tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19585142986974129332024-03-14T06:01:41.797-07:00The StoddardsA-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-60620269278706702882012-10-28T20:44:00.003-07:002012-10-28T20:44:58.571-07:00Seattle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Tyler and I celebrated our 8th anniversary on Tuesday. We debated trying to get away for the weekend alone, but decided to take a little family trip instead. Since Lydia had Thursday and Friday off of school and Tyler had a few days he could afford to take off at work, we escaped to Seattle last Thursday for a mini vacation. We had a great time! Here is what we did:</div>
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First stop was the Mt. St. Helen's visitor's center, where we watched the "exploding volcano" movie and all came away knowing a little more about volcanos. Luke is now obsessed with hot lava.</div>
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This picture is fairly representative of our children's personalities.</div>
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That night we went to a children's museum in Bellevue. We didn't take the camera but the kids enjoyed a semi-truck cab, water works, treehouse, etc. at the museum. After a somewhat short night's sleep, we got up the next morning to take the ferry to Bainbridge Island.</div>
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We made Ian earn his stroller time pushing the other kids while we waited for our ferry.</div>
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Lydia was really excited for Luke to see the cars driving off the ferry. They really do love each other and get along really well, despite the bruise on Lydia's cheek from a Luke head-butt the night before :) </div>
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Luke was in heaven watching the cars disembark the ferry....</div>
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...and was loving watching the working docks as we pulled away from the terminal. He couldn't be bothered with pictures when there was so much to look at outside.</div>
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It was really windy that day, so with the added speed of the ferry our trip outside the boat lasted about as long as it took to take this picture. We did get to see an orca (well, it's fin) on our ferry ride though!</div>
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When we got back, we took a stroll down the waterfront to Pike Place Market. The kids had to take a break to look in the telescopes.</div>
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They also decided that they "never ever" want to go on the ferris wheel. "Too high." </div>
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Tyler worked his magic and got Ian to sleep in the stroller, which NEVER happens! We didn't take pictures of the market--as usual, it was crowded with people so we saw the famous fish-throwing guys and left pretty quickly thereafter.</div>
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The next morning we went to the Boeing Museum of Flight. Ian loves to point out every airplane passing overhead, shouting "airpane! airpane!"so as young as he is, he really enjoyed it as well. </div>
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How many Stoddard kids can you fit in a cockpit?</div>
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Luke would have stayed in the cockpit for hours if we had let him.</div>
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Did they really think that plexiglass would keep him from touching the instrument panel?</div>
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Lady pilot Lydia</div>
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Who would hire these hooligans to fly a helicopter?</div>
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We decided on the way home that we like our little family :) It's so fun to see the kids' personalities evolving and to have time together when we're not worried about preschool, kindergarten, work, dishes, housework, etc. Vacations are good. We think we should take one every month. Luckily, for the next two months we WILL get one! We are totally ready for Thanksgiving and Christmas!!!</div>
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And yes, I have already started listening to Christmas music. Don't judge.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Luke's "first" fourth birthday..</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lastly, Lydia and Luke's first team sport experience--soccer. </span></div>
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Ian will be 18 months old on Saturday. </div>
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I guess he decided that since he was growing up, he needed to get rid of the fluffy "baby hair" look and go for something a little more edgy. </div>
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He accomplished this by getting his hands on some petroleum jelly and rubbing it all over his head.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Don't worry Lydia, I will make sure you still get time to play.</span></div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-49627864430957511012012-03-15T22:36:00.009-07:002012-03-15T23:03:17.339-07:00Dilemma<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyRVK3kbmmSyENi6sB4cegnHs_r5eVqtKjQiCEaE5pNQ5BNhBpHH12flcK3xADa2yYU8SBOSZuBnOziL-3h_kTdgOeLUButODSm88dYumWnHdKewwBl_sGHd5Hx0jDaGebC_cQcqu1g/s1600/IMG_0375.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyRVK3kbmmSyENi6sB4cegnHs_r5eVqtKjQiCEaE5pNQ5BNhBpHH12flcK3xADa2yYU8SBOSZuBnOziL-3h_kTdgOeLUButODSm88dYumWnHdKewwBl_sGHd5Hx0jDaGebC_cQcqu1g/s320/IMG_0375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720365827230348530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lydia and I have been pondering about something all day. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi44XA6-VcH3ZuK_xaa11H_W_b2RoWO5-saWOHNfB91fCS68e1q6aoMBop1fayBBABjcXhwlrvP47TeKJQ6J7-SBmwjKtgF37eCrvRApYHs2M9lpY4tsiibPDtz1Ttwby0FtNz3vsNDsw/s1600/IMG_0451.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi44XA6-VcH3ZuK_xaa11H_W_b2RoWO5-saWOHNfB91fCS68e1q6aoMBop1fayBBABjcXhwlrvP47TeKJQ6J7-SBmwjKtgF37eCrvRApYHs2M9lpY4tsiibPDtz1Ttwby0FtNz3vsNDsw/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720365740904362818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Thinking about it has put Luke into a semi-comatose state.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8X2vG5U-DjHGNalnvia-1kJ6YtaYSQWpa_gxe2E87RmvqwP45-A9jzcXTIsMG7f000crLUuU3Fcr4fZhEfITm80XNTm6CEOxCul8mAHjQIq1Ej7tyad6kDv7lxiAPVG40dpCvzmuiQ/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8X2vG5U-DjHGNalnvia-1kJ6YtaYSQWpa_gxe2E87RmvqwP45-A9jzcXTIsMG7f000crLUuU3Fcr4fZhEfITm80XNTm6CEOxCul8mAHjQIq1Ej7tyad6kDv7lxiAPVG40dpCvzmuiQ/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720365654424763778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And Ian is clearly distressed about this dilemma we are facing. We need your opinion to get things back to normal around here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-HiEfV1rYuQJkiAc_UaXjKZ1m08ZjSs2HB84SUp4sH70AUb6B4LTEMVnIMslauQpnXtg45b2hyphenhyphen7QgPJ9N7PMq8yU2_gxlaYqxBXYp9R8D03IhPdBUPoi6m7YtgFLApLryamm4H1cPFw/s1600/IMG_0375.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtDt0f98Q_RZHVlY4xTHIr_dtNgb1TbPvuG0bmDYO51drzxy2yTb26mK0O94Y7JS-v3QKmc2IaOXiSqlE1dEGN6i4_BredUbYyJLHKh6pxn7IE-EPrlABQ3chkhboV_KBK6mAoseipg/s320/IMG_0634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720365233315530386" /><div style="text-align: center;">Ever since we moved into our house I've wanted to repaint the room above. Well, I am going to be getting some new furniture/storage solutions for this room, so I figure now is the time to do it. I just can't decide what color to paint it. I want a light color to open up the room, since it's rather small, and it butts right up against the yellow in my kitchen so it has to semi-coordinate with that. Here are the two options so far:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvFY7DRdz_TIGGHmr-dr2jd6dB5wfgz3DylqNmTEjVU1llUZF1UMQr1cMb6fqWmyaVQKgwngJCd6kGfn3EA830WUzHvTmM84JXFCVItc5lUn9FAPI81y5cvm2XCknUk_XrZuB1u2BGkg/s1600/IMG_0481.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvFY7DRdz_TIGGHmr-dr2jd6dB5wfgz3DylqNmTEjVU1llUZF1UMQr1cMb6fqWmyaVQKgwngJCd6kGfn3EA830WUzHvTmM84JXFCVItc5lUn9FAPI81y5cvm2XCknUk_XrZuB1u2BGkg/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720365150232909346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">What's that? You can't tell a difference? Look again, my friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OgPtqu6L9_2r2DxAWAJRyVXKk6hkLdQuM6GKuUOTEdhAP28W7ZYJ9ycjjUrj08uJXXf26seOKS4Tv8PVej5zAUI-2hEfYSkMinQOm6YKz5RXy2QmMRXGRQ8fUHpnROGeLdAbiYsm-Q/s1600/IMG_0479.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OgPtqu6L9_2r2DxAWAJRyVXKk6hkLdQuM6GKuUOTEdhAP28W7ZYJ9ycjjUrj08uJXXf26seOKS4Tv8PVej5zAUI-2hEfYSkMinQOm6YKz5RXy2QmMRXGRQ8fUHpnROGeLdAbiYsm-Q/s320/IMG_0479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720365043550809698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Light green on top--Tyler's favorite, but he likes the room the way it is. I don't mind it, but it might not feel like I changed much since it will still be green. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Greyish/bluish on the bottom--grey is the new "hot" neutral color. I've seen some cool rooms in grey and yellow color schemes (<a href="http://roomenvy.wordpress.com/2010/08/03/lunchtime-lust-decorating-with-spice-yellows/">here </a>, <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/171910910745547454/">here</a>, and <a href="http://67.222.35.161/final-living-room-design-board/">here</a> for those of you interested in checking it out) but I'm not usually super trendy--can I pull it off?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Opinions please.</div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-47655903919898473502012-02-21T21:36:00.011-08:002012-02-21T21:59:14.615-08:00Valentines of 2012<div style="text-align: center;">Here are just a few of the things I "hearted" this year around Valentine's Day, in no particular order...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Getting a Valentine in Spanish from Lydia</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQ2M1PLpklYr034FRuZ6B2i4d58oNsvbDHzEittkOlr5xgMpd23cMv9WGHpr9vTk1KPTNYL-1oN8GlfsiPx2HztZGN05-iCsqtiDoBtLtrnSAn4LT1Dr8uWXWwf2J8pZnmC-3imPqhA/s1600/IMG_0610.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQ2M1PLpklYr034FRuZ6B2i4d58oNsvbDHzEittkOlr5xgMpd23cMv9WGHpr9vTk1KPTNYL-1oN8GlfsiPx2HztZGN05-iCsqtiDoBtLtrnSAn4LT1Dr8uWXWwf2J8pZnmC-3imPqhA/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711830972865506930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Worth every penny for the after-preschool Spanish class.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This guy and eating heart-shaped grilled cheese for lunch.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9AD0OakvglUTDrNsHN3EzzZsx_-W1_fcfILRWKtsC-4ROehzZOCajhq1fstLdRwfWTqDxdzA6-nyrgsQ8_Zh0rvRO2nOmKZPcWoq8tuwyinBBRQO-2rDJfDOGzMVqhx43MMQDSBAmg/s1600/luke+valentines.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9AD0OakvglUTDrNsHN3EzzZsx_-W1_fcfILRWKtsC-4ROehzZOCajhq1fstLdRwfWTqDxdzA6-nyrgsQ8_Zh0rvRO2nOmKZPcWoq8tuwyinBBRQO-2rDJfDOGzMVqhx43MMQDSBAmg/s320/luke+valentines.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711830828707446370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(I kind of went crazy with heart shapes this year. See below.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Making my own scratch-off cards for mi familia.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0Ej-3MJ0-Teqwy45ZWOOwEvneJnjiQzlE1njHFfIV67Mg31tLpFV_g7ruRfiepdjxJEjVNGNs8eyET6VzzALlvynAPaqWHFiGf91Ag54svK3aLD4NiaFiR2kmmSSUPgrjyvuIfUE1Q/s1600/IMG_1953.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0Ej-3MJ0-Teqwy45ZWOOwEvneJnjiQzlE1njHFfIV67Mg31tLpFV_g7ruRfiepdjxJEjVNGNs8eyET6VzzALlvynAPaqWHFiGf91Ag54svK3aLD4NiaFiR2kmmSSUPgrjyvuIfUE1Q/s320/IMG_1953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711830689351996898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tyler and Lydia were fans. Luke scratched off two and said, "here, you do the rest." :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Again, heart shapes...Rice Krispy treats (with red sprinkles of course) and more scratch off cards for Lydia's ballet class.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgceOtnbKSD3nrcFz5Gnoja33PvBvlew4UGeQ3kiGzNKZFQTCHIjg7SIUXV1lUPV2qOOiNjGUQYnu6FQD-kklWCjMjppPHo3y2aiitmhfnMUnG7klVRjJpHCxu3uP9GgWztEA_r2S8znw/s1600/IMG_1958.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgceOtnbKSD3nrcFz5Gnoja33PvBvlew4UGeQ3kiGzNKZFQTCHIjg7SIUXV1lUPV2qOOiNjGUQYnu6FQD-kklWCjMjppPHo3y2aiitmhfnMUnG7klVRjJpHCxu3uP9GgWztEA_r2S8znw/s320/IMG_1958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711830625016254642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, I have a problem with scratch-off cards. Good thing I don't play the lottery.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These two handsome devils.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tMTKIAaxj_IF8LKHZ_FjWDl2eOORn36uWaV064pZmNISbRel6QPcb5IjNvqKflF916n58YbABY-a9Iw46h02MTgC1XzjT0m0pq2J4Xo1T7nJlKnK8QhjCIYH104pWglQh65lgu3cFA/s1600/IMG_0562.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tMTKIAaxj_IF8LKHZ_FjWDl2eOORn36uWaV064pZmNISbRel6QPcb5IjNvqKflF916n58YbABY-a9Iw46h02MTgC1XzjT0m0pq2J4Xo1T7nJlKnK8QhjCIYH104pWglQh65lgu3cFA/s320/IMG_0562.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711830515269789042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This little beauty...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixsDZogBmU0BKZjeDKNeGNRFe3bTBn7ghBhTyXMTeHqMeW0u143FahlBHm4awBZHOl3XtB3fmT1XQYnN9HAQJQa5BpVqMM8GjWqMcj6Ny0t8xPl_kLn-bLy2_jNM4U4m6WAoasJw-iA/s1600/IMG_1952.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixsDZogBmU0BKZjeDKNeGNRFe3bTBn7ghBhTyXMTeHqMeW0u143FahlBHm4awBZHOl3XtB3fmT1XQYnN9HAQJQa5BpVqMM8GjWqMcj6Ny0t8xPl_kLn-bLy2_jNM4U4m6WAoasJw-iA/s320/IMG_1952.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711830348926593650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And my mom, who came up last weekend and took Lydia and me to see the Broadway show "Beauty and the Beast." Lydia loved it and did pretty well sitting through it, even though it was late at night. She was telling her friends all about it at preschool today. "It was magical."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZcjgZz9azdsAZi98sCdCZzSNYFUpS8854ixZUR4c_pN5iNP69CGBaKYx_KiwzUesV8mtGRHQBJzkODpdwuYz5DKiNVFYZ3bzx0DaR1kHuSRMq5pbwuQngA_21t8mhoES9_LakUMjulQ/s1600/mom+beauty+and+beast.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZcjgZz9azdsAZi98sCdCZzSNYFUpS8854ixZUR4c_pN5iNP69CGBaKYx_KiwzUesV8mtGRHQBJzkODpdwuYz5DKiNVFYZ3bzx0DaR1kHuSRMq5pbwuQngA_21t8mhoES9_LakUMjulQ/s320/mom+beauty+and+beast.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711830270126585970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And my sister-in-law, who came to visit us even though she worked the night before, stayed up all day the next day, played with my kids a ton, and went on the carousel at Seaside with Lydia just because Lydia wanted to and they make me sick.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhriBKHTJkrtw7Fs1pXoMfdnosiQAWqiggVMIbav_FgVRh7RLbuOu_KzfoVVTg-wa8F4D2qPjGYgG7ipzAu3qFrSZi85B-FcuxRM7f0k1pIfdaUfBVBRi2ZJ9M3rDA7Iy85Cg9ES4Hv7g/s1600/IMG_0612.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhriBKHTJkrtw7Fs1pXoMfdnosiQAWqiggVMIbav_FgVRh7RLbuOu_KzfoVVTg-wa8F4D2qPjGYgG7ipzAu3qFrSZi85B-FcuxRM7f0k1pIfdaUfBVBRi2ZJ9M3rDA7Iy85Cg9ES4Hv7g/s320/IMG_0612.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711830005360212658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And my brother, who also went on the carousel even when he didn't really want to (as you can see :) and taught Luke to "fist pump." Ask Luke for a demo next time you see him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6He5O4cKDhaPu_02DCEOLKfvoLLJfTph9Nm4Q9ss9JkbtN207ZGUzwj4JgiBgASmGkTcUGrZt4xy8MqxdvKbAmeJgic4_BAuPgp66BmFVjOz-8qes2A3kwtsFkAQyzQLDWm71xWQNw/s1600/IMG_0615.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6He5O4cKDhaPu_02DCEOLKfvoLLJfTph9Nm4Q9ss9JkbtN207ZGUzwj4JgiBgASmGkTcUGrZt4xy8MqxdvKbAmeJgic4_BAuPgp66BmFVjOz-8qes2A3kwtsFkAQyzQLDWm71xWQNw/s320/IMG_0615.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711829930514834994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Of course, this list is not complete in the least. I have many, many people and things I love that I just didn't happen to have pictures of from the last month. Like my dad and our trip to Pendleton and Ty's family, for example. So, now you know, if you want to make it on my Valentine's Day blog post next year you better come visit in February and bring your own camera (or steal mine and take pictures with it) because I need photographic proof to post. Also, our house will be empty this weekend for the first time in a few weeks....we need more visitors. </div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-82046246678809395582012-02-02T19:18:00.000-08:002012-02-02T19:47:28.146-08:00Happy Birthday Ian!<div style="text-align: center;">Now it's time for Ian's birthday post, early as well but I wanted to do it before we leave town. This little man is a joy to have in our home. Here are a few things you should know about Ian.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He loves to swing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbskxWRwRgH_K_2Firvu0kxZIp89YGpH1kl0vbqTMq8CjrQj77QhTMrYMKb1ksh2eDu_GXDoc4mp-Pq2cufY4zWE99Hswp8GlnQn1oaLIM1OHWGkTGgJvSesmtElUHSIVfoid-6zTLoA/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbskxWRwRgH_K_2Firvu0kxZIp89YGpH1kl0vbqTMq8CjrQj77QhTMrYMKb1ksh2eDu_GXDoc4mp-Pq2cufY4zWE99Hswp8GlnQn1oaLIM1OHWGkTGgJvSesmtElUHSIVfoid-6zTLoA/s320/IMG_0564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704744536844207826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He's already into playing with cars, and he loves stuffed animals. He's not doing it in this picture but he particularly loves to try to eat the faces off of stuffed animals.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYtprUoXstYvZ1ZHwKJlFUsRY_BkGZp6pWnaZsouKzcxkIf-ZwnaqmhfgBobRyp3LO64vMlnN5Unp38jK_dyHXWyHbU4nnvzoz_W7Lh15GuZhkCNeaVydYUsowiQYrkWpKVNIn3twOgA/s1600/IMG_1894.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYtprUoXstYvZ1ZHwKJlFUsRY_BkGZp6pWnaZsouKzcxkIf-ZwnaqmhfgBobRyp3LO64vMlnN5Unp38jK_dyHXWyHbU4nnvzoz_W7Lh15GuZhkCNeaVydYUsowiQYrkWpKVNIn3twOgA/s320/IMG_1894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704744411498838050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The boy puts anything and everything in his mouth. Here, the milk cap from an empty gallon he dug out of the recycling bin. He also likes to try to dig around in the trash can, but luckily it has a lock on it so I can literally keep him from eating trash.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjsTGW0egVjgCUtbK1hd2uGAQgwVcJVMkm6034a7YAI-PIC6y4_n2YPX9KJsO2QJi8LOVvxhlIpI5OZDri7aNWCe-8dwcQboOSYG3v24K4pzEEfw-WtGL9dKRLIBRA1YIazjfiYxd6LA/s1600/IMG_1908.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjsTGW0egVjgCUtbK1hd2uGAQgwVcJVMkm6034a7YAI-PIC6y4_n2YPX9KJsO2QJi8LOVvxhlIpI5OZDri7aNWCe-8dwcQboOSYG3v24K4pzEEfw-WtGL9dKRLIBRA1YIazjfiYxd6LA/s320/IMG_1908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704744280777547650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He needs no coaching when it comes to getting food in his mouth either. (Not his actual birthday cake, but a practice run a few weeks ago.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Cefu595Hzzywcsx6-DVRRPqwtqlgdlmfWeRCFmKRTK5Wkivk-o2OrLPNB0bcww3uKZFDqkz32jfosi9Xo-vEdGV7-bmC-Q1gt2xpJNI-cMHE18n4ZCAHGgoHHd499j370rFF6Gcgwg/s1600/IMG_0581.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Cefu595Hzzywcsx6-DVRRPqwtqlgdlmfWeRCFmKRTK5Wkivk-o2OrLPNB0bcww3uKZFDqkz32jfosi9Xo-vEdGV7-bmC-Q1gt2xpJNI-cMHE18n4ZCAHGgoHHd499j370rFF6Gcgwg/s320/IMG_0581.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704744155495433570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He's already showing strong right-handed dominance. Look at the pictures above and below. Right hand=nasty. Left hand=totally clean.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJa0USMKtyJCQ9Ldvcy9n_PMLxbRURYGVzuWxfQznbAk22e4Aeg47SA13gudrskq2iZeQvOAyAy96ff2AjO8SQ4uHLfB8vLAJfHFf5NihBkm8kKpGNBVzweJ4ZhLObE9RuLjRW23KBAg/s1600/IMG_1929.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJa0USMKtyJCQ9Ldvcy9n_PMLxbRURYGVzuWxfQznbAk22e4Aeg47SA13gudrskq2iZeQvOAyAy96ff2AjO8SQ4uHLfB8vLAJfHFf5NihBkm8kKpGNBVzweJ4ZhLObE9RuLjRW23KBAg/s320/IMG_1929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704744023988106770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And a short video of a happy walking Ian, just because I feel the need to redeem myself from the last video of him attempting to walk. Apparently we need to buy a new camera that shoots HD video, because the quality of ours stinks!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gkv3CRRBUe4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I sure love this little man of mine. I know I'm biased but I think he's the most adorable thing in the world. I couldn't have asked for a more accommodating third child either. He just rolls with the punches and keeps on smiling. Happy first birthday baby boy!</div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-11956239351216451062012-02-01T19:54:00.001-08:002012-02-01T20:36:07.140-08:00Happy Birthday Lydia!<div style="text-align: center;">Due to scheduling conflicts, we celebrated Lydia's birthday today instead of Saturday. And, to her great joy, she got to have a "real" party this year. I told her she could invite three friends, but of course I neglected to get a picture of them all together. Here's the rundown of the much anticipated day!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#1--The Girl</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJPVO7Mtgxu2e67NAcUVGiBEKgkrmaKaguzIHVE66BE5vq_IsCGFGfaEiHOvXwIYZEPtQaaj0GdVgSKTOs7iqOXJ4PhNIope7VCyKcf8yetdRikpTUQj-Z8P5TZHt41jQALvcRmuVoA/s1600/IMG_1939.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJPVO7Mtgxu2e67NAcUVGiBEKgkrmaKaguzIHVE66BE5vq_IsCGFGfaEiHOvXwIYZEPtQaaj0GdVgSKTOs7iqOXJ4PhNIope7VCyKcf8yetdRikpTUQj-Z8P5TZHt41jQALvcRmuVoA/s320/IMG_1939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704383602874098226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Happy as all get-out as you can see. The child had been planning this "birthday celebration" for three weeks, I kid you not. She's her mother's daughter, planning things out in advance! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#2--The Cake.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She wanted a heart themed birthday party, which I thought was fabulous being that her birthday is so close to Valentines day. I went to the dollar store and went crazy with stuff for the goody bags :) She dictated colors of frosting and chose the star sprinkles...not hearts...go figure. She helped me sprinkle them on her cake and loved it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:78%;" >(Side note: I tried <a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2008/09/perfect-cupcake-frosting-and-filling/">this frosting.</a> It tastes superb. Give it a try, especially if you don't particularly like frosting.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0kAgtxjQcqNy6SUoCxEkeknzbbAfQDpnFXK1TdBL96tXE8AIjOzE-mPEAnIlL2Jj6_Y8tZppjwLCtaPVMs00QAGp-P_FCNO0NeMAtzyu2hZBj_rIuvpaMptD_JMIJnqOdyGdAGRb-w/s1600/IMG_1943.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0kAgtxjQcqNy6SUoCxEkeknzbbAfQDpnFXK1TdBL96tXE8AIjOzE-mPEAnIlL2Jj6_Y8tZppjwLCtaPVMs00QAGp-P_FCNO0NeMAtzyu2hZBj_rIuvpaMptD_JMIJnqOdyGdAGRb-w/s320/IMG_1943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704383519548605378" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">She was also particularly insistent that she have a checkerboard cake once she saw it in the JoAnn's flyer. The cake picture is actually what got her planning her birthday party three weeks in advance. The cake is supposed to come out looking like this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGrnPnfaZZDkVTThIp17u6Dg9EXSey_ahDoEUILfI6l-40dOszMGuMzz92xWRIHhplKLUwHr-3I2GZgk-ZTwmoDgQva2q8WYat0Uma1vOh_LUEqvNoc6QnP4Ictu1KHb7SmOs4eiSnXA/s1600/checkerboard.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGrnPnfaZZDkVTThIp17u6Dg9EXSey_ahDoEUILfI6l-40dOszMGuMzz92xWRIHhplKLUwHr-3I2GZgk-ZTwmoDgQva2q8WYat0Uma1vOh_LUEqvNoc6QnP4Ictu1KHb7SmOs4eiSnXA/s320/checkerboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704383394045002786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mine came out looking like this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqx-6XhsuRLVT1w2ICCDORIzn1MhI3_2HmbGePEj9Raq1wnxUs1RaldEgqEtIMl3SmipkDdJ5eoQgyqGDOBEWN6mw-Z6TgeFn8nXvGmJceC8tK0c2hZ7FT9NjvqYFE4yB9N2o1lQCopA/s1600/IMG_1947.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqx-6XhsuRLVT1w2ICCDORIzn1MhI3_2HmbGePEj9Raq1wnxUs1RaldEgqEtIMl3SmipkDdJ5eoQgyqGDOBEWN6mw-Z6TgeFn8nXvGmJceC8tK0c2hZ7FT9NjvqYFE4yB9N2o1lQCopA/s320/IMG_1947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704383317700220914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So much for using three colors and trying to be tricky. However, Lydia told me "It's lovely Momma. It has the checkers just the way I like them. And it tastes so yummy." What better endorsement could you get?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">After having lunch, cake, and opening presents at our house, I took the five kids (I left Ian with a friend) to Pump It Up Jr. to jump around for an hour and a half. We had the place to ourselves when we arrived and only a few extra people showed up partway through. If you're ever heading there, I recommend going at 12:30 on Wednesday afternoon!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The tour:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Vn96HghywME" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The party attendees in order of appearance: Erica (already at the bottom), Katelyn, Lydia, Ryan, and, finally, Luke. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">(My friend Megan and her daughter Piper were there too, but we were chatting so much I didn't get any pictures when they were there!) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">Of course, they scorned my motherly and ER nurse advice to not start down the slide until the child in front of you gets off. What fun would that be?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qFkblbewM-c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a fun, low-key birthday party and the best part was seeing the perma-smile on Lydia's face the entire day. I can't believe five years has passed since I first held my beautiful baby girl. She came out with her eyes open and hasn't stopped observing and learning since. I love her imagination and her spunk, and she certainly knows what she wants out of life and isn't afraid to push for it. Happy early birthday my dearest Lydia Jannon!</div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-8948684354513064862012-01-21T21:07:00.000-08:002012-01-21T21:13:17.723-08:00Future Luke<div style="text-align: center;">I foresee a similar scene occurring in our home in five or six years.</div><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gEbFLLPaYfc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-14676828338912086362012-01-19T21:38:00.000-08:002012-01-21T21:16:25.762-08:00Ian is learning to walk....sort ofMy little Ian has started taking his first steps. This video looks like torture but we had a few attempts at capturing a happy Ian where we thought it was recording but wasn't, etc. You're getting the third or fourth take. However, it's proof that he is figuring out that his legs are good for something other than crawling. I sure love this little guy. I can't believe he's turning one soon! <div><br /></div><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lwHZM2ulwpk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-48803601595439463932012-01-05T22:32:00.000-08:002012-01-05T22:42:50.687-08:00Some pictures I like<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjy9eH70xIo24M1vP2k3The4I0lPIgrvSLV3XjJove33cOfy9bQOs2iuyT1QfwV2tCyv_cz4uRobtDPSVi8-Y4vA6dAfe9FzFMT-H9LzmhHWIcaaem2sZ3InDFmH3az94cGPE6XxhAQ/s1600/mail+2.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjy9eH70xIo24M1vP2k3The4I0lPIgrvSLV3XjJove33cOfy9bQOs2iuyT1QfwV2tCyv_cz4uRobtDPSVi8-Y4vA6dAfe9FzFMT-H9LzmhHWIcaaem2sZ3InDFmH3az94cGPE6XxhAQ/s320/mail+2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694404935822350466" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7DH795uN41gIX8_rlH3bHwmamAqpLqJA4G8mdE7QWgfkm8HgTJGXJ6xAZKRiOjncoe2C_aqlS2telMk-pWEbPL4VdjPUMFv8feIOu-J1a74ugvBR-aaBnlMHcBc6nF2EKK5NBEP3jw/s1600/IMG_0047.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7DH795uN41gIX8_rlH3bHwmamAqpLqJA4G8mdE7QWgfkm8HgTJGXJ6xAZKRiOjncoe2C_aqlS2telMk-pWEbPL4VdjPUMFv8feIOu-J1a74ugvBR-aaBnlMHcBc6nF2EKK5NBEP3jw/s320/IMG_0047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694404865131933218" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtPPMILN-3NnsrK0pYvQsKTxF-hFFpm4bLsN06vgC9NTdfzGwmTnhDfec-i7JWXVe1zpIkbej4YKGdhNOYAqaLEiAns-HyxhbiNzyUhyeKDDzWgxGbpQOyHotq9GE-UTbxhCitEjfCw/s1600/mail.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtPPMILN-3NnsrK0pYvQsKTxF-hFFpm4bLsN06vgC9NTdfzGwmTnhDfec-i7JWXVe1zpIkbej4YKGdhNOYAqaLEiAns-HyxhbiNzyUhyeKDDzWgxGbpQOyHotq9GE-UTbxhCitEjfCw/s320/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694404723515063474" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEFSMwhsUAt0_AVGRp3c7FD5KWfmS8ZXp670CeKjATdrg49mgmgpy7MoozoBIG5MGPoeHPWDXkZ61k_HrpTuzJrPN7zAJ_rDGO46o3MS4V-UlBdXaeneKueplBqS68gRrMLZM7M0a2Gw/s1600/IMG_0565.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEFSMwhsUAt0_AVGRp3c7FD5KWfmS8ZXp670CeKjATdrg49mgmgpy7MoozoBIG5MGPoeHPWDXkZ61k_HrpTuzJrPN7zAJ_rDGO46o3MS4V-UlBdXaeneKueplBqS68gRrMLZM7M0a2Gw/s320/IMG_0565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694404613803112674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I think I need a swing set and an insanely unsafe-looking merry-go-round in my back yard. And Aunt Shelly to orchestrate more reindeer-cupcake-making extravaganzas for Lydia.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-6884711474376822592012-01-01T20:35:00.000-08:002012-01-01T20:56:49.786-08:00I'm Scared<div style="text-align: center;">We were looking at pictures and watching videos from our photo library tonight, and when we got to this portion of the library:</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdfUReA2ygnTxq1hfbU1eeJC2cD9QMORCwZQ8ylnQi2S6NSTmgw3xpmAf0EnLFR_V6MFqs8efSnbL-wPEJl7kCiuQC5aA6wB5uBHDz6DvxfOTiQ6kT3VO0yIl8wOArwSzHZS3S6W0vg/s1600/IMG_0440.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdfUReA2ygnTxq1hfbU1eeJC2cD9QMORCwZQ8ylnQi2S6NSTmgw3xpmAf0EnLFR_V6MFqs8efSnbL-wPEJl7kCiuQC5aA6wB5uBHDz6DvxfOTiQ6kT3VO0yIl8wOArwSzHZS3S6W0vg/s320/IMG_0440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692892959326986818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">(This is Ian, if for some weird reason you can't tell my children's newborn pictures apart)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmuaKGacoG3b9oesRMRc27Gm3ToSY0MqYNGDO83ZvIc1Iqv0G1S02f-lWz8E610aBnOuqvspMujxj_N7qAHtPdFopoYogq3FNTMM1BOXJUKG0VTEu1ThuFrpRW8ToG-GT0aw0MafLLw/s1600/IMG_0459.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmuaKGacoG3b9oesRMRc27Gm3ToSY0MqYNGDO83ZvIc1Iqv0G1S02f-lWz8E610aBnOuqvspMujxj_N7qAHtPdFopoYogq3FNTMM1BOXJUKG0VTEu1ThuFrpRW8ToG-GT0aw0MafLLw/s320/IMG_0459.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692892797425157170" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQHJRuP27zge2h0zryj2WZ-C8TlNOLokCvc8Fu1Ovgm8eLHvJ0bSYxkVNvwSp1Yf0WlsR9g4rf5JdOgpNhNjMqgaoJsaiq3Sh_lED9un6Yr-Np3OqBT133MgWmp0hBNAajgnETj6hrgQ/s1600/IMG_0478.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQHJRuP27zge2h0zryj2WZ-C8TlNOLokCvc8Fu1Ovgm8eLHvJ0bSYxkVNvwSp1Yf0WlsR9g4rf5JdOgpNhNjMqgaoJsaiq3Sh_lED9un6Yr-Np3OqBT133MgWmp0hBNAajgnETj6hrgQ/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692892674100568674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">it made me really want to have another baby. And that scares me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-47120617266569362852011-11-28T22:55:00.001-08:002011-11-28T23:07:52.405-08:00Thanksgiving 2011<div style="text-align: center;">For Thanksgiving we held the annual Smith Family Meeting in San Antonio, Texas. It was amazing. The weather was perfect, 70s, sunny, slight breeze....heaven. My parents rented a big house and my four siblings and I, our families, and my parents all partied together day and night. The kids were in heaven playing with their cousins all day long. We went to Sea World (thanks Grandpa Dave!) on Wednesday and it was great--we loved the shows, Tyler and I went on a fun and very high water roller coaster ride, we fed and petted dolphins, saw Bert and Ernie and Elmo, etc. We went to a kids' science museum, had an awesome Thanksgiving dinner (despite the oven breaking Thursday morning) and had a plethora of lovely desserts, went downtown and saw the Alamo, the Riverwalk, and the kids got to chase some pigeons to boot. Luke asks and prays to go back to Texas daily. Enjoy a slideshow of some pictures from the trip, courtesy of Aunt Jessica.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P0cLLNa5XHE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-50883497052932675472011-10-30T21:03:00.000-07:002011-10-30T22:04:43.882-07:00Lydia's Throat Saga<div style="text-align: center;">Miss Lydia has had a rough time eating and swallowing since September 21st. She was eating a sandwich at a friend's house and felt like a piece of it got stuck in her throat. She drank some water and it passed, she got up and started playing like normal. However, although she could drink with no problem she refused to eat anything else that day, and thus began our month-long drama surrounding food and meal times.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">At first Tyler and I thought it was just her being dramatic or anxious about feeling that "stuck" feeling again, but when it persisted for weeks and she was refusing to eat most things (applesauce included) because her throat "felt bad, like something is stuck in it" or that food was going down the wrong tube, I took her to the doctor. She got diagnosed with constipation and maybe reflux, put on acid reflux medication, and called it good. When there was no improvement we took her to a gastroenterologist, who wanted to do an endoscopy to look in her throat and do some biopsies to check for an allergic-type reaction that he thought could be causing her symptoms. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tuesday morning we went to Legacy Emmanuel Children's Hospital to check in for the procedure. I knew we were off to a great start when we got there at 6 am and all the outside doors were locked and guarded because there was a "Code Silver threat level 2" (which I know from work means someone had a weapon on the campus and was trying to get in the hospital.) They weren't supposed to let any non-staff in the hospital, but after deciding that I didn't look like a monster and that I'd be much safer with my small child inside the hospital, the door guard let us in. We were grateful to be inside, safe and warm.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had some time to kill before the start time, so Lydia checked out the playroom in the day surgery unit.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrgsrJ7moni5LV8zMjfvCQ7NoVITTU3G-CX7CQFmdg8exNvVLaQHbqDXxRXTFGq2l4NPcQfcsTB5jqpbPKnui5iKe6SLnfgW6OCV38hq6zcAtO0BmB1ZVPbossVk2sG0DCd7MMQ7Tkg/s1600/lydia+endo+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669502946176621586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrgsrJ7moni5LV8zMjfvCQ7NoVITTU3G-CX7CQFmdg8exNvVLaQHbqDXxRXTFGq2l4NPcQfcsTB5jqpbPKnui5iKe6SLnfgW6OCV38hq6zcAtO0BmB1ZVPbossVk2sG0DCd7MMQ7Tkg/s320/lydia+endo+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8T-g9wjIOcw9tGTtCFXrg1HR81W9l6Y63sLpyYMxjd-EDgKv2a63jhPkuUGxZPZzE-fT0s4K5AZxd1HjjX56Qq_i9zaWLQXL-BXgRH99nrc80ppNS466K3oK4_B0r5Ok2cCcmgC5_A/s1600/lydia+endo+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669502863867612034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8T-g9wjIOcw9tGTtCFXrg1HR81W9l6Y63sLpyYMxjd-EDgKv2a63jhPkuUGxZPZzE-fT0s4K5AZxd1HjjX56Qq_i9zaWLQXL-BXgRH99nrc80ppNS466K3oK4_B0r5Ok2cCcmgC5_A/s320/lydia+endo+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Then we went back to our room, watched some PBS kids and braided her hair while we waited until it was time for her to get some oral Versed to make her sleepy so she'd be out of it when they put the IV in. This is her just a few minutes after getting the oral Versed.</div><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N4P7J7-ap8E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is her about 25 minutes after the Versed.</div><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/37t82i2iOT4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">She tolerated the procedure well, although I admit I felt a little teary leaving her in the procedure room even though I put other people's kids to sleep all the time at work. I will have more empathy for those parents in the future.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The doctor came to talk to me and said aside from three small white spots at the top of the esophagus and three more small ones at the bottom, everything else looked normal but he still took biopsies to test for the allergic reaction condition. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lydia came out of the sedation obviously groggy but she ate a red popsicle and was doing pretty well, until she quickly said "my tummy hurts!" and vomited red popsicle all over me and the floor. It was awesome. This is her post-puking.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkb8e1lGLfmht8qlDt4U2ZYqh402-sktRCTnK9JRRf9yAo7RVQyVpinWmr1GH3Fpae-JAp1VJ3xMYgzN185OTQZwW6X1gGivT3jkOtcpf2zjTQRFG_I-kjKT4tSzta7nnRPcnIpT2oA/s1600/lydia+endo+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669502774335739202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkb8e1lGLfmht8qlDt4U2ZYqh402-sktRCTnK9JRRf9yAo7RVQyVpinWmr1GH3Fpae-JAp1VJ3xMYgzN185OTQZwW6X1gGivT3jkOtcpf2zjTQRFG_I-kjKT4tSzta7nnRPcnIpT2oA/s320/lydia+endo+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And again after some Zofran, which perked her up. She also loved her teddy bear, which she got when we checked in and stayed with her every step of the way. She named her Carmel or Ellie, depending on when you asked her during the hospital stay. We hope she really likes that bear for a long time, because it ended up being the most expensive stuffed animal we own.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulQH3qMO7S21bySTKLR9ZKHCoPiHfe2EdYdNiAN1JQxuNm0ncpFwKVnDziyt1AJAQm3ubCFkG3DTVrSoEMP3j3GW02uxI0urlIzlVtnhGgG3IZvnuwfSL-lGByXC8RmiMBB9BH1SMDg/s1600/lydia+endo+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669502691271436786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulQH3qMO7S21bySTKLR9ZKHCoPiHfe2EdYdNiAN1JQxuNm0ncpFwKVnDziyt1AJAQm3ubCFkG3DTVrSoEMP3j3GW02uxI0urlIzlVtnhGgG3IZvnuwfSL-lGByXC8RmiMBB9BH1SMDg/s320/lydia+endo+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The pathology report came back and it wasn't the food allergy condition--those white spots were yeast. How she managed to get a yeast infection in her throat, I don't know. It's possible that when she got the food stuck in September she scratched or damaged her throat and the yeast (which is always in our bodies, just kept in check by normal body bacteria) was somehow able to take hold. Or it was just some freak illness, who knows. At least now we know why her throat has been bothering her, and hopefully after she finishes her medication and takes probiotics she'll be back to normal. I sure hope so; I'm sick of fighting about food!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We sure love this little lady and are glad to at least know why she's been having such a rough time lately. Of course, I'm sure that I'm not going to hear any complaints about her throat tomorrow when she's digging through her Halloween candy bucket!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-41902316374596230202011-10-26T21:22:00.000-07:002011-10-26T21:46:07.816-07:00Stoddard health report #1<div style="text-align: center;">Tonight I was trying to slice the last chunk of onion into two little slices. Instead I almost sliced a chunk of my pinkie off.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNfUIsrr0M-XMUa0J576bXdb12sT6tfHxwAxqLgJ3_zVJWxtieTW5fCFCb5TWhQ3j339gjlmaS1aV9oezn1yiifrylmz3xr8veViG1iA6zA7rLD1025IcION1zUA8t334LM7hkg_AyQ/s1600/finger+bleeding+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNfUIsrr0M-XMUa0J576bXdb12sT6tfHxwAxqLgJ3_zVJWxtieTW5fCFCb5TWhQ3j339gjlmaS1aV9oezn1yiifrylmz3xr8veViG1iA6zA7rLD1025IcION1zUA8t334LM7hkg_AyQ/s320/finger+bleeding+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668024057426673058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0sQa6azureU_-rc5V8pkISLgpa8J7BzYmxEFI8sr_9Hw37vanpKl3usnsPEphPyBhXmmrSz0PXPsXg5sJZvn5_gc8vhRwrv2IRilauQR84jB41yaE37qkITmJY6P1vB6ApM6nx1SO2g/s1600/finger+fixed.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0sQa6azureU_-rc5V8pkISLgpa8J7BzYmxEFI8sr_9Hw37vanpKl3usnsPEphPyBhXmmrSz0PXPsXg5sJZvn5_gc8vhRwrv2IRilauQR84jB41yaE37qkITmJY6P1vB6ApM6nx1SO2g/s320/finger+fixed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668022764516567682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> I can feel my heartbeat in my pinkie right now. Weird. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Stay tuned for more pictures and video of Lydia's hospital visit this week. I should have results tomorrow so I can give you all the full scoop.</div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-73363346300303512352011-10-02T11:19:00.000-07:002011-10-02T11:23:10.275-07:00Two things Luke loves...<div style="text-align: center;">Donuts for breakfast</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGFuCkkGFJFk_DSTrIBpz37KnRW_dLsjz8aeOqOIF9ySMwxjICpHT8D5QHHwnZsl2FK4HmFSyofTupZPJNRySkxG4aMBNVbCe5tks_mmmjSSH-KPC2dSWXUtCjNkOyv8DA2gDz1uA9Q/s1600/IMG_1697.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGFuCkkGFJFk_DSTrIBpz37KnRW_dLsjz8aeOqOIF9ySMwxjICpHT8D5QHHwnZsl2FK4HmFSyofTupZPJNRySkxG4aMBNVbCe5tks_mmmjSSH-KPC2dSWXUtCjNkOyv8DA2gDz1uA9Q/s320/IMG_1697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658961670454669858" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>and</u></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsrowOvekOqaX4aYGmeQeAL-1KQgiWwGLNfr4ZXEplSaooo4ImaKl7EvE419GC9zwF8dls3-wksXJ_knTDYA7_PhbA4ZZt_5eP0Wg9EM1DpXDd6HWX-tozmydb8TAO1SyxB1YZQmRKw/s1600/luke+money+smile.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsrowOvekOqaX4aYGmeQeAL-1KQgiWwGLNfr4ZXEplSaooo4ImaKl7EvE419GC9zwF8dls3-wksXJ_knTDYA7_PhbA4ZZt_5eP0Wg9EM1DpXDd6HWX-tozmydb8TAO1SyxB1YZQmRKw/s320/luke+money+smile.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658961373630382562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">money.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks Grandmas and Great-Grandmas for Luke's birthday cash!</div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-80193870659121549462011-10-02T11:12:00.000-07:002011-10-02T11:18:44.621-07:00Twinsies<div style="text-align: center;">Remember when Luke ate an orange marker? </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQEJoeq4ZX4fPhZKaB8psFiHVH-4XOMWcWypXXhXA3uLlX8xndzM9zj8Kmg8rI15f_8uhOZBPYTMPOMSVz20To3v0MdufXQFOAE31sCvnSsR_bBQNN_2vVkXlqfoYC-9iuQbxEPNSBA/s1600/luke+eating+marker.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQEJoeq4ZX4fPhZKaB8psFiHVH-4XOMWcWypXXhXA3uLlX8xndzM9zj8Kmg8rI15f_8uhOZBPYTMPOMSVz20To3v0MdufXQFOAE31sCvnSsR_bBQNN_2vVkXlqfoYC-9iuQbxEPNSBA/s320/luke+eating+marker.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658959924424664610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Apparently Ian was watching in heaven and couldn't wait to try it out today.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyBAb7ClP7VjfDj6BmRiCiVdsnmXPOgo7Vu0wjM8P0n-rreDyudSFZ1ZH0XdO0V2CbBnfd0VZ6FCbaQDC_u9O0_5WskewRezx5yzVKCtX2mfjiTJOZGhf03OvpyQqZAX9CFvTRIhjIHQ/s1600/ian+marker+face.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyBAb7ClP7VjfDj6BmRiCiVdsnmXPOgo7Vu0wjM8P0n-rreDyudSFZ1ZH0XdO0V2CbBnfd0VZ6FCbaQDC_u9O0_5WskewRezx5yzVKCtX2mfjiTJOZGhf03OvpyQqZAX9CFvTRIhjIHQ/s320/ian+marker+face.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658959834461224786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lydia finds it all a little disturbing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj92n25-Od2WCJpUoLnQB8M1Ct-mGPkNW1pEqKSYK9lIvIPe-GU-68-uKyt7YqaOkgLShMvwBPgD198YfnMRph19zFpSCOcXAGw7Ym6v7m1UBUi3RKGO2ZagtYVnzYEoL-bU2sD9KMOzA/s1600/lydia+unsure+face.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj92n25-Od2WCJpUoLnQB8M1Ct-mGPkNW1pEqKSYK9lIvIPe-GU-68-uKyt7YqaOkgLShMvwBPgD198YfnMRph19zFpSCOcXAGw7Ym6v7m1UBUi3RKGO2ZagtYVnzYEoL-bU2sD9KMOzA/s320/lydia+unsure+face.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658959743705267522" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-44106302028623987622011-09-24T20:20:00.001-07:002011-09-24T20:27:26.451-07:00Rebuttal to Shelly's Post about Luke<div style="text-align: center;">I saw these pictures from my brother's wedding and I thought of <a href="http://tatersoftricities.blogspot.com/">Shelly's post</a> about Luke being photogenic, and then I laughed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-0yCoC8NcodFC6W8MaM3gahpaOuYOiG86ydv5YsxKAm-EkabbiIWf02cru6XlbUfWqpwBwrHOe6YPAc-MDCZ9jP4lmQXpRgSG2h__CdzQ1HMWpkRAKVSaLIod7PnUTFCGwTIfs_ZByw/s320/luke+picking+nose.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656133445991879154" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha8GKDmPEBqQOt1CvLZ6_KepPJXHw8sQ-Vm_3PYbUwnNmXw-dKUrsXDXYGDgq8YZoga19XUvB4pl5Ed9WEQiFt3o7r-XAHU9m5XX6eXNmjcBQOnW6GSwb1773ZpZAUblk_0RNo1dpyuQ/s1600/luke+melting+down.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha8GKDmPEBqQOt1CvLZ6_KepPJXHw8sQ-Vm_3PYbUwnNmXw-dKUrsXDXYGDgq8YZoga19XUvB4pl5Ed9WEQiFt3o7r-XAHU9m5XX6eXNmjcBQOnW6GSwb1773ZpZAUblk_0RNo1dpyuQ/s320/luke+melting+down.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656132170344268610" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmaJ5rKCrUMHdKRYNN_RSYCz3E16p4lINENQ2xZ5_3l-lgR8rvlPysqcm0oFM_Wp9L9yRQ7jhyomBbaNrX0r2GzyulOwMbFvVG9ttHcZtRJ8rledpxgimOxZdEkt8P9SqADt2ZrBNEow/s1600/melting+down+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmaJ5rKCrUMHdKRYNN_RSYCz3E16p4lINENQ2xZ5_3l-lgR8rvlPysqcm0oFM_Wp9L9yRQ7jhyomBbaNrX0r2GzyulOwMbFvVG9ttHcZtRJ8rledpxgimOxZdEkt8P9SqADt2ZrBNEow/s320/melting+down+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656132090080762018" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglOnoj07jJ2r9_lWCMxGvRkiP2OI410BP1AAc-L-Ks_GPB-y_Unci1o7HBS1ey7EgIqPgYtBRcQO3aNvNxl1pvnawyeHtkL2yxd11_iDA1rbA0sRVpN7uY4vWEZA9MF5dWscHbaHsAng/s1600/walking+away.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglOnoj07jJ2r9_lWCMxGvRkiP2OI410BP1AAc-L-Ks_GPB-y_Unci1o7HBS1ey7EgIqPgYtBRcQO3aNvNxl1pvnawyeHtkL2yxd11_iDA1rbA0sRVpN7uY4vWEZA9MF5dWscHbaHsAng/s320/walking+away.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656132013806783586" /></a><br /></div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-75234920928833190132011-09-08T08:54:00.001-07:002011-09-08T12:31:19.890-07:00He's an Animal<div style="text-align: center;">I've come to a realization about this guy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdXvAEhQGCSD6v1arDEjG_K0ogdu7coUmkwEBDhBu3ABFSDDW05_yTnDFnV3wsKNnNmN6aLvLhHhFWym9iCApWj95v0iQtQP-Vzso6B4dGOQYzOYMijAyOtenfizxCc5ofoHLQ1r5KRA/s1600/happy+ian.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdXvAEhQGCSD6v1arDEjG_K0ogdu7coUmkwEBDhBu3ABFSDDW05_yTnDFnV3wsKNnNmN6aLvLhHhFWym9iCApWj95v0iQtQP-Vzso6B4dGOQYzOYMijAyOtenfizxCc5ofoHLQ1r5KRA/s320/happy+ian.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650018305332601474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He has large front teeth that are sharp, and he likes to gnaw on arms, legs, and shoulders...</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyOuPnKUChF1NYoDA3hF_8m9B-anGXgy_nVhb1-F2J89udyAm0W7wG8Dp5pOz6HhshpLsygu_Qns4bab9XhPWOtL3p5_oKX1ficWsRLNaTgetMyIBytXX85JzEDL0VkJ8G-o9OJvKBg/s1600/ian+teefers.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyOuPnKUChF1NYoDA3hF_8m9B-anGXgy_nVhb1-F2J89udyAm0W7wG8Dp5pOz6HhshpLsygu_Qns4bab9XhPWOtL3p5_oKX1ficWsRLNaTgetMyIBytXX85JzEDL0VkJ8G-o9OJvKBg/s320/ian+teefers.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650018230624143698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He can look quite fierce, he growls when he eats, and he likes to howl at night before going to sleep...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXY7iU64v8eiNlv97nbikzY46prLGTQ-egyRq-_q3ThIRGAZJGBvm7PHnNz9duxdsV4oMm5j6bwpD0vPRVCb9-PlXqnfr5Lv30gxFtC_m20wA4_kj3f7sOQ4BEwXf6I0wVRLJMZngGfA/s1600/fierce+ian.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXY7iU64v8eiNlv97nbikzY46prLGTQ-egyRq-_q3ThIRGAZJGBvm7PHnNz9duxdsV4oMm5j6bwpD0vPRVCb9-PlXqnfr5Lv30gxFtC_m20wA4_kj3f7sOQ4BEwXf6I0wVRLJMZngGfA/s320/fierce+ian.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650018153760689922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">and he likes to carry objects around in his mouth while crawling on all fours...</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuIjBE1z5ieUb9TDGiWKZZnKL6PX6uIsxw4Y4B2XBDaCJ5mxHlJTGTxuMyaQZjg-2KTQCQvZhbjrBu_bf2Rc2JwkfjIk-QzlUbLCu12j6J0ijzJ9uNiy-L4guZUqjc-Mls020LjwnMg/s1600/ian+mouth.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuIjBE1z5ieUb9TDGiWKZZnKL6PX6uIsxw4Y4B2XBDaCJ5mxHlJTGTxuMyaQZjg-2KTQCQvZhbjrBu_bf2Rc2JwkfjIk-QzlUbLCu12j6J0ijzJ9uNiy-L4guZUqjc-Mls020LjwnMg/s320/ian+mouth.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650018015555744002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I think he is part wolf.</div></div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-42831009135208507482011-09-08T08:45:00.001-07:002011-09-08T08:49:56.900-07:00Coming soon....<div style="text-align: center;">Pictures of our trip to Utah for the wedding of these two beautiful people:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(my brother Aaron and his wife Jessica)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGs5BI8YBnzL5aW25IwNj6GkmxzQ4bDgeusP4X3sgez45bNboQSRDKSTbV1-_mteSggZpni52zCz7tNIDgtPttJUnL6XswdJG8GxAJp47RzIxHh9f0S_x3ABuP84CwhyphenhyphenbIiNwIEduvg/s1600/310416_2263760150141_1132612238_32637702_4255326_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGs5BI8YBnzL5aW25IwNj6GkmxzQ4bDgeusP4X3sgez45bNboQSRDKSTbV1-_mteSggZpni52zCz7tNIDgtPttJUnL6XswdJG8GxAJp47RzIxHh9f0S_x3ABuP84CwhyphenhyphenbIiNwIEduvg/s320/310416_2263760150141_1132612238_32637702_4255326_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650015775414369138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Which took place in this temple:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgturSkoQtX-VSI_Equ8VKFrL3b7Cn8fzkQVG2660tJJc9PXAD9WstALFnaSYDc3rH9jI5weHlIUxZB9Agej_r_8sEKGobdaLOjz9pGG7gbzPc1VlYT6fZSZlnDkmhtP_6k7V2ALbBRXw/s1600/312088_2263747949836_1132612238_32637674_5922215_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgturSkoQtX-VSI_Equ8VKFrL3b7Cn8fzkQVG2660tJJc9PXAD9WstALFnaSYDc3rH9jI5weHlIUxZB9Agej_r_8sEKGobdaLOjz9pGG7gbzPc1VlYT6fZSZlnDkmhtP_6k7V2ALbBRXw/s320/312088_2263747949836_1132612238_32637674_5922215_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650015704986489970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And the good times had with all these people:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vDsSsa9TE65DbcjltHe9ec8JqffIlUoskI8EeeteW-RU8SECVw13i741IP7jHKVa0qQ2sTJC0IbD2uS0ZuVlPmKLFa_xKGjTVgPezTdycACRKch5mobt9cSVzgkVEywC-d8c0j05-Q/s1600/Jessica+%2526+Aaron-279.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vDsSsa9TE65DbcjltHe9ec8JqffIlUoskI8EeeteW-RU8SECVw13i741IP7jHKVa0qQ2sTJC0IbD2uS0ZuVlPmKLFa_xKGjTVgPezTdycACRKch5mobt9cSVzgkVEywC-d8c0j05-Q/s320/Jessica+%2526+Aaron-279.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650015472848714258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Now lets see how long it takes me to get the pictures and video downloaded from Tyler's phone.</div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-30995242091939535522011-08-25T17:59:00.000-07:002011-08-25T18:05:09.560-07:00Who's Who?<div style="text-align: center;">Each of our kids at 6 1/2 months.</div><div>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Can you guess who is who?</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-42673622909462106022011-08-21T22:49:00.000-07:002011-08-21T22:52:38.720-07:00He's got ants in his pants...<div style="text-align: center;">and two teeth in, and two more visible and coming through any day. Why did he decide he needed to grow up all at once when he hit six months?</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I sure love this little guy.</div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-70272056402630580522011-08-21T22:34:00.000-07:002011-08-21T22:58:50.893-07:00Our trip to Bend<div style="text-align: center;">So I'm finally getting around to posting about our family trip to Bend, Oregon, in mid-July for Tyler to do a century ride (100 miles in one day...or just under six hours, including climbing halfway up Mount Bachelor, for my amazingly athletic and awesome husband!) Sadly, I failed to take any pictures of him on his bike. You'll just have to trust me that he really did it!</div><div>
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll be honest, I probably wouldn't have posted about this trip had I not come across this montage of pictures from the day before the ride. This perfectly captures the many faces my children make while trying to get one picture where they're both looking at the camera and smiling. I do so love these two crazy kids of mine!</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Pardon the quality, they're from a phone camera.)</span></div><div>
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">On our little walk in downtown Bend, we gave the kids $1 to spend on whatever they wanted. Not surprisingly, they spotted a candy store and were ready to throw their money down on the first sugary treat they laid their eyes on. Luke ultimately went with the sucker, and as you can see, he enjoyed it immensely.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lydia went with the Sweedish Fish. I have raised her well.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This last picture was not taken in Bend. It was taken at our ward camp-out a week and a half ago in North Plains, Oregon. I just wanted to document that we did go camping this summer, even if it was just for one night.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-50714887258465824982011-08-10T21:31:00.000-07:002011-08-10T22:49:55.356-07:00Watch What You Say...<div><span class="Apple-style-span">Lydia is at a funny stage. Everything is very concrete. For example, I told her we were going to Out of this World, a pizza and play place. She said "how do we get back in to this world?" She is also in a "I must push the limits and freak out at the drop of a hat" phase right now. The combo can be bad news, as illustrated below.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span">A few weeks ago I came home from book club and asked Ty how the night went. Turns out, not surprisingly, that Lydia and Luke had not wanted to go to sleep and came out of their room five zillion times after being put to bed. Lydia went to the bathroom three times, Luke spouted many untrue stories about trains and "lights flashing" and being run over by a train, etc. The rule has been that if they came out for anything other than an approved reason after being put to bed (going to the bathroom, throwing up, bleeding profusely...that about covers the acceptable reasons) the childproof lock went on the inside of their door so they couldn't get out. Luke thought it was hilarious to try to get the lock put on, because it always put Lydia in such a panic. "What if I have to go potty? I'll have to pee pee on the floor or in my bed! AHHHHH!" Scream scream, cry cry, on and on. Inevitably, each time the lock went on she would knock loudly on the door two minutes later stating she had to pee, and would go squeeze two drops out, go back in the room, and they would go to sleep.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">That night was no different. Luke was laughing as the lock went on, Lydia was panicking and yelling about having to pee, despite having gone three times already. The knock came as usual a few minutes later, but Tyler said he wasn't letting them out. "I'm going to have to pee on the floor then, AHHHHH!" "Fine, whatever, go ahead, you're not coming out," he replied. Eventually the yelling ended and the hoodlums went to bed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I went in to check on them before going to bed. The first thing I encountered when I opened the door was Luke, completely naked, lying on the floor. (This was pre-potty training, mind you.) It had been a warm day, but not THAT warm. I laughed as I called Tyler in to see the site. Then I looked at Lydia on her bed and SHE was buck naked too!!! We were trying to figure out what they had been doing in there while putting underwear on Lydia and a diaper on Luke. As Tyler was putting the diaper on Luke he felt a little wet spot on the floor right about where he had been laying. Feeling around some more he found another little wet spot close to that one. We cleaned it up, figuring since Luke was naked lying on the floor he must have peed in his sleep.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">The next morning I asked the kids about being naked and the wet spots. "Well, we were hot and sweaty Mommy, so we took off our clothes." Can't fault them for being practical I guess. "And, I told Daddy I was going to have to pee on the floor and he said it was fine, he said go ahead, so I did." Apparently Luke thought it looked like so much fun he joined her in peeing on the floor. Of course, this was three weeks after I had the carpets cleaned.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tyler and I are now very careful what we say to Lydia, even in the midst of her tantrums.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958514298697412933.post-89803445188699087212011-07-28T15:32:00.000-07:002011-07-28T15:42:25.268-07:00First "Real" Haircuts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVBhMcAUPFslKfXCvOtYd5tHT4CwCZWsk3SKt82oMFHWChqcy0B0Mvm6_cOj8mSIrT4V13XFQpO88QZZ3XrWP44zcqBy8otv4LjebZM0IHWOmVLXitRjp_Qmao6zNfFo6X3xaZvWnAg/s1600/IMG_1638.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVBhMcAUPFslKfXCvOtYd5tHT4CwCZWsk3SKt82oMFHWChqcy0B0Mvm6_cOj8mSIrT4V13XFQpO88QZZ3XrWP44zcqBy8otv4LjebZM0IHWOmVLXitRjp_Qmao6zNfFo6X3xaZvWnAg/s320/IMG_1638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634535309689323666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A girl from church that I visit teach does hair, and since Lydia and Luke both needed hair cuts, and Luke's turned out soooooo well last time when I did it, I decided to have her cut their hair. Lydia enjoyed getting her hair shampooed and cut, but she didn't appreciate having it dried with the diffuser. She even got a little updo done after it was dried since she like to be "fancy."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xEiwP123iUzFLz5OR6QTbsMm3yBU9mzlu646Fa9Zkw4_5irJDG79z-Adv5smi0xUrlTGlnCrpTsHBMSF7sa2fTPdqb0oTKAIl7-o3xgsmM8pMzlkpsF5QIOi795OS06Ti71pNdvESQ/s1600/IMG_1637.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xEiwP123iUzFLz5OR6QTbsMm3yBU9mzlu646Fa9Zkw4_5irJDG79z-Adv5smi0xUrlTGlnCrpTsHBMSF7sa2fTPdqb0oTKAIl7-o3xgsmM8pMzlkpsF5QIOi795OS06Ti71pNdvESQ/s320/IMG_1637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634535193029220018" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">It's kind of hard to tell in the pictures but Luke's little curls are gelled and spiked on top. He keeps reaching up to feel them, and he informed me "Mom, I can't sleep with my hair pointy like this!" I know I'm biased but I think they look pretty stinkin' cute with their new hairdos! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzf8vjWmxMS1i6iwhH11TSxfUyw9xvmzPg6r4xYAycgaCC777zN6OIwOR5pip4CWI18xGfddvFEHBSKus_9mD9Bu3hKEaMYqbCD8kiW4NK_yuwQrmw3DLuqAT5TOwPGgaSzBOe9YVK8w/s1600/IMG_1635.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzf8vjWmxMS1i6iwhH11TSxfUyw9xvmzPg6r4xYAycgaCC777zN6OIwOR5pip4CWI18xGfddvFEHBSKus_9mD9Bu3hKEaMYqbCD8kiW4NK_yuwQrmw3DLuqAT5TOwPGgaSzBOe9YVK8w/s320/IMG_1635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634535063354356226" /></a><br /></div>A-Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329513196744600303noreply@blogger.com3