tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81380602024-03-13T13:51:46.498-07:00FOR I AM FERNICUSFernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274118622048133noreply@blogger.comBlogger219125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-85116079681694314312013-11-20T08:48:00.002-08:002013-11-20T08:49:23.648-08:00Holy CowPeople, I just got back from India. It was crazy. Every cliche I've ever heard about the place is absolutely true. India is absolutely a land of contrasts.<br />
I feel so lucky I was able to go on this amazing trip. I really hit the jack pot with Tyler. Do you know what he said to me the day I got back as I was telling him all about my adventures?? He said, "You should go on a crazy trip like this once every year." Seriously. All four kids came down with the flu while I was gone and instead of venting to me about how tough it was for him, or asking for some time for himself to go play basketball or something, he's sitting there on the floor in Flossie's room genuinely happy for me and probably subconsciously planning my next adventure. I never did anything great enough to deserve this wonderful man.<br />
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I am <i>tired</i>. I went to bed last night at 8pm, woke up at 11:30pm when Tyler came to bed, and I've been up ever since. I tried to fold some laundry, but I got distracted. I ended up putting up some Christmas decorations and making waffles instead. I'm trying my best to make everyone happy I'm home.Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-83196204824837273242013-07-10T08:30:00.000-07:002013-07-10T15:23:29.303-07:00Bed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
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Tyler is the bed maker in our family. Much to my mother's disappointment, I never really picked up the habit. It is so nice to walk in and find the bed made for me by my husband. He is top-notch. I'm in Paris now and he is home in Washington State. I wonder if he makes the bed when I'm not there. I'm going to pretend he doesn't. Miss you Tyler.</div>
Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-12079780006767951912013-07-03T08:30:00.000-07:002013-07-03T08:30:03.715-07:00Weekend at Kassey's<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Right after school ended this year, I decided to take the two older boys to Utah for the weekend. We were going to try to catch a flight on Thursday, but it rained and the traffic was so bad we missed our flight. No problem. Tyler set the alarm for 4am and we were on the first flight out in the morning. Visiting Kassey is great because she's always glad to see us. I feel like no matter what she's doing, she'll find a way to fit us into her day and despite the last-minute flight change, she was there with all her kids happy to pick up at the airport.</div>
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What was our first stop? The gym! Not living by my sisters, I feel like there are somethings I miss out on, like a good gym buddy. So we stuck the rugrats in daycare and got to sweatin'. Kassey warned me that the front desk people were going to try and scam me into a membership so I was ready for them. When they asked where I was from I told them, "Out-of-town". Gotcha! Next stop? The post-workout-snack. Terrible and wonderful. Kassey took me to the <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/country-bakery-of-lehi-lehi" target="_blank">Lehi Bakery</a> while her girls were in swim lessons. Have you ever been to this place? It's like the best Mexician dive ever, only a bakery. It's like a buch of chubby Relief Society ladies got together and started selling really yummy Mormon comfort food. It's like the absolutely antithesis of everything that is cool and hip. It was really REALLY GOOD. We tried to think about how much shortening they must use in their goodies, but it was too scary. Go there.</div>
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Saturday was the BEST. After stopping by the bakery again --<i>thin I am not-- </i>and stopping to visit Grandpa Cal, Kassey and I took all kids but Gus to meet up with our Grandma Judy at the community Pool in Provo. When we arrived our little old Grandma had dragged up 3 pool chairs and 2 loungers into just the right spot on a grassy hill where we could easily kinda watch the kids and work on our tan at the same time. That lady is something else. Highlights include taking ridiculous picture of each other and dragging our frady-cat five year olds down the watersides, which they later said they loved. I'm definitely heading back to this pool again with the whole family. <b>But I did just read <a href="http://fox13now.com/2013/06/08/man-charged-with-molesting-teens-at-rec-center-pool/" target="_blank">about this</a>, so disclaimer alert. </b>I asked Tyler if I should put this picture on the blog and he just laughed at me. He's right, it is funny.</div>
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Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-32727938484688864352013-06-28T08:00:00.000-07:002013-07-02T23:47:48.213-07:00Stick Together<div style="text-align: justify;">
One of the things I love most about Tyler's flight benefits with Delta is taking our children along our travels. Yes, they're too young to remember most of the trip. Yes, someone (or several someones) may throw up in the car. But ultimately <i>I</i> am going to remember these travels. I genuinely enjoy dragging our kiddos along with us for the ride. For our children (but Mack and Hank especially), seeing Mommy and Daddy excited about something makes them excited about it too. If I tell them that The Tower of London is <b>THE COOLEST</b> place in the word, they believe me! Flossie and Wally aren't really buying what we're selling at this point, but they've got some cool pictures out to the deal and it's keeping them out of Chuck E. Cheese. <i>gross</i></div>
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Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-85315183264651952252013-06-26T08:30:00.000-07:002013-06-26T16:01:06.925-07:00Le Ballon Rouge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mack sorta remembered seeing it before so he was fine with it, but the other little kiddos thought it was a tad boring at first. However, once the action picked up and the Balloon started following the boy (Does that little guy have a name?) they were all hooked. Well, everyone except me, I was reading Rick Steves France 2013 on the couch.</div>
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I've spent most of today looking over options for apartments to rent while we're in Paris. We still haven't closed the deal yet, but we do have a <a href="http://www.homeaway.com/vacation-rental/p441177vb" target="_blank">front-runner</a>. Usually, when we go away, we try to rent a flat with a crib, but no such luck this time. Looks like Tyler will be dragging our Pack'n Play on the train, because there is no way I am trying to get a jet-lagged toddler -aka Flossie- to sleep with me. Anyway, I'm sure that position will be occupied by Wallace. I don't know how people co-sleep with their kids, it only leads to angry-sleep at my house.</div>
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Just got back from Utah. I've been toying with the idea of starting up the old blog again and Kassey gave me the the final nudge I needed to push me over the edge and into action. She pointed out that sometimes I use a 'tone' and if I write things down instead of saying them out-loud they'll come across better... Thanks?</div>
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After giving it hardly any thought, I chose to go back to the blog where it all began. Why not. No one else has a voice on this thing, so I'm just going to keep it named after myself. It's going to be by me, and mostly about me(?) and -probably- read by only me. I wish I had known how easy it is to move all my posts onto one blog- I would of done it ages ago.</div>
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Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-74497156211229578892011-07-20T09:04:00.000-07:002013-06-24T16:55:40.053-07:00Not Exactly Note WorthyWallace has a really hard time walking around in the morning wearing his fleece footed PJ's (Yes, he finally learned to walk, but still insists on carrying a small with him from dawn to dusk). Lately, after breakfast, I just strip him down to his diaper and let him play semi-nude for a good hour. He loves being naked and slapping himself on his big 'ol round belly. His belly button looks JUST like a cinnamon roll.<br />Of course he wouldn't have to wear fleece footed PJ's at all if it would just warm up and stop raining. Blah.Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-70028738382134866622011-04-05T10:49:00.000-07:002013-06-24T16:55:40.059-07:00If I had a FacebookMornings like today are why I keep an emergency stash of Chocolate Costco Muffins in the freezer. Breakfast is served!<br />I barely resisted eating one myself. Cottage cheese and pineapple? I guess that'll do for now. I don't know why Wallace won't drink a big glass of milk first thing in the morning like my other kids (still not walking). He practically demands steak and eggs every day. This kid LOVES a good hearty breakfast <i>first thing</i>. He does not have time for you to go to the bathroom or put in your contacts. He's like the plant in Little Shop of Horrors. When I tried to give him a cup of milk downstairs he greeted me with a head butt. Good morning to you too!<br />Mack and Henry somehow managed to put the drying rack --sans clothes-- in Wallace's crib before I was up this morning. That was fun to find. There were a few other fun surprises that I'm too polite to share on the internet. At least no one dumped the powdered sugar and oatmeal out all over the kitchen. Counting my blessings.Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-33686956923255715822011-03-07T10:33:00.000-08:002013-06-24T16:55:40.065-07:00WalkingWallace is 13 months old. I am convinced that he will never learn to walk because all he wants to do is crawl around pushing trucks in front of him. How are you supposed to drive a truck under the table if you're walking?Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-28222668994215162942011-01-28T11:30:00.000-08:002013-06-25T19:19:32.920-07:00Handsome:<div style="text-align: justify;">
Attending a wedding with three little busy boys is tough, but having my awesome looking husband (you should see how tight the pants were he had to wear) there to do the heavy lifting helps to lighten the load. Tyler was a champ the whole weekend. Outstanding Husband of the Year Award. Mack was in a pretty good mood all day. No surprise there, he's always happy. Henry was in one of his 'moods' where no one can touch him, talk to him, or look at him. Shocker. Wallace was tired, but it could of been worse.</div>
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Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-6046097105171762502011-01-13T11:07:00.000-08:002013-06-24T16:55:40.076-07:00New Year's ResolutionsAlright already! Everybody stop bugging me to post our resolutions onto our blog. Sheesh! (No really, actually no one asked me to do this.)<br /><b>Wallace: </b><br /><ol><li>Learn to walk.</li><li>Learn to say some words.</li><li>(Near the end of the year) Move to a toddler bed.</li></ol><b>Henry:</b><br /><ol><li>Learn to say "love" instead of "lob" (same with "live" instead of "lib").</li><li>Get to the point where he ALWAYS goes to the bathroom - on the toilet- unprompted.</li><li>Start Preschool!</li></ol><b>Mack:</b><b> </b><br /><ol><li>Really "get" what a calender is all about. IE: understand what order days of the week come in and months of the year.</li><li>Learn to swim independently.</li><li>Start Kindergarten!</li></ol><b>Fern:</b><br /><ol><li>No desserts for 2011.</li><li>Attend the temple at least 12 times.</li></ol><b>Tyler:</b><br /><ol><li>(I don't know how he'd feel about me posting his resolutions on here, so I'll have to check with him 1st and maybe up date this later. Sorry.) I think he'll tell you if you ask him.<b> </b></li></ol>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-4471034913743601032011-01-07T10:14:00.000-08:002013-06-24T16:55:40.082-07:00Before I ForgetMack is not a very good liar.<br />The other morning he came into my room to wake me up and I could tell instantly he'd gotten into something downstairs because he had crumbs all over his face.<br /><blockquote>"Mack what did you get into?"<br />"I didn't get into anything."<br />"Then why is your face all messy?"<br />"Um, it's not messy. I mean it's just my friends made a mess and I told them to stop it...and I was just cleaning it up."<br />"Mack, what kind of mess?"<br />"It wasn't a mess, um...I mean, it was a sea mess. Yeah. Just a sea otter mess, that's it."<br />"Okay..."</blockquote><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I know, it's another boring 'wordy post', written entirely for my own personal enjoyment. Big deal. I'm a busy lady. Get over it.</i></span>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-29774042433376296702010-11-12T10:56:00.000-08:002013-06-24T16:55:40.088-07:00Morning at the OperaMack and Henry enter stage right. Henry holding one large car, Mack holding two smaller cars. Henry and Mack both lay down on the floor with their backs to the audience and begin driving their cars back and forth in front of themselves.<b> </b><br /><blockquote><b>Mack:</b> I'm a fire, a fire, a fire ca-car. <br />I'm a fire, a fire, a fire ca-car.<br />I'm a fire, a fire, a fire ca-car.<br />And I'm a pizza, a pee pee, a pizza car car.<br />I'm a pizza, a pee pee, a pizza car car.<br />I'm a pizza, a pee pee, a pizza car car.<br />And we are the same! We are a pizza and a fire car!<br />And we are all the same.<br /><b>Henry:</b> NO! I am a fire car!</blockquote>An argument ensues. In order to illustrate his point and prove he is right, Mack rolls onto Henry. Henry roars and Mack decides to back off. <br /><blockquote><b>Mack:</b> I'm a doctor car the doctor car is coming!<br />Hey did your engine die? Did it? That is why I am coming.<br /><b>Henry:</b> No I have an owie. Owie right there, and I have wheels.<br />That's my engine. No, that's my engine.<br /><b>Mack:</b> No Henry it is something that rhymes with the letter K K car.<br />Come on guys football car,<br />It's nice to meet you again.<br />FOOT BALL CAR! It's nice to meet you again.<br />This is my cousin.<br />FOOTBALL CAR! WOO!<br />It's nice to meet you again.<br /><b>Henry:</b> No I'm a a king, I'm king! I'm king!<br />BYE BYE, I go my home.</blockquote>Henry exits stage right, followed by Mack. <br /><br />Critics of this morning's opera were left speechless and had only this to say:<br /><blockquote>"Bu. Bu. Bu."</blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>-Wallace Morley</blockquote></blockquote>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-3408573110643521532010-11-08T20:28:00.000-08:002013-06-24T16:55:40.095-07:00BathtimeMack and Henry have the best conversations.<br />Today, the boys and I spent nearly all our daylight hours at my Mom's house. I was sorta working on Christmas gifts, Mack did 'homework' in his preschool workbook and Henry built towers while attempting to eat his weight in cookies. Wallace mostly cried because he doesn't feel good (he's got a cold), but when he wasn't crying his was flirting with his Granny and Aunt Kloe.<br />After family night, we came home and Tyler put the two older boys in the bathtub. After they'd been in the tub a while, Mack let out an enormous toot in the water. Henry turned and asked him very seriously, "You pooped?"<br />Mack answered him, "No, I tooted." <br />"You tooted in the water?"<br />"Yeah, under the water."<br />"Oh."<br />A little while later Mack leaned back in the tub and sighed, "Ahhh. <i>This</i> is the life."Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-43334964609412480182010-11-08T08:55:00.000-08:002013-06-24T16:55:40.166-07:00Toddler potty training underwear-- y'know the kind that's really thick and absorbent-- should not be sold in packs of three. It should come, at a minimum, in packs of at least TEN.Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-1060295381665859692010-11-03T08:16:00.000-07:002013-06-24T16:55:40.238-07:00Let Me Entertain YouMack was in a particularly musical mood this morning. He was walking around with his little Primary Songbook, singing away. I was lucky enough to transcribe a little of what he was singing. You're just going to have to imagine what the tune sounded like, but I can tell you the last one was a little bit like a rap.<br /><i> </i><br /><i>A grown up can help you with that,</i><br /><i>Two grown ups get baptized</i><br /><i>sho-di-do, sho-sho-di-dooo </i><br /><i>You have been taught by these later days.</i><br />Bridge: Lots of nonsense word singing<br /><i>Y</i><i>ou have been taught when Jesus was born</i><br /><i>We have we know about Jesus was born and food friends too </i><br />and back then...<br /><br />Break to talk about his "food friends" (these are imaginary friends he has named after different foods. Like Pancake, Cupcake), apparently they were born when Jesus was born. They are a family and the food family grandparents live far away from here. "Pretty sad, huh?"<br /><br /><i>They have been taught by latter-days</i><br /><i>Children were gathered around Jesus,</i><br /><i>They don't know why.</i><br /><i>Oh di-do-di-do.</i><br /><br />I asked Mack if he wanted to sing somemore. He said, "Actually when everyone gathers up in a big circle. But you can't be in the front, I am."<br /><br /><i>By these latter days </i><br /><i>I have been to church. </i><br /><i>On day of days</i><br /><i>If I had been to the temples.</i><br /><i>You are</i><br /><i> the odi modi</i><br /><i>testimony. </i><br /><i>And you are in the sky.</i><br /><i>If you go </i><br /><i>on a trip </i><br /><i>You know </i><br /><i>on a whip </i><br /><i>you only know the odi-do.</i><br /><br />Now he says he'll sing for me some more when I come to the big circle in his room. Gotta love this kid.Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-26276765723253953952010-10-26T08:12:00.000-07:002013-06-24T16:55:40.310-07:00PUMPkin Patch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9vBnV9_Hxb2nJ_n0dIKZSCZ3rmz7W9dsHKIqbzaKC2OTbEUYi0RpZbc11Ggr_3wek-IO0SqwkG4vLQ_c_Jg4tZ1PFQ0Xo5ImmGrNRMOwx933SkSWV-2auqykexJ5Ld1uskjS/s1600/DSCF2350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9vBnV9_Hxb2nJ_n0dIKZSCZ3rmz7W9dsHKIqbzaKC2OTbEUYi0RpZbc11Ggr_3wek-IO0SqwkG4vLQ_c_Jg4tZ1PFQ0Xo5ImmGrNRMOwx933SkSWV-2auqykexJ5Ld1uskjS/s320/DSCF2350.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Last week we went to FOUR pumpkin patches in five days! I must have lost my mind. First, we took the whole family on Tuesday for a delayed family night. The second time, I went with the boys on Thursday morning-ish for a poorly attended ward play-date. Finally, on Saturday Henry, Wallace and I met up with my parents to check two more patches off the list while Tyler and Mack were off hiking Mt. Pilchuck with the scouts. Henry was cranky on Tuesday and Saturday, but overall they were good times. Like any mother, I forced my children to take an insane number of pictures, and find myself unable to edit it down to just one or two. Enjoy. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNEF38D81_ENutoZFeB2aczbtxSxZmrekrvPqf877HLOoj_VGh341a2vhD7_dt5tVO2vQI4hHUu5VdloEPe7tcODlhsBI8mHSQJPD4QSnhut-ccEIZEm9yP1V3hMAyFYjfrmh0/s1600/DSCF2370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNEF38D81_ENutoZFeB2aczbtxSxZmrekrvPqf877HLOoj_VGh341a2vhD7_dt5tVO2vQI4hHUu5VdloEPe7tcODlhsBI8mHSQJPD4QSnhut-ccEIZEm9yP1V3hMAyFYjfrmh0/s320/DSCF2370.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZxClFKGxkslOURUG4Hunx1JYOMCqWzR-C4bNN140y2UwsNR7KWnVvhu6MxaxpX7M9qeb7tKLHmeWLqUafxSKsXfJdH6hGQqvl1rY_qiYBdxTDrUKbOpQASg5WRYgONqqkBa1/s1600/DSCF2362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZxClFKGxkslOURUG4Hunx1JYOMCqWzR-C4bNN140y2UwsNR7KWnVvhu6MxaxpX7M9qeb7tKLHmeWLqUafxSKsXfJdH6hGQqvl1rY_qiYBdxTDrUKbOpQASg5WRYgONqqkBa1/s320/DSCF2362.JPG" width="240" /></a><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9E3qSSLonFya3bFqODl8TCSzXryMZJQEsMknvkLW7JtQDo9XCmL2CsLHF1yRUfkgXVYCmX370UZO02EeF2tJK-wir9CvRYYWSAdVlejU2lhQHZTu57VxsjGIo2tirNaVERcT3/s320/DSCF2365.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wallace is like this ALL the time! We lucked out with this boy.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9E3qSSLonFya3bFqODl8TCSzXryMZJQEsMknvkLW7JtQDo9XCmL2CsLHF1yRUfkgXVYCmX370UZO02EeF2tJK-wir9CvRYYWSAdVlejU2lhQHZTu57VxsjGIo2tirNaVERcT3/s1600/DSCF2365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujgvHtTg7dbVwttefKZdudrAY0pRbWoyqbjhUALNBfcj8ayWL8pCTMumRCVDkfDpKRCJrgUe_GyUaD93my1bKgSv9lUTHHY72iXLVVdeu3WR2lOf-CkMDy-BslgXN06CdSuiQ/s320/DSCF2373.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Henry's favorite pumpkin.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujgvHtTg7dbVwttefKZdudrAY0pRbWoyqbjhUALNBfcj8ayWL8pCTMumRCVDkfDpKRCJrgUe_GyUaD93my1bKgSv9lUTHHY72iXLVVdeu3WR2lOf-CkMDy-BslgXN06CdSuiQ/s1600/DSCF2373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVQS2KOb0IFJSFVkz1qcg39u3EHvquULi5k8nAvHO6v5si4gqXzh1eMZ517FegfAtk4ADLWFGudMIru93nL8U2cJ_LR11dV7RZ-lyCm89E3R8M-sFCnVuDeTSLBc7Fgdy9QneV/s320/DSCF2374.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mack's favorite pumpkin.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVQS2KOb0IFJSFVkz1qcg39u3EHvquULi5k8nAvHO6v5si4gqXzh1eMZ517FegfAtk4ADLWFGudMIru93nL8U2cJ_LR11dV7RZ-lyCm89E3R8M-sFCnVuDeTSLBc7Fgdy9QneV/s1600/DSCF2374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9uZezYZdHu23393HYkuYhGV4JuFfZxKxIkaLRXv4DbZT7cMboDKeOlPBGb3k6G2rvIRzkjwFd-hL00lalO_3fuiT_sUUo9HFbcGhyphenhyphenSW-iS8DKVWjZhcDRxuuxNhia97qO2Nip/s320/DSCF2384.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Henry's general attitude towards having his photo taken. I've got a bunch of pictures where his face looks like this.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9uZezYZdHu23393HYkuYhGV4JuFfZxKxIkaLRXv4DbZT7cMboDKeOlPBGb3k6G2rvIRzkjwFd-hL00lalO_3fuiT_sUUo9HFbcGhyphenhyphenSW-iS8DKVWjZhcDRxuuxNhia97qO2Nip/s1600/DSCF2384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGRmkUiiSPPyOHAnuY1zMqVINbZitlx1fYJJQaJcO5-EIZ0ADDOqeBjnrBJSsbGHWjOZDqYqZaliBtzdhUNDYE345xpTVXYygU0B1CP00TKy92J5LRc3A5l0G3VoPiBfbMqZi/s320/DSCF2399.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The wagon was just for the kids. We'd already bought our pumpkins at the grocery store, sorry.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGRmkUiiSPPyOHAnuY1zMqVINbZitlx1fYJJQaJcO5-EIZ0ADDOqeBjnrBJSsbGHWjOZDqYqZaliBtzdhUNDYE345xpTVXYygU0B1CP00TKy92J5LRc3A5l0G3VoPiBfbMqZi/s1600/DSCF2399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdpbIf3jEEVxm1pf5yqDVAA1_pX6Q17eE22ytgwFSB7lCaKtYJbQxQ4o8K23-Z5WWF7Ol5glJRdDdNrZFOd4ip1aXv_dC9iJXPaDcOf3oZv6z521SGPkXON9swCsCPJUbDH0AH/s1600/DSCF2413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuqqHYjFzJkkoIqV85svYK10hP7gG8Ohagbb9iaVLoddutpTDrY4r7Q3G8kS9_c4lthkzWjaMdnFsIfA_RB8UDf8VtEEmAEawio6Nu1WrMxHnt7G5FhXOjt8leeFrGdxO9bGPs/s1600/DSCF2410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuqqHYjFzJkkoIqV85svYK10hP7gG8Ohagbb9iaVLoddutpTDrY4r7Q3G8kS9_c4lthkzWjaMdnFsIfA_RB8UDf8VtEEmAEawio6Nu1WrMxHnt7G5FhXOjt8leeFrGdxO9bGPs/s320/DSCF2410.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cLkaHUKwv8wcEnrmBtBdLaKhsDPilZAvqTl5JvQmfM-T755IDBUaqJQnikRYWS0Rw14h36O8PTztF1juAOSFogY-TvXFrfZkZLIfnXpX8yAikFqdWz46iahH3nGB9GKuqAjX/s1600/DSCF2409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cLkaHUKwv8wcEnrmBtBdLaKhsDPilZAvqTl5JvQmfM-T755IDBUaqJQnikRYWS0Rw14h36O8PTztF1juAOSFogY-TvXFrfZkZLIfnXpX8yAikFqdWz46iahH3nGB9GKuqAjX/s320/DSCF2409.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdpbIf3jEEVxm1pf5yqDVAA1_pX6Q17eE22ytgwFSB7lCaKtYJbQxQ4o8K23-Z5WWF7Ol5glJRdDdNrZFOd4ip1aXv_dC9iJXPaDcOf3oZv6z521SGPkXON9swCsCPJUbDH0AH/s320/DSCF2413.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These photos are from the second patch. Henry was in a great mood this time. I cannot get over our cute little Wally! One of these is going in a frame.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdpbIf3jEEVxm1pf5yqDVAA1_pX6Q17eE22ytgwFSB7lCaKtYJbQxQ4o8K23-Z5WWF7Ol5glJRdDdNrZFOd4ip1aXv_dC9iJXPaDcOf3oZv6z521SGPkXON9swCsCPJUbDH0AH/s1600/DSCF2413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnZDbpfLfLWfAgTukMECGAFVdaGyOVtIndzgiUzdPoM7L4eOQcu1nS_HKpGvjF42k0laKfLsfvR8h3C4xPMpNyeG3Y5yU2wKOYSlEZmR5DKfkLsWResWs4gpTplpUfuWNAGiBF/s1600/DSCF2426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnZDbpfLfLWfAgTukMECGAFVdaGyOVtIndzgiUzdPoM7L4eOQcu1nS_HKpGvjF42k0laKfLsfvR8h3C4xPMpNyeG3Y5yU2wKOYSlEZmR5DKfkLsWResWs4gpTplpUfuWNAGiBF/s320/DSCF2426.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgatOToVUt2zi4fWyCX1Y3ianoae6i1ypsGnXErQxm1yCB3ut3etZtuBeRIgVaBmqQHtb_EsUKmVwXKzVTSUlzoVlm3J6dywfoHWgzqlf9_LEjPFYlv8RUla08c7NYFOhifd1Pl/s1600/DSCF2416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mack and Henry love trying to hold the pumpkins up over their heads to show me their super strength. </td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfs2wMSRCm0BB1Uuq5FY0TXUb00CYdMjoACbVr8cYVK1FhElW4fO5blp2Ve_9OPpovyBfHeOIv_-gSoNlNHBLqELfX8fd-iOkKRg2YKkaB08p4SulaSUfQjNqONHe6HTfCqDAr/s1600/DSCF2417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_woSYS3K-1nhWkf8DbwNo_C2hPksVP41Ln5kS0bSgZF5ULXCs84Xd54jvsbvTKmXp_W-lbBKlHUo2myAQpZQR-ifByCaEes5LOs3RysomkuYkD_69J2FzGpFCEr2xKAwODiUt/s1600/DSCF2425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_woSYS3K-1nhWkf8DbwNo_C2hPksVP41Ln5kS0bSgZF5ULXCs84Xd54jvsbvTKmXp_W-lbBKlHUo2myAQpZQR-ifByCaEes5LOs3RysomkuYkD_69J2FzGpFCEr2xKAwODiUt/s320/DSCF2425.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Try as I might, I completely failed at getting the boys to look at me while sitting on some bales of hay. They were much more interested in who had the better pumpkin. I learned that Mack is partial to the green, and Henry likes the ones that are "broken".</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUV2iSR9ulkYMZu9e6dYDjcT0UCUJWrBSHP_YQlLnrPCKY8Ah2NYAiw_K5nKDXpE85qJB4Plz1BJ0cCt1PhphnzFGdqDIjGSGYo4f2L5dY5DqiCxYRcLAHBn2KtBhRIThx5_vu/s1600/DSCF2435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-23511192309747341612010-10-20T11:04:00.000-07:002013-06-24T16:55:40.528-07:00BOMM-SHAKA-LAKA!<div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Who just put up TWO blog posts in one week? ME! That's who! Enjoy these pictures please.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BA6FehrWlf_QdI2DTRIXC5iVxXWeLLDqFIXycgCnsLS1hjlflIoQ0ubennU1yRcHLbxw0_vEtUMEOKAV46zbOkhaIRlfGJMoJq4VbUrO_p6GY85EC3LB05YhZ7MEiiT6PddH/s1600/DSCF2293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BA6FehrWlf_QdI2DTRIXC5iVxXWeLLDqFIXycgCnsLS1hjlflIoQ0ubennU1yRcHLbxw0_vEtUMEOKAV46zbOkhaIRlfGJMoJq4VbUrO_p6GY85EC3LB05YhZ7MEiiT6PddH/s320/DSCF2293.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Batman and Super Gnome arriving home from a super hero themed birthday party.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVW8QVdTktHro89Q8gTlZonk_ZsOQVlU-YleixlhSTweNYz9FH6jz3QvRqz3vgAnOq3qiHLzvu2q5l1rlJE0WTEIBXS_MHCFb-4Ncf1MLvTcoFgYNBjkGmapYBSQG76JyZ3Vj/s1600/DSCF2294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVW8QVdTktHro89Q8gTlZonk_ZsOQVlU-YleixlhSTweNYz9FH6jz3QvRqz3vgAnOq3qiHLzvu2q5l1rlJE0WTEIBXS_MHCFb-4Ncf1MLvTcoFgYNBjkGmapYBSQG76JyZ3Vj/s320/DSCF2294.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVW8QVdTktHro89Q8gTlZonk_ZsOQVlU-YleixlhSTweNYz9FH6jz3QvRqz3vgAnOq3qiHLzvu2q5l1rlJE0WTEIBXS_MHCFb-4Ncf1MLvTcoFgYNBjkGmapYBSQG76JyZ3Vj/s1600/DSCF2294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpvuuR64gIByD_f5ek6eUfIFC6Nbur8OIRg51QcoIOlSr_YnE2y01fniNCOqy_kIpZO5AB74UuiF5F8JvAGSCTzvouc6ylqNrx36o8tqS7ZIee0wD8tdTtWG8JGYjxpQZFSce/s1600/DSCF2299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpvuuR64gIByD_f5ek6eUfIFC6Nbur8OIRg51QcoIOlSr_YnE2y01fniNCOqy_kIpZO5AB74UuiF5F8JvAGSCTzvouc6ylqNrx36o8tqS7ZIee0wD8tdTtWG8JGYjxpQZFSce/s320/DSCF2299.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgsSEnv1atLfowab6iEV5CGbceRPIqsPgg0E5k39X5SyLVedW-TxV8Qm9BI9TpIQdQixioyMN_Jp3kzNYm47OA_wzILTmPuD7QZLO-yBzsUUPWSzUG6ObLpjoboiOH0BbAS3M/s1600/DSCF2304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgsSEnv1atLfowab6iEV5CGbceRPIqsPgg0E5k39X5SyLVedW-TxV8Qm9BI9TpIQdQixioyMN_Jp3kzNYm47OA_wzILTmPuD7QZLO-yBzsUUPWSzUG6ObLpjoboiOH0BbAS3M/s320/DSCF2304.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />Brothers.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIRJUonoKQkxC5GM5ca971n-rHcA9CeeT7DaXLWyCzFxy3A5DrskuV2azGbBFUavMw-6rkEX0kc59thBErBSQEyFzJp7GIyfeYBp8uW6gs8ZNrAV_NxUWDx1Eb6mXfIaK3BI7/s1600/DSCF2312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIRJUonoKQkxC5GM5ca971n-rHcA9CeeT7DaXLWyCzFxy3A5DrskuV2azGbBFUavMw-6rkEX0kc59thBErBSQEyFzJp7GIyfeYBp8uW6gs8ZNrAV_NxUWDx1Eb6mXfIaK3BI7/s320/DSCF2312.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>And the award for 'World's Most Piercing Blue Eyes' goes to... Wally. Just ask anyone.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKerARZ1Go1Ih-g-7qXTaPtpxOiekmKiJTTGoW6HoExbuW5llfw3U9lrJOB7KMursDImyu8PjlhSfJNjB6j_1VOhJlgefEUZfVJOprcJno1wObsZAUH2Lv3sgM4bGuC2POu8SB/s1600/DSCF2313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKerARZ1Go1Ih-g-7qXTaPtpxOiekmKiJTTGoW6HoExbuW5llfw3U9lrJOB7KMursDImyu8PjlhSfJNjB6j_1VOhJlgefEUZfVJOprcJno1wObsZAUH2Lv3sgM4bGuC2POu8SB/s320/DSCF2313.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqbq0hbqjkyVR-lgwibIsDuHQChM3I3vmCPf9ZZVTTA72rptA0N08JOOLj5HS4szOJ-qPKHQO5_8IGTSsZcxdFieNf8JAJFBCsdXkl55fgRW-wrdvarNbfcXZwKz90-KAy1UA/s1600/DSCF2314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqbq0hbqjkyVR-lgwibIsDuHQChM3I3vmCPf9ZZVTTA72rptA0N08JOOLj5HS4szOJ-qPKHQO5_8IGTSsZcxdFieNf8JAJFBCsdXkl55fgRW-wrdvarNbfcXZwKz90-KAy1UA/s320/DSCF2314.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is how my boys entertain themselves when Mommy is working out, making dinner, nursing, checking her email...Basically every chance they get they play in the garage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW07u_s8MggORcDBb_uLgLGZL_Ag27hQ6ASQj-bGVgxTmY4-kC_TqmQ6HZxf27yoqnsPJl9_Qj4VMcFea23Rf3vJ7V6lIPPAfKb4TYZ7U4ECiJWcXWHiaaOaP1IzPN2hxgMHTN/s1600/DSCF2315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW07u_s8MggORcDBb_uLgLGZL_Ag27hQ6ASQj-bGVgxTmY4-kC_TqmQ6HZxf27yoqnsPJl9_Qj4VMcFea23Rf3vJ7V6lIPPAfKb4TYZ7U4ECiJWcXWHiaaOaP1IzPN2hxgMHTN/s320/DSCF2315.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzck2yXvw_Cc7WWmOexIuu4JJ1lBJ1s4YQEErDhmbQ6fjYmXRapcyXaAoMV0knsc0zSRjtLEr_sE1WFIs_ut-R5omnArUC-QARes1ubyFzxjsc2lTCk4hbWfRqxdcoH1rHV_gw/s1600/DSCF2316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzck2yXvw_Cc7WWmOexIuu4JJ1lBJ1s4YQEErDhmbQ6fjYmXRapcyXaAoMV0knsc0zSRjtLEr_sE1WFIs_ut-R5omnArUC-QARes1ubyFzxjsc2lTCk4hbWfRqxdcoH1rHV_gw/s320/DSCF2316.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-39164432665737925932010-10-18T12:11:00.000-07:002013-06-24T16:55:40.601-07:00Now Here's a ShockerThis is our Ward Building. Shocking. Shocking.<br />No one was hurt so it's really not a HUGE deal, but it is very inconvenient, surprising and a little teensy tiny ittie bittie bit scary. We went to a different building yesterday (they were having stake conference, so the building was empty), and will find out what the more "permanent" solution will be later this week --permanent meaning until they rebuild. On the plus side, I know Tyler is looking forward to the new building hopefully having a full size gym.<br /><object height="288" width="470"><param name="movie" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" value="http://www.king5.com/v/?i=105139254" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.king5.com/v/?i=105139254" AllowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" height="288" wmode="transparent" width="470"></embed></object> <br /><br />You will not find our family anywhere near any of the news crews. I'm much too embarrassed to ever be on TV again after those I made silly comments I made about The Bachelor were aired two years ago. :)Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-82215742950937958452010-09-27T17:17:00.000-07:002013-06-24T16:55:40.674-07:00Why My Back is SoreI don't even know how to start this.<br /><br />I locked myself out of the house today.<br />I was about to leave for Mack's Spanish class this morning and I had Mack and Henry with me down in the garage. I had just buckled Henry into to his car seat and told Mack to hurry up and get his shoes on. I was feeling good about everything, we were about five minutes ahead of schedule and I even had lunches packed for everyone to eat on our way home afterward. I went to go back inside to get Wallace up from his nap -- he was still sleeping in his crib -- and the DOOR WAS LOCKED.<br />My mind started going to a million miles a minute. I could not believe it. My phone and my keys were sitting inside in the kitchen next to our lunch. I ran out to the front door. Locked. I checked the back door. Locked. I went to all the windows and took the screens down and tried to pry them open, which I knew was hopeless. I went back to my car and found a clothes pin, took it over to the garage door, started praying and tried to unlock it like in the movies. I had no idea what I was doing. I tried the same thing on the front door. About this time I started thinking about which would be cheaper to break, a window or a door. I decided a door. I knew we had various hammers and saws and what-have-you in the garage, but I couldn't think of how any of these things were going to help me since the door is made of metal and the hinges are on the inside. I couldn't really call anyone, Tyler had some very important meetings scheduled today and besides, what could my parents or anyone else do that I couldn't. I did what any desperate mother would do and started throwing my shoulder into the door police-style. I probably tried this about 10 times until, finally, magically, the door swung open! I couldn't believe it! I ran upstairs, got Wallace and our lunches and headed out the door to Mack's class. What a rush! It's taken me nearly all day to calm down and stop shaking. What an ordeal.<br />Let me tell you, it will NEVER happen again.Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-37089952287873755242010-09-08T09:06:00.000-07:002013-06-24T16:55:40.817-07:00CerealWe don't eat much cold cereal at our house. Breakfast (for Mack and Henry) is typically one of the following:<br /><ul><li>Oatmeal -straight up with nothin' in it!</li><li>Zoom -cracked wheat cereal mixed with applesauce, a little brown sugar and a ton of cinnamon</li><li>Scrambled Eggs -2 per boy with cheese if we've got it</li><li>Waffles -with peanut butter</li><li>Pancakes -with peanut butter</li><li>Leftover Scones -with peanut butter</li><li>English Muffins -the Multigrain kind from Costco also with peanut butter :)</li></ul>Breakfast is always consumed with a big glass of whole milk and the occasional banana on the side. If he's home, Tyler will usually make french toast. Yum. I really didn't think our breakfast menu was very diverse until I just typed out that list. However, it's all carbs and grains, so maybe I'm not doing that great after all. My kids love peanut butter, and we switched to the simple stuff with no sugar, just peanuts. I figure its better for them than jam. Right? At least everyone has a full tummy at the end. Overall, I think we do alright. We <i>try</i> to keep Cheerios or puffed wheat and corn in the pantry for snacks or to take to church in little baggies, sometimes we run out.<br />But my point is we don't usually eat cereal for breakfast. I don't have anything against eating it, I just kinda forget about it mostly. BUT, right now we're staying at my folks and when we are here the boys LOVE to eat cereal! I noticed this morning as I was asking Henry what kind he wanted for breakfast, that we've made up our own cereal language. The list sounded like this, "Do you want Baseballs?…Chocolate?… Pillows?…" Baseballs are Kix. Chocolate is Cherrios. Pillows are Life, or Chex, whichever is available. I'm sure lots of other families do this sort of thing, but I just wanted to write it down (or type it out).<br /><br />By the way, he chose the Baseballs, with no milk and "no fork".Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-12215171293436810552010-09-06T20:12:00.000-07:002013-06-24T16:55:40.889-07:00Harry Potter<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"I'll kill that Dumbledore!"</span><br />-Mack, playing with my brother Kody's old playmobil castle in my parents living-room (we're house sitting again). Maybe he was too young to watch Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince last week? It was PG. I wonder if he was pretending to be Snape or Malfoy?<br />A little later I heard this, in a very sinister voice..<br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"I'm the new Dumbledore, waha ha."</span></span>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-58855318337421601892010-08-30T10:33:00.000-07:002013-06-24T16:55:40.961-07:00Beach Maps<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdIrmx7VCk4_7zjvTvJTRiXoFMr_amy2VpZK1pgmIybOGxikrLZ0_OOWLaVFHxmxtVtkJGZM61BLIrNfxn-bZ4Z6dEf2r1E4yPLFZJ8sQgym_6qHE5CwyZkMdPYcIJM7-nc7-x/s1600/beach+map..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdIrmx7VCk4_7zjvTvJTRiXoFMr_amy2VpZK1pgmIybOGxikrLZ0_OOWLaVFHxmxtVtkJGZM61BLIrNfxn-bZ4Z6dEf2r1E4yPLFZJ8sQgym_6qHE5CwyZkMdPYcIJM7-nc7-x/s400/beach+map..jpg" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__G3Qr_9l6dfEUWw1vfJj5zg9g9Ei8IywwO7tXXCTShPWbdM51sQYJqIqqpy-P6z-1ua7v7hW9HBJ0gGfcFoMYbHdGS9zcCFlSAHugtqfz4uZAW9ghaJ4vF7FUrvABhAgBySI/s1600/beach+map2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__G3Qr_9l6dfEUWw1vfJj5zg9g9Ei8IywwO7tXXCTShPWbdM51sQYJqIqqpy-P6z-1ua7v7hW9HBJ0gGfcFoMYbHdGS9zcCFlSAHugtqfz4uZAW9ghaJ4vF7FUrvABhAgBySI/s400/beach+map2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-88548621385903273652010-08-17T13:29:00.000-07:002013-06-24T16:55:41.033-07:00Once Upon a Time, We Went to the AquaruimApril was our last month with an aquarium membership, so we made sure to fit in one last trip with the entire family. Due to sleep deprivation, I don't remember too much about the visit, but I do remember we ate lunch there and it was yummy! I know we had a good time and I know Henry would kiss a fish on the mouth if he could. He's obsessed with the darn things. Here are some pictures to prove it really happened.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogV1N9hpiLSy-E1D6d8G1DiHhADehDkovOSt4RNC2_R5WEi5Fvo3G6g-HUQDWkjq1y7WL4gyWgHYBg4CRy1xBq80B4C7v0Ek22c6Vbt2JtIYd-AprFbIWlMr7ZcW6PQ8H8Dvm/s1600/DSCF2176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogV1N9hpiLSy-E1D6d8G1DiHhADehDkovOSt4RNC2_R5WEi5Fvo3G6g-HUQDWkjq1y7WL4gyWgHYBg4CRy1xBq80B4C7v0Ek22c6Vbt2JtIYd-AprFbIWlMr7ZcW6PQ8H8Dvm/s200/DSCF2176.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MOM! Hurry up! OKAY?</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMpM4UL1gjxxZe6B3_5OngaYhaxHZ7WB2cEt_FA01FWXCgnTPns8FJSwWbBOwt4rWodZ4Gr2vkH-0_uoNGFt6YIS0duWMDevAlDwYSrdyjQQWZJ7ACIFTyg-x5Fwgy_JWVGK2Z/s1600/DSCF2179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMpM4UL1gjxxZe6B3_5OngaYhaxHZ7WB2cEt_FA01FWXCgnTPns8FJSwWbBOwt4rWodZ4Gr2vkH-0_uoNGFt6YIS0duWMDevAlDwYSrdyjQQWZJ7ACIFTyg-x5Fwgy_JWVGK2Z/s200/DSCF2179.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wallace is starting to fall asleep.</td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlVE22nzo1yI87rIkYdbPKOxKCYucK5J0SRi4h8LEXyPGfj4hP8tbOYX-yzykY51EaH0PNjeXQJDvGNU-l5EXWSo3tX4mlOv93h10aaQppyQeUAgCa540qahXIcWLnph3In709/s1600/DSCF2175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlVE22nzo1yI87rIkYdbPKOxKCYucK5J0SRi4h8LEXyPGfj4hP8tbOYX-yzykY51EaH0PNjeXQJDvGNU-l5EXWSo3tX4mlOv93h10aaQppyQeUAgCa540qahXIcWLnph3In709/s200/DSCF2175.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just be glad you're not in matching outfits.</td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvwWfAaxs524r7gJAExS97LF84XOHhWIrjoc0Vh9Ygl-_txsKibYuwi7rtym_izN_QpbUK7e8F_SOsSO582rN9dOwD5di6o4p8lYYv_o8pss8v7aK9Ti9Y_ExfpY2YLvBscW0/s1600/DSCF2177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvwWfAaxs524r7gJAExS97LF84XOHhWIrjoc0Vh9Ygl-_txsKibYuwi7rtym_izN_QpbUK7e8F_SOsSO582rN9dOwD5di6o4p8lYYv_o8pss8v7aK9Ti9Y_ExfpY2YLvBscW0/s200/DSCF2177.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go ahead, drop the baby. <b>We're taking this picture</b>.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHISHBu5oqGygFeVlsgym8AyXD8lftnVdRhmQ-RY-qn0XjhYSw5gSQdfuPcFETcNNyfyGHmIvaR3xTl6KTrY3tD6S3NqQWCTNq3P_wZM5OZh3IozsxPzb-b5qnZqRuknZUVNgg/s1600/DSCF2178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHISHBu5oqGygFeVlsgym8AyXD8lftnVdRhmQ-RY-qn0XjhYSw5gSQdfuPcFETcNNyfyGHmIvaR3xTl6KTrY3tD6S3NqQWCTNq3P_wZM5OZh3IozsxPzb-b5qnZqRuknZUVNgg/s320/DSCF2178.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mack. Always eager to please! One <i>sorta </i>smiling? I'll take it!</td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdNmmHQSweP_TFTVQ7BNwb8y9egDYJkqgXJDGaFUiv5x9JAYVxE_XcptEIRW2aFrDM6zZYe6OuBr1UZy5k5PU0rpLx8lBzenPk1TfQmU_r7SgcPQkB3IeqXFcVzADK8D6xJbb/s1600/DSCF2181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdNmmHQSweP_TFTVQ7BNwb8y9egDYJkqgXJDGaFUiv5x9JAYVxE_XcptEIRW2aFrDM6zZYe6OuBr1UZy5k5PU0rpLx8lBzenPk1TfQmU_r7SgcPQkB3IeqXFcVzADK8D6xJbb/s320/DSCF2181.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMQ7e-D-ogYnxjSIp9HkCB1DLVaz1nUzY3iW1e0S9UzfHwX1YfiSBuuai8_SWT853DDWr3E7bLdDQs0mokRHKTvWXixWgCyanbzTQ0IK2n0lzvpSumzWjmcQmxCYn-FF-0_VB/s1600/DSCF2165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMQ7e-D-ogYnxjSIp9HkCB1DLVaz1nUzY3iW1e0S9UzfHwX1YfiSBuuai8_SWT853DDWr3E7bLdDQs0mokRHKTvWXixWgCyanbzTQ0IK2n0lzvpSumzWjmcQmxCYn-FF-0_VB/s320/DSCF2165.JPG" /></a>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138060.post-74109674089716529892010-08-17T12:56:00.000-07:002013-06-24T16:55:41.105-07:00Chronicles of NaptimeMack and Henry are <i>supposed </i>to be taking a nap.<br />I just walked in and found them dressing up like a bunny.Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392430406309351573noreply@blogger.com0