tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724101950409394972024-03-12T22:55:26.391-06:00Surviving SisterKatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.comBlogger308125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-17613963828328889852011-05-22T23:02:00.001-06:002011-05-22T23:03:55.189-06:00I'm Starving!!<p><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTE4Ing-wwk?hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTE4Ing-wwk?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><br /><p>Don't you hate when you're starving, and your hands are full...with chicken nuggets?</p>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-47463302644810062732011-05-22T22:34:00.009-06:002011-05-22T23:02:05.638-06:00Ellie SmorgasbordWho needs to blog when you have facebook? Oh yes, I forget there are stories behind pictures and movies. Stories that one day the kids will want to read about...<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>Let's start with Ellie's school play.</div><br /><br /><div>Ellie the Elephant was darling. She was dressed in all gray (found some $6 gray dance pants at Walmart the night before). Too bad the pants seemed to be four sizes too big...Dan kept filming in hopes that we might have an entry for America's Funniest Videos, but alas...her pants stayed on (could you imagine the melt down that would have caused?).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7KadYNXdtho54rlJZgo8NHMhBip4_j5XKBShyphenhyphenj_6PkfumDh4Y9ISBr8a9rpW4LOW3l-QLYrjHFtvogoi8AvD6puqJTcZjgGEe1VrrfDc5mlnVi0OF2BIdLExTnPbI9tuuM07j6yVHBqZ/s1600/IMG_1113.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609766968053732242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7KadYNXdtho54rlJZgo8NHMhBip4_j5XKBShyphenhyphenj_6PkfumDh4Y9ISBr8a9rpW4LOW3l-QLYrjHFtvogoi8AvD6puqJTcZjgGEe1VrrfDc5mlnVi0OF2BIdLExTnPbI9tuuM07j6yVHBqZ/s400/IMG_1113.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPJiNinfSo4hcscQlcUoj421KKQpgf9HG_gfskgY_M5KvigIoim9WHwosA-uLqA6rjyYshJL-LzwPK1yfu0Y_tvr_H-iprTCVQjksodBVPq5VHJfE7viRaOwqUo3hr7twj2AIUNwGEQQ_/s1600/IMG_1114.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609767349663927378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPJiNinfSo4hcscQlcUoj421KKQpgf9HG_gfskgY_M5KvigIoim9WHwosA-uLqA6rjyYshJL-LzwPK1yfu0Y_tvr_H-iprTCVQjksodBVPq5VHJfE7viRaOwqUo3hr7twj2AIUNwGEQQ_/s400/IMG_1114.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Ellie's dance competition:</div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojZu_dx_Joup_Vit2bcKwvjwBirIqudfji1v0-ZN22RqQo78KDhjrHFkgr6JVEJSAcXtPfrDwN8i5decxiP6AOZaq-8vgLTr7xBYnHXDyNcK1kXHwAnIt3fzNsI-Bf1tpZ4dBq6lF1UOg/s1600/IMG_1117.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609767734051591410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojZu_dx_Joup_Vit2bcKwvjwBirIqudfji1v0-ZN22RqQo78KDhjrHFkgr6JVEJSAcXtPfrDwN8i5decxiP6AOZaq-8vgLTr7xBYnHXDyNcK1kXHwAnIt3fzNsI-Bf1tpZ4dBq6lF1UOg/s400/IMG_1117.JPG" /></a><br />Pre-competition prep.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOt2J1enzE5wPFhmQHnDbEe3sGZaiyHDblaqPyOsfi24fQrTMC4_nJnQtjerx7_inkJFtwBlhjsMhBJI9DyV3FyKz6_3Gmg-enLrMbrKdiNgjsXS7heNcu_Fd8B0p4uxXsFgX0_uSzBB1k/s1600/IMG_1120.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609768190783246658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOt2J1enzE5wPFhmQHnDbEe3sGZaiyHDblaqPyOsfi24fQrTMC4_nJnQtjerx7_inkJFtwBlhjsMhBJI9DyV3FyKz6_3Gmg-enLrMbrKdiNgjsXS7heNcu_Fd8B0p4uxXsFgX0_uSzBB1k/s400/IMG_1120.JPG" /></a><br />Ellie's group took 4th out of four (ouch) in their division, and Lucy's group took 1st in their division.</div><br /><br /><div>Kindergarten Graduation (*sniff*):</div><br /><br /><div>Busy day that day, she had graduation that morning with her dance recital that night. Dan recorded her graduation in its entirety (good daddy).</div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHleP3v_9C36cPvjdLkDA5QJzSzPU_67knbUVF8rQ8yFnVJ75h6KRX-bBFlcANsGYkEUtCLG6RWbQv0siQWj-6Dh4C7qhi9cMrANdXFKUNvYCkidoZSP5BkbXU4oPa9nPRqOBrz_cyUzFf/s1600/IMG_1123.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609770472837826290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHleP3v_9C36cPvjdLkDA5QJzSzPU_67knbUVF8rQ8yFnVJ75h6KRX-bBFlcANsGYkEUtCLG6RWbQv0siQWj-6Dh4C7qhi9cMrANdXFKUNvYCkidoZSP5BkbXU4oPa9nPRqOBrz_cyUzFf/s400/IMG_1123.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>Dance Recital:</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vDQuOhiMRYDVfuhBytZcdk3_mWL0_EtcNs3TASm7yzvk3gGh9iKGpclfooJr6HcTvF2i7Q8o_ac1HutjL30bXitgOyS5zrzEjpgrnbmXFtX3UUo1AwAN8SHydlEBW6wFISs3r1cj65k3/s1600/IMG_1137.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609771093748706114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vDQuOhiMRYDVfuhBytZcdk3_mWL0_EtcNs3TASm7yzvk3gGh9iKGpclfooJr6HcTvF2i7Q8o_ac1HutjL30bXitgOyS5zrzEjpgrnbmXFtX3UUo1AwAN8SHydlEBW6wFISs3r1cj65k3/s400/IMG_1137.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>She was cute, and had a lot of fans. :)</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcfV9PI-06JV7bZqEGTnd7Kfk-Cun6sxfgHaZLnyeDURybtm3KjGyLEbZHv7ZWCrH3iaS7mbqD3AvtAtMzCP9nTixwHToNOIrEYc_i4dPb1DgnfOztvPEeb2-UjzUYn7J4mDAbsFoU2mfY/s1600/IMG_1136.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609770902583371986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcfV9PI-06JV7bZqEGTnd7Kfk-Cun6sxfgHaZLnyeDURybtm3KjGyLEbZHv7ZWCrH3iaS7mbqD3AvtAtMzCP9nTixwHToNOIrEYc_i4dPb1DgnfOztvPEeb2-UjzUYn7J4mDAbsFoU2mfY/s400/IMG_1136.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-27705306590174391312011-03-27T00:03:00.008-06:002011-03-27T00:09:17.810-06:00Don't Worry...it's just Salvia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzQtBEtpFFTMw66MT33qdfiZIolnLituLL7vSB8PPuwD8UwCj5xAdenGFr7GWwEH85Mc6CsIEPtMhCdMrcEHqUgsc89h-cnw_Ql-EsVcc5BDjF5HXgfm8teVp32ySyr5WsPtq3-gxDHQi/s1600/IMG_1062.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588636988254604114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzQtBEtpFFTMw66MT33qdfiZIolnLituLL7vSB8PPuwD8UwCj5xAdenGFr7GWwEH85Mc6CsIEPtMhCdMrcEHqUgsc89h-cnw_Ql-EsVcc5BDjF5HXgfm8teVp32ySyr5WsPtq3-gxDHQi/s400/IMG_1062.JPG" /></a>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-70088506640463043242011-03-27T00:00:00.002-06:002011-03-27T00:03:16.467-06:00I LOVE kissing...Ellie's teacher informed me that Ellie's response to the part in <em>Alexander's No Good, Very Bad Day </em>when Alexander is forced to watch kissing on TV, and he HATES kissing. Ellie very proudly replied in front of her class, "Not me, I LOVE kissing." Help!?Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-68699954705758495162011-03-26T23:53:00.003-06:002011-03-27T16:24:45.701-06:00So SweetRhys is definitely following in his sister's foot steps. He loves balls (also his first word after dad and mom), and babies (possibly his second word). The last couple of nights he points to a "baybay", I'll give it to him, and he'll hug and cuddle the baby doll. He'll even put the baby in his crib before he goes to sleep. <br /><div></div><br /><div>The other night when I put him down, he put his cute, little arm around the doll before falling asleep. It was so tender, and cute.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This is what he looked like today as he was watching his sister play outside with her friends.</div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8LIEu-uucpe59m1kDcfktLKTFqw0IAtzORtgXkj2Rd_OwipT9r5TeuVO45peSbm-jDYRFx13V1cDVXToS8dngRtmeNYqBXG3WweJM2vKgg53y7uLrD17bMuEBG0fmHeOAdjFn_Tp3hZf/s1600/IMG_1075.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588635338190476370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8LIEu-uucpe59m1kDcfktLKTFqw0IAtzORtgXkj2Rd_OwipT9r5TeuVO45peSbm-jDYRFx13V1cDVXToS8dngRtmeNYqBXG3WweJM2vKgg53y7uLrD17bMuEBG0fmHeOAdjFn_Tp3hZf/s400/IMG_1075.JPG" /></a> <br /><div></div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-43713684767071198142011-03-26T23:43:00.003-06:002011-03-27T22:32:40.673-06:00Toddler<p><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7vCkRwlQO8?hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7vCkRwlQO8?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><br /><p>Rhys has been so cautious when it comes to walking. He has been standing up in the middle of the floor for the longest time, and anxiously awaits applause. Only recently has he been interested in walking. Still his main mode of transportation is crawling (he's been doing some form of crawling since he was 6 months).</p><br /><p>Walking, just another fun stage. :)</p>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-1848800696270449762011-03-26T23:34:00.005-06:002011-03-26T23:43:05.894-06:00TattoosEllie gave tattoos out for Valentine's Day gifts to her class. We had a lot left over. Doesn't she look like she should have a mug shot? <br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhj1FpWy6N4QSY6sGia8FlffyYyF3RBQDDakJiiP6Tb6x6zK2GvQHAHVAsqNqERfqIvxDloRHLqyqbwrEtKCkq380PDvPBb6Y6bqyIPHeUrz5kk7Bs8xEc0m5_BxCHBNHALpHIcB4lb13r/s1600/IMG_1014.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588629404266327682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhj1FpWy6N4QSY6sGia8FlffyYyF3RBQDDakJiiP6Tb6x6zK2GvQHAHVAsqNqERfqIvxDloRHLqyqbwrEtKCkq380PDvPBb6Y6bqyIPHeUrz5kk7Bs8xEc0m5_BxCHBNHALpHIcB4lb13r/s400/IMG_1014.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Dan did mention the one on her eye did "kind of look cool".</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWKdVW3WxVFeg3oB2SCpsu8wuIEtHYBuHzdK4IKY6ugcgxhV9HAeNEw2GPo4QR3qcWO6LK01n6zx3k2MyoasZESQYc-voCzl4aWiU3rbwi1j0Y29n39VzDbyEPqovPCugK0_yLhW8O2Zc8/s1600/IMG_1015.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588629629919367074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWKdVW3WxVFeg3oB2SCpsu8wuIEtHYBuHzdK4IKY6ugcgxhV9HAeNEw2GPo4QR3qcWO6LK01n6zx3k2MyoasZESQYc-voCzl4aWiU3rbwi1j0Y29n39VzDbyEPqovPCugK0_yLhW8O2Zc8/s400/IMG_1015.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ellie loves to share, she wanted to make sure Rhys had some too. She held him down to make sure she applied them on properly.</div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQaQdtO_3P8IS7pIt-0IHvdgNfdvG-8nN2WFPvVxlUvaqeH6MRk5B-emlMUcyBFzyQuhRmHOo0eCzITGo98s8FbDd4fdcNJj-zgfRfWioEdCP_dwb7aVgE4oj3NxioLQYkjBrp8t3x9CKm/s1600/IMG_1016.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588630179945924690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQaQdtO_3P8IS7pIt-0IHvdgNfdvG-8nN2WFPvVxlUvaqeH6MRk5B-emlMUcyBFzyQuhRmHOo0eCzITGo98s8FbDd4fdcNJj-zgfRfWioEdCP_dwb7aVgE4oj3NxioLQYkjBrp8t3x9CKm/s400/IMG_1016.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I should mention, during the month of February, Ellie's class had a letter writing station during centers. One morning I caught Ellie applying makeup...lots of it before school. Usually, I don't let her go to school all dolled up, but I didn't feel like arguing with her that day. At the end of school, Ellie came to my room...pulled out four letters and said, "It worked."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So, there you have it...she's already using her looks to get what she wants. :P</div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-62657012451846158882011-03-26T23:23:00.007-06:002011-03-27T22:31:47.095-06:00The Second Child Always Gets the Shaft.I just realized I have no birthday photos of Rhys, so here it goes... <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwwoX1ZLHc7l_oXuCkSJiJ6-UgUaceKVAvoy_ktyOLWg8Su41zTvwtPuuTjQttw-166c9C9qhsULPu0QQGxywgsm-0jp9dnt1Pkz2_t0VG75Gkl4zpG-A_5e3iAX2S2QFnNo205D_6TUmy/s1600/IMG_1004.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588626561467141890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwwoX1ZLHc7l_oXuCkSJiJ6-UgUaceKVAvoy_ktyOLWg8Su41zTvwtPuuTjQttw-166c9C9qhsULPu0QQGxywgsm-0jp9dnt1Pkz2_t0VG75Gkl4zpG-A_5e3iAX2S2QFnNo205D_6TUmy/s400/IMG_1004.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div>Rhys was actually sick on his date of birth, so we partied a week later. So, his delayed birthday party actually took place on Aaron's birthday. </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOfS12faWOPw14RumEqmHGnHcxrjG7r1MDPKADp8Bg7_yygJM_YtKWgJ6_unJQy8MXP8UQKXsK6PQ8ocDm2234WEYbvYnTCwhibtth3n0PJok6yFGi3BoDL-uzEORcBauO8jMr82pl3l2/s1600/IMG_1007.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588627041734261458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOfS12faWOPw14RumEqmHGnHcxrjG7r1MDPKADp8Bg7_yygJM_YtKWgJ6_unJQy8MXP8UQKXsK6PQ8ocDm2234WEYbvYnTCwhibtth3n0PJok6yFGi3BoDL-uzEORcBauO8jMr82pl3l2/s400/IMG_1007.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcR4BAJGF84vVEu46h5Embi3iT6Df3cu1kkxkFj7PRqESsxJ2ewTOGi_FWWDkmLYNu2d6r6XWxMaxGHZtV-PiioUM82MawI-s2SeVObcib3pGMI5n1rFxWXHzk7umJCWmU8x__wA-U8PCn/s1600/IMG_1005.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588627487876882642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcR4BAJGF84vVEu46h5Embi3iT6Df3cu1kkxkFj7PRqESsxJ2ewTOGi_FWWDkmLYNu2d6r6XWxMaxGHZtV-PiioUM82MawI-s2SeVObcib3pGMI5n1rFxWXHzk7umJCWmU8x__wA-U8PCn/s400/IMG_1005.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div>Can't you see the excitement in his face?</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ6Mg5j7Ea0AVG7LNglkzv1s9YO7Ozmc2GQp8VRYdI8JZNgIYcckit5_hsZ6eBXaRqLu3i7h_DG09ld1Z0D8kutynGtwHuyuFIeXDK8XWHEQ-ortvAjFzu4FKJwkqxfrL506Yr-TLMRUXV/s1600/IMG_1010.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588627902593337186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ6Mg5j7Ea0AVG7LNglkzv1s9YO7Ozmc2GQp8VRYdI8JZNgIYcckit5_hsZ6eBXaRqLu3i7h_DG09ld1Z0D8kutynGtwHuyuFIeXDK8XWHEQ-ortvAjFzu4FKJwkqxfrL506Yr-TLMRUXV/s400/IMG_1010.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div>Cute, little Rhys...always one to share.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ze50o6AaetTMshBCyubzvR7UIgjT6oJY1aSPTay81uiSY8nMMQ45vFAeD_vPi41MXZMvuLvqk9C_TMQaej-whQMgklMxRq0mC5sTPea_gF02qbNKo1ZiODiRC9CHbB_0Gyaax2Kwlvpp/s1600/IMG_0406.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588628414681243874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ze50o6AaetTMshBCyubzvR7UIgjT6oJY1aSPTay81uiSY8nMMQ45vFAeD_vPi41MXZMvuLvqk9C_TMQaej-whQMgklMxRq0mC5sTPea_gF02qbNKo1ZiODiRC9CHbB_0Gyaax2Kwlvpp/s400/IMG_0406.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div>What a difference a year makes. I love that little boy. :)</div></div></div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-15232857876144051412011-02-22T16:50:00.001-07:002011-02-22T16:54:28.376-07:00Not impressed.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDKORlRkzFkfQeHZwCTCm6DET7JqspqXhM1D4eY-GOTyI1XwO-6i28uxCkDLLFLuXfL2pRt4hw0vPkcfcxO8ZhwuZLWJ0EYXPiCXRpzyhzcfwdfOXuUDDpsOc3515F-AnT7E1lU8WwaeTw/s1600/IMG_1032.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576666084615160482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDKORlRkzFkfQeHZwCTCm6DET7JqspqXhM1D4eY-GOTyI1XwO-6i28uxCkDLLFLuXfL2pRt4hw0vPkcfcxO8ZhwuZLWJ0EYXPiCXRpzyhzcfwdfOXuUDDpsOc3515F-AnT7E1lU8WwaeTw/s400/IMG_1032.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-29656968551487992342011-01-22T19:16:00.003-07:002011-01-22T19:17:55.683-07:00Snowflakes and AnatomyI kid you not, one of my students made this gem the day we decorated our room in snowflakes.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1nL5qNBUbvGREs3IwZek8Iv2fwCedVHZkDfoHqNkGRW_OTj1pzTGqiP9XRKNXMG8kQoZz1KlF7HqfVJQCMHkjaZJZdWc1gHqknSgO_JQ8yGIyjs1J_05NzgHjct21kl5eqK-dKvMUJDl/s1600/IMG_1003.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565199791901448146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1nL5qNBUbvGREs3IwZek8Iv2fwCedVHZkDfoHqNkGRW_OTj1pzTGqiP9XRKNXMG8kQoZz1KlF7HqfVJQCMHkjaZJZdWc1gHqknSgO_JQ8yGIyjs1J_05NzgHjct21kl5eqK-dKvMUJDl/s400/IMG_1003.JPG" /></a>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-11216820515854494682011-01-20T21:59:00.002-07:002011-01-20T22:03:59.248-07:00B.S.Ellie has been driving me crazy lately with her lack of responsibility. One thing that is totally driving me batty is that she constantly misplaces her library book. Library day is on Thursday, and on Wednesdays we are looking high and low for that book! Last night was no different, only I didn't find it.<br /><br />Well, Ellie popped into my room after school, and as she was emptying her backpack she was telling me about what they had done in class. When suddenly she stopped and said, "Oh B.S., the reason why we couldn't find my library book was because I left it at school."<br /><br />Now if you didn't catch it, B.S. = P.S. :)Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-49410664099632688632011-01-01T14:44:00.010-07:002011-01-01T15:05:24.164-07:00ChristmasThis might have been the first year that I felt the pressure was on for Christmas presents. Ellie asked for a baby doll (of course), and a jump rope. Where to find a jump rope...Luckily Santa found one for her, however, he stored it under the couch, and she found it a day before Christmas. Way to go Santa!!<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0X1DtcWUMg6mvURlBwX_aGrZFT8Dq-cgynisQkt1C4mlV0YRhIVJDKanC4fva8o_gH_W0L1uKR9xOb-F0LTN9ovTAP3gzVSKnb62KwhrmTIhJN_k4fjWMIwYc4QyNruh67QPq2UHIWhnB/s1600/IMG_0987.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557338141393710162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0X1DtcWUMg6mvURlBwX_aGrZFT8Dq-cgynisQkt1C4mlV0YRhIVJDKanC4fva8o_gH_W0L1uKR9xOb-F0LTN9ovTAP3gzVSKnb62KwhrmTIhJN_k4fjWMIwYc4QyNruh67QPq2UHIWhnB/s400/IMG_0987.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div>Rhys got a race track with cars from Santa, and other loud and obnoxious toys for Christmas. Thanks again, Santa!!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHprtu7_LKf4dvt2elFFpkvOW0Yo8Gq408uAUebiNBIUWxs_YSwpUrKBh9kJv4fJrIN5Bx93dbH0gVIZPvNi6768I38wWShLhmIDD5q83IQHztmlS48FLgNeS3qkiVQYcl23ZGm3s2tV7e/s1600/IMG_0995.JPG"></a> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKcsY9T4xNVlW4XDbraCuIog7mXpMJ75jhaR2E-I8_BovXTjRhf_qAfsSQ6qPuXnvByHLGP3EXwDmlHjtkSlcfBEHTZxNcIaAnhcPJ2qDUujJgGdcr_RSn33MG2cxUhFH6lnctH7ySp_O/s1600/IMG_0986.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557338413943696594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKcsY9T4xNVlW4XDbraCuIog7mXpMJ75jhaR2E-I8_BovXTjRhf_qAfsSQ6qPuXnvByHLGP3EXwDmlHjtkSlcfBEHTZxNcIaAnhcPJ2qDUujJgGdcr_RSn33MG2cxUhFH6lnctH7ySp_O/s400/IMG_0986.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div>Uncle Aaron also got Rhys this cute hoodie...too bad Dad likes the Yankees. :)<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLMSIXAzYqB1bMt63n88ZeajTYjMjwUfFgD9quy09B77X9P3jZD5eOUSOnFRSdKz5sfurTChFFXBkbqC7GpnEIZB1azpKuXTEWbJglN9R-nOFRZ5Q31t5YXSM0t968HW_QZPbY5YNoBEO/s1600/IMG_0992.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557338954301547938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLMSIXAzYqB1bMt63n88ZeajTYjMjwUfFgD9quy09B77X9P3jZD5eOUSOnFRSdKz5sfurTChFFXBkbqC7GpnEIZB1azpKuXTEWbJglN9R-nOFRZ5Q31t5YXSM0t968HW_QZPbY5YNoBEO/s400/IMG_0992.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div>And if I could seriously pinpoint my favorite thing about the crawling stage, it would be this. I LOVE when he kneels. What is wrong with me? I think it is so cute!! </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHprtu7_LKf4dvt2elFFpkvOW0Yo8Gq408uAUebiNBIUWxs_YSwpUrKBh9kJv4fJrIN5Bx93dbH0gVIZPvNi6768I38wWShLhmIDD5q83IQHztmlS48FLgNeS3qkiVQYcl23ZGm3s2tV7e/s1600/IMG_0995.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557339855784025762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHprtu7_LKf4dvt2elFFpkvOW0Yo8Gq408uAUebiNBIUWxs_YSwpUrKBh9kJv4fJrIN5Bx93dbH0gVIZPvNi6768I38wWShLhmIDD5q83IQHztmlS48FLgNeS3qkiVQYcl23ZGm3s2tV7e/s400/IMG_0995.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCOdiCy2Jpw5bmyn5t8tbpvPBnY5cpnHdqMd-kzRgeqm1C6XOVFiLdZ4JM6VBDUmojIFfFNGxOEbkMUlJVmmxjH_StnqjMUPCjabkm6vFO_o4PwVgmNrjqedj7t1hAv6KSJcFcSVnnAP5z/s1600/IMG_0994.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557339169202116258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCOdiCy2Jpw5bmyn5t8tbpvPBnY5cpnHdqMd-kzRgeqm1C6XOVFiLdZ4JM6VBDUmojIFfFNGxOEbkMUlJVmmxjH_StnqjMUPCjabkm6vFO_o4PwVgmNrjqedj7t1hAv6KSJcFcSVnnAP5z/s400/IMG_0994.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHluHxsccrvIfihmdsDFmFOLC3ObFs7Vfgs9oME1NldqLET_44FsAuzQBrepVCcJeG22X8aPiFpf4TdSrRLc8fqnRPUtm7fqvvfGrwRlKgdaMQxsbSGSm5Qsj5RJEM8zfPXffJMkaRX6k/s1600/IMG_0993.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557339716953378306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHluHxsccrvIfihmdsDFmFOLC3ObFs7Vfgs9oME1NldqLET_44FsAuzQBrepVCcJeG22X8aPiFpf4TdSrRLc8fqnRPUtm7fqvvfGrwRlKgdaMQxsbSGSm5Qsj5RJEM8zfPXffJMkaRX6k/s400/IMG_0993.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Dan mentioned, and I'm not agreeing, but he said Rhys reminds him of someone who is high when he is laughing. I'm not using this as evidence necessarily, but I see where he might feel that way. :)</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2xvJgUfFNdILjcXcw_kVnF8kY2th4dEX7cDQok3sSEVc5MMYnuxU4ivDRY_Cp18-c9sYExMZQDzUtRxJWtWJH9cqxiwJQC7ZhWTC511yA0ShjC_CN4vQ5AhTM9SGddUd4UeLQXzoy9fF/s1600/IMG_0998.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557340093022383218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2xvJgUfFNdILjcXcw_kVnF8kY2th4dEX7cDQok3sSEVc5MMYnuxU4ivDRY_Cp18-c9sYExMZQDzUtRxJWtWJH9cqxiwJQC7ZhWTC511yA0ShjC_CN4vQ5AhTM9SGddUd4UeLQXzoy9fF/s400/IMG_0998.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>I just love those kiddos!!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpcFzRbodP7fdEdQ8aIYnoKAFGJxCsAVy1VOwEMVTu2jQHvvGHlKivPSTBNAJrziujLn0BGi1hvWL_aH9clhD9ghQRnuxau_wRGBe3aEvS_WMtObi-g6zpjrsYXjkzhm3J2YGomPuj3tp5/s1600/IMG_0997.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557339983935464722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpcFzRbodP7fdEdQ8aIYnoKAFGJxCsAVy1VOwEMVTu2jQHvvGHlKivPSTBNAJrziujLn0BGi1hvWL_aH9clhD9ghQRnuxau_wRGBe3aEvS_WMtObi-g6zpjrsYXjkzhm3J2YGomPuj3tp5/s400/IMG_0997.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>I feel that my family was extremely blessed during 2010...all in all, it was a good year for us. Here's hoping for a wonderful 2011!!</div></div></div></div></div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-86101522239742905092010-12-24T12:42:00.003-07:002010-12-24T14:50:33.890-07:00Gender ConfusionWhat is one to do when Dad is still out shopping when Mom and sister return to the house, WITHOUT a house key? Why, you go to Grandma's where she happens to have a spare set of jammies. Then you TRY not to cry as everyone laughs.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrYwbiiuerjBEZdUwJhGzkAYncpQrZNnMUXjwyMgZq_OktUomGnpG6X_AP1MQtWc_kcaQKAqxIh59IhCwJ7k1qW2IELE-eg_f73TrH1HK8njiAmumuF1t4QFfdB9kT6EMXoz6wH3VC9er7/s1600/IMG_0980.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554337459151298162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrYwbiiuerjBEZdUwJhGzkAYncpQrZNnMUXjwyMgZq_OktUomGnpG6X_AP1MQtWc_kcaQKAqxIh59IhCwJ7k1qW2IELE-eg_f73TrH1HK8njiAmumuF1t4QFfdB9kT6EMXoz6wH3VC9er7/s400/IMG_0980.JPG" /></a>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-41238894554195911002010-12-24T12:17:00.005-07:002010-12-24T12:42:03.371-07:00Suzy Snowflake?I think you mean Bertha Blizzard. :)<br /><br /><div><div>Ellie had her dance recital Monday night. She did great, and she looked super cute (toddlers and tiaras cute!).</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikrlsRY7B2pn_Sg5lRYYaE7ds7QxVUSMhpTYDsv9OG1YgQOOoHE2mATb797csTZ-Zvyj-NxejvpjNoVJq0hd3aeQq99ugAotkPO3TkbzF9Q6vTxGF1BfHMcbGZajags6kdXd3y14PtHBjT/s1600/IMG_0966.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554331002446331890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikrlsRY7B2pn_Sg5lRYYaE7ds7QxVUSMhpTYDsv9OG1YgQOOoHE2mATb797csTZ-Zvyj-NxejvpjNoVJq0hd3aeQq99ugAotkPO3TkbzF9Q6vTxGF1BfHMcbGZajags6kdXd3y14PtHBjT/s400/IMG_0966.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div>Rhys also looked quite dapper in his jammies...</div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrQMMBnh1ZAfkKPAXdjT1l_HgW7-ep8YTdLiOLR1m3wwQgRWZMOLZhygGCVDQo8VnK7iceh0t2zIxsh9qy3jwhquVinOSH_ojwDhFWCcOof8Nf-RWc7CXmlf1eofMlNxeebtGFJwBKZyW/s1600/IMG_0964.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554331341036888498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrQMMBnh1ZAfkKPAXdjT1l_HgW7-ep8YTdLiOLR1m3wwQgRWZMOLZhygGCVDQo8VnK7iceh0t2zIxsh9qy3jwhquVinOSH_ojwDhFWCcOof8Nf-RWc7CXmlf1eofMlNxeebtGFJwBKZyW/s400/IMG_0964.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>He was loving the recital for about the first ten minutes, he was dancing with the music and singing. Apparently it got old pretty fast, but he was still such a good baby.</div><div> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxamBNqSPuvUU-824cM15QuTaepbYoFdk4r_vkbL2JHpb5Jn_I5SX0ZlGpjZO7hyLVeSzQScSKkdFye6ycooDbHC9Zf-NcDC1rb4IeoB2UEsRHfA_AEWzYMce1K7h_yQh6wSA8MNkR-Y_/s1600/IMG_0967.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554331846381904578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxamBNqSPuvUU-824cM15QuTaepbYoFdk4r_vkbL2JHpb5Jn_I5SX0ZlGpjZO7hyLVeSzQScSKkdFye6ycooDbHC9Zf-NcDC1rb4IeoB2UEsRHfA_AEWzYMce1K7h_yQh6wSA8MNkR-Y_/s400/IMG_0967.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Ellie danced her little heart out, and I don't care if you think I am biased...she's the best little dancer EVER!! Here she is dancing to Suzy Snowflake.</div><div> <br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9gsRS8lw5Gg?hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9gsRS8lw5Gg?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Ellie's amazing dancing resulted in a SNOW DAY on Tuesday...it has been 40 years since our school district has had a snow day. Ellie cried. She wanted to go to Merlene's just like every other day. It was also Elf day for her class, so she was sad to miss it. I admit I feel a little guilty for cheering while she was crying, but I think she has since forgiven me. :)</div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-41539588399162861462010-12-08T19:21:00.002-07:002010-12-08T19:24:01.450-07:00I'm slightly interested in Santa,and that great beard, but doesn't that lady with the multi-colored duster know I have a fear of cleaning?<br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1205.snc4/155708_10150100183412456_521287455_7346017_1632000_n.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 499px; HEIGHT: 720px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1205.snc4/155708_10150100183412456_521287455_7346017_1632000_n.jpg" /></a><a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1733779&id=521287455"></a></div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-11618226376871919872010-11-07T22:44:00.002-07:002010-11-07T22:47:22.339-07:00Love those kids...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1ANowy8uCya_IG5UaoHDwd9-LoSIn7LjBfCNXAV4w_59jmdQ7q_Hwk9_9qmWIMZMn2KeieCWlrKOLG5JSDR5nykUhc_1qx26eQ5wwdrtxYCzzM17xhyuVBvJjYPybnf0w8A3VyxFsZ45/s1600/IMG_0930.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537051123684817970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1ANowy8uCya_IG5UaoHDwd9-LoSIn7LjBfCNXAV4w_59jmdQ7q_Hwk9_9qmWIMZMn2KeieCWlrKOLG5JSDR5nykUhc_1qx26eQ5wwdrtxYCzzM17xhyuVBvJjYPybnf0w8A3VyxFsZ45/s400/IMG_0930.JPG" /></a><br />Rhys has become awfully cuddly lately, which means, Ellie has too.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-7411919107713117712010-11-07T22:37:00.003-07:002010-11-07T22:42:26.858-07:00Let's Get Physical<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_VDR5dpDQ1zcjMg0boynem2fiCQoo5u_nn4KACQu_5wiIMsb9IW3oZmV23vW6HB2739FTdNLdUODndhHqWmBo3pZ9sBlV-wfCoiI7dA_JfosswI9yM_WlgMmn85S3div4qzXuPRebFbvX/s1600/IMG_0929.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537049417702256082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_VDR5dpDQ1zcjMg0boynem2fiCQoo5u_nn4KACQu_5wiIMsb9IW3oZmV23vW6HB2739FTdNLdUODndhHqWmBo3pZ9sBlV-wfCoiI7dA_JfosswI9yM_WlgMmn85S3div4qzXuPRebFbvX/s320/IMG_0929.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>This is what happens when Uncle Benny babysits. Rhys is wearing a headband, and his shirt is stuffed with two mandarin oranges.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFmhrd6U58LeflhXoQkCNogAFmzJYBIZn4KUoDs6_YgkA_Hn_3poNa4sbAkdZqpS4urpX2Ly7cERHvwyifhFGowyPk3_69qQBaqepKFjNMkJ5O3JeQKy5euDoOZ9UmfRN485Ae393dQ-V/s1600/IMG_0928.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537049870264661378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFmhrd6U58LeflhXoQkCNogAFmzJYBIZn4KUoDs6_YgkA_Hn_3poNa4sbAkdZqpS4urpX2Ly7cERHvwyifhFGowyPk3_69qQBaqepKFjNMkJ5O3JeQKy5euDoOZ9UmfRN485Ae393dQ-V/s320/IMG_0928.JPG" /></a></div><div><br />That's enough incriminating evidence...we don't need these pictures to hit the tabloids!</div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-91743275675698711442010-10-15T21:33:00.004-06:002010-10-15T21:50:39.876-06:00My Kids are the Cutest (at least in picture form)...If you aren't convinced, check out these photos!! Chellese of <a href="http://www.cbcgphotography.blogspot.com/">CBCG photography</a> captured these for me, and I LOVE them!! I continually go back and admire them, especially when they are crying or throwing fits...ugh.<br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs442.ash2/71518_480374052455_521287455_6833381_5563096_n.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 720px; HEIGHT: 478px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs442.ash2/71518_480374052455_521287455_6833381_5563096_n.jpg" /></a><br />I love Ellie's scrunched nose in this picture...<br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs807.snc4/68718_480375012455_521287455_6833396_4617399_n.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 720px; HEIGHT: 479px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs807.snc4/68718_480375012455_521287455_6833396_4617399_n.jpg" /></a><br />Gotta have the Halloween shots (Halloween is my FAVORITE holiday)!<br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs829.snc4/68994_480374622455_521287455_6833392_4773040_n.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 720px; HEIGHT: 478px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs829.snc4/68994_480374622455_521287455_6833392_4773040_n.jpg" /></a><br />This is SO Rhys!! I love this picture, and it makes me laugh every time I see it.<br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs004.ash2/33564_480375267455_521287455_6833398_8049232_n.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 720px; HEIGHT: 478px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs004.ash2/33564_480375267455_521287455_6833398_8049232_n.jpg" /></a><br />I like this picture, but at the same time it makes me sad...she looks so grown up!<br /><br />These are only a few of the fun pictures Chellese edited and gave to me on a disk. She is seriously awesome, and I would suggest her to anyone. :)<br /><br />Oh, and have no fear, blogger is cutting off the sides of the pictures, but I'm too lazy to change it.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-51458375354246556042010-10-15T21:30:00.004-06:002010-10-15T21:33:14.083-06:00Good Little Students<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtb1o2Pfm5vcGMDaoOL3iJYucX7zVt6mjKNFbNcuQAMNOu_eV_Fn8Gp9tbk9AfmrIoxn7dX0mQrqpJ3Uw0k1dGd4Odi5SyoffzBHCMlWSNmg1oMzXsM3QlfKumN9Q-thfnDyn-MTUc9nh/s1600/IMG_0888.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528481707865253074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtb1o2Pfm5vcGMDaoOL3iJYucX7zVt6mjKNFbNcuQAMNOu_eV_Fn8Gp9tbk9AfmrIoxn7dX0mQrqpJ3Uw0k1dGd4Odi5SyoffzBHCMlWSNmg1oMzXsM3QlfKumN9Q-thfnDyn-MTUc9nh/s320/IMG_0888.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br />I smile because they are so dedicated to their school work, and I laugh because I'm glad it isn't me!!<br /><div></div></div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-39500784198834939372010-10-08T19:35:00.003-06:002010-10-08T19:40:42.544-06:00Fall MangoEllie loves kindergarten, especially show and tell. For kindergarten show and tell, you bring an object that starts with the letter of the week. This week it was the letter 'F'. Ellie decided to bring a Frankenstein decoration we have. We came up with the clues together.<br /><br />1. He is shaped like a human.<br />2. His favorite holiday is Halloween.<br />3. He's scary.<br /><br />After school, I asked Ellie how show and tell went, here's how it went:<br /><br />Ellie: Well, one kid guessed what my show and tell was...<br /><br />Me: What did everyone else bring for show and tell?<br /><br />Ellie: Well, two people brought the same thing today.<br /><br />Me: What was it?<br /><br />Ellie: A fall mango.<br /><br />Me: A fall mango? (at this point, I was thinking...fall mango? I love mangos and I've never had one of those)<br /><br />Ellie: You know, a fall mango...they're pink?<br /><br />Me: Pink? (I've never seen a pink mango) Oh, wait...you mean flamingo?<br /><br />Ellie: Yeah, that.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-18667695096755065562010-10-05T23:55:00.004-06:002010-10-06T08:50:44.243-06:00FemurgencyWell, you've got to document the good things with the bad, right?<br /><br />A little over two weeks ago, I dropped Rhys off at the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">babysitter's</span>. I nursed him and then put him down for his nap. I can remember that he was super tired, and fell asleep pretty quick.<br /><br />When I returned to pick him up (3 1/2 hours later), he was red in the face and screaming. The sitter was trying to shove a banana in his mouth (because if you've seen him recently, you'd notice food is his kind of thing). Normally when he sees me, he'll smile and reach for me...not that day.<br /><br />I got him home, and it seemed like I couldn't do anything to calm him down. He wouldn't nurse and wasn't interested in anything really. I put him on the floor, only to have him scream. He wouldn't scoot around like he normally does. He would cry out in pain, and his little lips would quiver.<br /><br />I knew something was wrong, but I called my mom to come over to check him out. Upon seeing his reactions, she said she thought something was wrong too. I called the sitter, and asked if anything happened while he was at her house. She said no, and claimed he had just been fussy all day.<br /><br />I made an appointment with the doctor. We couldn't get him in until 8 pm. I bathed him, and put him down to sleep. He was exhausted and his little eyes were puffy and red. I ended up waking him up to go to his doctor's appointment. The doctor had Dan gradually move up his leg from the ankle to see if he could get a reaction from Rhys. Sure enough, Dan got just above his knee when Rhys screamed in pain, and his poor lips started quivering again.<br /><br />We were sent to get some x-rays, and it was confirmed...Rhys had a broken femur. I immediately started crying, and asked the doctor how a baby could break a femur. He explained that it was not a "malicious break", but a break that would have happened if someone fell or jumped on him, or if something very heavy had fallen on him.<br /><br />You see, femurs are very hard to break, even harder to break for babies. He said it was a bad break, but not a bad break. From what he could see in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">xrays</span>, the break had just missed his growth plates.<br /><br />The doctor said he didn't need a cast, because he wasn't walking. He said to be extra careful with him, and that Rhys would not use that leg if it hurt. He also said it would take 4-6 weeks to fully heal.<br /><br />I immediately called the sitter, told her what happened, and she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">texted</span> me back...that was annoying. She once again claimed that he was just fussy that day for her, and not crawling around like he normally would.<br /><br />She <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">texted</span> me (if you can't tell yet, I'm totally unimpressed with text messaging :P ), and asked how he was doing the next day. I told her he was still in pain, and that I was taking the rest of the week off, and that he would not be coming back to her for at least a month. THEN, she called and asked all sorts of questions. I asked her again if she knew what or when it happened. She denied anything happened in her care.<br /><br />Thursday I received a text from her stating that she would no longer be able to watch my baby. Apparently her three year old was struggling with her watching so many kids (three babies total). I cried, AGAIN. It was SO hard finding someone to watch a baby in the first place, and although I didn't want to take him to her, I didn't think I had any other choice. She had his playpen and some of his belongings still at her house, and she said she would bring them by. I had some papers for her to sign and she also owed me some money (I prepaid at the beginning of the month). I told her I would stop by her house, and get everything.<br /><br />Well, Rhys woke up early Friday morning, and we were downstairs as Dan was leaving for work (6:30 am). He opened the door and ALL of our stuff was on the doorstep. I was LIVID!! I had been so diplomatic in all of this mess, and I felt that the least she could do was drop off his stuff while I was home or better yet, awake!!<br /><br />It also didn't help that due to small town gossip, word got back to me that not only did she know when it happened, but she knew how it happened, and she let my baby suffer to cover her butt. All this time, I had felt bad for her. I would have felt awful if a child had been injured at my house on my watch, and it wasn't until Friday that I actually started feeling sorry for my baby. It turns out that her 3 year old was jumping on the furniture, and jumped on Rhys' leg and broke it.<br /><br />She came by my house Friday evening, and I gave her one last chance to be honest. She flat out lied to me again. I called her on it. I told her that our town is a small town, and that if she was going to lie to me, she needed to lie to everyone. I also told her that she'd be getting Rhys' bills, and that she better pay them. Honestly did she think it wouldn't get back to me, I'm the only mom in my town to have a 7 1/2 month old with a broken femur!!?<br /><br />Personality wise, I am an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">avoider</span>, and let me tell you...that confrontation was SO not me. However, I realized I needed to be an advocate for my child. How long did he have to suffer so that she could try to put the blame on me? He is a baby, and sadly what happened would have never gotten back to me if it wasn't for a friend of mine who heard what had happened from the sitter's neighbor. It has seriously made me sick to even think about.<br /><br />Rhys is doing much better. He is finally starting to move his right leg again, and he really never let it slow him down. We have also found a new babysitter, and can I just tell you it is so refreshing to find a happy baby in her arms. He is the only child in her care, and Rhys is just eating up...<br /><br />Moral of the Story: When telling a lie: 1) Remember who you've told 2)When a lie involves a broken bone of a baby...it is just best to stick to the same story. 3) Lying makes you look like a heartless ass instead of a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">dumbass</span>.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-87622737121635962542010-09-06T21:44:00.002-06:002010-09-06T21:47:50.530-06:00Hooray!! Boo!!Hooray for tight-fitting pajamas that show off big guts and diaper butts (especially in matching themes)!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL1uujHSuyS23AiLpUGXhLr82KGNHq4QiD_FQAFRVFef0t7o9of5Me4RK9CmBRhucSohXBey0WM1tbm_sixS7Rl3XdXI6CfllLdN1O55xF-RSzybYNe3HgBfCQzy3zZLwy0J9UC6ozPWQK/s1600/IMG_0885.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514012820609514162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL1uujHSuyS23AiLpUGXhLr82KGNHq4QiD_FQAFRVFef0t7o9of5Me4RK9CmBRhucSohXBey0WM1tbm_sixS7Rl3XdXI6CfllLdN1O55xF-RSzybYNe3HgBfCQzy3zZLwy0J9UC6ozPWQK/s320/IMG_0885.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Boo to OshKosh closing at Draper Pointe!! Now I have to go to Park City for my OshKosh deals!!Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-24743832989753639012010-09-06T21:39:00.002-06:002010-09-06T21:43:45.277-06:00Special DeliveryEllie has been playing hospital. She is a doctor and recenlty delivered a whopping 19 lber...I feel sorry for that mom.<br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5gVb5-aE_tELyGUSsJyTCSt4jms04ghlz4eJ5sgprlreW8VtRu3MDDJuoRVSOOCcojpYzTwwI2GkN5fg7Jf1uPTTiUFecFMuwsFGHeQC5DoS-XpLaD7St6xVo6_965b7VsvvVgDYxuLkI/s1600/IMG_0880.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514011798113545074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5gVb5-aE_tELyGUSsJyTCSt4jms04ghlz4eJ5sgprlreW8VtRu3MDDJuoRVSOOCcojpYzTwwI2GkN5fg7Jf1uPTTiUFecFMuwsFGHeQC5DoS-XpLaD7St6xVo6_965b7VsvvVgDYxuLkI/s320/IMG_0880.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div>Isn't that the most alert newborn you've ever seen? I'm sensing he comes from a musically inclined family...he's already rocking the tamborine.</div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-38774029848475823922010-09-06T21:26:00.005-06:002010-09-06T21:39:20.276-06:00First Day of Kindergarten*sniff*<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>Yep, she REALLY is that big!!</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibNGaN3PU2nBxQfXwbV_Ug4fz9qkccblnLsuhO4053pfkr6S-A0v8VLhTIrb3a5HZgmXrk6uDR_EieQFr9XetotIlpdVXfFwlUegXREyWY2o_qTwj6vSZHwt0rTgK4X5KsKOhuhCKiYf3v/s1600/IMG_0873.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514008104055980930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibNGaN3PU2nBxQfXwbV_Ug4fz9qkccblnLsuhO4053pfkr6S-A0v8VLhTIrb3a5HZgmXrk6uDR_EieQFr9XetotIlpdVXfFwlUegXREyWY2o_qTwj6vSZHwt0rTgK4X5KsKOhuhCKiYf3v/s320/IMG_0873.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div>Ellie started kindergarten last week. I decided to have her come to school with me, which sadly means that, yes, I am back at work too. :( Ellie loves school!! During her kindergarten assessment, her teacher asked her to count as high as she could, and Ellie kept going and going...finally her teacher stopped her once she got to 100. Miss Harris can thank Grandpa for her mad math skills.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb112WfYCc8LKvb5fpiUafPkT3pasaXaFpHlFCgv82iADf0Wlhvxmt0Q2fWB7WOti9AUHfC3vFwtYH64JsVoenN0b23dv5gGPPoJHNie835OU5AkmmtwmjfCgIUhqPZO7ueqmcN5rhntoe/s1600/IMG_0876.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514008350252656754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb112WfYCc8LKvb5fpiUafPkT3pasaXaFpHlFCgv82iADf0Wlhvxmt0Q2fWB7WOti9AUHfC3vFwtYH64JsVoenN0b23dv5gGPPoJHNie835OU5AkmmtwmjfCgIUhqPZO7ueqmcN5rhntoe/s320/IMG_0876.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div>Rhysky had a rough day at the babysitter's without his big sister. Apparently Ellie rushes to him when he makes any kind of sound. He loves that big sister of his. He was so happy to see us when we picked him up that day.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtCfF_CXMOPqgjfwx-PSsukHhMG8sV3oIoz5ZpuUXrRyuXGB7k4lHRSPEh3t1OYEXDaf22ZnKXOaj17Kc7XFxuaGzDcxXChFSkdf9GRBoruacHsG6XA4CZGTIcMNjqWslN_7c0Y7pKkAy/s1600/IMG_0879.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514009980345832034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtCfF_CXMOPqgjfwx-PSsukHhMG8sV3oIoz5ZpuUXrRyuXGB7k4lHRSPEh3t1OYEXDaf22ZnKXOaj17Kc7XFxuaGzDcxXChFSkdf9GRBoruacHsG6XA4CZGTIcMNjqWslN_7c0Y7pKkAy/s320/IMG_0879.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div>Ellie just outside her classroom. Notice, she isn't in her brand, new school clothes. As a teacher, it cracks me up to see kids show up to school on the first day wearing their long sleeve shirts, jeans, and tennis shoes in 85-90 degree weather. I've done my fair share of school clothes shopping, and I honestly can't wait to get her skinny jeans and ballet flats out...maybe a couple more weeks...</div><div> </div><div>Ellie has been going by Elisabeth for the past week. It has been stressing her out, because she doesn't know how to spell Elisabeth. She told me she didn't know where to hang her backpack...darn grandma and her encouragement of giving her a "grown up name".</div></div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772410195040939497.post-24575806246522751752010-09-06T21:21:00.002-06:002010-09-06T21:26:02.513-06:00Open the Garage...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8PaW0eu6GB-cHt309krGTxz0cfyoxDTpPPdnx0Hd9wR4zvwQy3GUQBoxaIz1xexaLqHkvxVI4C3dDT1sDM9qdbXtpRUo-sI-4oLkouhZHgkHNN1QJZ8DhYmIY7UqTBGaXbZ6tz0Osy2B/s1600/IMG_0858.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514007619284631922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8PaW0eu6GB-cHt309krGTxz0cfyoxDTpPPdnx0Hd9wR4zvwQy3GUQBoxaIz1xexaLqHkvxVI4C3dDT1sDM9qdbXtpRUo-sI-4oLkouhZHgkHNN1QJZ8DhYmIY7UqTBGaXbZ6tz0Osy2B/s320/IMG_0858.JPG" /></a><br />Here comes the car.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243482379361988339noreply@blogger.com0