tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39420771543458194182024-02-06T20:42:30.527-07:00Green Eggs and HamUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger545125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-66130710373153940702017-06-15T17:07:00.001-06:002017-06-15T17:07:18.536-06:00Summer PlansIt's an exciting and busy Summer at our house. Between High Adventure, Girl's Camp, and Trek, the entire Summer is filled with activities.<br />
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Jack has been spending time at Union Reservoir, practicing his canoe skills. Pretty sure he hasn't fallen in, yet. He leaves Monday to spend the entire week on the North Platte River traveling about 100 miles. Somewhere along the way, Michael is going to join them.<br />
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Girl's camp is mid July. Ummm....I hope the girls have a GREAT time.<br />
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Trek is the end of July and we are trying to get ready (clothes, walking, etc.). Lily isn't old enough, so she gets to go visit Aunt Tricia and Uncle Marc. Meanwhile, the rest of us need to have "pioneer" clothes. It's been a Goodwill adventure so far.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-39996383562266519092017-06-13T15:48:00.001-06:002017-06-13T21:33:49.309-06:00What Ever Happened to Blogging?This used to be a thing. It's been so long, that I couldn't remember how to even find this site. A couple stabs at the dark and I managed to find it. It was fun to take a trip down memory lane. They say the best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. Maybe I'll plant a few trees today so that I can enjoy them later.<br />
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Did I take a picture of mine? Of course not, we were too busy eating. Would I make the recipe different? I might actually follow it a bit closer next time. I didn't cook the chicken for the full hour, so my sauce was a bit runny.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-38860543750731992812013-02-12T19:51:00.004-07:002013-02-13T21:08:20.089-07:00Happy Valentine's Day!It's that time of year! As usual, I've waited until last minute to get "cards" for the kids Valentine's Day parties. Luckily, Lily went for her old standby. She'll be putting a sucker in her hand. <br />
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Emma tried something new this year and we'll be gluing Hersey kisses on her hand. Done and done!<br />
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Nope, I'm not going camping. The "boys" are going snow camping, which means it's a girl's night! Curling up in pjs and watching an old movies sounds delightful. I may even be brave and break out the nail polish. I'm just about over a cold, not sure if I can handle the fumes just yet. I have hot cocoa, marshmallows, and Netflix ready to go.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-63052739267616787122013-01-22T20:54:00.000-07:002013-01-23T07:11:44.536-07:00Tooth FairyI went to pick up the kids at school this afternoon and was surprised to see my my youngest had turned into a vampire. She lost one tooth a week or so ago, I didn't realize the other one was close to ejection. Of course, she might have helped it along by eating carrots for snack at school. I think she was angling for the prize box that the nurse's office has. Now I just have to remember that the Tooth Fairy should arrive at her pillow @ 10 pm. With money in hand. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvtXmbVcPoQq6RvxRlLrO9cLcl4zxxkfWmydruuFZEWdO120PGdjPCiitEkakDl6a7UTHYvnvsV0Q-6lATbbKD7ldaiPFKRr-mzKpGous3pv4u-udx-4QXFVVIU4IaLEfScPg8rL54rc/s640/blogger-image-1616290180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvtXmbVcPoQq6RvxRlLrO9cLcl4zxxkfWmydruuFZEWdO120PGdjPCiitEkakDl6a7UTHYvnvsV0Q-6lATbbKD7ldaiPFKRr-mzKpGous3pv4u-udx-4QXFVVIU4IaLEfScPg8rL54rc/s640/blogger-image-1616290180.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-55947799352868149472013-01-12T08:10:00.001-07:002013-01-12T08:10:03.368-07:00Sew sewI like to dabble at sewing. If I have a small achievable project, especially one with straight lines, that's the project for me.<br />
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An upcoming baby shower is just the excuse to go find cute fabric and sew a small blanket. I think I like to look at fabric more than I like to sew. Anyhow, with fabric bought, the blanket was half way finished.<br />
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Since the shower is for Emma's primary teacher, she was invited as well. I felt like this was a good project for her to help out. She did a pretty good job sewing straight lines. I think that the fabric was a little slippery and I hope that the cute fabric makes up for the slightly wonky shape. <br />
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With a leftover scrap, we also whipped up a burp cloth. No straight lines, and it turned out cute. <br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Happy</span></i></b><br />
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<span class="s1">cheerful</span><span class="s2">, </span>cheery, merry, joyful, jovial, jolly, jocular, gleeful, carefree, untroubled, delighted, smiling, beaming, grinning, in good spirits, in a good mood, lighthearted, pleased, contented, content, satisfied, gratified, buoyant, radiant, sunny, blithe, joyous, beatific; thrilled, elated, exhilarated, ecstatic, blissful, euphoric, overjoyed, exultant, rapturous, in seventh heaven, on cloud nine, walking on air, jumping for joy, jubilant; <span class="s3">informal </span>chirpy, over the moon, on top of the world, tickled pink, on a high, as happy as a clam;</div>
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Today I should be doing all that, but I really want to sit down and read my current book. I got sucked into a mystery, "Broken Harbor" by Tana French. I am reading it slowly so I don't miss anything. Usually I speed read through a book and know the ending well before I get there. I have no clue where this book is going.<br />
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Happy 2013! <br />
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I can tell it's been a long time since I've blogged, I barely know how to log into this account.<br />
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I'm still contemplating what goals I would like to make for this year. I certainly don't want to commit myself to too many goals. ;) Mostly I'd like to have a calm, happy, and fun year. How do I make this happen?<br />
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A quick trip to Portland/Marysville last month was very productive. We managed to make some jewelry, sew a few things, and watch some Bollywood. I am not a sewer by trade, but I do manage to fix buttons and "franken" costumes together (with a bit of hot glue help). Keira was determined to make me a sewer, she was a bit more ambitious than I with her <a href="http://thearmyyouhave.blogspot.com/2012/04/spring-frock.html">spring frock</a>. Thanks to Debbie, she had this beautiful fabric lying around and I begrudgingly consented to sew a skirt. It was not hard, but I find that I may only like to sew when I have knowledgeable sisters leaning over my shoulder to decipher sewing instructions.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-43837507134505002062012-02-13T17:33:00.002-07:002012-02-13T17:40:18.891-07:00Last Minute ValentinesI told myself that I was going to be proactive this year and get Valentine's cards done early. Did I? NOPE. It's the day before and the girls VERY nicely asked when we were going to do it. Let's just say that I work well under last minute deadlines. This is a total knock off of Lily's card from last year, but why reinvent the wheel?! I will be staying up tonight and adding the lollipop that gets inserted through their hand. (Jack asked why their hands looked weird)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2TGSX1Cox1Bn1C1z7nfM0b0pTKra0Xy1aaNd9QhY3yUizDyLBd_YBcaKvz28-jDP9ZI4EbOFt0m4Z6Ixkfdio2GyGiWuTgFF55X2niQJQZYF4iOhPsmPtHO7fWENgJuVoj6WEw1YZRs/s1600/IMG_9457.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2TGSX1Cox1Bn1C1z7nfM0b0pTKra0Xy1aaNd9QhY3yUizDyLBd_YBcaKvz28-jDP9ZI4EbOFt0m4Z6Ixkfdio2GyGiWuTgFF55X2niQJQZYF4iOhPsmPtHO7fWENgJuVoj6WEw1YZRs/s320/IMG_9457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708783295231312434" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC66kmlc0HPPWo4nfN55oVY2hyphenhyphenfWUu6q1N73KuoiDaqWYM15-JohYJ0Mqrp8EjWiNXJmG9yZ2za8IOdtbxlHOcdzMWaHJTXWYRqIG4TRtbZTAueL5vTiGBfq2gMq8Fvnsp7Zbvfbp_xNc/s1600/IMG_9469.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC66kmlc0HPPWo4nfN55oVY2hyphenhyphenfWUu6q1N73KuoiDaqWYM15-JohYJ0Mqrp8EjWiNXJmG9yZ2za8IOdtbxlHOcdzMWaHJTXWYRqIG4TRtbZTAueL5vTiGBfq2gMq8Fvnsp7Zbvfbp_xNc/s320/IMG_9469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708783303542959410" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-84968055859779274432012-02-10T12:43:00.005-07:002012-02-10T13:12:24.164-07:00Useful StuffI know we're addicted to another certain website that has taken over the world. Yes, I'm referring to Pinterest! Hours have been lost, opps, utilized wisely for the betterment of our homes and humor. Oh, the humor.<br /><br />I saw a "tip" the other day on how to fix scratches on your wood chairs. Well, the scratched chairs didn't apply to me, but I have some awesomely scratched banisters. The tip was; rub a walnut over the scratch. How simple can that be?! I happened to have a can of mixed nuts in my pantry and promptly picked out a few walnuts. I did try and wipe off all the salt before I started rubbing on the wood.<br /><br />I'm not naming any names (Emma!) may have etched her name and a few Xs in the wood quite a few YEARS ago. They were mostly out of the way and I thought trying the walnut couldn't hurt.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The before:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9UKynnYOxl-2oVfF4sOKZIoS5PbTEdNFqbu67TGecXpdWoD-jFIs1UKhyphenhyphenHC7RQinMyw8AAoqKwnRAVi-X80x6SLtRTCCpfmIm13y2C3j-lAfBUTfhHKZ2EmzSZVXN4KOYnR7SmlSZIKg/s1600/-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9UKynnYOxl-2oVfF4sOKZIoS5PbTEdNFqbu67TGecXpdWoD-jFIs1UKhyphenhyphenHC7RQinMyw8AAoqKwnRAVi-X80x6SLtRTCCpfmIm13y2C3j-lAfBUTfhHKZ2EmzSZVXN4KOYnR7SmlSZIKg/s320/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707596820583603570" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The after:<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvJkceFtRnJkP_754wKwcj-5KASGdk9-UKMl3BJVD3M-sKesqimzf-we0etbl6GDRqW1K9Dzi4t17FPnYgbObeLJO-1SfQlKNoJEHWPNXyrnoW_OLTLUmCaVot-7OGSsZ2vPbj82rst8/s1600/-4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvJkceFtRnJkP_754wKwcj-5KASGdk9-UKMl3BJVD3M-sKesqimzf-we0etbl6GDRqW1K9Dzi4t17FPnYgbObeLJO-1SfQlKNoJEHWPNXyrnoW_OLTLUmCaVot-7OGSsZ2vPbj82rst8/s320/-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707596972784683154" border="0" /></a>It didn't remove the scratches completely, but what a difference! Thank you Pinterest.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-9785383328754705352012-02-02T11:18:00.002-07:002012-02-02T11:27:40.500-07:00Winter Advisory<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLFPgq2CDO8d-DVxqWKG2UuuF2zfkgcujAg-3-OxBeQj9NeLeO7EnwpXltYYm2nTVHcH-BPhQfcDVyJti7uZm314IPhBLor1vrGmSvmUzdqA7tKEVU0sAdlAQv1WfDZeBNK5RxzvSZvI/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLFPgq2CDO8d-DVxqWKG2UuuF2zfkgcujAg-3-OxBeQj9NeLeO7EnwpXltYYm2nTVHcH-BPhQfcDVyJti7uZm314IPhBLor1vrGmSvmUzdqA7tKEVU0sAdlAQv1WfDZeBNK5RxzvSZvI/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704606657489418930" border="0" /></a>Michael has been on a trip for work, this week, in balmy California. He's suppose to get back tonight. Unfortunately there is a forecast for "blizzard-like conditions" this evening. Yikes! I'm really hoping he gets home before the storm gets bad.<br /><br />Of course, what does he have planned for Friday night? A Scout camp out! (Shaking my head, thankful I don't have to go!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-28496344289035141492012-01-31T20:40:00.002-07:002012-01-31T21:02:55.578-07:002012Yes, it's been a while...ok, a LONG time. I'd really like to get back on the blogwagon. Here's my attempt to start again.<br /><br />So, 2012. New Year, new goals. I was reading various blogs/forums and there was an interesting thread about trying to choose ONE word to describe the kind of year you'd like to have. I decided that my word for the year is going to be Positive. I wouldn't say that I'm necessarily a negative person, but I know that I would like to have a more cheerful attitude. <br /><br />What would your word for the year be if you could only choose ONE word?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-83764899706081930052011-10-25T21:45:00.000-06:002011-10-26T13:51:24.473-06:00Fall LeavesThe weatherman said there was snow in the forecast and I waited until the last second to get some "Fall" pictures of the kids. We took the pictures and ran home because the temperature was dropping and the snow clouds were rolling in.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jack in 6th grade. Age 11<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYNOaGxCHOFZTBN7z3lWENoOYLCnVa9_S0TIXCtfsguXDCx9peNqKfD8_wRiMCgfeTgzqKD1UqDpQC_ukqPp-XLuikZMpHrSxlIfQejgY36HNG-BGv9ifdwLJ1mSWtMKJSm1GdWd41U9s/s1600/IMG_7957.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYNOaGxCHOFZTBN7z3lWENoOYLCnVa9_S0TIXCtfsguXDCx9peNqKfD8_wRiMCgfeTgzqKD1UqDpQC_ukqPp-XLuikZMpHrSxlIfQejgY36HNG-BGv9ifdwLJ1mSWtMKJSm1GdWd41U9s/s320/IMG_7957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667889647540048706" border="0" /></a><br />Emma in 4th grade. Age 10<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpuMucu3VUfq2pxMqD3Mkn80zHIxxYEbzfzVDfqDk4uDl3thZcROlRaJwT5IOB23qJFPqioVlg8Ns2BLSV-UiMJ47Krj7M_XvfBhwMZ8o_EhThyphenhyphenBYON3Aa956OG7Q7GnhyTSiPgfSY9s/s1600/IMG_7980.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpuMucu3VUfq2pxMqD3Mkn80zHIxxYEbzfzVDfqDk4uDl3thZcROlRaJwT5IOB23qJFPqioVlg8Ns2BLSV-UiMJ47Krj7M_XvfBhwMZ8o_EhThyphenhyphenBYON3Aa956OG7Q7GnhyTSiPgfSY9s/s320/IMG_7980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667889654338740914" border="0" /></a>Lily in 1st grade. Age 6<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6JhLfAq97a7OzCJgcNuvI80vGGjpTp4pQkmC1XyisYC2md0fWxCCYx1FNl6KcWPALRTWht6EO1ar_rePJCf5kHq0rjZVRsoUEe2toaRQsJ45SS11nWrcaDF5zR4mf4G1nl5Xarn3Tk_g/s1600/IMG_7962.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6JhLfAq97a7OzCJgcNuvI80vGGjpTp4pQkmC1XyisYC2md0fWxCCYx1FNl6KcWPALRTWht6EO1ar_rePJCf5kHq0rjZVRsoUEe2toaRQsJ45SS11nWrcaDF5zR4mf4G1nl5Xarn3Tk_g/s320/IMG_7962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667889657183255010" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-22355566715978718532011-08-18T18:57:00.000-06:002011-09-19T07:13:14.660-06:00First Day of SchoolIt's a monumental year at our house. All three kids in all day school...at the same school. YEAH!<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSaROu-trNNyBNYKGUULmEzUGq9MnrERcuxq9ADTgMb3_MbGmpcrnN84ucB9KatRX8swqOUif9e1GiW65_KtCmHu5K4-A4PT0uOupwiYZI8C-OoYvPA2Yo83q1iPj05xmFP5oAYEVxbFM/s1600/IMG_7000.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSaROu-trNNyBNYKGUULmEzUGq9MnrERcuxq9ADTgMb3_MbGmpcrnN84ucB9KatRX8swqOUif9e1GiW65_KtCmHu5K4-A4PT0uOupwiYZI8C-OoYvPA2Yo83q1iPj05xmFP5oAYEVxbFM/s400/IMG_7000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654054249500583458" border="0" /></a>Tallest to shortest, the cousins are excited to start school. Jack and Ana are entering 6th grade together and Cameron and Lily are sharing the playground as big 1st graders. The outliers are are Emma and Brady as Fourth and Eighth graders.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrX41TbPEdMTZXDrODIWvLhHjtH-qC6I6jp5aZta61pi-0fUdCBniHMdmbkl_VQQaLuN0T7ztziB_t0N4I3j1Q6pgp26HGtX3Uq0qVOkgd1XkbzdSXmDRIkGQEfz6OQ-DtuTDB4sXvMVs/s1600/IMG_6993.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrX41TbPEdMTZXDrODIWvLhHjtH-qC6I6jp5aZta61pi-0fUdCBniHMdmbkl_VQQaLuN0T7ztziB_t0N4I3j1Q6pgp26HGtX3Uq0qVOkgd1XkbzdSXmDRIkGQEfz6OQ-DtuTDB4sXvMVs/s400/IMG_6993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654054254533957954" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-76123541438029489292011-06-23T16:33:00.005-06:002011-06-23T17:07:51.563-06:00Lemonade StandA successful lemonade stand happens on a hot day with a captive audience. We combined forces with our friends and sold lemonade at a library concert. It wasn't as hot as we thought it was going to be, I may have some leftover lemonade in my fridge (we'll be drinking it for the next three days). All the money that we made (about $30) will be donated to the library. The kids had fun...we'll have to do it again.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDy9av6sQ_DLmCUF_ANOsTuEwPIVG38wYgIJXRloEZgAOqETM1bIIU79ROAnHpKMd1aRkdJWf3Zvfm7JTcYqIgRneprBwnv_55rEw9_4yzsYYvkg1DFZ00XUe-mJMh2uh7_Drz9VFXyhI/s1600/IMG_4439.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDy9av6sQ_DLmCUF_ANOsTuEwPIVG38wYgIJXRloEZgAOqETM1bIIU79ROAnHpKMd1aRkdJWf3Zvfm7JTcYqIgRneprBwnv_55rEw9_4yzsYYvkg1DFZ00XUe-mJMh2uh7_Drz9VFXyhI/s320/IMG_4439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621548460296474962" border="0" /></a>Lily gets to sample some of the lemonade.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRcCWKZXqPcMECJroEhLNNwYW_AKFl-gOrYJKClEPG6UiHsxgKgF5vI2aBa2Y3r3wC-t9QVFR68R7Yu3DGfvj8VL_E1fJamgAbxj6yuh-C2J9nOadGT1Fe0_t4hWbwkIDl7YczGSxeyU/s1600/IMG_4446.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRcCWKZXqPcMECJroEhLNNwYW_AKFl-gOrYJKClEPG6UiHsxgKgF5vI2aBa2Y3r3wC-t9QVFR68R7Yu3DGfvj8VL_E1fJamgAbxj6yuh-C2J9nOadGT1Fe0_t4hWbwkIDl7YczGSxeyU/s320/IMG_4446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621548948396641778" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-47765547058237218632011-06-21T16:07:00.001-06:002011-06-23T16:33:12.821-06:00Keeping Kids Busy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh-GhlprlhjaD_HJFDp15wfm_ZzjgzOVM7UYVznoh7yXVbDxoeEHKa40QKkEjmvQHGLUtiQ8GMZKTFwb8NUNX-WesbBvIebzMQwIhr3Xygtt5impwBT1hxvkD9-l6nNFgBD_1Wbw0qTRM/s1600/IMG_4358.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh-GhlprlhjaD_HJFDp15wfm_ZzjgzOVM7UYVznoh7yXVbDxoeEHKa40QKkEjmvQHGLUtiQ8GMZKTFwb8NUNX-WesbBvIebzMQwIhr3Xygtt5impwBT1hxvkD9-l6nNFgBD_1Wbw0qTRM/s320/IMG_4358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621543399646693858" border="0" /></a>A friend came up with the idea for a service scavenger hunt. The kids actually seemed excited about doing it. We had a group of four families and then after the first house we split into two teams of two. The time frame was two hours which flew by. Of course the kids were getting tired by the end and the weeding wasn't as enthusiastic as in the beginning. Did we keep points? No. Did the kids have fun? Mostly. Do my kids want to do it again? Yes!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphenDEzfl3awpBxAjQRH1jqe0VoEhA9MjIqRgmRxETRtw7yD8xUw8IfqkSS8VVHhTa6SRSqE0cpPY4UasVCQbB-4ekLhu-AHbZFMto2qGXBtjkQ9d-xPE3GCj5VpKJjSb65fLA_zo7Aa2w/s1600/IMG_4361.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphenDEzfl3awpBxAjQRH1jqe0VoEhA9MjIqRgmRxETRtw7yD8xUw8IfqkSS8VVHhTa6SRSqE0cpPY4UasVCQbB-4ekLhu-AHbZFMto2qGXBtjkQ9d-xPE3GCj5VpKJjSb65fLA_zo7Aa2w/s320/IMG_4361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621546766194774882" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-88186838349542326422011-06-15T15:42:00.000-06:002011-06-23T15:59:47.108-06:00Summer PracticeI am determined to get more familiar with my camera. My kids are so over me and a camera. I have to pick and choose when to bug them. Of course I swing back and forth between taking too many and not enough pictures.<br /><br />I tried a lensbaby which has the following effect; <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlikmUFviT5I5xYvf-lJ3wMbaxEeBbKA4MnHOMKQHRoxsTYtjjGDPz6RXQVLTnUwoYCzzSq87Bpg_4MbMqsYS67u6kQ4W3RzDSzAjsObzZPbN7OUZaSC1j_jk9csBijz5yLxbN1RFk2Sg/s1600/IMG_3623.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlikmUFviT5I5xYvf-lJ3wMbaxEeBbKA4MnHOMKQHRoxsTYtjjGDPz6RXQVLTnUwoYCzzSq87Bpg_4MbMqsYS67u6kQ4W3RzDSzAjsObzZPbN7OUZaSC1j_jk9csBijz5yLxbN1RFk2Sg/s400/IMG_3623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621534607319811010" border="0" /></a>This picture is all in the post production;<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZUCiGWQUmvRmV3BOt-VkaGxN7lfk9_5AfTfXsnG-7N3dQJplq6uAKrjK44zj8H2ho7UfMF4O8W_hGbxU2f2wD06z0XUE2JXZPUr_NkXH2Jt6R3WOQ_WAB3faxvAv9BAGUQljrfUFVKI/s1600/IMG_4349.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZUCiGWQUmvRmV3BOt-VkaGxN7lfk9_5AfTfXsnG-7N3dQJplq6uAKrjK44zj8H2ho7UfMF4O8W_hGbxU2f2wD06z0XUE2JXZPUr_NkXH2Jt6R3WOQ_WAB3faxvAv9BAGUQljrfUFVKI/s400/IMG_4349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621534613865735362" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-33962178221241308632011-05-30T11:19:00.003-06:002011-05-30T11:27:03.060-06:00Boat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkrtPWAQ6uBuN3396U520iBmwSec-W2fy4J9q7LQ5DE-6EkXqXcNuKcVeEJWrvE1cfEewSax4Q40ZvFXKQbEs3DqyLmCJf0bLL1Thw8iItc-AWIYHFHsZmXPgcw157bT2yrPzGrzoIQrA/s1600/IMG_3887.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkrtPWAQ6uBuN3396U520iBmwSec-W2fy4J9q7LQ5DE-6EkXqXcNuKcVeEJWrvE1cfEewSax4Q40ZvFXKQbEs3DqyLmCJf0bLL1Thw8iItc-AWIYHFHsZmXPgcw157bT2yrPzGrzoIQrA/s400/IMG_3887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612560769082138514" border="0" /></a>The "river" by our house has enough water to put the canoe in. With record rains and snow runoff the river is brimming. We dusted off the oars and spent the day shuttling the canoe between put in and take out points. It's nice to drive five minutes to put in, we just need to find a better spot to take out. Carrying the canoe with a kink in my neck is not so fun.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-45314470898734830422011-05-25T14:54:00.000-06:002011-05-26T14:09:38.968-06:00Graduation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_nVw6Qtgf1nhl2n4__hm4Z6luMDwQ7vR2S0xC9C_dqQbyD8XbjlWbATQjFI-uduXrR4qy99qfDUpvp6ICZeRZ2bJlZ2NJYWHzJE3QGMy8_P1szUI7eRLoY6sqjJnLP47qFaoan-1ODk4/s1600/IMG_3667.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_nVw6Qtgf1nhl2n4__hm4Z6luMDwQ7vR2S0xC9C_dqQbyD8XbjlWbATQjFI-uduXrR4qy99qfDUpvp6ICZeRZ2bJlZ2NJYWHzJE3QGMy8_P1szUI7eRLoY6sqjJnLP47qFaoan-1ODk4/s320/IMG_3667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611118223693311394" border="0" /></a>Well, it's that time of year. The end of school. Graduation time. Thankfully we didn't have to buy the tassels or rent the robes. It was a short and sweet presentation of the kids singing a song, reciting a poem, a slideshow of the kids throughout the year, and candy awards. Lily received the "Lifesaver" award for helping save the day when her teacher needed a helper. Lily had great teachers this year!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942077154345819418.post-20875434399780649142011-05-21T15:30:00.003-06:002011-05-21T16:07:06.206-06:005x5 (day six) A Happy ClosetI did start this project earlier in the week, but I didn't do the bulk of it until today. Remember all that stuff that I took out of Emma's closet? Well it had to go somewhere and the hall closet seems the best option. The good news is that I went through the totes and emptied three out of five. That's not bad. The rest of the shelves got reorganized and stuff got shuffled around to fit better. Tada.... a closet.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic33Xe4rJ2Aw5plvamSwLhr_xh9YfFI2C_ygYIaXWGnPyFm040PTxBWE6S1LQtx6jS_E5fJXfJpkhTuXT1B9YBj0TxVCREYo_7a_KA6T6vM0WtjLO8B30HbY9BabI90sDQvI-o-2K2DJs/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic33Xe4rJ2Aw5plvamSwLhr_xh9YfFI2C_ygYIaXWGnPyFm040PTxBWE6S1LQtx6jS_E5fJXfJpkhTuXT1B9YBj0TxVCREYo_7a_KA6T6vM0WtjLO8B30HbY9BabI90sDQvI-o-2K2DJs/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609289508875351714" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2