tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55744586723355124432024-03-18T21:48:38.724-07:00the amber chroniclesHere is engraved thoughts and musings of my life. It's about the things that I live passionately for, and feel passionately about: My husband, children, family, church, house, reading, sewing, embroidery, holidays, birthdays, and anythings else I'm sure I'll add along the way!Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-41532556331740307832009-03-27T18:37:00.000-07:002009-04-14T00:41:47.588-07:00Catching up.......<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqgOpJu8dWHs0rhubbSX_9QTcbeXJVWwohr8pgNxFueoWl3XvFmkNFx0AyRH5iKl1cYXoIdOYc3yqhd4XqE3MTIOA6roH8nf1urpOqSp8S__q7yGkdKpUepNFq2rkuFoCIXIkbsVFGnw/s1600-h/IMG_1822.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqgOpJu8dWHs0rhubbSX_9QTcbeXJVWwohr8pgNxFueoWl3XvFmkNFx0AyRH5iKl1cYXoIdOYc3yqhd4XqE3MTIOA6roH8nf1urpOqSp8S__q7yGkdKpUepNFq2rkuFoCIXIkbsVFGnw/s400/IMG_1822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324448471567039586" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, have a much to long hiatus of posting, I've decided to finally break down and get going again. I've actually thought about it quite a bit the last few months, just never sat down to get started going again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We are absolutely loving it back at home on the foothills of the Wasatch Front. Dorothy really and truly had it right, there IS no place like home. The snows been great, and it's so beautiful here. Although Tom kept saying how cold our house is. But really it's just a typical northern Utah winter and he has become some sort of southern bird. And Madeline mentioned the other day that having snow isn't a</span><span style="font-size:130%;">s much fun as she thought it'd be. Nevertheless, we have had fun and enjoyed some pretty big snow days and rather large snow drifts as evident in our picture.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Madeline is doing well in school. She has some great friends and seems to have adjusted most of the time. Logan also is in a preschool that he lov</span><span style="font-size:130%;">es. When I say it's time for school he says, preschool one or preschool two? (one is AZ preschool, and two is UT preschool clever boy) But he and Madie have both talked about how even though they are having so much fun, they want to go back to Arizona.</span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh377auw97iDUzhy7Zm7hBGn3VdgS6xH-bhh4W3SLK2hjThKQ0OSCKiMdEE4Q3FmQM5yZN7nTVaRKxkx3aEWhG5pYVy9wEUS7DoFdQEu75AUxA8TdhPNaYpdjRrOwdYfj2V4_RFoTaiklc/s1600-h/IMG_1839.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh377auw97iDUzhy7Zm7hBGn3VdgS6xH-bhh4W3SLK2hjThKQ0OSCKiMdEE4Q3FmQM5yZN7nTVaRKxkx3aEWhG5pYVy9wEUS7DoFdQEu75AUxA8TdhPNaYpdjRrOwdYfj2V4_RFoTaiklc/s400/IMG_1839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324448484859991970" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-size:130%;">Luke is my little firefly. You just can't help but grin from ear to ear when you watch him. He always has on the cutest little smile. He zips around the room, playing with toys and entertaining himself. Yesterday at Walmart we were waiting in line and Luke was being absolute adorable, laughing and flirting with this cute little girl behind us. There was a rather grough and tough looking man behind here and he </span><span style="font-size:130%;">was actually laughing out loud at how cute and funny Luke was. Logan dotes on him. And now Luke with even instigate some mugging with Logan himself and lay his head on Logan's shoulder or but Logan's hand on his cheek.<br /><br />Although I loved the people in Arizona dearly, I didn't realize how much I would miss them. We have moved many times and this one has been the saddest to leave such great friends behind. Frequently when I am out and about shop</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ping I think I see one of my friends and remember they live far away.<br /><br />Tom is currently rather bored at work, poor guy. Because he o</span><span style="font-size:130%;">pened the clinic, they are just now building up a patient load. The first month he saw 17 patients. Now he sees about 3-5 a day. I can't remember a single book he has read for pleasure since we've been married. (besides two Lance Armstrong books) Since beginning work he has read The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, and he's just finishing the Bourne trilogy. That's a lot of reading for someone who doesn't usually like it. I have to say it'</span><span style="font-size:130%;">s nice right now though. He leaves for work late, unless there's a patient first thing but usually there isn't. Then he comes home for lunch, and frequently comes home early at the end of the day. I have to say it's a lovely change since his crazy working hours in Arizona. I'm soaking it all up while I can because I'm sure he'll be busy again soon enough.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ3l4W2BosiC14nhhCazr5kvxlOiPA2sgpM9nJ1AaYjPceExK1tjF1kiec7MQHDbgsIyPW16alWoEOR1tx4wLs00S3pH6vD539iEsjnGPQpnBROCBk8rS_WLJ3Y95Qj75DkbGfGj3NLYI/s1600-h/IMG_1833.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ3l4W2BosiC14nhhCazr5kvxlOiPA2sgpM9nJ1AaYjPceExK1tjF1kiec7MQHDbgsIyPW16alWoEOR1tx4wLs00S3pH6vD539iEsjnGPQpnBROCBk8rS_WLJ3Y95Qj75DkbGfGj3NLYI/s400/IMG_1833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324448474490311026" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">Me, I'm having a ball. I've been working pretty hard on the house. I've only got two bathrooms and a hallway left to do. Well, and Madie's room but that's going to wait until next fall maybe. Then we can get going on a large garden and updating the yard. We were able to start two weeks ago, it was lovely weather. Then Mother Nature played an early April fools day joke and snowed us in once again. (it's alright, gives me a bit more time to finish up inside before I get bogged down in the yard)<br /><br />When I'm not doing house and kid stuff, we are out visiting family as much as we can. We have 6 1/2 years of visiting to make up for and I'm doing it as fast as I can. I'm pretty darn lucky, I have the best in-laws in the world. Brothers and sisters included. We only live 1/2 mile from Tom's parents and I wouldn't mind living right across the street. They are wonderful and we love being with them again.<br /><br /></span>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-49464403004346165152009-01-04T20:20:00.000-08:002009-04-14T00:35:04.870-07:00MIA...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVw7L7hEnUbk0eci1iM6kV77T4WwIAg9C0TVtGUgBJkzZ_pI1zIbhcJgsAdFqzWKNZnCKF4TcnRmAYo33-1eyy-A1-WtRLTnhj-o5fTPYJRLO8hcPTrZuCygQfy6R6eKsmfQ8F_b7aZ4/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVw7L7hEnUbk0eci1iM6kV77T4WwIAg9C0TVtGUgBJkzZ_pI1zIbhcJgsAdFqzWKNZnCKF4TcnRmAYo33-1eyy-A1-WtRLTnhj-o5fTPYJRLO8hcPTrZuCygQfy6R6eKsmfQ8F_b7aZ4/s320/DSC00672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324446840285856610" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So I've been out of commission for a bit. So sorry for the delay. Between moving, Madie's birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Madie's baptism, and remodeling I've been a wee bit busy. Plus the battery in our camera was dead and I just got around to finding the battery recharger on Friday. Yeah! It was very nice but I'm happy to be settling down finally to a normal routine for a bit. Plus I got a big fancy new quilting frame for Christmas that I've been dieing to try out!<br /><br />The house is great. It's been lots of fun painting and getting all set up. I finally have a couple of rooms some what finished so I can show them off. First is the kitchen/dining room. We painted the walls green and did a cream vanetian plaster on one wall. In the front room we painted. There is pergo through most of the upstairs. We went to a nice carpet store and picked out a remnant carpet we loved and had it bound. Then we put padding underneath so it's nice and soft. It's great because we can take it out when we are sick of it or move.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">That's all for now. Soon I'll have more pics. We are putting carpet in the basement and getting drapes in our bedroom so I'll be able to post more soon. Oh, here is a lovely view of our house in the evening with all of our lights and the beautiful snow outside. We've had tons of fun in the snow. And have been very cold. Tom keeps trying to convince me that our house is cold, but really, it's just Utah in the winter. He even had more insulation installed in the attic and got some quotes on new windows. (a bit too pricey for now, maybe next year)</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdLOM3GotrPQjbireTEefILAx0G2Q4uW9IRbNv8NoP-u1xJ-GSTyMfpRbfwZQ0YGB8WBx2u0-cY4-KuQLgo25Bn8sYMRFjq0_pt_MTH7xmAUCqkBPSdBGCXHWd0kVcxIy1HujYPPJzfg/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdLOM3GotrPQjbireTEefILAx0G2Q4uW9IRbNv8NoP-u1xJ-GSTyMfpRbfwZQ0YGB8WBx2u0-cY4-KuQLgo25Bn8sYMRFjq0_pt_MTH7xmAUCqkBPSdBGCXHWd0kVcxIy1HujYPPJzfg/s320/DSC00671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324446835382383090" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5tN3Km3hN8F_HwsC_cFUW7ODSsEx4ri6PK8Mric5jp9FKSoXF-FYtQKFbG5K04Awfz6gpXekl8pu0CsnPjlPa8rIGjprrZRLoR2IVzULxST76yUKdOOuOef7LJW-Gzezq6EANNRQiqbA/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5tN3Km3hN8F_HwsC_cFUW7ODSsEx4ri6PK8Mric5jp9FKSoXF-FYtQKFbG5K04Awfz6gpXekl8pu0CsnPjlPa8rIGjprrZRLoR2IVzULxST76yUKdOOuOef7LJW-Gzezq6EANNRQiqbA/s320/DSC00675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324446840176140930" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Christmas was great. It was wonderful to be home and to see and share it with all of the family. Luckily, we had all of our family parties before Christmas Eve so we were able to relax and enjoy Christmas Eve and Day at our leasure. We had Susan and Jerry over for ham on Christmas Eve. And then we went to their house Christmas Day. The kids loved their presents and played and played. One of my favorite things is Rock Band. It's been a lot of fun. The kids try to play it and do pretty well on the easier songs. It's really cute. When playing the drums they just hit the right drum about 50 gazillion times trying to get it right. Madie even picks up the mic and sings. It's great practice for her reading too!<br /><br />New Years Eve we went to our friends house and playing Rock Band 'till midnight. It was fun to hang out with them. They only live about 5 or 6 houses away on the block below us. Tom has been friends with Tom (also) since at least high school I think. I really like his wife Karen and some of our kids are the same age.<br /><br />Well, I should go to bed. Need to get on a better schedule, new years goals and all that. Happy New Year!<br /><br />Love Always,<br />Amber</span>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-42881445002396867052008-12-05T22:33:00.000-08:002009-04-14T00:29:12.150-07:00Finally, I'm back online<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihGDBWSS4IaOp1wryZT3da1a4lmW9Gm3OWvjn8N_yBxOqpjHHthnnCLqpHHNpOLuMWToJhn1K-_tVevg7CYpO-PNZlw3H7flugQDOlI7fQ6Agais4UMQbDiEjxnyk0d01sbNyS5zIQE_Y/s1600-h/gonewind_.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihGDBWSS4IaOp1wryZT3da1a4lmW9Gm3OWvjn8N_yBxOqpjHHthnnCLqpHHNpOLuMWToJhn1K-_tVevg7CYpO-PNZlw3H7flugQDOlI7fQ6Agais4UMQbDiEjxnyk0d01sbNyS5zIQE_Y/s400/gonewind_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324445521230999074" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />One summer when I was in high school, I rented Gone With the Wind. It's a classic and I wanted to see what all the hubbub was about. When it was finished I distinctly remember calling my mother at work and complaining that I had just wasted 3 hours of my life and I wanted them back. I would have gladly turned off the movie at any time but I kept thinking that somehow Scarlett would get it together and figure it out. I mean, if she didn't, why did everyone love this movie so much? And at the very end her husband gets fed up with her and leaves. Suddenly she realizes that she truly loved him all along. Just as you think she's about to take off after him she says,"I'm going to Tera (or however you spell it)." What??!!? Are you kidding me? I was NOT impressed<br /><br />So we are happily nestled all snug in our beds. At long last. Most of the boxes are empty. (Although Tom has constructed some towering monument in the garage defying me to give away even one) Moving is painful. You think that this being my 12th move in 10 years I would know that. I remember. But we are all healthy and happy to be in our new home. We actually got to put up Christmas decorations today and tomorrow we will decorate the tree! The kids are settling in well. Madie likes her class and teacher. There are some very nice kids right down the street to play with. There are also a couple that are Logan's and Luke's ages also. Plus you just can't beat living 2 blocks from your sister. Stacy got married one month after me and we lived a block apart for six months. It is one of my favorite times. We always talk about it. Once we went over to watch Armaggedon at their house. Stacy had these enormously cool (that is enormous AND cool) glasses. She dared Tom to drink an entire glass of water. Can't turn that down. She then challenged him to a second glass. (shot's for Mormon's?) So the whole movie poor Tom had to get up and keep going to the bathroom. Then the climax of the movie came. You know, the one where Bruce Willis sends Ben Affleck back to Earth to take care of his daughter so he can die to save the Earth? Yeah that one. Well if you know me at all I'm a crybaby at best. Well, this movie was my all time worst. I sobbed. And sobbed. It was as if Bart DeGiorgio was on the moon and saving the planet for me. (yes, I'm more than a little embarassed when it is brought up but given that it's discussed in it's entirity at least 2 to 3 times a year I've learned to put on a brave face and laugh at me too).<br />So a short story made long, living so close to Stacy now is like a continuation of the fun times that we had before. Only now we get to add in the kids which makes it that much better. (psst Robbie. If you move to North Ogden we promist to hang out all day and Holly will be home all evenings and weekends! Just think about it, we need her to complete the carebear dreams!)<br />Madie and I were driving to pick up my nephew Parker for school. Looking out over Ogden valley it was breathtaking. So I was recounting to Madeline all of the things that make the foothills of Benlomond the best place on Earth. This, is home. No matter where we've lived, we always called this home. We never went to Utah for vacation, we went HOME for vacation. And there is some beautiful and healing about being at home again. And now I know why Scarlett O'Hara went to Tara. Because when her life was a mess, and she needed stability, time to heal and pick herself up go, she went home. Because that is what being home does for you.<br />So I still don't like the movie. But I can understand itFine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-51457901103008308232008-10-22T15:14:00.000-07:002008-11-02T23:24:00.404-08:00sweet dreams....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbqAdBAykJrfObuonqeH3O4i36ESlbDJyBgTZCfK6BoB4qi3teOd38JZPEJUtSqLUTE1ApD0wW52rwrN0dhHrqUq6taFcpTmvOFPHc6F4vxaPi8HR5jJ_HcBDnSVxXTAm-XzT7zwsijY/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbqAdBAykJrfObuonqeH3O4i36ESlbDJyBgTZCfK6BoB4qi3teOd38JZPEJUtSqLUTE1ApD0wW52rwrN0dhHrqUq6taFcpTmvOFPHc6F4vxaPi8HR5jJ_HcBDnSVxXTAm-XzT7zwsijY/s400/DSC00434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262830723285500818" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >This morning at the crazy hour of 5:30 am, Logan yelled out for his dad. I lept up to investigate. As I entered my son's room, I hear him sweetly <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" >singing his ABC's</span>, in his sleep. It was the cutest thing. He is learning so much at school, and he <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">really loves to sing</span>. (his current favorite song is <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Real Gone</span> by Billy Ray Cyrus and he calls it the Lightning McQueen song. He also loves <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Whatever</span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Cotton Eyed Joe</span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Time is Running Out</span> (Muse), and <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Ice Queen</span> (Within Temptation) He's the guitar, Madie's the drummer, and I'm the vocalist. Unless it's Real Gone and then you better not make a peep because it's all him baby). He's also doing pretty good at writing. He can do his name. These are his very first papers that he did a preschool a couple of weeks ago. Not to shabby for a boy who just barely turned 4.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">xoxo always, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Amber</span></span>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-80475080635224990262008-10-21T18:14:00.001-07:002008-10-29T23:25:24.449-07:00Tyer Tuesdays....smurfs, ladybugs, and James Bond<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGn5jbyKA7i6Kfu6vNcWg8NEpkUppL9UpFZGaojuH3J1AhOTU1CGx_XVpSYpIARjbw31cQq7OehjjQTVVNmZeZQS60CYRC0eeRYEHyriJ2bl0pKu3u0HH_1Uwt68XTWkdLk-HVTxtm6h8/s1600-h/Ladybug3.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGn5jbyKA7i6Kfu6vNcWg8NEpkUppL9UpFZGaojuH3J1AhOTU1CGx_XVpSYpIARjbw31cQq7OehjjQTVVNmZeZQS60CYRC0eeRYEHyriJ2bl0pKu3u0HH_1Uwt68XTWkdLk-HVTxtm6h8/s200/Ladybug3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262829102523976754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5qePTXzvU-IkoFW3Rm2VTsfNFOzVPXZLyjnBVZeH4zH10tETu_k0If2sKeGUVyRjBw3IbmGb3XaUUtw8Tf6XaLyISMsF7pcppma_PGZzBSwYzQmPEEy4s9EW4ePgjKnvQ5uuk9gqhwU/s1600-h/220px-Smurf.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5qePTXzvU-IkoFW3Rm2VTsfNFOzVPXZLyjnBVZeH4zH10tETu_k0If2sKeGUVyRjBw3IbmGb3XaUUtw8Tf6XaLyISMsF7pcppma_PGZzBSwYzQmPEEy4s9EW4ePgjKnvQ5uuk9gqhwU/s200/220px-Smurf.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262829101163040914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLUFIqhHyXKojeDadMu-fRbY9dt61vXqV-AqP3D1EXHeeNxeH4UlH50cXazbxANZST7KfihpctV6kT7TUTne-ofztChztm0PpI_ye-1VdseZCuEHMhsbzku4lTETpA8RT1dN-huL3H04/s1600-h/Donkey_Kong_Jr._(arcade_game).png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLUFIqhHyXKojeDadMu-fRbY9dt61vXqV-AqP3D1EXHeeNxeH4UlH50cXazbxANZST7KfihpctV6kT7TUTne-ofztChztm0PpI_ye-1VdseZCuEHMhsbzku4lTETpA8RT1dN-huL3H04/s200/Donkey_Kong_Jr._(arcade_game).png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262829107692294306" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" >They had the very best toys.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Coleco Vision.</span></span> Which included such addicting games as <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Lady Bug</span>, Donkey Kong, Donkey Kong Jr., <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Smurfs</span>, and James Bond. There was a drawer in the sewing room filled with treasures. One was an old checkbook. I loved playing with it and writing out pretend checks. Mom's old barbie doll with the pink plastic ski's. She had those old plastic eyelashes, the ones that were part of the mold for her head. And curly dark hair. Once I tried to curl her hair a little bit more with the curling iron and she suffered a severe case of alopecia forever more. In the closet was a puppet on strings that refused to be untangled. A thin clear plastic oval that contained water, and blue and white sand inside that swirled and made cool designs as you moved it around. An oversized stuffed <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">alligator</span> that eventually came home with us. I remeber having left some toys out during one visit. Expecting them to still be in the same place when we returned I was surprised to find them put away. Instead of simply assuming that grandma had cleaned up, I imagined that she must has some other grandkids that I wasn't related to and didn't know about that visited her when I wasn't there. (not that she had another family or anything, I just didn't understand about genetics and such I guess.)<br /><br />So now I will remember to keep a few important toys from my children. So that their own kids and play with and love them as much as I loved playing with toys at your house too.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">xoxo love always,</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Amber</span>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-25232681199710923962008-10-19T20:17:00.001-07:002008-10-29T22:43:20.783-07:00Thoughts on potting training<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpXnn6u_iM5o-jbjO4qIpqZz14_KpzKcsnpjmgayr7-NQy1QFSqZ9T87N7VxnY9KszGqTUDqYv-He9uAHVZQ13xpLNhU8q6g6VvJ9bj13NUjod92nKOpyvoxoUGF1dbJqM2-9O2Pa5UM/s1600-h/Picture+192.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpXnn6u_iM5o-jbjO4qIpqZz14_KpzKcsnpjmgayr7-NQy1QFSqZ9T87N7VxnY9KszGqTUDqYv-He9uAHVZQ13xpLNhU8q6g6VvJ9bj13NUjod92nKOpyvoxoUGF1dbJqM2-9O2Pa5UM/s320/Picture+192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262816824657367954" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br />Thoughts on potting training. When potty training Madeline, she would pee in her underwear. So I took them off, and she walked around in a darling little shirt, with her <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" >cute little bum cheeks</span> hanging out the backside. We put the potting training toilet in the front room so we could have quick access. It worked like a charm. I think she may have had only one or two accidents. After two weeks of that, we put on the panties and <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">she was good</span></span> to go. A few months later we started on the night time training and it went very well. Although I did feel bad waking her up in the middle of the night to go potty. Especially since it was in the winter in West Virginia and we had one meezily little heater in the bathroom. It was the only vent in the entire upstairs. Still, I think she may have wet the bed only once or twice. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Potty training was such a breeze</span></span>. Oh how naive I was.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1UXjFBg7_8Ln9ZNS5SMjjwjiXFSeEJRlvWRopKUJBZGkHPo_BUEoHdKD4alIMVOAdQKI56VEEL5qO9GqBpC7VetTtWqISx4snOwZKzahPtBH9Xjvm7my2ZBJ-3M5NJZMmZVHebCXP1s/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1UXjFBg7_8Ln9ZNS5SMjjwjiXFSeEJRlvWRopKUJBZGkHPo_BUEoHdKD4alIMVOAdQKI56VEEL5qO9GqBpC7VetTtWqISx4snOwZKzahPtBH9Xjvm7my2ZBJ-3M5NJZMmZVHebCXP1s/s320/DSC00550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262816817609645218" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Logan helped dispelled my confidence and ability to easily and calmly train my child to use the potty. He is 4 and has<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"> no desire</span></span> to use the toilet. He will if we remind him, every hour. Left to his own devices he has more important things to do. Which includes pretty much anything and everything outside of the bathroom. Two nights I accidentally forgot to put a pull-up on him at bedtime. I woke up in the morning to a<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> <span style="font-size:130%;">perfectly dry</span></span> son. I am proud to report that it has been over 2 weeks and not one single bed wetting accident to date. I wish I could say as much about the day. Never-the-less, I keep hoping that one of these days the light will turn on and he will suddenly say<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"> "mom, I have to go potty!"</span></span>.<br /><br />One thing Logan does <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">very well</span></span> is sing children's songs. He sings them<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> so well</span></span> that when we sing them, we sing them his way. <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" >Fast like lightening</span>. It is funny. And we laugh and laugh and then sing some more. <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">I really love my son</span></span>.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">xoxo,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">Amber</span></span>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-7224238950338958712008-10-19T19:41:00.000-07:002008-10-19T20:17:09.106-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDp_lRt_pVT_RgCyF_sPPxOYljaKhKZsAxcUoHfuI771Eb5cv14Kex6SmqG-amHILTKHB043Fu1Zp6zAG5xE3HeAJVtQEgXL6fYvGrj_sef7MtUJ88vQwGs3gtGoeoS4E8KFYz_4ufBY/s1600-h/march+house+08+002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDp_lRt_pVT_RgCyF_sPPxOYljaKhKZsAxcUoHfuI771Eb5cv14Kex6SmqG-amHILTKHB043Fu1Zp6zAG5xE3HeAJVtQEgXL6fYvGrj_sef7MtUJ88vQwGs3gtGoeoS4E8KFYz_4ufBY/s200/march+house+08+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259069548405958322" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLQdcMMfulm2S1v3v2HJwxdQJYhCc1YSARiS4QHA3pTnJFC_TqV89uUhPKsa4PDzX9S9sSJezNiPrlUZLH-mJxHI3w21VFrXYdWhyiQJLp-jIOGr6GAgSsxfGo_Y-RoBHeaB2F03E_bY/s1600-h/march+house+08+003.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLQdcMMfulm2S1v3v2HJwxdQJYhCc1YSARiS4QHA3pTnJFC_TqV89uUhPKsa4PDzX9S9sSJezNiPrlUZLH-mJxHI3w21VFrXYdWhyiQJLp-jIOGr6GAgSsxfGo_Y-RoBHeaB2F03E_bY/s200/march+house+08+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259069551819048434" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">So tonigh</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">t</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> </span>my children and I were eating our lovely dinner, (actually it was terrible, really really terrible. I didn't even make the kids eat <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">ONE</span> bite of fish it was so bad) and watching an old Newhart episode. It's one where some grandma lady gets thrown in jail. So my daughter Madeline turns to me and asks, "mom, has anyone in your family ever been to jail or broken out of jail before?" To which I reply a resounding "no.". "Neither do I" she replies and I burst out laughing because she and I are in the same family. Kids are so cute.<br /><br />Luke's latest move is to throw both arms straight up in the air and<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">shout with glee</span>. He does it many times a day. It is adorable. I would show you but my dear husband is in Utah with both the camera and my camcorder fixing up the new digs for our arrival in a few weeks. Wish I was there too.<br /><br />Originally Tom and I had planned on making a little trip out of moving home. We were going to take some "scenic" route and do a mini vacation/moving home trip. Well, his schedule became so that it was just a moving home trip. And one day last week I had a moment of terrifying enlightenment. We were driving home in a Subaru wagon with a newly potty trained four year old (and I use potty trained loosely here, it really means taking him to the toilet once an hour and teasing/begging/bribing him to go potty), a still-nursing 11 month old, and not one but TWO Siamese cats that <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">HATE THE CAR</span></span>. Seriously, they cry for<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> hours</span> on end. And so do we. So I calmly sat down with my husband and begged him to let me fly the kids home. I would gladly fly for 1 hour and 40 minutes all alone with three children than take a drive like that anytime. We would probably not make it. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't make it.<br /><br />Tonight we watched my favorite Baby Einstein. For those of you who don't know we love all things Baby Einstein. Seriously, it's the bomb. Madeline who's 7 <span style="font-style: italic;">still</span> watches it when it's on. And I don't even count it as tv time because it's classical music (mostly) and images. Which is great because no matter how many times we've seen it (not in a row of course but over the years), <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm </span>not sick of it. I'd have burn any other movie by now after that many viewings. So the point was that we are watching my favorite one, Baby Einstein Santa. I love <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Christmas</span>. And <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Thanksgiving</span>. And snow. And I get to be home. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Alleluia amen.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">xoxo always,</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Amber</span>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-77049826430943153392008-10-14T22:15:00.000-07:002008-10-14T22:32:09.219-07:00Tyer Tuesdays....better than the zoo.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBbK11yVsOUV3OK5lUVABfQbtN4nVvUrNHmsQcPJTNSv-Vo8ZjrjaxrxV_AzPM863_7heOzVkU4uWZthA5gjP5DsN01eDxfr9NMMY-9rCO4VDYn6F2kINj538B5FSWYv7IFZbzTtKYS2Y/s1600-h/108.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBbK11yVsOUV3OK5lUVABfQbtN4nVvUrNHmsQcPJTNSv-Vo8ZjrjaxrxV_AzPM863_7heOzVkU4uWZthA5gjP5DsN01eDxfr9NMMY-9rCO4VDYn6F2kINj538B5FSWYv7IFZbzTtKYS2Y/s320/108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257248883774915810" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">I think that the animals came</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">because they knew how fun it was to be at the Tyer house. For a while there was a chicken that made a home somewhere in the scrub oak. She had free run of the grounds, and Gramps would get fresh eggs for breakfast. Seems like a pretty good deal to me. There was some rusted out car next to the shed. Never even noticed it until some cat decided that it was the perfect spot to have some baby kittens. I'm pretty sure I remeber rumor of a skunk that stopped by temporarily too. But my favorite one was a particularly spunky racoon. One of the special nights we got to stay at their house, a racoon that had been visiting decided to come indoors for a bit. He found gramps' lighter and scurried under a bed. I remember peeking under it with gramps and you could see the tiny sparks as he was playing with the lighter. Not a good combo. Don't really remember how they got him out, guess that wasn't the fun part.<br /><br />At the back of their house was this awesome covered deck. There was an apple tree that grew right next to it, and some vines that grew around the railing. It always felt a little like a hint of a cool jungle oasis there. And in the dusk of the summer day there would be a faint blue glow on the tiles, a soft melodic electric hum, that is until the bug zapper went zap and then the soft hum continued. Funny thing, I actually love the sound of bug zappers. It reminds me of summer evenings with gramps and grandma. (I know insects aren't animals but figured that this was as good as any time to reminisce about them too.)<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >xoxo always,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Amber</span><br /></span></span></span>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-25580622923012794402008-09-30T06:07:00.000-07:002008-10-14T22:10:01.342-07:00Happy Birthday to you!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyTqLxMgQRxZ_VTUC08igRUOvGvzK32W4AevNm6CtVRwx_LyzcI5VjfD8XEM_foBTrtVZy_e9kRbO9o2xxAKIlwCl4e6wuEGYFkvVAEA9eZzrBDmV9GVXV5g29mUM9Z2O3E2oA7uk9sfg/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyTqLxMgQRxZ_VTUC08igRUOvGvzK32W4AevNm6CtVRwx_LyzcI5VjfD8XEM_foBTrtVZy_e9kRbO9o2xxAKIlwCl4e6wuEGYFkvVAEA9eZzrBDmV9GVXV5g29mUM9Z2O3E2oA7uk9sfg/s320/Picture+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257242029239309394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbl1HXMCcGOKEHSABM0MLHNdQRuubdWvTWgeqVZR7BfxpNiwtO_eo2SuGcVQzMz4JqoUtcTl3PXz8vGfzdd7-HZ4PL1Jbd-ioiQ4Va0F-Y4KEOxOZbQE7xVn7_QZ8hcBMvJ7Ai8VBCGo/s1600-h/Picture+585.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbl1HXMCcGOKEHSABM0MLHNdQRuubdWvTWgeqVZR7BfxpNiwtO_eo2SuGcVQzMz4JqoUtcTl3PXz8vGfzdd7-HZ4PL1Jbd-ioiQ4Va0F-Y4KEOxOZbQE7xVn7_QZ8hcBMvJ7Ai8VBCGo/s320/Picture+585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257242034229241890" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Today is a very special day</span></span>. It is the 4t</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">h birthday of my first son. Logan was born in Marion Ohio. Tom did his OB rotation the last month of my pregnancy. So for my weekly appointment he was always there because he was doing his rotation with our OB. It was an exciting time. I couldn't wait to see my new baby boy, and I loved seeing my handsome husband working at the doctor's office.<br /><br />I am a very large pregnant woman. One of the patients that Tom saw after me told him, "I just saw a pregnant woman in the waiting room and she was huge!". She also said I was wearing </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">a black top and had to keep pulling it down. He told her I was having my baby in 2 days, but didn't say I was his wife. He didn't want her to feel embarrassed that she was talking about his wife.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I don't get offended about my pregnant weight, I really, truly am that huge.<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhheE7Cxo873TJ76IULlpg3SpzOxnuP93EWAq2HeeqY7rMvEis7Y6JMgST7NeoyxEPuUJaSKC31Dsn4zUlHk227oFuXcqKUkXT663XCmLaTrOOfor9Bbcu0-WI5GDKbZvmD4E2X5Jurl7s/s1600-h/dec07+007.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhheE7Cxo873TJ76IULlpg3SpzOxnuP93EWAq2HeeqY7rMvEis7Y6JMgST7NeoyxEPuUJaSKC31Dsn4zUlHk227oFuXcqKUkXT663XCmLaTrOOfor9Bbcu0-WI5GDKbZvmD4E2X5Jurl7s/s320/dec07+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257242043514659458" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Logan's birth was a very special one for me. I love kids, and babies. All of them. So I was so very thrilled to be having another of my very own. I have very large babies so c-sections are required. I was nervous, and a little scared. (After you've had one baby you know too much about what's coming ne</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">xt. And yes, you so quickly forget how hard it really is, until the day of the delivery when you're having your next when it all comes back to you so clearly) Tom, the love of my live, was by my side. When they placed all <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">9 lbs 7 oz</span> of him in my arms, an overwhelming feeling of love and peace came over me. Love for my son, love for my husband, and also the love that my Heavenly Father has for me. It was one of the times in my life that I have felt that Heaven is so much closer than we ever know.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Happy Birthday son, I love you with all my heart.</span></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMD1ovwbCBVJTEVDOUyRfQ36KmK0uPf8v00AggTsKadkqHSlG3guirtRvkaCezuRgkSJLJlBUiQhmphA3tOWhkjofr1YmZaogxuJEwPnKHCva3y_4KZuDT1nx39ovq6zWFTmvAa2_bF6k/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMD1ovwbCBVJTEVDOUyRfQ36KmK0uPf8v00AggTsKadkqHSlG3guirtRvkaCezuRgkSJLJlBUiQhmphA3tOWhkjofr1YmZaogxuJEwPnKHCva3y_4KZuDT1nx39ovq6zWFTmvAa2_bF6k/s320/DSC00355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257242726813523698" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">xoxo always,<br />Amber<br /></span>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-3758026806467615992008-09-26T18:14:00.000-07:002008-09-27T11:36:14.185-07:00Extra, extra ....read all about it!<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> <span style="font-size:180%;">So we have some really REALLY big news!!! Are you ready?</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8YybuwWoOQktb6a94VjAosYB6D74X6x0_AAOhgELtRLhuqKQWBu1I-d-TcsE93HpEomYMCkDl7qvwYlpXWaxeCpkSghr9G3PReJ4g_HoYJOpDYyHRrJabOZk_MnfPkF5Ak5LVRazXMI/s1600-h/prego.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8YybuwWoOQktb6a94VjAosYB6D74X6x0_AAOhgELtRLhuqKQWBu1I-d-TcsE93HpEomYMCkDl7qvwYlpXWaxeCpkSghr9G3PReJ4g_HoYJOpDYyHRrJabOZk_MnfPkF5Ak5LVRazXMI/s320/prego.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250513863051922418" border="0" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">No, not that. (I wish!)<br /><br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">We get to move HOME!!! We will officially be Utahns as of </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Thursday November 13th!</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" >(Although in our hearts we were never anything else BUT Utahns!)</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5brjUeRS-F9V-KH5hdeWizNH9gh1NU73XfXVDoOlARp1PxLzCiMht_H5BUSwg9w0zHCrHkG_PuQFTTrid9fYUkTh_dlsoWoCO_hKTGFZtR2jGqTNjAnONjqJdk2eLLfz72GQUaTIQreU/s1600-h/benlomond.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5brjUeRS-F9V-KH5hdeWizNH9gh1NU73XfXVDoOlARp1PxLzCiMht_H5BUSwg9w0zHCrHkG_PuQFTTrid9fYUkTh_dlsoWoCO_hKTGFZtR2jGqTNjAnONjqJdk2eLLfz72GQUaTIQreU/s320/benlomond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250770137238681762" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">So Tom's last shift is a swing shift on Nov 11th. He'll come home and sleep. The moving truck will pack us up on Wednesday and we</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">'ll hit the road. Probably spend the night in Moab and be home on Thursday. Can't think of a better birthday present for my little girl's 8th birthday than that. So get ready to have some good old Baker fun 'cause we're coming home for good. <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Alleluia Amen.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">xoxo always,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Amber</span><br /></div></div>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-61832852180115422752008-09-24T22:47:00.001-07:002008-10-29T22:19:01.735-07:00Let's go for a jog..........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuBInhyphenhyphen_GUovpQ5XGa6uNh3igvoWauMg7B8DZi7BIUPMfL729GiSwhX2fYOKvMjaz02BHYPe-pVG-mPE1KXpjspVn5JVdBuLuUfetrjFNo9nOaCUue1SGvpb3BchXwOBCM20vc-49syAc/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuBInhyphenhyphen_GUovpQ5XGa6uNh3igvoWauMg7B8DZi7BIUPMfL729GiSwhX2fYOKvMjaz02BHYPe-pVG-mPE1KXpjspVn5JVdBuLuUfetrjFNo9nOaCUue1SGvpb3BchXwOBCM20vc-49syAc/s400/DSC00517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262812065996560610" border="0" /></a><br />So far so good. I went twice this week. The kids do pretty well, Madie keeps up with me. Tom stresses out and won't let us take the ipod. He's scared we're going to get ran over by people backing out of driveways. So I take it anyway, and just put it in one ear. Madie listens to the other one and it works out pretty well.Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-51182735817917707872008-09-23T21:11:00.000-07:002008-09-27T11:17:57.868-07:00Tyer Tuesdays...grandmas garden<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XfgtOk0p0efitd0n34kE9bLrj6z20vMwwSh5uJcjaHMOropvvdZBqpMScxMNh0X32qq4lMIRJUD1HRfKSTre7xEiDcPsZcWvNaneg6dEBjheurjTLbVLON3dF0NjIYLgHkGchDCZYCY/s1600-h/004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XfgtOk0p0efitd0n34kE9bLrj6z20vMwwSh5uJcjaHMOropvvdZBqpMScxMNh0X32qq4lMIRJUD1HRfKSTre7xEiDcPsZcWvNaneg6dEBjheurjTLbVLON3dF0NjIYLgHkGchDCZYCY/s320/004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250762770524533346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">Gramps and Grandma had the most amazing yard I've ever seen anywhere.</span></span> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And it was the best yard a kid could ever ask for. The house was hidden behind what seemed to be a forest of scrub oak. (well, at least to a kid) There weren't any fences so you could just start hiking around. The side yard was wide. To the left against the house grew a wall of bamboo. On the right side was a long row of enormous pine trees that divided the yard from the neighbors. But in the side yard you never made it to the pine trees. There was the most amazing built up flower gardens you've ever seen. Nestled in the middle of it was a beautiful waterfall and small pond. I have many fond memories of sitting on the edge and cooling my feet in the pond while listening to the water trickle down the rocks. </span><br /><img style="font-family: verdana;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><img style="font-family: verdana;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vK8rJ_HRyisa3wR1Yw7Geap_HLPRbsUNqNy8txJHcYI76ButW3Rrphp-LVY_yPldNHyisYFQNFtm5wcZogNBsYdqm0yi5ZQy7izhGXM3zecXxU8xcbOe5rKlrVGJYvxgoR70S_NOOAk/s1600-h/cucumber-armenian.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vK8rJ_HRyisa3wR1Yw7Geap_HLPRbsUNqNy8txJHcYI76ButW3Rrphp-LVY_yPldNHyisYFQNFtm5wcZogNBsYdqm0yi5ZQy7izhGXM3zecXxU8xcbOe5rKlrVGJYvxgoR70S_NOOAk/s320/cucumber-armenian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250762762829508306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The backyard had at least 3 apple trees. And one was the perfect size for climbing in and hunkering down with a good book. Under the porch there was always the best growing mint leaves. The main flower garden was in the backyard. And behind that was a very large garden. I always loved to visit grandma and traps through her garden to see what treasures were growing there. And in late summer we always came home with pounds and pounds of freshly picked fruits and vegetables. Our favorite was hands down the Armenian Cucumber. They were huge. We would cut of large 6 inch chunks and just walk around the house eating them like candy. There was also a cherry tree, rasberry bushes, and blackberry bushes. Once when Stacy and I were out in the garden I stepped on something unusual. I looked down to see a dead bird and screamed. It was pretty gross. Never-the-less, her vegetable garden was my favorite. I never even paid attention to the flowers I was so busy looking through her bounty of plants. Because of her love of gardening, us grandkids love it too. I'm very excited to get back to Utah were I can grow a real garden of my very own. (I truly tried to in Arizona. I just don't get this hot weather gardening right. Sigh) Grandma could grow anything anywhere. And boy did she. I love you grandma!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;">xoxo always,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;">Amber</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tom's corner</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Having just brought up the subject of this beautiful planet and the food and beauty it provides us, Tom thought that this would be the perfect time to introduce his corner. The topic for the next few posts is going to be on recycling. The magazine Real Simple just had an article on this very topic and provided some great info that is helpful for us all.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Envelopes</span></span><br /><ul style="font-family: verdana;"><li>windowed envelopes - good</li><li>FedEx - good</li><li>Goldenrod - garbage (the dye is too much. Same with flourescent and dark paper)</li><li>Jiffy Paks - good<br /></li><li>Envelopes with bubble wrap - garbage</li><li>Tyvek - good. Send them to <br /></li></ul><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Tyvek Recycle</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Attn:Shirley B Wright</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> 2400 Elliham Ave #A</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Richmond VA 23237</span>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-26766840738337775792008-09-20T22:06:00.000-07:002008-09-21T20:27:59.278-07:00Fat and sassy<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkZAOLnk_B2XDPMlmJbCEuB5z5GBH5Up7go9LsUpiPYb8pNci1w8zknL1eykEDKSMfS2a0G8V5c6jjs_6Z1JFEe39z3PI06sP5YQQSRUCkVvce4tNaPWZ0rqHRVtq54w1Y20K5rimmPQ/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkZAOLnk_B2XDPMlmJbCEuB5z5GBH5Up7go9LsUpiPYb8pNci1w8zknL1eykEDKSMfS2a0G8V5c6jjs_6Z1JFEe39z3PI06sP5YQQSRUCkVvce4tNaPWZ0rqHRVtq54w1Y20K5rimmPQ/s320/DSC00495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248680940982794466" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">In January </span>my<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" > fantastic sil Naloni</span> had a "Biggest Loser" contest and I lost <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" >23 pounds</span>. Well, apparently I have no self control and I have sadly gained back<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">10</span> </span></span>of those. I am<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">fat and flabby</span></span></span>. So....I am going to start running. Something that I hate. But, I really want to start doing races. I don't know why, but ever since I watched<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">aunt Colleen</span></span> do a marathon I've really wanted to. <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">It was the coolest thing ever</span>. (to watch her that is) Maybe I'll grow into the running thing. But I really REALLY hate to run. I digress. So the reason I am spilling my guts to all of you is I need to be <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">encouraged</span>. (Badgered is more like it but I'm putting a nice spin on it) So I am going to start taking note of my running as post scripts in my blog. I'm going to follow the training schedule of the <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Couch-to-5K Running Plan</span> and run Mon, Wed, Fri. So please please please ask me how my run went so I will run because I don't want to <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">embarrass</span> myself by telling you that I missed it. <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Thank you in advance!</span> Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that it's to train to do a 5k with my also inspiring sister<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"> Stacy</span> on Thanksgiving. (If you want to join with us that would be AWESOME. And if not, I understand. I really hate running. Oh, and I'm starting monday September 22. (If it's in writing I can't make up excuses, right?)<br /><br />And also, (because I'm motivationally challenged by myself) I would like to host my own "Biggest Loser" competition starting in January so if you would like to join please let me know. I promise it will be lots of fun and very informative.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1gT8H6VHrEerbKn9Q6ukd7_9MUfUoHvUMRC6cnUdbIhjDVqqFUpjuBCNLPnpZvckNyUECR_sOqBjkD9n1IF5xi34AyuYGlDTR0MuERdz9YFTWXe15jUAgsg_hqH2z9QRwM0xPB3rL-c/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1gT8H6VHrEerbKn9Q6ukd7_9MUfUoHvUMRC6cnUdbIhjDVqqFUpjuBCNLPnpZvckNyUECR_sOqBjkD9n1IF5xi34AyuYGlDTR0MuERdz9YFTWXe15jUAgsg_hqH2z9QRwM0xPB3rL-c/s320/DSC00206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248680933655771202" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Anyhoo,</span> one day Tom asked Madie to go grab him a shirt from the closet. So being daddy's little girl,<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> (teasing gene and all) </span>she grabbed one of my shirts. She ran in telling Tom she got his favorite shirt ever! I was surprised to see him put it one and couldn't pass up sharing. Feel free to tease and harass. (because we're coming home soon and then it's a free for all for Tom)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNHSZcYMHSfqp_QqQehPHjtcLalHOIJyphtFYPIFD6FaXnrRNUvhi2CimCHtzn8WGPR28VAJo1JZO1USxPLydyNRCjWWywRNwMleODka1X_iAeON9HPyvpad4E1FudobhDyHqtiXIRqXs/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNHSZcYMHSfqp_QqQehPHjtcLalHOIJyphtFYPIFD6FaXnrRNUvhi2CimCHtzn8WGPR28VAJo1JZO1USxPLydyNRCjWWywRNwMleODka1X_iAeON9HPyvpad4E1FudobhDyHqtiXIRqXs/s200/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248673359662165858" border="0" /></a> My little lover. Kisses sweet baby of mine.<br />xoxo always,<br /><br />Amber<br /><h1><br /></h1>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-89770502908256517942008-09-20T21:24:00.000-07:002008-09-20T22:58:57.203-07:00...writing about climbing is boring. I would rather go climbing. Chuck Pratt<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwDpyMqCichPbzE9Y7vjE4obRPoYWQHO8Vu_9tPVc-Zx6YaSIMLcR_Mojz2_NlX-XMcLkuItAvrgM0LzCMw3X992T_wi_vRhSqdzmvyGpLrEsM8MXeSO99MBgEUe7Nf35JJzxYb7w-zk/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwDpyMqCichPbzE9Y7vjE4obRPoYWQHO8Vu_9tPVc-Zx6YaSIMLcR_Mojz2_NlX-XMcLkuItAvrgM0LzCMw3X992T_wi_vRhSqdzmvyGpLrEsM8MXeSO99MBgEUe7Nf35JJzxYb7w-zk/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248346869477738402" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">As many of you know, my dear and awesome husband <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Tom</span> recently climbed <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" >Mt. Rainier</span>. It was simply amazing. I have to say I'm<span style="font-size:180%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >pretty dang proud</span> of the handsome fella. Before he left I was very nervous about his safety. Now that he's been able to explain how excellent the guides are and the whole process, I feel much better. Now he has developed a<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> "passion"</span> for real mountain climbing, he plans to do many more. Some of them are <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Denali, Antartica, Acancagua, and Choy Oyo</span>. (I'm sure that there's more) Plus, I'm sure when his best friend Blair finishes his residency he'll be right along side of him, which is a very comforting thought. (Or maybe I should be more scared?)</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_YtGJr0Ao1kH_lJapK3Bji0eoOeuLSnJzyEP2kUOP5drDrGueLRtIaxgmyET7bCm3ekwQG3VHV0j6mhjzhyGi9HgyXU0zfX3UeQGVe-G0Sv6sYSiYWt1BTVJD3E-7ovrJzNkVsZVs3A/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_YtGJr0Ao1kH_lJapK3Bji0eoOeuLSnJzyEP2kUOP5drDrGueLRtIaxgmyET7bCm3ekwQG3VHV0j6mhjzhyGi9HgyXU0zfX3UeQGVe-G0Sv6sYSiYWt1BTVJD3E-7ovrJzNkVsZVs3A/s320/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248344264529509874" border="0" /></a>This is a pic from camp 1 at 12,000 feet. He left this camp at <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">2 am</span> to get the the summit. He arrived at the summit at 7 am.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2TAg2ebXXOnaLu5t68x6b9ik9Ad9QlaTXQjaao8ApV9aF9LdhiElYGCULfj0A-wbvI80YLfT2zZ-DZxAN13vCy37F_GxzBtPikIAhtTCPMzCIKSxv1ivAfu_TUlcxMttYlT8CO-46zVg/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2TAg2ebXXOnaLu5t68x6b9ik9Ad9QlaTXQjaao8ApV9aF9LdhiElYGCULfj0A-wbvI80YLfT2zZ-DZxAN13vCy37F_GxzBtPikIAhtTCPMzCIKSxv1ivAfu_TUlcxMttYlT8CO-46zVg/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248344271176576018" border="0" /></a>This is also taken from camp 1.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FK-KrWXU7YaSlI4q3SHUFmqzgl-gn_UPMy-U2e-mBZcmXyLTqUW5duuCPQ2t18aE2VxrMHA_zIkIRcPM5KTYESqVUjy86hJjoRJh8b5e7ll3536hMKpOBWPG1OTE-hMCQtgmbSYFNSM/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FK-KrWXU7YaSlI4q3SHUFmqzgl-gn_UPMy-U2e-mBZcmXyLTqUW5duuCPQ2t18aE2VxrMHA_zIkIRcPM5KTYESqVUjy86hJjoRJh8b5e7ll3536hMKpOBWPG1OTE-hMCQtgmbSYFNSM/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248344273632976690" border="0" /></a>This is his guide Chris. He's an engineer. This is the summit at <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">14,400 feet</span></span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVx6O9cOzikI2Ie4jlSiYwyG6Lv0fEg2QfMahnFucQZbBBQMHM2ga1UKMMQjYEK0VPYcn6C3nSnMYr5y4mQuQrZ-z-J10j0L4WmtxrIlhYFiaxCU5vzwiFOB5wkhIjyZlYY4_Va0HZFYg/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVx6O9cOzikI2Ie4jlSiYwyG6Lv0fEg2QfMahnFucQZbBBQMHM2ga1UKMMQjYEK0VPYcn6C3nSnMYr5y4mQuQrZ-z-J10j0L4WmtxrIlhYFiaxCU5vzwiFOB5wkhIjyZlYY4_Va0HZFYg/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248344278884431874" border="0" /></a>This is the day before he climbed. The weather was bad and blew threw just in time for them to climb.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpIczO83EEId21FCdaPGwcE09GQcbardQ14twsV7Q0V2bk2zO3deT65Mn0qIocdjPn1CQbwZhR-o-Y9DWH6PrOcJyCiTctdmbtBen8Qybn5H8d-Zf0acD2kWHdZ_x8Qy7_I_yKUfmko8/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpIczO83EEId21FCdaPGwcE09GQcbardQ14twsV7Q0V2bk2zO3deT65Mn0qIocdjPn1CQbwZhR-o-Y9DWH6PrOcJyCiTctdmbtBen8Qybn5H8d-Zf0acD2kWHdZ_x8Qy7_I_yKUfmko8/s320/DSC00314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248346864268140786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:78%;">Although this </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >looks</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> like it was taken after he came down the mountain, it's actually the </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >next day</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> after a full nights sleep. Poor guy.</span><br /></span></span>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-3634160260711148682008-09-18T23:19:00.000-07:002008-09-18T23:23:20.186-07:00Someone special.......<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Someone I know that is<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> very special</span></span> just celebrated his <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">birthday</span>. He has darling curly hair and a mischievous <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">smile</span>. He loves to laugh, take baths <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">(seriously, it's a daily thing)</span>, tumble and romp ar</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ound with his older brothers, and snuggle and harass the baby. But one of his very most favorite things of all is to watch a show and dress up as the main hero. Some of his favorites are <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Star Wars</span></span>, <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Indiana Jones</span></span>, and currently <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Zorro</span></span>. Do you know who this darling big boy is?<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">It's Trevor!</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">H</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">a</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">p</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">p</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">y</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">B</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">i</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">r</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">t</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">h</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">d</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">a</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">y</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Trevor!</span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRoRBjgL6zkDZUQL3IT-5mRUTnExwkwA7AKphKX1Ay74F65CY_-_WxihV0GmdNYhuUnWYh4HxQxhLBSPfYx3ZL8bWqpi0G950DbCQJUzbPfp-m0WaF8kWISlc5TL8ytmotWerIZnEECE/s1600-h/IMG_6694%5B1%5D.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRoRBjgL6zkDZUQL3IT-5mRUTnExwkwA7AKphKX1Ay74F65CY_-_WxihV0GmdNYhuUnWYh4HxQxhLBSPfYx3ZL8bWqpi0G950DbCQJUzbPfp-m0WaF8kWISlc5TL8ytmotWerIZnEECE/s400/IMG_6694%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-77942242986205371302008-09-18T21:40:00.000-07:002008-09-18T23:22:52.783-07:00Dump truck races....<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh6f6Iipffw1FkgZDhxhzHhGOHSEOCIFPLigzdl1pViVWZIp1NCp6YP_6IORv170cSu-_BMrUC9cRdaiaHNY0Ug1GC12JcTHEvu1jQpHlDyoSGszPFwb_glqiu22Zyc2db-oR2Dkhq5o/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh6f6Iipffw1FkgZDhxhzHhGOHSEOCIFPLigzdl1pViVWZIp1NCp6YP_6IORv170cSu-_BMrUC9cRdaiaHNY0Ug1GC12JcTHEvu1jQpHlDyoSGszPFwb_glqiu22Zyc2db-oR2Dkhq5o/s200/DSC00465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247612308316784946" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOUj6PSv1zpffWepk0QDSO8llciS1cp4IgDTEEn9pvlc3wTP7uRjr5-NfRolSuipRT90UhLVAkijUlRxuDJxcIXOCADk2UkPnNTWVxGN8Y79bn6Q-K8TX_BxM07jZbZ3z9Ez6qUIF8Cps/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOUj6PSv1zpffWepk0QDSO8llciS1cp4IgDTEEn9pvlc3wTP7uRjr5-NfRolSuipRT90UhLVAkijUlRxuDJxcIXOCADk2UkPnNTWVxGN8Y79bn6Q-K8TX_BxM07jZbZ3z9Ez6qUIF8Cps/s200/DSC00469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247612314558103026" border="0" /></a></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-qv54Y-5JuqH-6cZm3CHLSPxlEyz1mOLLa3e4ZwjcmFa5KXiK3FRBuf1mcRf07L00sVIiNTc2BoYiIwvsAVAfarEuDj685tM-7TYI8tq_hcb-vx-EuuG6djJGFsyYXwNeEsedfLlFjQ/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-qv54Y-5JuqH-6cZm3CHLSPxlEyz1mOLLa3e4ZwjcmFa5KXiK3FRBuf1mcRf07L00sVIiNTc2BoYiIwvsAVAfarEuDj685tM-7TYI8tq_hcb-vx-EuuG6djJGFsyYXwNeEsedfLlFjQ/s200/DSC00473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247612319012674610" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuQvfOxY7-ER9gfZlHEV-SZYPSRw2f5skaYAkUSwGv5nrUiK0Ic43Nm_S8MO1iAp7nP4AUQDd8UP1qgSeu2tFcBlK8L-_6EoHmavHN0UUZoWcoNtq9hn0jt5F_vcSjbkuiivCkE7qrJFU/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuQvfOxY7-ER9gfZlHEV-SZYPSRw2f5skaYAkUSwGv5nrUiK0Ic43Nm_S8MO1iAp7nP4AUQDd8UP1qgSeu2tFcBlK8L-_6EoHmavHN0UUZoWcoNtq9hn0jt5F_vcSjbkuiivCkE7qrJFU/s200/DSC00475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247612323497717010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Running <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >a large </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >metal dump truck</span> with one of the kids inside seems to be the grand plan for the aft</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ernoon. Madie and Logan <span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" >raced up and down the hall</span>, laughing and running until they were<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"> sweaty</span></span>. I c</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">arefully guarded Luke by placing him in the highchair. He <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">loves</span> to watch the kids play. Wish it was big enough for me!<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">xoxo always,</span><br /><br />Amber<br /></span></span>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-85057893687114975832008-09-17T22:51:00.001-07:002008-09-18T23:04:43.731-07:00A new perspective...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21P1itVIKYFvEe-MQY9XoVmueqNSCwZv1tZZ7I9hi7g39Leb5GXVNb5HQ6VRLU_C2k0QlTLjug_JWVZ3ckPb1ZjBt1AxhYqxumFBBzPaT4fw4M_A0BzD62hB3wdoseo9fjX6Nd0tYwwo/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21P1itVIKYFvEe-MQY9XoVmueqNSCwZv1tZZ7I9hi7g39Leb5GXVNb5HQ6VRLU_C2k0QlTLjug_JWVZ3ckPb1ZjBt1AxhYqxumFBBzPaT4fw4M_A0BzD62hB3wdoseo9fjX6Nd0tYwwo/s200/DSC00396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247598528192720082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogwBpSKgeCmwgI_eEgGZYoskjH_y53DyB8LoXHWV6KAucWeTlomvvm27oKd2X-yamudVSGC_VMwqXUKyu_kilBFZ0aIS3I_yKjeKh8fjj7bYdfVJiqsAy6aDqmER084ktPxOwHI3EZs4/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogwBpSKgeCmwgI_eEgGZYoskjH_y53DyB8LoXHWV6KAucWeTlomvvm27oKd2X-yamudVSGC_VMwqXUKyu_kilBFZ0aIS3I_yKjeKh8fjj7bYdfVJiqsAy6aDqmER084ktPxOwHI3EZs4/s200/DSC00398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247598531402144530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh853RHGrKNDywBtPe4rPB830Yn7QzuUISzDREGgb8LtR2YWhI4qqJz5Igjqzuq8D1Iz8S4AQF5tfkOBSXy8z4VQHFl9mWWeJEMP1PbZns_qrYPHXCZ3R8X0jcd_5ZybdsY36a1JnGlInk/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh853RHGrKNDywBtPe4rPB830Yn7QzuUISzDREGgb8LtR2YWhI4qqJz5Igjqzuq8D1Iz8S4AQF5tfkOBSXy8z4VQHFl9mWWeJEMP1PbZns_qrYPHXCZ3R8X0jcd_5ZybdsY36a1JnGlInk/s200/DSC00411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247601629623423186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmt3bnCFZoxM9q6Bco4Hq5hJoxhgNhLRctqWfcuMTQhDGJDqQglpTK-4z2yF3Y3H-KDRqOXqAvqdM6E665wPr0xW2cfhDWtIapIPsWoD3jAQZL_I1TqnFAX9LSvIo7BZZjArH6Nik3foY/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmt3bnCFZoxM9q6Bco4Hq5hJoxhgNhLRctqWfcuMTQhDGJDqQglpTK-4z2yF3Y3H-KDRqOXqAvqdM6E665wPr0xW2cfhDWtIapIPsWoD3jAQZL_I1TqnFAX9LSvIo7BZZjArH6Nik3foY/s200/DSC00408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247598537446244786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvQBoNfPaAWY4-zG3dpIfAM0MP29XAH3YFwEADcklzB5lWFKk2tui8_r0bjn223Noihgg-7QZN-CgSr8K78nCOBEyarWWobXs3vTi2XJ3eG-Jj1mEmmyBW26iNDZlvUHVdAeCzVQQqbM/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvQBoNfPaAWY4-zG3dpIfAM0MP29XAH3YFwEADcklzB5lWFKk2tui8_r0bjn223Noihgg-7QZN-CgSr8K78nCOBEyarWWobXs3vTi2XJ3eG-Jj1mEmmyBW26iNDZlvUHVdAeCzVQQqbM/s200/DSC00410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247598548120189106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" >Closeup of Luke (very closeup), Baby Einstein, ceiling fan, Baby Eistein, ceiling fan AND Baby Einst</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" >ein. </span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">As I got </span>on the computer tonight to catch up on some blogging, I downloaded so <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">new pics</span> I took the last couple of days. Imagine my surprise when I come across <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">these pictures</span>. Logan must have snuck in some of his own photos when I was busy elsewhere.<br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">***********************</span><br /><br />The kids were playing<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">o</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">utside</span></span> yesterday. It must be finally getting <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >cooler</span> if they can go outside in the afternoon now. (<span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Cooler</span> is relative btw, that's like <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">98</span> or<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> 100</span>)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVJFlEMTX5qBzS4b1zLakbSJSV3yr4ngXVPP-kXbmj3FlHJsinCCU9rowQQDyZkZZ0bEqUu7pI2HUPjZC1vGaaEW4RVj-ZH4nlqKDWgLGGGf_V9IqOSMRz5gVrKRXS22lhyphenhyphenFhOJB8Y0E/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVJFlEMTX5qBzS4b1zLakbSJSV3yr4ngXVPP-kXbmj3FlHJsinCCU9rowQQDyZkZZ0bEqUu7pI2HUPjZC1vGaaEW4RVj-ZH4nlqKDWgLGGGf_V9IqOSMRz5gVrKRXS22lhyphenhyphenFhOJB8Y0E/s320/DSC00442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247604427082987906" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkkxS6QfZHPZJJ4IQhHUArRoy0XT3eZEstQfnmbz3hpmZZBWjuLgpABjr7LqLRgVyQgWa_3PWurT94mevrb3MxqmXwWgz49nT1JRlLprMUJ50e3JjxbBVhdW1BHI1lGlauDXL_XbjO-oM/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkkxS6QfZHPZJJ4IQhHUArRoy0XT3eZEstQfnmbz3hpmZZBWjuLgpABjr7LqLRgVyQgWa_3PWurT94mevrb3MxqmXwWgz49nT1JRlLprMUJ50e3JjxbBVhdW1BHI1lGlauDXL_XbjO-oM/s320/DSC00450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247605310637945490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Logan is in his underwear, we are potty training <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">STILL</span>. <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> (at least I haven't given up all together, that's better, right?)</span><br /><br />All that <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">RED LUSHES HAIR</span>, just lovely.<br /><br /> *******************<br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm00yIIfSfQpYrIM3AadFpa73BnMYoQRTLPXe5yPgrcWVNMqvM51aEva-hBCzsikX-UBiQ6FjbufJ1Es2_UuMCRPifAJER7_5HfsB5Wji1uIVePFerx_xeGjFuia-ClYAS0A6l5EayHqE/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm00yIIfSfQpYrIM3AadFpa73BnMYoQRTLPXe5yPgrcWVNMqvM51aEva-hBCzsikX-UBiQ6FjbufJ1Es2_UuMCRPifAJER7_5HfsB5Wji1uIVePFerx_xeGjFuia-ClYAS0A6l5EayHqE/s200/DSC00429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247606374463304114" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KnEL9D3ijqBKrf9bdPrBONF_Dlnd1wgZtBUwiDU6Jqbm5g9OyjQzl3psoVVstqhZp8O8mbzDXmNtPbDdNheZ6pnuqllOsetQQ7GD2HHAsTn9p79A-x08sXQYp_W7JKITHQQIZnjS65I/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KnEL9D3ijqBKrf9bdPrBONF_Dlnd1wgZtBUwiDU6Jqbm5g9OyjQzl3psoVVstqhZp8O8mbzDXmNtPbDdNheZ6pnuqllOsetQQ7GD2HHAsTn9p79A-x08sXQYp_W7JKITHQQIZnjS65I/s200/DSC00440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247606377327624530" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_e_uvQXSRFMG9xk0KNk617YuJrSfl_ViIxR-5HsuP2nXhVio4C4GsMRtn0tOYEmVnnS5FgbE2elieRqN4B8XnIVDik5k3vJyIX62Q2MNnY_pmSlT5u91H2APg2vmITPOSSJiaxflgED8/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_e_uvQXSRFMG9xk0KNk617YuJrSfl_ViIxR-5HsuP2nXhVio4C4GsMRtn0tOYEmVnnS5FgbE2elieRqN4B8XnIVDik5k3vJyIX62Q2MNnY_pmSlT5u91H2APg2vmITPOSSJiaxflgED8/s200/DSC00435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247606383375906098" border="0" /></a> And <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">of co</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">u</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">rse</span> we can't forget Luke. The tongue comes standard on all models. Crawl is more like <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">four legged spider monkey</span></span> (he prefers to crawl with is feet not his knees). Logan is mauling Luke, also comes standard on <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">all models. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">me: Logan, don't put your finger in his mouth</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"> -toes in his mouth</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"> -undo his top seat beat (better for tickling he explained)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br />Logan: He likes it -or- He wants me too.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">me: Logan back up, stop hugging your brother</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br />Logan: He likes it</span><br /><br />The mauling part is really my fault actually. <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"> It's my genes</span>. I'm a mauler too as many of you will attest. I try to get Logan to snuggle and maul me instead, but it's just a temporary fix. Oh well. Someday his<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> wife</span> will be grateful. <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">xoxo </span>Always,<br /><br />AmberFine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-13566895837222203802008-09-16T23:21:00.000-07:002008-09-18T22:06:52.699-07:00Tyer Tuesdays.... my gramps<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXPX-CHH3R0ANcVINnnWnUgiP72noBrbZE4od3xtD-QPkyj1gCx4li49FW3doAQhn15h2FjK0P7vdFcA3AYWb4P2BQL_huOz_ux2VP1pLoTiVH5eF94a1nnmQ10edpb2uK_B_uI9m70o/s1600-h/115.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXPX-CHH3R0ANcVINnnWnUgiP72noBrbZE4od3xtD-QPkyj1gCx4li49FW3doAQhn15h2FjK0P7vdFcA3AYWb4P2BQL_huOz_ux2VP1pLoTiVH5eF94a1nnmQ10edpb2uK_B_uI9m70o/s320/115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247594157746502370" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><br /><br />I think this is my favorite picture of all.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Dick Daniel Tyer</span></span> was a great, great man. He always had the warmest smile. And he was so smart, it's seems he knew about absolutely everything, and could do anything. He built the house my mom grew up in with his own hands. One of my favorite things was the small waterfall and pond he built in the side yard. And his workshop was a sight to behold. He could fix anything. And he was always so interesting to talk to. I miss my visits with him. He was always tinkering around the house. I remember once going to visit and he was vacuuming out the coils in the fridge. And he kept right on going while he visited with me. I never knew two retired people to be as busy as my grandparents were. And boy were they technology savvy. They had us using the internet and email before the phrase www was ever coined. Gramps was a great man. He was always happy to help and loved to be with us. I love you gramps.<br /><br />xoxo Always,<br /><br />AmberFine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-15605458717893280772008-09-15T20:05:00.000-07:002008-10-17T20:58:04.643-07:00Jean Smith Photography<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpyRkkdxv996Y8wHC7_lnNic_V1tDNbtSVp4rQ-VW7xJ1er1uBLFZdov-IwdDNgaKohdSLKtKOQg0ZlOauLolALOyMBlsFRtV0f1svHE-6bzsoWNxMqU6ymQv9mSdfU4KGqnSSG3CTTI/s1600-h/Kids+Pics.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpyRkkdxv996Y8wHC7_lnNic_V1tDNbtSVp4rQ-VW7xJ1er1uBLFZdov-IwdDNgaKohdSLKtKOQg0ZlOauLolALOyMBlsFRtV0f1svHE-6bzsoWNxMqU6ymQv9mSdfU4KGqnSSG3CTTI/s400/Kids+Pics.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>My beautiful kidlets. A year and a half ago a great friend of ours took these wonderful photos. She truly is very talented, plus it helps when the subject is as breathtaking as this one! I'm so please with the pictures, I'm just sad I didn't think of it being a family photo. (what's wrong with me?) But next time she's in Utah you bet your buttons I'm going to hunt her down and beg her to take our pics. If you want to see her website, go <a href="http://www.jeansmithphotography.com/"> here</a> (and trust me, you really really should. She is amazing!).<br /><br />XOXO love,<br />Amber<br /><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-58174723984425886572008-09-12T12:15:00.000-07:002008-09-16T11:23:54.756-07:00I am rich!<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" >Have I ever told you that </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" >I am rich?</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"> Well I a</span><span style="font-size:100%;">m. I have a<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">sexy, </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">awesome, funny,</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">and extremely </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">handsome hus</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">band</span></span></span>. <span style="font-size:85%;">(and he's ALL mine!)</span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibYZqDXNx3NyHRgXMSu6OXpKwFqVp7Lg23rhsN4lY7tq6q4a61E3lcqOT1tk_MkGHlAVFzwlbeHUHeyOpquk5cywO6TtT6Rus23e5LuYT2o9hcr1SCtADEo29kH-y0BgElsYFfd-4udUU/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibYZqDXNx3NyHRgXMSu6OXpKwFqVp7Lg23rhsN4lY7tq6q4a61E3lcqOT1tk_MkGHlAVFzwlbeHUHeyOpquk5cywO6TtT6Rus23e5LuYT2o9hcr1SCtADEo29kH-y0BgElsYFfd-4udUU/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246681616299900386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">I have the most <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >beautiful, lo</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >vely, funny, sm</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >art little </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >red</span> that was eve</span><span style="font-size:100%;">r born.</span> She has the sweetest little angle kisses all across her cute little nose and smiley chee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8bGfP0jFThZXFOxYmhF8ZCzAxXhBkxo0zNxC7LfewhX0XmNXd6U-0564AWCmTFAeBoDj32Jx9oMp9DnVzNzP8hGPq98SDg4XpMvliT9CB3uCPlNIjC9bZjDIwHVpw-jFbc1rcU-0vV0/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8bGfP0jFThZXFOxYmhF8ZCzAxXhBkxo0zNxC7LfewhX0XmNXd6U-0564AWCmTFAeBoDj32Jx9oMp9DnVzNzP8hGPq98SDg4XpMvliT9CB3uCPlNIjC9bZjDIwHVpw-jFbc1rcU-0vV0/s200/DSC00164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246683764634732546" border="0" /></a>ks.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then there's my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">rambunctious</span>, funny, crazy, energetic little <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">brown eyed</span> </span>love. Every time hes smiles he gets a mischievous twinkle in his eye.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGyYSmfw2kHeWCQ_XjakFT4va-NRcwAbs8-rio8Z9R5XyhjuUTjJmJ7bLGPxx7ACw279kvye4PzXoIxLLBh0pdv0qtWk2t0Dh17pS-Bj-iaLiHa5k6xAku8Gkn7XVcGh-3Vb4bhyfFIk/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGyYSmfw2kHeWCQ_XjakFT4va-NRcwAbs8-rio8Z9R5XyhjuUTjJmJ7bLGPxx7ACw279kvye4PzXoIxLLBh0pdv0qtWk2t0Dh17pS-Bj-iaLiHa5k6xAku8Gkn7XVcGh-3Vb4bhyfFIk/s200/DSC00334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246685731739612402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKI0qlT2m81SLMNn_BuHxQM4Zx1FNJZSppb3HmZTwj9fB3gASu7r9RYZ9sszLgYzdsnmahO60mxusDHDylPVrAOcb5CtjykyemOnZf_0pRRpcuUmqpE3h_lFWHmEMhxm-ExWfTpmMvq30/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKI0qlT2m81SLMNn_BuHxQM4Zx1FNJZSppb3HmZTwj9fB3gASu7r9RYZ9sszLgYzdsnmahO60mxusDHDylPVrAOcb5CtjykyemOnZf_0pRRpcuUmqpE3h_lFWHmEMhxm-ExWfTpmMvq30/s200/DSC00352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246685387593100178" border="0" /></a>And <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE CUTEST, HAPPIEST, MOST ADORABLY LOVING LITTLE BABY BOY THAT WAS EVER BORN</span></span>. and I mean ever. ask anyone, you've never ever seen a little baby boy smile and laugh so much. I could just pinch his cute little cheeks right off and stick them in my pocket for a good luck charm. <span style="font-size:85%;">(not really but almost!)</span>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-47350541694960035412008-09-09T22:01:00.000-07:002008-09-15T09:45:02.180-07:00Tyer Tuesday.....sleepovers<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i392.photobucket.com/albums/pp5/tbaker27/773a5660-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket Image Hosting" border="0" /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Sleep overs at grandma's house </strong>is a necessary part of childhood. I loved sleeping over. I'm the oldest of three girls. We would all snuggle down in the couch hide-away bed (what do you call those things?) and gramps and grandma would tuck us in for bed. I remember feeling the most wonderful feelings of love, comfort, and safety when we were there. I would always wake up and there would be grandma in her tourquise robe and curlers </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">reading a book. And the delicious smell of fresh brewed coffee would be wafting through the air. Our family never drank coffee, but anytime I walk past the coffee bean aisle at the grocer I can't help but inhale deeply and smile as memories of gramps and grandma come flooding in. Later in the morning we always made cinnamon rolls. And of course they were yummy! I think I need to make some tomorrow....</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Love always, </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">XOXO</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Amber</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><br /><div> </div>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-26295956087609084222008-09-08T21:20:00.000-07:002008-09-15T09:02:58.688-07:00Time flies.....<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So I just looked at my blog and was startled to see that I haven't posted since last Tuesday! (I do think of things everyday to post about, sometimes twice a day.) I guess it just tak</span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">es time to get into the habit of it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">We were so blessed to have my lovely in-laws Susan and Jerry come to visit. The children had a ball and were sad to discover that it was just plain old mom to read stories to them tonight and not their wonderful Grandma Susan.</span><br /><a href="http://s392.photobucket.com/albums/pp5/tbaker27/?action=view&current=c15fbb2f-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i392.photobucket.com/albums/pp5/tbaker27/c15fbb2f-1.jpg" alt="logan" border="0" /></a></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Logan is showing me how a dinosaur eats an In and Out burger. Luke is just happy to be in the middle of it all. We went to to eat, shop, and watched movies all weekend. Tom went to get something to put all of his files home and he also brought home this. Given our love of all things Baby Einstein I was pleased. Luke was too. Our other two managed to entertain themselves with it's very large box. They would have Grandma Susan hold the lid shut and then tip over. (Sorry for the large size issues. I'm not so html and blog savvy just yet)</span></span></span><a href="http://s392.photobucket.com/albums/pp5/tbaker27/?action=view&current=c15fbb2f-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i392.photobucket.com/albums/pp5/tbaker27/5ed9a3f6-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><a href="http://s392.photobucket.com/albums/pp5/tbaker27/?action=view&current=578fe7de.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i392.photobucket.com/albums/pp5/tbaker27/578fe7de.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-21669690075804240892008-09-01T21:43:00.000-07:002008-09-15T09:44:47.376-07:00Tyer Tuesdays<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://s392.photobucket.com/albums/pp5/tbaker27/?action=view&current=617b7ee0-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i392.photobucket.com/albums/pp5/tbaker27/617b7ee0-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">My wonderful grandparents passed away this year. Unfortunately, because I live so far away I was not able to visit them as much as I would have liked. At Christmas I wrote a letter to them letting them know how much I loved and appreciated them, but was not able to get it to them. So I am dedicating Tuesdays as a day to remember their wonderful influence in my life.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The one thing that they did better than anything else in the world was to love and adore each other. They were often working out in the yard, making dinner, or working on the house together. Grandpa would come in hot, sweaty, and tired from working on something and the first thing he would always ask was, "what can I do for you sweetie?". And my cute little grandma was a bit bossy, and grandpa took it all in stride, never once complaining or argueing. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">A few years ago grandma was diagnosed with Parkinsons' and neuropathy. So she became shaky and she no longer had feeling in her feet and hands. Grandpa carved her a cane, got walkie talkies, and a walker. Even so, she feel down one day and broke her hip. Because of her quickly progessing Parkinsons', she was never able to walk again. She could maybe go a couple of steps, or move from the wheel chair to the toilet with help. But that was it. And over more than 4 years it steadily got worse. Gramps never complained. He took care of her night and day, eventually even changing daipers. And still he took care of her. He bought a new mini van, an electric wheel chair, and cellphones for each of them. He sold his house in the country and moved to SLC so that they would be by family for help, but mostly to be by better doctors for grandma. And he was happy to serve. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I'm so glad I have such a wonderful and loving set of grandparents that showed me how to be the very best kind of spouse. I love my husband very much and it's so very important that he knows that always. Thank you gramps and grandma for all of the loving memories you've given me over the years.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">xoxo always,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Amber</span></div>Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-82358706104911792302008-08-30T21:10:00.000-07:002008-09-15T09:44:15.865-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt15YhL-AwfdwR39MMNJcF5XKcrS-4O62CnaXg6e1BSDBIHqLtduuVf7dd6JeDCPsTvb2hXiDkIZOtq2wBCMVYJyOOMlLKqEGibq-au6dG85O36QiDFzaBLtXdZPkY0XT_qfD9RyulRsU/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt15YhL-AwfdwR39MMNJcF5XKcrS-4O62CnaXg6e1BSDBIHqLtduuVf7dd6JeDCPsTvb2hXiDkIZOtq2wBCMVYJyOOMlLKqEGibq-au6dG85O36QiDFzaBLtXdZPkY0XT_qfD9RyulRsU/s320/DSC00195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240532767960874786" border="0" /></a><br />In our next house Tom wants to do an acid stain on the cement. If you do it yourself it is much cheaper. Since Tom isn't that keen on doing it ourselves, I thought to myself, "I can do it. I'm not scared." Ha ha! What was I THINKING? It was July in Phoenix, the hottest city on the planet. It was at least 110 degrees out, plus I was in a hot garage, spraying water on hot cement. Can you say Sauna city? ;)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgAAVI0MGovGxUS1M7jk2OCWWQH_dsuiq2XvZL0yVNCuj5j2-B0o_JgiR_zp0v_Z9wPHPd0OuWam4sQDQC7Qy3fzBOiubFAZjNdioRBQOzLsIRM9M7xuGUvXigwjYeG0Y4jZHcQx_hthI/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgAAVI0MGovGxUS1M7jk2OCWWQH_dsuiq2XvZL0yVNCuj5j2-B0o_JgiR_zp0v_Z9wPHPd0OuWam4sQDQC7Qy3fzBOiubFAZjNdioRBQOzLsIRM9M7xuGUvXigwjYeG0Y4jZHcQx_hthI/s320/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240533704844251090" border="0" /></a>And I never do anything the easy way either. Not only to I acid stain, I have to put a fancy mountain hardware logo in the workshop area, and a border around the garage. You would think that I would learn my lesson. Nope. And I'm sure that the next think I do I'll go all out again.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Today we officially put our home on the market. I have mixed feelings. I'm excited to finally be headed home to Utah. We've been gone for 6 years. It really seems like it flew by. Not overnight, of course. But definitely not 6 years worth of time spent away. But I'm also sad to be leaving here. Of all of the places we've lived this has by far been my very favorite. (Although Ivins was absolutely beautiful!) And I really like my house. Actually, what I really like is that my house is<br />done. Every room has been painted and decorated perfectly. And now I have to start over. Don't get me wrong, I love to decorate and paint. I think it's tons of fun. But I also like to sit and enjoy and would love to start quilting on a regular basis. But, I get to try some new things so that will<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2xmbgb7wf5eUhyphenhyphenJBvmvzDyAERjOwtLocWcQdPVcGezDOQyGD7SFTjy0L_AtNXzxjOKhoYmSVz2gnebloAAakj_PVLqopkNkPTk6dX11lH27jo8V8InGrCeiw4BGvP0lfSHGkqwC4E2Bg/s1600-h/ourhome.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2xmbgb7wf5eUhyphenhyphenJBvmvzDyAERjOwtLocWcQdPVcGezDOQyGD7SFTjy0L_AtNXzxjOKhoYmSVz2gnebloAAakj_PVLqopkNkPTk6dX11lH27jo8V8InGrCeiw4BGvP0lfSHGkqwC4E2Bg/s320/ourhome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240543066353006146" border="0" /></a> be fun. Plus, I will live by my two extremely talented sisters who paint amazing murals and will have them over to help me oodles and oodles. (Break out the brushes girls, my next house needs some lovin'!)<br /><br /><br />I was just remembering today that when Madeline was 2 she would say that she wanted to watch "buck-eye-ker" which is code for Buzzlightyear. Kids are so cute!<br /><br />XOXO always,<br />AmberFine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574458672335512443.post-4279650426210682702008-08-26T09:54:00.000-07:002008-09-15T09:19:33.971-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvgVZJP9eF_h9cJPdveziYvTRXKPZ7EjydKs2nYT2jH6NJPKGeOrsXsfJ0imNgOtvHYVMat_6twq5klyr7kbIDBxffXJ165BQViTq66YD5sZoCqYPTXL6YdI18rnlUlQk7al-nvbZGm4/s1600-h/march+house+08+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvgVZJP9eF_h9cJPdveziYvTRXKPZ7EjydKs2nYT2jH6NJPKGeOrsXsfJ0imNgOtvHYVMat_6twq5klyr7kbIDBxffXJ165BQViTq66YD5sZoCqYPTXL6YdI18rnlUlQk7al-nvbZGm4/s320/march+house+08+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238872599786640770" border="0" /></a>So yesterday I step out of the master bedroom located at the top of our stairs. As I look over the railing, I see my adorable son Luke sitting on the carpet next to the tile. In his hand is a fistful of half digested catfood and tritip one of the cats so kindly regurgitated on the floor. It is on its way rapidly to Luke's mouth. I scream no no no as I hurl myself down the stairs to intercept the nastiest snack on the planet. Luke just looks adoringly up at me with his darling smile, laughs and continues to attempt to eat his new found treat. Luckily I reached him just in time! Gross.Fine in '09http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893131001708247772noreply@blogger.com0