tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89495587749451959122024-03-05T21:22:05.542-06:00The Cutler CrewErick, Amanda, Preston, Evan, Tucker & TobyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-38554516911950290142009-03-24T20:16:00.004-05:002009-03-24T20:18:20.069-05:00I'm Still HereI think this may be the longest I have gone without blogging... bad me! I have been so busy with my new business venture - Pumpkin Pie Photography.... but I promise to get to posting some personal blog stuff soon! Love to all!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-75430773230995100932009-01-21T16:29:00.006-06:002009-01-21T16:41:07.882-06:00Go Cowboys<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0QNJFAxRCvtIsutdHXt_zN52TedPk0hWjeaVVrU22JbPjaWpui0dHYgWZsAEM7KFz5RKuCzkiZLSzWXEog381-C1Zzd6CFfMEudN8KhwxarucLnsLhAJjEMb_yZRcqAiaL0hgGxX4YN0/s1600-h/Cowboys+Game.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293878220294925666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0QNJFAxRCvtIsutdHXt_zN52TedPk0hWjeaVVrU22JbPjaWpui0dHYgWZsAEM7KFz5RKuCzkiZLSzWXEog381-C1Zzd6CFfMEudN8KhwxarucLnsLhAJjEMb_yZRcqAiaL0hgGxX4YN0/s400/Cowboys+Game.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So this game was just for the Daddies! Our church had their men's retreat and a few of the guys played a scramble golf game on the way up.... the winning team got tickets to a Cowboys game! Well, watch out PGA Tour, these four guys won and were very excited to attend one of the last Cowboys games to be played in Texas Stadium. And yes, the Cowboys won! Erick got to attend the game with great friends - Darren, Christopher and Jeremy. These are incredible men (with even more incredible wives - ha!) that we are blessed to call family in our church and couple's bible study - we share wonderful times with their families as we are growing in our faith together and watching our children grow up together. Oh, and Erick was very proud that some of his shots were used during the scramble! I am always glad when Erick gets to play golf - he loves the game and has a great set of clubs since I used to work for a golf club company! Go Cowboys!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-21590197417177594142009-01-20T12:08:00.008-06:002009-01-20T12:48:29.428-06:00One Wild and Crazy Guy<div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293440408194923762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_HbqYjgs4ZrWLmNdZulHNuJV4OTIDnRWJO3S9ghaH77HdhURriHLUcSSQRXCotRWRhs8thyphenhyphenKz7WAtJoFaevsH2oUF4DkQ6xaDuMB-pTpTLOmEdY2v_GZq_NWjAjELkVbCwwzghv4WgOs/s400/IMG_7181.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLQDkoA3gDq5fyHgM2sfoZs9EXlBs60P4CgePTdCvOoONzDWTP9A_loHD4AEDWhLKZbjpShWMdKNZhBmGal-WQex8DuXsBdrqMF646yMspf1D8jCN3IhNB78LRHtduGAjy26neP52zdEU/s1600-h/IMG_7194.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293441705200821298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLQDkoA3gDq5fyHgM2sfoZs9EXlBs60P4CgePTdCvOoONzDWTP9A_loHD4AEDWhLKZbjpShWMdKNZhBmGal-WQex8DuXsBdrqMF646yMspf1D8jCN3IhNB78LRHtduGAjy26neP52zdEU/s400/IMG_7194.JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293440417959087986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6_90xSapSlvh2N9FfAQ6q_4ux_i463wGeYgOho2Ok7mgg0oRkXioX4vCPdCoqB3444rLtqrEielDIKVBshLNNo23AMpls29rwLN4NmIhOfj7BMasesfadakorNaymW966m10uGlrvs1ti/s400/IMG_7186.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><div>These pictures were taken on Evan's actual first birthday - October 8, 2008. Although not the greatest pictures because it was dark and Evan was on the move.... they sure capture his personality and phase of life right now. He is one wild and crazy man who has learned to literally RUN through the house. I couldn't not blog about this fun thing that he does called "Yea Evan"... all you've got to do is say "Yea Evan" and the arms go straight up and he grins from ear to ear running about celebrating. It is a riot! This sweet boy provides hours of entertainment for all of us! He is learning so much these days, here are some of his milestones:</div><br /><div></div><div>1. He can say and wave "bye-bye".</div><br /><div></div><div>2. Says Mama, Daddy and Bubba.</div><br /><div></div><div>3. Says ball, doggie, thank you and milk (all in his slang of course!)</div><br /><div></div><div>4. Loves throwing things and saying "uh-oh"... not really an "uh-oh" in my book, but he's getting good at using the phrase even when he sees other people "uh-oh". It's pretty darn cute!</div><div></div><br /><div>5. Loves saying and playing "boo" and makes the cutest face as he prolongs the word "boooooooooo". Adorable!</div><div></div><br /><div>I know there are so many other tricks and antics, but these are just a few highlights. He spends his days running around, exploring, figuring stuff out and trying to make you laugh - he loves an audience. And he is a flirt, when someone pays him attention he does his little head sideways and gives them a sweet smile. We took the pacifier away a couple of months ago, and the bottle too and he is down to one nap a day.... big boy stuff! Sniffle, sniffle. We gave him a blanket to start sleeping with at night, but with these cold nights we still do what we call "double bag" him (put on a thick set of pjs over a thin set of pjs) because he throws his blanket out half of the time and still loves to play "Spartacus" where he takes one arm out of his pajamas! Crazy kid!</div><div></div><br /><div>He loves his milk and still loves grilled cheese sandwiches and grapes, and he now loves pizza and downed a cheeseburger at Wendy's the other day! :) We had his 15-month check-up yesterday and he is still tall and trim - the doctor said we could feed him five meals a day if we wanted since he is tall and active and burns through those calories. These two growing boys are going to eat us out of house and home - and we love it! Preston has now officially moved past the kids meals at restaurants - they are not nearly enough food for him; he ate four slices of pizza the other night! Wow! It is so awesome having boys, truly. They are a joy and easy to please!</div><div></div><br /><div>Dr. McDonald was very pleased that Evan has our immune system genes and has not been to see him one time in the last 15 months except for well-baby check ups. Evan got one little cold right before Christmas that lasted about a day and a half and that's been it. We are blessed to have healthy children and that Erick and I stay pretty healthy ourselves... although this crazy hot/cold weather sure doesn't make it easy... okay, Texas!</div><div></div><br /><div>I'm in the process of selling all of Evan's baby stuff - sold most of the baby equipment (bouncy, swing, etc.)... now it's time to sell the clothes, my maternity clothes and all the stuff that he's just too big for now. Again, sniffle, sniffle. But he is moving on to bigger things, no more baby. Hopefully we won't do what we did last time.... decide that we were not having any more kids, give everything away and then decide that we needed another! :) Another baby... Hmmmmm???? :)</div><div></div><br /><div>Love to all! </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHqcNqT9N-btne_3LxD-vX5Khz0_FNPiPv2maeLrnQ8pKblEV_aLH6AMtSMdeeS_cjswCxxs_w6xWm1KslUZC7TB4Wqt1cK_Dd3GnDhQjlAPOA5Hf7k_pTTA2nSmv5flEY6WVAqWZBLXOB/s1600-h/IMG_7193.JPG"></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293440391714980946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPFmWQMrXTsOtfZRyYrcwHSl_PJpjXGwKLWucIIQ4sNTrMRi0kK1wiCfOQUZCJbsnWn0fJrezpzTR8_9jMhj-DpNaEiwiDS9o2hGftQexKUQs5H041zVqXjTGX-SxEqR8sWgozeYbFTJ1/s400/Evan-SmilingOne.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293449214192077602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif98evJkn6LDBP9UP_4rpqb_Q7zYP-edSYItBesFB7TUO68I6IWklOp1bqdIIb9z0S04-mimRJAq7hqmEH1yMkN6cetpHebRbKuYXR2zUxEzDtBv-wkfrAVCjXGyV7O2azOpdnEGGpqq5Y/s400/Evan-HappyOne.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-1636940974338003752009-01-20T11:48:00.010-06:002009-01-20T12:08:18.362-06:00Awards Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYxDCDIPMAzw_hbrhwz97KCDCAobuQ5h4VQ0zNrhKPL4wW4kYMhokjlQ2Xx-lqsJRXZsP4nlyvJoWGG3b-JgDpdFMAalfVTIpPuEitd1OiI2aa_Z_wwtfHXPIQXM9vWjgmPbG4eUaJtmAL/s1600-h/IMG_8322.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293434807221364210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYxDCDIPMAzw_hbrhwz97KCDCAobuQ5h4VQ0zNrhKPL4wW4kYMhokjlQ2Xx-lqsJRXZsP4nlyvJoWGG3b-JgDpdFMAalfVTIpPuEitd1OiI2aa_Z_wwtfHXPIQXM9vWjgmPbG4eUaJtmAL/s400/IMG_8322.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />So, every once in a while I must use this blog to brag on my two handsome, funny, smart and precious boys! :) Hee hee! I hope that you don't mind this indulgence! All kidding aside - I just always want my boys to know how extremely proud and honored we are to have them!<br /><br />We were just so excited when Preston's school had their first awards assembly of the year and Preston was honored with receiving TWO awards - he won the Spanish award and Science award for first grade. He was very excited too! He knew that he was receiving one award, but we kept it a secret that he was getting a second award - he was very proud. Here he is on stage with his wonderful teacher, Mrs. Alexander. Preston LOVES Mrs. Alexander, LOVES school and works very hard. He hops out of bed every morning ready to go to school; it is a great thing! I'll admit that sometimes I don't "hop" out of bed to take him.... can't school start at 10:00am! :)<br /><br />I was so sad to miss the Awards Day; they were given out on the second day of my 3-Day Walk... so I was trekking through North Dallas as he was getting his award - but I was sure to call Preston when we got back to camp that night and hear all about it! Daddy and Evan were there to celebrate and capture the moment on film. Way to go, Preston! School is not all about awards, but they sure are special and let you know that you are doing the right things and that your kids are learning. I can't believe that we are already halfway through first grade; time goes by so fast. And our little first grader came home with his report card the other day and he is already reading at a third grade level. WOW! This is solely because he LOVES to read and because he has great teachers! In fact, he lost his "toy" privileges the other day (7-year old attitude) and he sat down and read three chapter books.... makes me not feel so bad for having to take away his privileges... even if he is reading "Captain Underpants" - oh the joys of boys!<br /><br />Okay, brag session over.... thanks for indulging! Love to all!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-59643066825953816132009-01-20T11:40:00.003-06:002009-01-20T11:48:27.257-06:00A Sweet Boy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRi8FPt68D6DvHQWOgKQVg2Btu1BcX2YonAP0Atcd9CKCzRxlXcSpQ5aEP3VoBgSK_10w8Hh7yBqFuOqwK59GzZnhZ0JPkFOxddqPTQUIi5sKEOs1wTz5sjRySx0V-BS1I-cN7l93hbpvW/s1600-h/IMG_8053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293433355651257906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRi8FPt68D6DvHQWOgKQVg2Btu1BcX2YonAP0Atcd9CKCzRxlXcSpQ5aEP3VoBgSK_10w8Hh7yBqFuOqwK59GzZnhZ0JPkFOxddqPTQUIi5sKEOs1wTz5sjRySx0V-BS1I-cN7l93hbpvW/s400/IMG_8053.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FP8_9L-fmFQTpKClUFxJWMNI5_KXkgTJ05hEICWtBZYoeZe0EKg8vX77qnQusmeRloC7AF9vc9PSs1hhdTh4mj6_kTIvFB_ZFvjpMyJXnpLffQ60PsyZ5JXxv7f9_4e5AqqXX-h-Narz/s1600-h/IMG_8050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293433358319959426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FP8_9L-fmFQTpKClUFxJWMNI5_KXkgTJ05hEICWtBZYoeZe0EKg8vX77qnQusmeRloC7AF9vc9PSs1hhdTh4mj6_kTIvFB_ZFvjpMyJXnpLffQ60PsyZ5JXxv7f9_4e5AqqXX-h-Narz/s400/IMG_8050.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293433349501007618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZQoE7XR5Ni9Z58clpwBuVPtXD6jDaMqlH4SH_IqcoH6bubJiSIPkAe_S33f3umy7e3JbMjytWueeyyJgQQmDHIXJ9Xoqj9zfzfAjyYwNa2IvER5VFv23ffRPOAUGtoifTVWFCS0VgyYk/s400/IMG_8048.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div>I am finally taking the time to edit pictures that I took this Fall - now that my computer can edit them at a normal rate of speed! Anyway, just posting a few of my favorites from a couple of months ago... Evan is 13 months old here. I am ready for nice weather again so that we can get back outside!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-90879978920261709722009-01-14T16:31:00.008-06:002009-01-14T21:30:23.890-06:00Thoughts From A 7-Year OldYou know, sometimes your kids just say things that make you laugh, or wonder or stand there in amazement - they are so funny, so smart... and I want to make sure I remember these little moments! So, here are a few things that Preston has shared with me over the last few weeks... enjoy!<br /><br />So we were out looking at Christmas lights a few days before Christmas, and we were in a neighborhood that goes ALL OUT and has very elaborate themes and lights. We came upon this one house, the star of the night, it even had a sign that it had won best house! It was unbelievable, it put Clark W. Griswold to shame - and it was tasteful and beautiful! We just stopped and stared at it. And then Preston said "Wow, I'd pay like $600 for someone to do that to my house. Well, I'd pay them $600, but then they'd have to give me $5 back." Ha! In other words, this work was worth $595 to Preston! Hilarious! And by the way, this was easily a $7,000-$8,000 job! I too, would have paid $600 for this Christmas light extravaganza - okay, I'd pay $595!<br /><br />A few weeks before Christmas I had eyed this watch at the Fossil store and apparently Erick took note and had been looking for this watch to give to me for Christmas, but it was never in stock... so I assumed they just didn't have it anymore and I had already told Erick not to buy me anything big for Christmas - this mom is always buying things she doesn't need! Well, a couple of days after Christmas Erick took Preston to the mall to get a haircut and I stayed home with Evan... well, when they got home I asked Preston - "What all did you do at the mall, did you get to go to the bookstore or anything?" To which Preston replied, "Mom, we went to the Fossil Store and we bought you something!"... then he stared at me for a moment and said "Oh, I was SO NOT supposed to say that!" Secret out of bag... Erick came downstairs and Preston said "Well, I didn't tell her WHAT we bought her."... to which Dad replied, "You didn't have to, son." Oh, our little secret keeper... hey, at least he's honest!<br /><br />Preston and I were driving around the other day and he asked me, "Mom, when I go to college will I be driving?" I said, "Yes, you'll drive when you are in high school." Preston's eyes lit up and he said, "So when I'm in college and I'm not studying, I'll be able to drive myself to a restaurant?" Hmmm.... "Well, yes" I said... he was so excited that he would one day be able to take himself to a restaurant, oh the little things. He then told me that he would "definitely be driving himself to Taco Bueno." Ha!<br /><br />Oh, and when Preston got in the car this week from school he informed me that "when I grow up I want to be a waitress". "A waitress?" I said. Hmmmm... I did have to inform him that a waitress was a woman, to which he chuckled. Not sure what's prompting the fascination with restaurants and food service - but if he loves that industry, can I request him to be a chef? No worries... this is one of MANY professions that he has exhausted, including - paleontologist, worker man, movie director, animal caretaker, architect. Can't wait to find out what he chooses to be!<br /><br />And while playing his new Wii game, Madden '09, he proceeded to tell me and Erick that he was "in the mode today... mom" Don't know why that just cracked us up!<br /><br />And last one - we were out to lunch after church with our dear friends, The Bradleys... this is a Sunday tradition. While we were waiting on our food he asked me when he would be able to watch the movie "Top Gun"? I told him that probably not until he was 10 or 12 because it had some bad words in it. He looked at me and said "oh, I know what bad word it has in it... S-H-U-T-U-P". He literally spelled out the words "Shut Up". Of course, you could imagine that our hearts stopped when the word started with "SH" (oh, no!).... but thankfully, this is one of the worst words he knows... for now! We told him "yep, that word is probably in Top Gun."<br /><br />Hope everyone is well and had a wonderful holiday! I just got a new computer, and I'm so excited for faster blogging... I'm working on catching up! Love to all!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-91896268319761481212008-12-27T22:35:00.010-06:002009-01-14T17:41:22.332-06:00Our FamilyHappy New Year! I just wanted to share a few updated pictures of our family and the boys! In the pictures... Preston, 7 years old and Evan, 1 year old. Enjoy these beautiful boys who are the spitting image of their Daddy and of each other. Thank you to my three boys for filling my heart with love and joy every day of my life... my love for all of you is never-ending!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284695662374821330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMKbc_F95VBk9gv7DXo1SScQHQIGy5aNNPWzs0vJglZ1Yz9iF3YTAjIB3FxheEO6YwWiWwOA0apade7pI8f7JkQI4Wr73AFP6Jv3OU9QIKbbs4-9ttNtvvsxIJoFspQgsw1VLrdhiGPJ0/s400/Molly-Christmascard.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291295537156741474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQKxXRK0cKMBBoMoXBlpNWecwXlXOCS9Azl6cVTB9UFgAT6V3dHNfodxIG2EbEqtahgQsA_7qJw6IEfQYzl4jfL7CZaeBEy-NBOrZEu8QgAxLFpBh695XpreehO8IGBUXBEMvXwrlfJK1/s400/MollyMcCormickHousePics+075.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291295531450466290" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LJxOJSJWTlXDj1T8kgt7gVgghAOxGtIKxzIM5nebhHZ69NYFARFlnEgvWn8Rn9bCHzaoyWApalVcvcVKGSG0obIOhs10LfLecQunY9_BpjgEezYRBQ0ZlyXSJamqInwILiDnynGlZLaB/s400/MollyMcCormickHousePics+076.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284695666538374466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgepPxg5yNCaBOKAfrKPzKkN97etxxlps3_k3zvE4bYVH4a5OWJRO5ELuLwhpnQNnkcuYgY6hW5-tI4bMFzTjNeOq3m2dO5Tnyj80S7_cHHXuy3ckwEcwVnjG1pEiaeyWoipqWsVvez1BU0/s400/MollyMcCormickHousePics+043.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284695663700037266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_H3iR5MQCjlKVTLjNYRUY9r5iO64mN8A_QzWPovUvFbeYwjkYQTecZAW7JD92qs5mkrCgPuYVrl2tnX7BI5HBSOkiTuhs6l3Ry_baI8-A4PbYTOd-0lIsCAZtC5BmLzySOpQGzJRX0GF/s400/MollyMcCormickHousePics+063.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-38591172233034210412008-12-27T21:41:00.019-06:002009-01-01T16:54:58.884-06:00Thanksgiving Day 2008<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284682636385412386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAv3HBqLAm9SerJ14RA7hSshDf1l8Hyj3GBgJo2XANvjuEPy0oY-MFbm8NjA_zugqAABl70W1dFSxWgGygv4p_LNd6DAi7DYJYYOoioQ9782FEGpohbFqW6y6kTd_-s9vnzULCWfoBbwx/s400/IMG_9870.JPG" border="0" /><br />Yummy! Above is the best part of the Thanksgiving meal in my opinion - the desserts! Including these delicious Oreo Balls that I make every Thanksgiving - they are sinful!<br /><br />We hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving; this is Preston's favorite holiday! He loves "spending time with his family" and "the food"; he adores his cousins and loves getting to hang out with them all day! And really that's all we do on Thanksgiving - spend time with my family, eat, hang out, watch football... the usual! Here is Preston enjoying his Thanksgiving feast.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284682622186012194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjlS7uEyjaJTMdOqZRyFQ-XaSEQ1_wSa9obkt0KINZK4_bhjm9s0DtKFcrbxAnliSYDEYxmhMdkyctZhG3x2ZyvezV06NsABbvNj_KpJ1nNvIGbghefFDedsYXUOBrrUhaPxM9baEg8rSV/s400/IMG_9867.JPG" border="0" /><br />And here we are with Poppee (my dad)... we only get to see him a couple of times a year - don't be a stranger, Poppee!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCJGcGAHu4IYiN_ECr2WcUH50xSP94DKr8MW1B_8x7oxhIjG9LhUU7QyQhLntBWvGrGGZbsGDdAsTzllkIDrR-5H-l-0Gd7KYEVMpX0BuYIHanMmfbddfOEDMF6V8-Mf55HroqH6mC9Uf/s1600-h/IMG_9994.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284694717056485762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCJGcGAHu4IYiN_ECr2WcUH50xSP94DKr8MW1B_8x7oxhIjG9LhUU7QyQhLntBWvGrGGZbsGDdAsTzllkIDrR-5H-l-0Gd7KYEVMpX0BuYIHanMmfbddfOEDMF6V8-Mf55HroqH6mC9Uf/s400/IMG_9994.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The cousins... playing Guitar Hero! Preston is not into this game yet, but it won't be long I am sure! He loved watching them play.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDVmD2A-QoMSCduph5PDBicajmLsXKSspmSpjlVIxfOc1E80mQ9dWtJ-IYMk1CsRAvc_9jMSjIKJNk57z7jXIbSS1h5vHhzVOcZ1FFqIdW-_HcAl4VLaW7ziPZGtZ1qbAgU8Ykf4ZDxpo/s1600-h/IMG_9983.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284694166592948258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDVmD2A-QoMSCduph5PDBicajmLsXKSspmSpjlVIxfOc1E80mQ9dWtJ-IYMk1CsRAvc_9jMSjIKJNk57z7jXIbSS1h5vHhzVOcZ1FFqIdW-_HcAl4VLaW7ziPZGtZ1qbAgU8Ykf4ZDxpo/s400/IMG_9983.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div><br />And this was the cherry on top for Preston - getting to go fishing on Thanksgiving Day! The best day ever! My cousins have a little lake behind the house, so the boys (and girls) got out the fishing gear and went for a quick fish!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284694156508093122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh516UfUZaxm_Igz0-LWNZouIMDgA8XKnqSZDzh0GohzMW3dxOyTpPE_OmKfDpoegK4elnyfYmmH6mwL7xd88mVlSDb3PMt7Rf_hDicrKXemBPCCTisCobq06WPHZkk4NT6NQspwn_FVrj5/s400/IMG_9969.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284694158188179282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDoblh1VyaPaEk2-7QW4e8cCpG1H7-vS2hyl3UQXGC4STVMVzV8fvWZdNAl8JdZVpw_DJgLPe7O_Q1B5wAVz9eeoYGK9ySWc_I7Og8ENIzhxgx_4W7twxCjd5a7CNGqwoqLCaaftTMPegY/s400/IMG_9976.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />And Evan is also at his happiest when he's outside... he loved running around with Daddy - here he is figuring out his first dandelion.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284694150097469074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivm8BNg_zF77PqLh66bainxbYSvB2N2qGxaRAaq10pFzVi5f4u-AzdVhW5vih7dTGPvNnT7jd3rUFj8-aT5d4yW1ZBq29UGkQm_xC5fbecPsqOFyqG-s7EY3SuE_CR0Eo7anPUa3hqWUPD/s400/IMG_9960.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Love this picture - one day I'm sure Evan will tower as tall as his Daddy, but for now he is our "little man".<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284692085252098706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq7nARHCifPxhUiQMpNc_7DftxVb8F2wJ2ddVEzFOHL9YeQzcmytCdFC-d2Ahz2HkbnwVvrcBuNOVifs4BOQi5bmTP4asB-5dHteQVnnYMBEP9AdBosPLYOKnwlPhHDPA7FWo7dVX6B86l/s400/IMG_9958.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />We spent most of the day outside wandering around on their land... Preston wore out his cousin, Chandler, running up and down these hills!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284692081535426642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLYPKMQ4vfzPq6BrgNDwHmc9i5W3qf9t-cKuKNozoRym1SVW8DaivaEht-xHqBR1NkjSpR5yxjDiKMcytroZhYQKRNnKtGWh-ct8zf3Y-rERuWH7jeTf1aO5NbMRfTB1XYWQZJLEd3rWGi/s400/IMG_9940.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284688139727610226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOP5QBeVm8MU_dkjwrlGeaX8WHr1SYtuNCjl5oMsizt-I0ZTkDZ_LNiUC25Wu6mnVfyOt1jYvXrwTRdY9lCdrQxrW2T3iyWw3kpysnzgzNaQkBTH5vejEjFbeSHXe39uosr4h-DGL5L_b/s400/IMG_9937.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284688134265326018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8VVnuyubZ2LruqO1kI-RHiM-3F7fPLdc-Q_5AYNynV-OkEsZ3kFU0FVdGwGzKNWVloj9m63AmJkw_uM8l6bhHcloLn5v_Sp2JQj2iWVwk-o5wXMfsYw1o2tc9R89pTvcqJIQsJkD1DCwS/s400/IMG_9932.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284684490306031874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht99UnaB1bWd4lnFEodGxhxfw15U7A0zF_2IGRkAyIo7eJiN0WEsjMc4lsTxnELF0WGrPlobkRaQene9-rQnl7gAEl2LJ3bW8HFVDXCD7yLtTBMTR6RF94RN7jaBXuj38hNYWo8vTSQ-KK/s400/IMG_9931.JPG" border="0" /><br />Fun in the leaves... love the Fall; can't wait to have big trees... one of the downfalls of a new neighborhood.</div><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284684479542649538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7MYZMOSBVKmjtvMq-HQqMAZ8uUWSSY5ZBQLMCLD7nXx2UAN6bw1F1dDmCv6-fGA9wskWaXF45mj61H83Wb9-7nBabhH0h1nag_jnhAsoCQR44ytTpV_k7Ymly4kdQrlhqSuRh9Kyx82HY/s400/IMG_9921.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284684472673689202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu5E1lP6xvT3MxvaTJbBExTNtBsV-Sx3n3F-72U2W9-7z0kigdUHYfJtdn665mzIoDUq7NIWCiF6-zgJWsUg581G44VHZ3MS7uVQEOnijbDuXZJP_ljJxQ5aBvss09Q5xyp_sCp1rYt3aZ/s400/IMG_9908.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Getting to hang out with Poppee... and Evan - not wanting to be held for even a moment, just put him down and let him run! And trust me - we are no longer walking, we are running!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284684466259585394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7nHn-2Wt0kl-umjKtgUYWaR09AWa5-yGD_48PWR1WJ1ehCZ6YxJXYt-ZsPUfzDOdXO9fPVgNDa5843aj663bXL-JPrrMA3bUBwmfhEY4XWd7UANwWvbmBNa-_XsTH7pOOAe7ePk4jR1B/s400/IMG_9897.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284682648965546226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IL0iUePUWx5mTXWoBFG4JowqZF_-SDz8P9MSJqfvrYYAl38-_XPl0k6YYiIgeIn6e5eEGOg3hkON2NbP04xIDrH6sFOs03uv1jITxuGnpwBtWjjaoO3-xEWgNo4m6aijVfXKbpXsSZlk/s400/IMG_9875.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Preston loves playing pool... here he is getting a lesson from his cousin, Tristan. One day when we can get all the toys out of the playroom maybe we'll get a pool table... a big kid toy! Erick and I started dating when he was down in College Station and we spent many a Friday night playing pool, great memories.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGM3WTz6wXN7cYldu2aejm9i3FuQSzjNS9CiP0rr4O5Xv_tp9oM8wg5EN__OENvYoJvleQzZ7cCcxVQiqfxH9VB32vSJekLUMb3rnMaZ0fIqUIKaNeK9Km1R9Tcier4GCCeSvmBpGFYtNP/s1600-h/IMG_9874.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284682643792886754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGM3WTz6wXN7cYldu2aejm9i3FuQSzjNS9CiP0rr4O5Xv_tp9oM8wg5EN__OENvYoJvleQzZ7cCcxVQiqfxH9VB32vSJekLUMb3rnMaZ0fIqUIKaNeK9Km1R9Tcier4GCCeSvmBpGFYtNP/s400/IMG_9874.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>I am so thankful for the many blessings that God has generously given me and my family. I am so grateful for each day and every adventure. This is the day that the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad in it! Many blessings to everyone!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfT4PdJE_xlz98EWThk1jduznjqEuHdVZzNkSsXGfwIJbZrVv-jl6zUbdakOgP2nnvyUtZMBqiEZxKnCxdFxXCOA-qTQYr1ZQrFH0a7V3-pq454jYlSC12DsnAGh2bQzZYfnMHXOsmn4U/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284682611978424482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfT4PdJE_xlz98EWThk1jduznjqEuHdVZzNkSsXGfwIJbZrVv-jl6zUbdakOgP2nnvyUtZMBqiEZxKnCxdFxXCOA-qTQYr1ZQrFH0a7V3-pq454jYlSC12DsnAGh2bQzZYfnMHXOsmn4U/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>Oh, I almost forgot... so my Thanksgiving is not complete on Thursday... the girls always extend the holiday to Friday with Black Friday shopping! It is a tradition with us girls for as long as I can remember - me with my cousins Tiffany and Erika and their daughers Lexi and Chandler and my Aunt Linda. We call ourselves the "Boo Ya Shopping Club". After the boys retreat or head home we spend the evening going through the paper and sales ads and preparing our itinerary for Friday! Normally we get up around 3:30am to be at the stores bright and early, but this year we heard that the Outlet stores were opening at midnight, so we got the bright idea to go there first... so yes, we stayed up all night, headed out before midnight and shopped all night! But we got tired around 7:30am and "called it a day".... I think I came home and slept until 3:00pm!</p><p>Of course, our Friday was not without adventure and a funny story or two! First, so we were not the only people who got the idea to go to the Outlets at midnight. I think the whole city was there; the highway was backed up as far as you could see, it took us almost an hour just to get close enough to park in a field behind the Outlets. A fine field at the time; however, while we were shopping it began to rain! And it rained pretty hard - and well, that nice field turned into a swamp of mud! So, here we are - me and my cousin, Erika, heading to get the cars to pick everyone up - and we are literally slushing through the mud, sinking in it and it is covering our shoes. I almost lost my shoes once because the mud was so thick and heavy! And then we have to get in the car and drive with these disgusting shoes - fun! It's dark and raining and muddy and I am in Erick's car spinning out trying to get the thing out of the mud - I honestly thought I was going to get stuck! The mud was slinging everywhere and covered the tires... I think I left a trail for two miles on the street... it was like a scene in a movie, so hilarious. But we were headed to Kohl's for their 4:00am opening - where Erika and I spent the first 20 minutes washing our shoes in their sinks... sorry Kohl's! What a great memory and one of my favorite parts of Thanksgiving.... shopping with my family, spending time with the girls. Can't wait until next year!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-55443518211028004282008-12-27T21:17:00.007-06:002008-12-27T21:41:32.221-06:00Christmas Card, Attempt Number One<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6SpMHKARZdMmMS4lHYVGuwwboTvp0N43JvAOwTQjwZxUnXbLgEIhhxCw_T4FHubpWDJg3aQu8oFgnZmrl0Rz9dvoS5lkdug4IoyjWrhhXLMrHubhcoLDb-QJbeA5GYtJvdgxj4EvAzeO/s1600-h/P1013413.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284680784658387138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6SpMHKARZdMmMS4lHYVGuwwboTvp0N43JvAOwTQjwZxUnXbLgEIhhxCw_T4FHubpWDJg3aQu8oFgnZmrl0Rz9dvoS5lkdug4IoyjWrhhXLMrHubhcoLDb-QJbeA5GYtJvdgxj4EvAzeO/s400/P1013413.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So, they say the first step to fixing a problem is admitting that you have a problem, right? Well, I admit it... I am addicted to taking pictures and having pictures taken! It's no wonder that I started a photography business - if I had the money I'd keep every photographer in the area busy taking family pictures! What? It's Sunday at 4:00pm?? Well, I think that's an occasion to take pictures, isn't it?? It's a problem. I guess I just feel like the kids grow up so fast, I just want to capture their every moment!<br /><br />So here are just a few cute shots from our first attempt at a Christmas card picture. As many of you may have seen, I used a different shot for the actual card - I ended up using one taken in the backyard of our new home, just for sentimental reasons. But here are some shots - even though taking pictures with Evan at this moment is not so fun, or so easy! Seriously, you would think that we were pulling teeth asking the boy to sit for two seconds... he's just too busy to stop for stinkin' pictures!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284676590835266514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWwek1t8H4FFf1jhP-VMVCJUZ_JE7HXkjxdZBSPuWwic6gJ2gcB7iTbaCuve7XOJukDRHp53ZbyluEoAXUxRgaMWaT8ZfOb68lWqgs8womz08pbVId5JMTyluTm0Z0gm-ecqJAV3EpOIO/s400/P1013442.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMBQ35HN1aFFEOwfZK8dyHdnMLLTbsMrcFiF3sdleWJTJxdDMQXi1I2rhvPfwls2VsKmCawlNFAqaR2JZNrmt42RaimnIcjQKzOxuqTqseZdXFTcbW8uQqrVqA6FGnQr1yok7n66VHgN7K/s1600-h/P1013533.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284677023083584498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMBQ35HN1aFFEOwfZK8dyHdnMLLTbsMrcFiF3sdleWJTJxdDMQXi1I2rhvPfwls2VsKmCawlNFAqaR2JZNrmt42RaimnIcjQKzOxuqTqseZdXFTcbW8uQqrVqA6FGnQr1yok7n66VHgN7K/s400/P1013533.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284676591966324466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBPOQxS7Nom8fhjvMK_-QKQgCtWxaNozqqif548jlCBxN2GkHO26GGX6xcj4zh-FG3EfXsnDjcim7qE4oTqCCxOlTPajvq997AGUZGl9nFQmK_yC6cNRUhqgDuNyhMTEV47QgAbSTTyxEY/s400/P1013420.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284676572452872082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQjqnbPSNsw5wdxm3W-HTWQaQvuDwKgyzCchyphenhyphenB0aTFdDsUKiOKijFBm95gPuadgOFkOmsRC76xFao9fHbyKNmlvafg_6mZ1hohhml_9aBXh0DqUj_AAq-QEjDBsxq-MZifvSGGji5PkZm/s400/P1013392.JPG" border="0" /> </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284676562477989506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJG75hLsDj4ZnN33Ie1IdqKRRL1zcgVicWhSFklDs3HmAns9M347T5HJMi6Clww_WmxURXqewoYf9HzkFumsIbouCn3_0EhsWlVQz8G6_6TeP7q27klB6wy0TCMlae65lKwpiagauNB3UI/s400/P1013363.JPG" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-86927814466398113632008-12-27T16:50:00.036-06:002008-12-30T20:37:38.014-06:003-Days, 60 Miles for Breast Cancer<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284612787523991426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7unhG0Q7clFytHRy87a9dt07YLjqXoPfT01gdbfQE9oajtSMrWsZeTB4FQo60-2vvE-O-A7Vnyp5E-lAPgcfRQRM8GnF3WgYGZK7DTlELpvQbFqS0IMTT_RPQCsoWVxJT5U9rOti1PmKP/s400/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" /><br />On November 7th, 8th and 9th I was so honored and privileged to get to, once again, participate in the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer 3-Day Walk through Dallas/Ft. Worth. I did this walk with my best friend, Susan, in 2006 and we were very excited to embark on this adventure again! This walk is a 60-mile walk spread out over the course of three days - each day being about 20 miles, although they normally make Day One the longest and toughest day! And although we trained a little, nothing can prepare you or your little feet for 60 miles... that's a whole lotta walking! Trust me, 60 miles is a long way.... even for this former cross country runner, it ain't easy!<br /><br />In order to participate in this walk each walker MUST raise a minimum of $2,200! That's a lot of money to raise and a huge commitment - but it all goes to a very worthy cause... breast cancer research and education. And over 85% of the money raised goes right to the cause... pretty good considering the amount of work and effort and organization that goes into this event! It is truly an amazing, well-oiled machine - they do an unbelievable job of putting on this event. So, for all of my amazing friends and my husband's generous clients, thank you so very much for your donations and for allowing us to all make a difference in the battle against breast cancer!<br /><br />I just can't blog about this without personally thanking each and every one of my supporters!! I came so close to reaching my goal with your help! I think I was $188.00 short... which means that Erick and I made a personal donation of $188.00 ourselves, which we were happy to do!<br /><br />THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!<br /><br />The Amans<br />Nancy Bahr<br />The Barners<br />Marla Bishop<br />Sheryl Bradley<br />The Bradleys<br />Lynne Brody<br />The Dawsons<br />Susan Dumas<br />Tracy Ellis<br />Brian Harvey<br />Jennifer Hicks<br />Kayla Hicks<br />Dee Jones<br />Eddie Jones<br />The Landrums<br />The Lindstroms<br />The Mikeskas<br />Stella Oefinger<br />Jeff Payson<br />Jan Ragland<br />Susan Roche<br />Robbie Ryan<br />Traci Schoenradt<br />McAfee<br />The Simms<br />The Sipes<br />The Snyders<br />The Uldrichs<br />Nancy Wendell<br />The Winklers<br />Intuit<br />Christine Zimmerman<br />Sidney Goldin<br />Barbara Prather<br />Sledge Killion<br />The Manuels<br />Quality Powder Coating<br /><br />I hope that I included everyone on this list.... what a wonderful thing you all did! No matter what the amount - $10 or $100, it all made a difference! You gave what you could give and I thank you from the bottom of my heart - you have made a difference and I thought of you so much during the walk!<br /><br />So now on to our adventure! This year I walked again with my best friend, Susan, and we were also joined by her husband, Todd,this year. And in addition, my cousin, Tiffany, walked with us too! It was such fun sharing this experience with people that are so special to me.<br /><br />Here we are below bright (well, not so bright yet), and early on Day One. This was probably around 6:30am before Opening Ceremonies began. I think I woke up at 3:30am, Todd was picking us up at 4:00am! It was cold, and dark and way too early! But as soon as we arrived, there was excitement and hope in the air; we knew that we were going to have a life-changing three days. This year the walk began at beautiful SouthFork Ranch!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284607923211960850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfF58nVSE9uPrKNTlF4ouBhPP0nKA8yz2db2PCJRzuHmFzjhg7QIuaFdVgUQmotSzXwEd4e95-BfKS5DpbBOunp9vzwrpwZsoYThV3DEnVJL0tfz5tapW2XRXHCprOoIO1o61OzbuVVIoL/s400/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" /><br />Here we are departing on the first day in front of SouthFork Ranch...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284607929166005058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkd3kqytieYuDPjpDcttU5QEnqCx8O25glbHzV41HTtY-it7R-ZkJIpBLErEHv6ftEb06xmJgpvrAxXc1zzGVyJT_Atf7MJqMlZdHiguyd6EouusFFwB4p3XtaxrF_81LX6NgkFixypL_V/s400/DSC00790.JPG" border="0" /><br />The start of the walk was very crowded, we were walking down small sidewalks through neighborhoods and with 3,500 people all walking to the same place, it was hard to spread out... you can see that by the lines at the port-a-potties at the first pit stop! Needless to say, we did not stop to potty.... we found a CVS instead!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284607931017683202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilKSX5pXD2CEyVVO6Aud_WJSO1RB4QF5V3u17Zm72AL_Dabe7IB5F1pjeryIXef_on0yIbKpzyhbx2AI0YyeGaBnHlD1IGvguqXkZP37LM-bIil-NEy7DIeehVZfP-Blv3zx83GfLMMO6X/s400/DSC00791.JPG" border="0" /><br />I have to say that Day One is always the toughest day for me. They always make it the longest day, almost 22 miles I think and by the time you get to that last 3 miles or so, you are just done! Your feet, your body just don't want to go anymore. And unfortunately this year on Day One I let myself get really dehydrated and those last two miles were pure misery not only because my whole body hurt, but also because I was very nauseous from the dehydration and there were no pit stops left! It was totally my fault, I should have drank way more - they certainly provide plenty of pit stops and drinks, I was just foolish! Poor Susan thought I was going to pass out - and so did I! But I made it all the way - whoo hoo! I was pale as a ghost, and had to sit down and drink lots of Gatorade at camp.<br /><br />It was awesome to finally be at camp - I think we got there around 4:30pm. Funny thing though - as soon as your feet cross that finish line, your whole body just says - see ya later, I have done enough for you today! You start limping, your whole body tightens up and you wonder how in the heck you just walked 22 miles! And you definitely wonder - how in the world am I going to do that again tomorrow??? It seems impossible! Both nights I went to bed and my feet were so tender and so swollen I just knew that I wouldn't be able to do it the next morning - my feet wouldn't even fit in my crocs without serious work and discomfort! But fear not, by God's grace and his power you are always ready to go again the next day! There was lots of praying for my little feet... there was no way that this stubborn red-head was not going to finish this walk!<br /><br />Oh, by the way - Day One took us through Murphy and Plano, beautiful downtown Plano, then through North Dallas, all the way down Campbell Road, past UTD, down Frankford Road and we headed to camp in Carrollton. You get to meet so many fun people along the way - we played trivia games, people sing songs (I say people meaning not me - you don't want me singing, although you'd probably start walking really fast then)... anything to pass the time and make you forget about your feet! And the food, every time you turn around they are giving you food - you'd think you might lose a few pounds walking 60 miles, but not with all the food they're giving you! I think I gained a few pounds! Ha!<br /><br />We also had the privilege of seeing a group of 4 soldiers walking on the first day - they walked in full fatigues with the big backpacks, boots everything! I'm sure it was a walk in the park for them, but they sure were motivating and inspiring. The walk is mainly women, but there are definitely a few men who bravely and generously take on this journey! Yay 3-Day guys! Especially you, Todd, for doing this with us!<br /><br />So, I know lots more happened on Day One, I should have kept a journal every night (I will next time), but anyway, on to Day Two.... here we are beginning our journey on Day Two. We started at camp, walked through beautiful parts of Carrollton, Plano, past Plano Presby, through gorgeous Willow Bend, then we looped back around to Carrollton. Day Two is always a big loop because we need to end back at camp for the night!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284607938125298130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJq_8rQRzG78262OleZ42XBwYa3Oj1vUe93A_zcgqQwl6YDBDrErPC-huNkGs9Rqmg2yshnGQAXnAxFnSAy3DS3ysTk1oFBjEYWuXhjWeujyq6CecysOL54Adzq02260uFU4YTeU3KzYBB/s400/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" /><br />We had a beautiful stroll through Willow Bend.... the beautiful scenes and homes took our mind off of our weary feet! Although just like in 2006 - the end of Day One was tough for me, but Days Two and Three weren't too bad! As long as I keep moving and keep my legs going, I do okay. A familiar view for us girls - the back of Todd. Poor guy had so many blisters on his feet, it hurt him if he wasn't walking at a really fast pace.... I have been there, I had to walk really fast in 2006 for the same reason. We tried to keep up with him, but sometimes our short little bodies just couldn't keep up with him! I was able to keep up with him on Day Three though...<br /><div></div><br /><div>Here we are crossing the finish line on Day Two... thank you to all the Crew and to the literally hundreds of people that come to cheering stations with signs and their cute dogs and hand out candy and water, it is so much fun and you feel so supported!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284612174664158418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisiykFnXIzLSsHf9QubYzb1U5-xnZYFca105Aa7Cl8EjnHNZB5-e8SqYsR5Z3X-3JZ2y62zNro3-DB8szarcY3gOzRpW5PHTz4y0nl6fWLrWHv6pNOzhUwC4rDtBoDlmzjDE-ft0BKrdUW/s400/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Glad to be back at camp again, a tent never felt so good! I was prepared with a warm sleeping bag, warm PJs.... it was comfy cozy! It was pretty chilly at night, but those pink tents did the job! They provide us with yummy meals, entertainment and portable showers, ahhhh!! It is camping, but with some conveniences! Oh, and camp is pretty big.... they don't add all the walking at camp to that 60 miles?? It's probably more like 62 miles - ha! I think we went to bed at 8:30pm on Day One and then at 7:00pm on Day Two - really!</div><br /><div>Tiffany and Todd both had to take a trip to the medic tent before we started Day Three. Tiffany needed to have them align her hip and Todd was getting those blisters checked out. In 2006 I got so many blisters that this year I decided to just wrap my feet completely from the start and it helped tremendously. I only got one blister - under my big toe. I thought I was going to lose it at first, but it's still here and I didn't have to go to the medic tent! I will definitely wrap my feet again - it helped with the pain and it helped with the two-hour wait at the medic tent... you can't imagine how long this line is - seriously! I'm thinking that's what it's going to look like when we all have government healthcare - kidding!</div><br /><div>So Day Three is a little hectic because you have to get your bag and gear all packed up before starting the walk... here is Susan TRYING to get everything back into her bag and get it zipped up! Hee hee! It was cold on this last day... we had to wear layers because we knew it would get warm soon.... oh, Texas! You are only allowed to bring one bag, not weighing over 35 pounds and you have to fit a ton of gear and clothes into that bag!<br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284612169609365938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLWPzHiOiGxFR8-2-eQF3JNEsNqhbOzvzMLsWzHvmlPZXMoPQWGYLyMk4Aq4XF9ClkpF6hSBhfAIY0zNJM-5YIKA96EUlbt0Q26X4OtSV_8UeHZ50C5aCJY1Ws5oocvq7MjSS8N8T0lnjm/s400/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Starting Day Three... we started at camp and our end destination was the SMU Campus! It seemed like it would be impossible to walk that far in time for Closing Ceremonies? It just seemed like more than 18 miles... they give you the easiest day on Day Three. But sure enough, that was the plan!</div><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284612148950560834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5eRMLpQjQb8kqmsFwYFF9gECAcMYRoOAvfBhPAgOcZERkd4UD8jWejbRa39_HiJaea3MPumRN06X-YgF8Hp7ufelrufRbWmfu5vkyBINqRKTmd6j8Xyp0GXUdpFALFcdiTS2I60lnTRgW/s400/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>It was so hard to get a good picture of the line of people walking in front and behind... it was so amazing and inspiring to just see people literally as far as you could see both in front and behind you. We seemed to stay in about the middle of the pack each day... around the 1,000 mark and there were about 3,500 walking. On Day One we actually started at the very, very back and ended up making our way to the front somehow.</div><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284612156049212034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLgHUyZ0hIX9Le6MW6shEvD8C-RBkyeLBx-1jZqocdgdazmvnlmUDdpUQC3DJLGrYkwFh0hwpI5ZMTOfaXKtXzLDt-ndFENYvtS8mEhWhGyDA27fOAPhBSBE0-gD3NG-1kq2uRlvH567_/s400/DSC00833.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><div>So I know personally I got a little giddy, or probably even delirious on Day Three. I think your brain just stops working because your body is doing so much work. You're so tired; you'll laugh at just about anything, or at least I will. I found myself cracking up over and over again on Day Three. As I've said, the support along the way is amazing, people stand outside their homes waiting to greet you and cheer you on... it's awesome! But then with that support they say phrases like "you're almost there" or "just a little more"... well, let me tell you - they are lying! They mean well, but you are not "almost there". Our joke is that "one more mile" on the 3-Day Walk is really two miles! We appreciated the encouragement, but as a supporter yelled "one more mile".... Todd jokingly said to us, "If this pit stop is more than one mile, I'm coming back and kicking ?*&%$#" Ha! Seriously, you have to laugh and keep the comedy of it all! He said he was going to come back and kick her butt with his good foot, but he wasn't sure which foot that was yet! Hee hee!</div><br /><div></div><div>So, at the opening ceremonies on Friday they handed out these cool flags which represented "Why We Walk" and everyone took turns carrying the flags throughout the walk. There were probably 35 or 40 flags and you'd carry one for a while and then pass it on... here is me and Susan with the "Best Friends" flag. Love you, Susan... the sister that I never had; God finally gave me her 12 years ago!</div><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284610634625861746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLp8eQMFg_aEU3Rb7KiX84yWo7yNbfGij3O6bjOkukjCoJpIpo0nxc5-sztW9IhLeoMaQSy06BayLwIh5VHmc1IwO1J3GWl0HYZ76useHyI1sb33Tp_C_DuuUOPuXg0-dorrZGgtePey8/s400/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><div>Like I said, this event is so organized, they put so much into it. The Crew is all made up of volunteers and they are amazing! They provide so much support and motivation... even silly little things like these bras on a port-a-potty. Let me tell you - there is no boob joke or boob reference that is off limits during these three days! You've got husbands wearing shirts that say "Saving Second Base".... all of the team names and slogans are hilarious! Next time we are going to come up with a great name... we are hoping to walk again in 2010!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284607941518558354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCtcuRoLdqbu-_rB5e-WWLx8m9yACC5lMetLr57GyweCvtWWNvQyH9-3k0Isw9OHRVyNKyHRF5bI8jRHgZFF7aEr-blw_MEJAu6JT1u2FIW6DqTnUYunGFbeyGBj2jqsQm5LQzxUjSUIn/s400/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" /><br />Here are a couple of pictures of sweep vans... these vans come by just in case anyone needs a ride... if you need a ride you give them the "thumbs down" and they'll take you to the next pit stop. Luckily I was walking with three people that were as passionate and stubborn as me... we would have rather crawled on the ground rather than be picked up by a sweep van. No matter how much pain, we pressed on and all made it every single step!<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQ1Y9EqT0NrrmiYFNDE6DzdW9sE9n6jk54SN_J1MjECpHJ6lDXsqEGtyPl2ggfLUMb78WercVUFYDUQWupj2n-S31rqsJKGBrpSPYwsbUUvqdRXPT8Gwy7hMo4G2ARGFYhSm-M1dU0GWL/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284612162704590146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQ1Y9EqT0NrrmiYFNDE6DzdW9sE9n6jk54SN_J1MjECpHJ6lDXsqEGtyPl2ggfLUMb78WercVUFYDUQWupj2n-S31rqsJKGBrpSPYwsbUUvqdRXPT8Gwy7hMo4G2ARGFYhSm-M1dU0GWL/s400/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284610617456350450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHdYmOhRO64jhZseaaeMNWkthFcOMqJvDHtMTTWBOdiIxbX0ZrPBJT3ymR889zzhp7QgVcHqfcH5VjPUhZg8r8Cz6QTAAZ2UMya9gFGzYsdvs6dbEIYTDwFJ4PiUtTIK6IaJw7y7q2iBda/s400/DSC00851.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><div>Me and Tiffany.... one reason we walked, in honor of our Grandmother, Nanny, a breast cancer survivor. It was so fun to walk with my cousin, one of my favorite people in the whole world... it was nice to spend this time with her and share this memory forever!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284610624805468018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1kQIIXY-kYvQyQheZD6gE-uEgTO-Tw9xsv84pjszBV_QGkViJD-zOAMv6szL82uoYGkqK3nyRsfDfRWZDCutMGlArbl9MrHK9_466fI_2j4uXlh-vg-uoR-Msyap_lw6Uf382fSfFgQ1/s400/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div>Day Three was the most beautiful walk as we walked through Addison, following the Tollway and then down Arapaho and through North Dallas and the Valley View area, then through the Highland Park and Park Cities area down Turtle Creek Blvd. Literally some of the most beautiful trees, homes and neighborhoods that I've ever seen... finally ending up on the gorgeous SMU Campus. We had finished - and we had the t-shirts to prove it!</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nV4V9ioPnYt9xc4ml_lAXPPxbNS4WtNzlSS0xeRCbf-arwC7NZ8z5SOIfZudS2KSvK-osleunL4R1X6r2uCdcJndwuvTxc6l5yZ-IG_fTzQvA0q1IZNTAIHR2O8JMbGjpz3PYGfiG5T3/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284610610439868018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nV4V9ioPnYt9xc4ml_lAXPPxbNS4WtNzlSS0xeRCbf-arwC7NZ8z5SOIfZudS2KSvK-osleunL4R1X6r2uCdcJndwuvTxc6l5yZ-IG_fTzQvA0q1IZNTAIHR2O8JMbGjpz3PYGfiG5T3/s400/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><br /><div>They kept us in a holding area for a while until everyone could finish and then we all marched together in rows of ten through the campus to closing ceremonies. This march was one of my favorite moments, you are able to see how many people walked and it's a never-ending sea of white 3-Day shirts. At closing ceremonies, we listened to a wonderful speaker and then were greeted by thousands of supporters, including our families! You couldn't help but tear up and feel proud of your accomplishment!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284609236964992146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5DNgtVHkOZbW2dctohSLkc4tmncNW6xtZIQqbRjUlP60ZUTFW9xk8qJQJdjxtQfRO3K4DUV76xtRTPO2WE-gkZ52CR3a-MsxpvLDOIv2JX5fag0fJIALL2Gfnzg4C3LifxLnIs0272WP/s400/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" /><br />At closing ceremonies everyone takes their shoes off and waves them in the air in honor of breast cancer survivors and in memory of those we have lost... and also because you are so stinkin' sick of these shoes and you just want them off! I think Todd said he was going to throw his tennis shoes in the trash!</div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBpbuxJmUVV1nH3_P_J88qFhsoJ4U35irAXZpxegbsoFXmDrkjMWw3mRduu31kzoLdm0Yr0dQx6Asu9CKAXQ7DVe9fwb5vz7zJqqk9xJhpx4UxqdVy4V6GxNjRAKd-KJbBrMFNatc15sKR/s1600-h/DSC00860.JPG"></a></div><br /><div>All the flags came back together on stage at Closing Ceremonies...<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284609213445408818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglmSR-4x-OQQUr8MShsk9gPDo91Wqnr-zBLPdyAVYw0OxFZYAkgPfe9LcJad_g4OveU0cfSJN1CwUs9gXEd-D1JnaArVlmhyTfdsWapCrPKfdMxHHkfqCETewqwEWtnB3r-a56Xzx82qJc/s400/DSC00864.JPG" border="0" /><br />My sweet family there to greet me at Closing Ceremonies! I missed them so much! Thank you, Daddy, for taking care of the boys for three days and for raising so much money for this cause. I love you all so much!</div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HLJMtr03SV4OIaR_4FYxjdGwCTbDqr5qboMggulOJ7dkO_HAgV2qi4ru22DBA2HDpJFPNT_JCLYLElRYzBU_t4uB6vE-fVzK1N0PeQFMUWk2gr2SPvVQOcXO0u8HZt_D9k0jl7csFzKY/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284609203175586802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HLJMtr03SV4OIaR_4FYxjdGwCTbDqr5qboMggulOJ7dkO_HAgV2qi4ru22DBA2HDpJFPNT_JCLYLElRYzBU_t4uB6vE-fVzK1N0PeQFMUWk2gr2SPvVQOcXO0u8HZt_D9k0jl7csFzKY/s400/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div>And my favorite picture, and of course it comes with a story... but let's just say, Susan, you finally got your flowers!<br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284609198123799826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8EA0SAr_kfbQ2ongNTroGInBRxNZEow6fF5MonpHfVjx6pWXmukhHE6873xpb-p69C-qOid0km4QVjhUsk2o2jIFg2DI8uKshM0oZBri-4DNWfnR7g8p0TebCLVfDBjIxiha4WceHQIcq/s400/DSC00876.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>I know that I am only sharing a small taste of the adventures we experienced during our three days. This is really a once-in-a-lifetime experience and I have been blessed to do it twice. I can't thank everyone enough for their support, their prayers and encouragement. I would do this walk every year if I thought I could raise the money! Hopefully every two years will be possible and we will continue to grow our team and raise more money for this great cause. If you have ever thought about doing this event - do it! Do it with us in 2010! You can't imagine the hope that you feel seeing thousands of people walking for the same purpose - wearing their pink and even dolled up in costumes. I know the stories of the people who walk are too numerous to tell - but you'll see men walking in honor of their wives and mothers that have lost the battle to cancer, you see daughters walking with their surviving mothers, and you see those who simply walk because they dream of a cure one day. So, thank you again - and thank you to all the kids, adults, little puppies and even strangers who came out during the route with their music, signs, costumes, food, drinks and needed encouragement! It is three days that I will never forget.... and I hope the $9m raised for this DFW walk will make huge strides for this battle against breast cancer!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-30063106994153555892008-12-27T15:20:00.008-06:002008-12-27T16:01:24.141-06:0013th Annual Haunted House Night<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jMtQdwH57f5A8oZNzVh4jkDgLapSvJGw26T2rMeRkyrbTXNJyDO2wnFDwN8VTLiOaJlr_yg_pBxAHIr6wYGvsiLjmBSe4Dio5JdrlBg_U1xffeQ8Yta2oUqtXBbfbzbstkLHNRcDbzSY/s1600-h/IMG_7519.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284583668705825474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jMtQdwH57f5A8oZNzVh4jkDgLapSvJGw26T2rMeRkyrbTXNJyDO2wnFDwN8VTLiOaJlr_yg_pBxAHIr6wYGvsiLjmBSe4Dio5JdrlBg_U1xffeQ8Yta2oUqtXBbfbzbstkLHNRcDbzSY/s400/IMG_7519.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />So clearly, if Halloween is my favorite holiday... this is one of my favorite nights of the year, honestly! I look forward to our Annual Haunted House Date Night with our dearest friends, the Sutherlands, all year! It is always a truly unforgettable evening - filled with many laughs and screams!<br /><br />This is our 13th year of doing this; can't believe that - wow! Now, last year - we went out on a date night and were going to go to a haunted house, but then decided not to because I was literally two days away from giving birth to Evan and Aunt Susan thought that her nephew might be born in a haunted house if we went! Ha! So two years of no haunted houses, I was ready!<br /><br />We always go to at least one haunted house - but most of the time we are able to make it to a couple, and one year even went to three! Oh, yea!!! But with all of those houses after this many years, we get them all mixed up and can't remember which ones we've been to or what they were like... we do have some favorites, and luckily new ones open up every year! There are so many memories.... most of them include Susan being scared half to death and Todd finding something small and making a comedy of it all night!<br /><br />So for posterity I told Susan I would blog about this year's adventure. Read on if you want all the gory details...<br /><br />This year we decided to go to Dr. Haunt's Chamber of Fears.... it was quite a drive so we decided that we would just grab dinner at a restaurant on the way, we thought we'd see plenty! But we were kind of out in the middle of nowhere; we saw about 12 Sonic's, but not much else. We had to really look for a place to sit down and eat. Luckily we finally found a Chili's.... what an experience though, this was a SMOKING restaurant (they still exist) and boy was it smokey. I guess when it's the only place you can smoke, all the smokers come here! And then for the joke of the night (Todd always makes sure there is one)... a few tables down from us there was this huge, bright light over a table and it was literally like a spotlight as these poor people tried to eat. I guess they ran out of 60-watt bulbs and replaced it with a 200-watt bulb! Well, Todd couldn't take his eyes off of it - it was the root of many jokes throughout dinner. "I'm blinded and I can't see my food!".... Oh, it's the little things in life... thanks, Todd.<br /><br />After dinner we headed up I-35 and arrived at the much-anticipated "Chamber of Fears"... sounds scary, huh???? But unfortunately, there were no fears to be had at the Chamber of Fears.... they tried, but failed to scare us professionals! Of course, Todd and Erick are never scared, Susan is always scared half out of her mind (ha!) and then I'm one of those that doesn't scare easily, but certain things freak me out! Certain sounds scare me and rooms where all scenes are around you and you can't see everything at once or back up to a wall, scary! Although this house was not all that scary, it was still a fabulous time! The night is really about being with friends and laughing.... And we were so close to Oklahoma, Todd tried to talk us into driving up to Winstar for a couple of hours.... he hinted at it every so often. "Hey - Winstar is just a few minutes up the highway guys...."<br /><br />So below here is one of the Halloween props hanging out at the Cutler house during Halloween. And let me tell you, this guy is pretty creepy! It was our first year to put him together and I'm not ashamed to tell you that he kind of creeped me out! He is the size of a person and when you catch him out of the corner of your eye when it's kind of dark in the house, you really think someone is in the house - he made me jump on more than one occasion! And let me tell you how that began.... so for several days I had asked Erick to put together this guy, but he was still in the box for a while... well, I had to go to the grocery store one night and as I'm coming in the door with groceries in hand late at night, I look down the hallway and Erick has put this guy together and has him standing straight up looking right at me as I come in... I thought I was going to have an accident, my heart skipped a beat! And Erick, well he was in the garage laughing hysterically at me! So from that point, it was on.... we moved this guy around our house scaring each other all month. And even Preston got into it... when we were out at haunted houses, he and Aunt Tasha moved him into our bathroom and he scared me half to death as he was standing there in the dark staring at me! Ahhhhh!!! Preston couldn't wait to wake up to see if he had scared mom! Oh, no - we have created another Halloween prankster - watch out! Why do we torture ourselves, we're so sick... love it!<br /><br />So hopefully I have remembered and bored you with a few details of our 13th Annual Haunted House Night!! Susan, this was for you!! Looking forward to next year!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3nN74Z9AiO6A5tVT3booTwEzqlOERBphoH9CG827zvnyjhyEWp-30nGPF1Nnp0omAOx4pa0RX3gHBbdWClKJkOg3JLfdH3ioPPk40qqJ_KavLVZRZOJn4rJCp6-hq3bVZztncsC8r9Q1/s1600-h/IMG_7520.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284583667506692530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3nN74Z9AiO6A5tVT3booTwEzqlOERBphoH9CG827zvnyjhyEWp-30nGPF1Nnp0omAOx4pa0RX3gHBbdWClKJkOg3JLfdH3ioPPk40qqJ_KavLVZRZOJn4rJCp6-hq3bVZztncsC8r9Q1/s400/IMG_7520.JPG" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-50580280696535894862008-12-27T13:57:00.004-06:002008-12-27T14:05:29.433-06:00Pumpkin Pie PhotographySo after many years of taking countless photos of my boys (I don't think they recognize me without a camera on my face) and holding impromptu photo sessions for friends, I have finally decided to make it official and launch a photography business - <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Pumpkin Pie Photography</span></strong>! Thank you to all my friends who have urged me to do this time and time again! I am thoroughly enjoying this new venture - I should have done it a long time ago! I am having a blast! And thank you to my professional photographer friends who have helped me with tons of advice and encouragement. I am so very excited to learn and to invest in courses, new lenses and all sorts of fun stuff... oh, yes - the madness has begun! You know me - once I start something, it is ON! Ha!<br /><br />Please check out my website <a href="http://www.pumpkinpiephotography.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">http://www.pumpkinpiephotography.com</span></strong></a>! And on my website, I have attached my new blog for Pumpkin Pie Photography - clients and friends can go on the blog to see my latest sessions!<br /><br />I specialize in outdoor photography for babies, children and families! Please keep me in mind for your next photo session.<br /><br />Love to All!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-19345731066613015182008-12-27T13:35:00.023-06:002008-12-27T15:20:14.242-06:00Happy Halloween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdO1q9p8fnH7KBriN9XA2qeJ-VNu3vcpJGnCP0b3gxwHu020z3ae_cJe_uj-QzfQa1L3r-Dfy9kE7EbtV2mQiTQqULngwOVALiCuOBTXrQESXteg4B9SciQAHJqMvGgLGkanMIzzq2QNP4/s1600-h/IMG_8150.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284574377394645554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdO1q9p8fnH7KBriN9XA2qeJ-VNu3vcpJGnCP0b3gxwHu020z3ae_cJe_uj-QzfQa1L3r-Dfy9kE7EbtV2mQiTQqULngwOVALiCuOBTXrQESXteg4B9SciQAHJqMvGgLGkanMIzzq2QNP4/s400/IMG_8150.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>CANDY, CANDY, CANDY (as Garfield says).... oh, just one of the many joys of Halloween - mine and Erick's most favorite holiday of the year! It's just a time of year that I've always loved - it's just so much fun! I love costumes and all the decorations, and candy and the kids going trick-or-treating.... the neighborhood just feels so special and the kids are having so much fun! And Erick and I love haunted houses and scary movies - oh yes, we do! We deck the house out in skeletons and haunted villages, all in great fun! Carving pumpkins, pumpkin spice candles, caramel apples, love it all!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>So here are a few pics from our Halloween 2008! Preston chose to be a fighter pilot this year... Maverick's got nothing on my little fighter pilot! :)<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284564779089055922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvqoz1MflYu6_euxlJdlgM2jLTKV_0RPlFtVlry96QBoP191ONXtmKyDLH-iQMDAYbsBXoZ9FGUXkMoQZlLQ-k2kKDZc7t9wDVYUNqhoVXZYKAscCJ-6tsfZIaV7qfWv2aJYd1dwyW8b2q/s400/IMG_8114.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />And of course, once again I couldn't choose just one costume for Evan (you'll see more below) - he had four costumes! But for Halloween night and trick-or-treating - he was this cute little pumpkin!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284566567368578402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoDgaUYZ0Hp0xprdPYPJKTZ0wvN8b0BHjjmZUoTuO068686aPFhK5AuYRmKqQ9NIiEXctT9nqL40_IIc0J83d-na87SMw1_7irmBmdWEmmhb36MtAbJmv23pgZtsf5Dnz4LnFnmzQRd7vV/s400/IMG_8132.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Here they are getting ready to go trick-or-treating with Dad! It's always a hard dilemma for me... I want to go trick-or-treating, but I also want to make sure someone is home handing out candy! So, I went to a couple of houses with them, and then stayed home and sat on the front porch, handing out candy and watching all the kids and visiting with our sweet neighbors. It was so awesome to trick-or-treat in our new neighborhood and be in a home again; just a great feeling - I was a happy mom and I was indeed dressed at "Princess Lea" for the evening's festivities... but I will not make you guys see me in that lovely wig! :-)<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>Erick took the boys around the neighborhood; Evan sat in his stroller and had a ball watching everyone. And Preston had a blast seeing all of his school friends and getting tons of candy!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284569886754160722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8qI0c8UedmGnvqMMOotspIwRTgLhTjNBahbzjSmw9T4-6qNbqUmOlynSYcejB38mJfFKlUjy3J7eyGoQpX258N-LvKpbFz1m_PqrMndY2rSV-qC2DgftTm6GYTmENCDVpa4MpxGEEB-4/s400/IMG_8139.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284566560352543666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8xdrtOEhm944mdKHdl8hMPZxHDS9CF1pTNo8Bcm8D5cBWrXQNPnWXT6g1vpTD73CLTDHvQWM3Xk07_GWUcKw3SFosQdqyK6utf84rZo6QsZOtvbGef3KbWWfLZi78jmWmZXrC___T-NU/s400/IMG_8123.JPG" border="0" /><br />Then they came home and we dumped out the loot and began to sample some treats! And little Evan....... well - he thought it was absolutely hilarious and the best time ever to just dive head first into all the candy! It was a riot! He would dive in and then stand up and throw candy on to the wood floors and laugh hysterically at the sounds the candy would make! He must have done this for 30 minutes - and then ran around the house just laughing! We were all very entertained and just sat around watching him.... so funny, although I think some of our Halloween candy took some abuse for this activity... a few smooshed candy bars and crushed Reese's Peanut Butter Cups! Ha!<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEXm9Jxh8iIQ8cfKMFQAFzyf0D4scU4258YvrTPgaWV0Uk0BdrQaqtgGmcs1ZefQFZxxQzs_6MitNKWwlF-iHnYi1zcA20zSnFxXTbJUxDt07E8Cpn3teq-0nurKB3lW7nIHOszRHFtJ0q/s1600-h/IMG_8202.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284572312904936210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEXm9Jxh8iIQ8cfKMFQAFzyf0D4scU4258YvrTPgaWV0Uk0BdrQaqtgGmcs1ZefQFZxxQzs_6MitNKWwlF-iHnYi1zcA20zSnFxXTbJUxDt07E8Cpn3teq-0nurKB3lW7nIHOszRHFtJ0q/s400/IMG_8202.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284572317880519586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLeARyAAlLVgH7qXFCXkjnXCjsvC2kMWPRWAP8LfDW4D_tL-2VlEhh1k7WfpOZVzH-374eSUtt1Po4fFRciSoKMfE3qnSjcSmhUKgPTvla2-vMbSIszL2GO8zILdxbuHA1tbQf-bGjInnZ/s400/IMG_8203.JPG" border="0" /><br />Our Halloween villages at home...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX3rbQ9bnSNZYIn1wcldXdTPeZEJLdMzz6VVmAzAnLxP7OsCKq4BPg4bM-PnJgecwuFlYOGJTvY0X1EIhH6aBsBT0dHGfbFseIzwEcK7iazY3yhM3XfOn0LKDOQE6aVLnATCMB83Ucx-bb/s1600-h/IMG_8165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284569907179314050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX3rbQ9bnSNZYIn1wcldXdTPeZEJLdMzz6VVmAzAnLxP7OsCKq4BPg4bM-PnJgecwuFlYOGJTvY0X1EIhH6aBsBT0dHGfbFseIzwEcK7iazY3yhM3XfOn0LKDOQE6aVLnATCMB83Ucx-bb/s400/IMG_8165.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284569898940942450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5TSnxcFeJ5zmMZAF8ZIZVg_I1jrZxpqh6dH383OZWPdNnUO9ejDchET2J9Vh3b5vbJkpaSwUl1kIyCYq3yS3eb_dY7ZChopdzz1jhSDeImiGoJyppiMIiaDyBOPL2SdHB4pa0MsOCmUo/s400/IMG_8153.JPG" border="0" /><br />And that day at Preston's school Evan and I went up and celebrated as they had their annual Halloween Sock Hop. They have all sorts of fun games to play and the kids get lots of prizes!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Here Preston is about to throw a ball at the dunk tank. The Fire Department was there and they all volunteered to sit in the dunk tank.... sorry guys! Preston has quite the arm and dunked him on his first shot! It was so cute... as Preston got up there all of his friends, the whole line, was cheering "Preston, Preston, Preston!" There was a loud roar when the Fireman went down! Ha!<br /><div><div><div><div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284564771957960322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUs6ArlkEyysElHX2clIFUkO9aeI5uDIpCLtdqL0CAuf0GWOgAdDWDCRXqfOPqg2wZt0xox7PhMmSfqP6kDGuNHCDXvq3luvhQrVD8sdWGY77Z2Of0fMPrukQmfqAOXGWKoY7uuMfHqyBb/s400/IMG_8104.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>And as I mentioned above, I wasn't able to choose just one costume for Evan.... here he is in his parade of costumes! These are also some of his one-year pictures that I had taken by a sweet photographer at our house... enjoy!<br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284572323573712178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38wx2VyZmj78W1MzCcnuK2gpSY0fuGRX6PvyZLTqWSwWLOEu8ut9Xze94wQK0tJaCxqgxQ9tT0kc8L8VBTdshRVnmtDOlvlvXR8zecFsAb-QGfgdRFsPZEgAcQspAQShbqnnSRGWPB2iH/s400/MollyMcCormickHousePics+008.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284572328647494162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghKrZ0Rhf6I-TZkcFYd2dtZb2WLulQhauIYwbZbnYgbhWkFtcJvs3yV_HAJlKG60ogbrbKUwsyn-RvKXtiB6uk4LVhd1YW1ItiVs79IHavkCbPgxYd6OPm5wHrwRuLBFIkpYSwMNzkjX5i/s400/MollyMcCormickHousePics+028.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284572332083543474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO5MkiICAUpWFxB6u4E-pcRpBVX7oQgTJpOR6UoLbRCohidqPdjZfMSk6-uRXJpBEd-RY85SoGXfrG5LWyUVeQoHCB1bxoGHPLO0K8ebHp6InKANutn7QmI2mORhMlOEcYHocUz-QLMicy/s400/MollyMcCormickHousePics+032.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284573697856077106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoOyKYdMXPehJ5sPL3jVrWanMXDKi81fT0tnqkXZeJbKiclaRrHkMn5LSOa3c-BwOIwwV1u65BR2rpAV5rruaEkaI8DP4CBxRsQ2LrcBAG8Wch7upLvw5NlWAH-7JH7by7yHEbpvpY2Rh/s400/MollyMcCormickHousePics+036.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>Until next year.... Happy Halloween!! BOO!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-19714973309777733452008-12-18T23:02:00.006-06:002008-12-18T23:20:57.420-06:00Fall and Family<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281363239959669234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRsJqBI9pzamjkebmYCcFY-DG1oS4E01Dm-CI94aJfFY-VPZaeR0fzRvteRFHs5EqeLg6CMt4SrG6A4ZzsAO3XfP-e6Bhx0AV1Uf5OaWsphef4slrWtjlVdyOF95smY_1Dmn4notQh2aR/s400/PumpkinPatch1+004.jpg" border="0" /><br />Almost forgot... we did get a couple of family shots at the pumpkin patch this year! Enjoy!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281363237020016882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKcI9P6rxuBobRO5jW0OXxSCcFHoHSN_i2F6ClWlgL28VL0lagz-1W9QRFjvlIxCfYHMyCnu2AOJjIw8tlv-fm-Z58_mdQRQt1gALU7xxMz_3xdTcTk5pyU3M1dGwyI9s6XfpgJN2WCKk/s400/PumpkinPatch1+001.jpg" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-5431919527524747332008-12-18T16:35:00.027-06:002008-12-18T18:34:24.931-06:00The Pumpkin Patch, or two, okay... three<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281273836190167682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyZHsDE-wJGO-zC0VAslMvcP4Z1I2IJb9CfV6jYmPPMJJ0ufrobh5tjIi0xSZJjFqM7uQ-gc7BLMgRAzmUiEr10uFo1GsJDp4d-o6t2Fgx1ZOSHs6QogqJINC0sb-i0Ca2cgKKr5GoNb22/s400/IMG_8305.JPG" border="0" /><br />So anyone who has known me for more than two seconds is not surprised that we went to the pumpkin patch three times! October is mine and Erick's, and now Preston's favorite month! We love the weather, the colors, the pumpkins, Halloween, everything! And it's the beginning of the holiday season, so it's an extra special time of year! Plus, now we have a little October pumpkin, Evan, more reason to celebrate!<br /><br />Honestly, not too many stories to tell about the pumpkin patch... just a crazy mom taking way too many pictures, as always! Good thing I've finally decided to take up photography as a profession, now I have an excuse to be the silly lady clicking away and posing her kids! I have to people, it's my job! Ha!<br /><br />The boys thoroughly enjoyed the pumpkin patch, enjoy the pics!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjto4JQEfKXehH1Zfe-8TOCgVVkuK4dhZpu9qyjLXzIsTpmWaCGWLTAhHpwJGAjrdxeWMEEmr53ZQRFGYEzz4sC1ka1-ogCF7CyKlbP-XuNBbZuL2OU1SrIp9TYjWEmhRB3wbY9kvcieEOJ/s1600-h/IMG_8268.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281273827486732002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjto4JQEfKXehH1Zfe-8TOCgVVkuK4dhZpu9qyjLXzIsTpmWaCGWLTAhHpwJGAjrdxeWMEEmr53ZQRFGYEzz4sC1ka1-ogCF7CyKlbP-XuNBbZuL2OU1SrIp9TYjWEmhRB3wbY9kvcieEOJ/s400/IMG_8268.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The Sutherlands joined us for our last trip to the pumpkin patch (the blog uploads my pictures in the opposite way that I select them, and I am just too lazy and my computer is far too slow to re-arrange them - so the first pictures are the last pictures!) Here they are picking out pumpkins (that, by the way, the pumpkin patch no longer includes with admission - boo - seriously, boo!)<br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281272892256866962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSS4xbyh8YTdMBnLAW0KllgH_DYm_Heq33lIqc3V5Fiom86hBS6Sx8JpAWryKFVTF5Ss4PyNMLPBFW88fZ3p0o8phiHwuRyHgPRHD0JMZPn_-76XP1j6-3znQlMDxkcDkcqiEehUNGdavb/s400/IMG_8267.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281272886004353538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUMVD5zYAXWDX0Y6nQ2yXMqPmrFlNYgbytkQN0J-pY4rfM7rxCezkB5aMguca-5D4elBBkIkzQ6xEbhKduHV0iohRXXtOfEqyGtFu-axvx-_8-yi9lcL0X0b70D8ONiOE9tu2UgfeLD9j6/s400/IMG_8248.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281272876747234850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJuHThZqGTfnpZDDXIZiZzYfEJ65_65Yas0nhqrM3QtTXSG5asIDUsBrR914A0AGLuwmdLiNg3Ogb-G9KV0vFTRYpxoaLVa2vIMUj7N8ezQCjhMt2lgZLyham-yU9teEB7ip0b5Mp790R/s400/IMG_8241.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>The boys LOVE animals... Evan was so excited, here he is with a cow!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281272871937059810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3afzzkJkr6zNRpPC-0cob-0DmKwa4odDWgnCfvCevWr49BhCTdH72lnMQFg6wNrp_PU_y8gYeFTt6vwVoVw9c5eZkQEpoRLfWt1c3YKlsypfThQQrZEUATbespbqjKZjcfvGQmPDtaeX/s400/IMG_7347.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>Love this picture below... I can just imagine Evan saying, "watch out goats, here I come!"</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281272862825633698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOXzn6b_3qsjAtiskV8SyRebzwkGQ3zwsYXgzaB5vV6VmCr6GNJyzvNLMrWZPIk_eP36fmBEGSxHNSYvXF2f5QTYIwzYjrZ-QPNPZ_Ft2QKOneNfnl1AhK1QiEN0Az3Xw62lrzmJDXMcfn/s400/IMG_7342.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281270877795343442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQMRkHTARuxLiUz9wTGU7Rtcxc92TLgOFDDJUAVN0yIs-mriJck4XKugb92hVYVNDdZ10tDGYWgFc7ZEyYQsGipVzfF9O7g0UMZX1hZNeQhBXw_nFYnH3ygM0-oO0OupIBCPg1E3DfyAc/s400/IMG_7337.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>My handsome 7-year old... loved sharing this experience with his little brother!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281270866963099570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKOMZJh04hLi23H2DjZPxSobLyZWtTa5QnMYJQtQ_Imu-2dJ8jVGb1Md_IJ1Nipza-bk6WVxJyNes7t5rlw3KNqSet7XOlXnB2BQRLw5JD5tPkXF1eK6UOXGWMmqiamX3xUd2GOJslwtSi/s400/IMG_7326.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281270858047336962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_zvrux91JUql8gN7rLhxg-U7_EEtY5OssSLXUMrcDS3ZYjprE4C17cd1G6yYso88RWaKrGLSW4ri4MDTKTXBXPq1TXSMzLPfqI5g_XU8l8puANrJ9ui8ROm46cjl_WLyKkvzySuww9OU/s400/IMG_7322.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>Our little "Farmer Fred", or is it "Farmer Ted"??? Those of you who know my favorite movie will get this one! :)</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281270848807324786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYYZdLauM3BH8sWizeXpAPPBhB1taHKsHWOnEmng1CnL0qK0WyJgMSWSojqpjgX2GXSzJErCrDbeaXNGYiEBvIIqR6PSPnrJlL2WZyN5_5eeHEEoGZet0cXvIYk9P_pToy1iWmwffWt3IL/s400/IMG_7300.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281270848321960098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwKibD_zyqqM_ubaJyFPxXly6sRtXg_9CPY5lq4ZyO1XVfABg9JpOkaoG7OJWnAYlUUGK_frjBCqz38dyJMSZ_A9NwcF1B-dn8OuRaGy4xMUWLDUQomdI8RzTbaUJc3e0GDo_52yVW6ERG/s400/IMG_7299.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281268789990326562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaXcpNHhRgKGN6UEYkh8jo1U5vxiwzcb21ISaHDV8oM36dMjAeAg61zkpLk8gpI_PeEpKvFs-AAeqVTUA9wBU8v-Qarc9yp3Y-Ooi_6VD4WGfCE5sXfuFzErBQ_Q3OxS22U8J-PRNTVgAl/s400/IMG_7288.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281268781262460962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY2cagT3DwZC9CH7m64-LaaWRMjRZaT49ok-XVwBHf0TW4sUzvGYbDMuv6xcEgoFtvQzVUIa-t1WLZBG7_MybEL2E3T1Z2YDlqFMZIxlT5A5sJ2G4eMCxSPWAGqvgY_XmEZpgS0wsLyZN2/s400/IMG_7283.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281268770432604626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidgxPlOBEzweWkhhBsoP-64L5T7lFnc3vQ8zMIIHjDI9VGIOG3lBS0ejjfvOe4CPZYBQ90Z7iCLtL68AZWOHqdqQPPy6A67qiBsmmLcI5Uj8l11hGcnwcEegN3q2JaTWphc3ZX2QDDxi3S/s400/IMG_7261.JPG" border="0" /></p><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281268765342094802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOejgWYvWkxDKdaN3Pjrz8R-LoY2fw5e_GgkiSW-ottL5k-md4c4jmZ1UipHxNSEowoYgS_TKbJGa-sw3LAmHfXkb6H4piULhejYh2Bi5w9tV4KFMqih8TXdH1LTSUK4dfMq-V7n_FR48/s400/IMG_7258.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div><br />The men in my life...<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281266724874541058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7a9vQKTKDax6sSczpR0Axbsh7M5TWnbAorVhcfe4ivr3ryFPJ3NSZAiRoviiui3-0_O2vwkx8-4IZ0jUlyoPcun0KTE7vfgDcNOuO3Lftsg-K6TqE-TEwuIIZNnbG9WizRc6G4-5q6-mt/s400/IMG_7225.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281266715708050722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeIWLe1LV76z7GVvRx7B1C1J1YjMLd5PpuFmi0gdlHUQJgzXFjuZFWkSXqWCBPuP8nJN6T-Q9fmJiX0qNWcIa4aJ-9drHejelzAIePwRFIj9u2cMIRS2qMP4yNv0j6QRCot663ClHznVrH/s400/IMG_7232.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div><br />Our other little farmer.... one of the many professions that Preston has said he wants to be when he grows up!<br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281266702902623522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGY9GoxqjPv16g-CEvTgC2vJ6M5VeBSrKfrJf83kvsYNvD-D6YSeg-9GwPyU0x8fHItwxEtNWuUDo6w2NW3gXF2Fk7XJdvmHBwZWPqbtqo3p1ZLJ2wP8OfVP67MXsXWJj5XH9KaABk9C6/s400/IMG_7213.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div><br />And these last pictures are of a playdate at the Arboretum's pumpkin patch... just the little man that day! It was such a fun day... three of us moms went out there with the younger kids in the morning and we were able to get a few pictures before it ended up pouring down rain! We ate under a covered area on a blanket and then got soaking wet running to the cars - too fun!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281266691219815362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivmRPVV-3O89Nl8RysjC6B4lqzgpBpAAU7Iuq8saDBpxoiq6Jj5fIbbDQ7Xv6wJ9sYTSK_a1QPiTA1jtgjl7GAY2u5azSjQEx6w54EhQHyiwYP0g9kLi10F1pffXZV7bsWpPu8cQbgoPJn/s400/IMG_7504.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281266683021225842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrZMCXSFrC5hygQpfdMReNP_7QH03H8WxMymThmuyfSBB3-p_70KuTQcu4H73Ol4Hw-buXhFlqXkNQFkPYHYm9vkV3p2x6fZDXukCCAmiK9ljHimTl-Ztca0hrsFDE6kAbcOGuDZ7FBGl/s400/IMG_7489.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281264090243007330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZSUUVMaelgxiHXvC-R7Rx0696ESG35eCE1dukAE7nhUzcG_DImGs3K59AiyREHGW5SqFMSU18vzDhKKvcFpZlTweiRy8ZWyChI4-XoYM-gtpa1xoA0tCwpmI3j8bttjcOLYoaRKXzVC3/s400/IMG_7485.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281264087157123090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigyNnNBJnu2eBoR9Ps1r4njTVedfRx3B7pxTckvYgWLFww5u1OXsCJrOM-ORbiyAjfZZ-8obhRK6AgYrrqCWV9WMhyphenhyphenMbBaBhqFB3b1i0DjiKq7w1MB517n8n3ZoFoXk0FEtuWx06lKur6J/s400/IMG_7481.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281264061921708914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjeX8OouaKKRDYgb68vtxsuaAB9D8GkJvvCNKV8k6mkSm4HIUD0_QkyNomtk6RXAVU75ANV3y50ycI0LCCYYupyLhh6Xge63EB7IsnOqifJE14ZHKp9iKcKjPxOj-Ub26MLMSTg5w42MP/s400/IMG_7474.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281264077715674242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8o1bsHk1xwmQwoSMjogeKfey34V-5FMf8_zMh6BplTfJb0yWqAjToBoVAQnLxb6db_-WiGY_ylQHQieC_fXyYDeY4RpbNYthlh0iajeqdCSewd4AJc7Wl5UW23-r5YHVpcrJA7YG90ybj/s400/IMG_7476.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div><br />The one group shot... before kids started running!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281264069596164674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgT7mIWoxBywyHaUygDbKm2GvTB8JI7nvpJx0u0K41AS1SOXt2-mlLM9_hkzGguSC9shI1eN6qGAuleIfuqjGOHHUDuMK4py7GouFLFSWtFAiBAb4uoIU2R8IEYEvclci6-eWkYJ0IGAn1/s400/IMG_7473.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>Happy Fall Y'All - in DECEMBER! Love you all!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-59373962799642169812008-12-12T02:26:00.011-06:002008-12-18T19:30:35.075-06:00Mother/Son Dance<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278819485294302210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3HyeT1UgI7Su5h4Yr86ghai24gayeJtSscK3F7-JgUjWYSAvs6OANZmnwWhgImT-JZKLsgA5kO13ZOJpZbUFfB6wuTlOstG2prjsmKKrDsYCW2nT-b0RCWMlK9qjR06JLGwScwkhv02bt/s400/PrestonandMeDance.jpg" border="0" /><br />This was our third year to attend the Mother/Son Dance. I love this annual tradition! We missed them not having it last year - the City was busy building the new rec center and didn't host it last year. This year's theme was "Around the World" - so we were supposed to dress up like we were from another country... so can you tell, we were from "somewhere tropical"! Hawaii, Tahiti, Jamaica, Fiji... okay!!<br /><br />They had it decorated so cute - all the food was "hosted" by a different country. They had fresh fruit in "Jamaica", and cheese and crackers in "France" and fortune cookies in "China" and chips and salsa in "Mexico"! The boys loved going to all the different countries to get their food.<br /><br />Here's my big boy cutting a rug... I am hoping that he still let's me take him to this for at least a couple more years, although I can feel him getting "a little too old" for this - MOM! Although he loves that special Mommy time, so maybe that will be enough incentive!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0E4jP3oVf8FA_RI8_34uQv9YLlqWL1UmIGWRzEnOxWTrQhyphenhyphenXxqaZ5y4VlVquDAd80D8_XeNpqp-wmJNpnR1uquAvVg2Zz9e2KRDdq-zwqUS-wJohkYV29chGqB7VBaVtCRY1WPT6tew3/s1600-h/IMG_7412.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281301661607956178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0E4jP3oVf8FA_RI8_34uQv9YLlqWL1UmIGWRzEnOxWTrQhyphenhyphenXxqaZ5y4VlVquDAd80D8_XeNpqp-wmJNpnR1uquAvVg2Zz9e2KRDdq-zwqUS-wJohkYV29chGqB7VBaVtCRY1WPT6tew3/s400/IMG_7412.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Doing the "Chicken Dance"!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbbROJITHebUiyCc4_G7NC2vMLMQAp5X-me1H-NTox2t9ZQOcfp0V8fYe3JYDagJNhuZCTeKrZacnRNdCfuwO1KhPaK-yaRreNSq02dDyFlTlJOX2T398WV3XkV_D7EKWNXnhdo20Jhoz4/s1600-h/IMG_7375.JPG"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278819513377000082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOTjfRItC44KknOXwyZl2xd2RrfCcsFyY3Z_oCPXvGtGNxtwECDV0fsDDf4ClCs8cViGRMk_paBDvQLFBqo_0zrOqsmfgdW2IwjBlN_1Mvt1mMUNF8K-NHemjl1dwgIfoATn5f3epo3SZY/s400/IMG_7402.JPG" border="0" /><br />We went with two of our friends - more Mothers of Boys! Summer with her oldest, Ethan, and Robbie with Max! We were tropical, African and Indian! The night was more fun getting to share it with friends!<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbvLq-OEZFTWc0pH5dkEWJmW0gKAhuldcLP9X3TcGUMGUOqu0UfAjPlC78tnEmcYmFWnIuuA1-1f_jV8CDYnuNFmJwpTr28mwioBq_2Z5ytC_MjQLWmOqanqEVwfp8W0FZVf_wMrLuXSBa/s1600-h/MotherSonDanceGroupPic.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281301636131801970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbvLq-OEZFTWc0pH5dkEWJmW0gKAhuldcLP9X3TcGUMGUOqu0UfAjPlC78tnEmcYmFWnIuuA1-1f_jV8CDYnuNFmJwpTr28mwioBq_2Z5ytC_MjQLWmOqanqEVwfp8W0FZVf_wMrLuXSBa/s400/MotherSonDanceGroupPic.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>The boys had a ball dancing together - they play the BEST music at these dances! Of course, all songs the kids recognize from shows and movies - just fun, dance music!<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278819506042938754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJe4KFzK6Jgb6hrzKGYNyp0H8nFILQKmwkcW2KwUMbFPgh936far6f2aOYq98RXBh2J_d940BFdh3Ks-hvHy1I-DWmHrtS6CVwJPpvQr40XSWalyodE6jLVOxsqRABmqOMy_Nq5qTha2si/s400/IMG_7389.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Here's Summer getting in on the action!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278819500726292978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabcAdFwIyug5mUZYyXl88GoF-0qsftl5GB3UKymv1i0ItRI_cwr8Do9y58MucgWwb2BAtKLgOfo3SnPOtYwjvxd19n3EHMkVzGN7E17ZfW7w4_7vIXypMQyUkJu6h9_wOXPAi0BybZ8lt/s400/IMG_7386.JPG" border="0" /><br />A cute pic of Preston and Ethan...<br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278819490007462066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwjJQdzP1RZOxp38FtXbh3r6qNJ8mDA1aFUsQUNYii-dsYBn1L0KjOPwNhdYDI8r95y3NzAw4NPGx3IThUT1gh42nVx_zBZExWbZA0LqDVhAmoweRm2m20hpBPkqvSav69QHzPjsiLOAv/s400/IMG_7383.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Love you, Preston! The dance was a blast, and then we enjoyed dinner at Preston's favorite restaurant - Taco Bueno! Oh, yea! We're fancy alright...<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281301646360761074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4Y85h-4B6cyX2rDWOVpCZDHNMzBgndrmqE8TgOLxlaA1h_6gK6St6AX-iulbmUzqEZ-JruzJDCHtxNy_cTePj5Wv0zwd3_3SN-QbV9jZrOM9PnJz_YI8_Mbw1vrJFE0U1BFPR9fZjqfI/s400/IMG_7366.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-12301131733546925852008-12-08T10:00:00.026-06:002008-12-12T16:06:28.956-06:00Evan Turns One<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJINyt2VO3Dx6tCw7DOtrRnj7zQGuT-GLlc9jeB9_15EntYCq1WJbWvhodtjvW2VGoCTNHOQoQeHEt5J7XtjV3yYVMBgJmHMuSnMzTZsaN1syk9wBpzZpZD1Q9EPPV96ai8kw6D5nWRwAX/s1600-h/GalleryFinal1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279017201658237746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJINyt2VO3Dx6tCw7DOtrRnj7zQGuT-GLlc9jeB9_15EntYCq1WJbWvhodtjvW2VGoCTNHOQoQeHEt5J7XtjV3yYVMBgJmHMuSnMzTZsaN1syk9wBpzZpZD1Q9EPPV96ai8kw6D5nWRwAX/s400/GalleryFinal1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK1MrPImP4Dv-cZhml08eAeV2hGrRLLJasKjLLo9ab3xNZwHfOM4_Ktw5C1f8SMfv-9ghxdF1QQHjcI6YoqwLTAKsSDW08eVutvETRwMUICPEt2JFgCUpUD6IZna7MdW6QkEDsfT4TE7M8/s1600-h/IMG_7862.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277464957015722642" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK1MrPImP4Dv-cZhml08eAeV2hGrRLLJasKjLLo9ab3xNZwHfOM4_Ktw5C1f8SMfv-9ghxdF1QQHjcI6YoqwLTAKsSDW08eVutvETRwMUICPEt2JFgCUpUD6IZna7MdW6QkEDsfT4TE7M8/s400/IMG_7862.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">So, I know it's old news now... but as I'm catching up on my blogging, the most noteworthy event in the last couple of months is our precious little baby, Evan, turning ONE! Say it isn't so... but on October 8th he celebrated this incredible milestone... and what a joy this year has been! I can't begin to tell you the love that he has brought to our lives - he is the sweetest, funniest, and most precious little boy. He is so loved by all of us, especially his very proud big brother who was beyond excited that his brother was having his first birthday! Thank you, God, for putting it in our hearts to have another child!<br /><br />So, what is Evan up to these days you ask? Well, he is all about the "real" food these days! And this coming from a little guy who didn't like Cheerios or all those great "first foods" in the beginning. He only wanted baby food; I thought he'd never want real food! But once he learned to like feeding himself, then it was ON! His favorite food is grilled cheese and he loves grapes! And milk, he loves it and we love it because it's $2.99 a gallon vs. $25.99 for a can of formula - fabulous!<br /><br />He LOVES dancing and will get his "groove on" anytime he hears music! And he looks around to make sure that you are joining in too; he is so proud! His favorite music is actually the music that plays in the background of his brother's Wii games - funny! He loves balls and playing with his trucks. He is all about playing peek-a-boo and being chased. He has started saying some words - "Daddy", "Mama", "Bubba", "Kaboom", "Boo" (for peek-a-boo). He will clap for you and wave bye-bye. And boy, does he love to laugh, be tickled and loves to fall down.... another boy that loves "physical humor". And will laugh if you fall down too, and will laugh especially hard if he hears you laughing! We are literally RUNNING after him these days, he is incredibly fast and into everything of course. He loves closing doors and funny enough, he loves playing in piles of fresh laundry! He rolls around and throws it in the air just laughing - I let him do that BEFORE I fold it, not that he hasn't gotten to it afterwards though!<br /><br />So, that's what he is up to these days, here are a few pics from our celebration! Thank you to all of our wonderful friends and family who came to celebrate! It was such a great day - Evan just had a ball being the center of attention... that is his favorite place to be!<br /><br />We had his party at My Gym, and he ran around that whole place smiling and DANCING of course! It was like a kid in a candy store. Here he is stopping for a second to laugh with Dad!<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK176oNzLCHxtj3RqWcPGd7qOIYX0wuJNRppQSt-NPvBrmxVR2EAzh02E0PagJZYv8HVSCCeK9CBIVszodXjodLQGZ1f5VCA2tXS1blCDj7vPY5n7MLiOuboE3XBBVHvxnrUBhU13vn6gV/s1600-h/IMG_7539.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277464952754452946" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK176oNzLCHxtj3RqWcPGd7qOIYX0wuJNRppQSt-NPvBrmxVR2EAzh02E0PagJZYv8HVSCCeK9CBIVszodXjodLQGZ1f5VCA2tXS1blCDj7vPY5n7MLiOuboE3XBBVHvxnrUBhU13vn6gV/s400/IMG_7539.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div>And we're back to dancing.... shake your groove thang, Evan!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279010789161416114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgINf3B0Lgf_t83RNyZ-RCPiPZ9v4l8oKX56jyNk0ra2i3EDtBfNvT1rc3IDZyLew637JbUBntZs480bMataP-YaPaj-mYp7fUDC63zaSuRJYb3YmwSQ2mmKvKM3Gz8ddniA9M3zhxrlqc/s400/EvanFirstBirthday+130.jpg" border="0" /><br />He loved being the center of attention and dancing around in the middle of the circle with all eyes on him... "Are you looking at me? You better be, it's my birthday!" Ha!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpowRqxrnTus8z5uWOzI_8mFdfpqtMBOd2eQQMjzTS67FuPZBdGvcrnOU83H0dv2DDV-NmvWy_qsvrn9cgA3fce9q3hXMSxS72IQpmVmfaxPadZT4qU6W3fzDUsvPjYFXx6wHr45s8j5Tp/s1600-h/IMG_7572.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468860037150706" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpowRqxrnTus8z5uWOzI_8mFdfpqtMBOd2eQQMjzTS67FuPZBdGvcrnOU83H0dv2DDV-NmvWy_qsvrn9cgA3fce9q3hXMSxS72IQpmVmfaxPadZT4qU6W3fzDUsvPjYFXx6wHr45s8j5Tp/s400/IMG_7572.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Strutting his stuff...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMa3IL35zIva2e-CrgY2D77lfNtxlO3FWAyrasjPIsmiazyx8HV5ZKGKE3fqoQ4g6BtDbdssHFpd6A3jU1SedKc_hA9Y7DoLcqui2O4Kw2Wlo3aVJg9IHPPRsEv5KWTWZIlTTLynrcpnDb/s1600-h/IMG_7574.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277452987052271186" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMa3IL35zIva2e-CrgY2D77lfNtxlO3FWAyrasjPIsmiazyx8HV5ZKGKE3fqoQ4g6BtDbdssHFpd6A3jU1SedKc_hA9Y7DoLcqui2O4Kw2Wlo3aVJg9IHPPRsEv5KWTWZIlTTLynrcpnDb/s400/IMG_7574.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Jumping on the trampoline was a hit too!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir81yICKRWkh9zhAvm8s309iPvvuN86aZB_qGLJCtDdoMMxCUxjT7z_LjLnHOz74vaURoe0qG9biwjhrsIEi0Wg8iXOCEYmeWCiIbGH3IIa8PjHALJGW3-y7pcZb0bJ4Gje5gVyIGt-c2s/s1600-h/IMG_7623.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468896037440658" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir81yICKRWkh9zhAvm8s309iPvvuN86aZB_qGLJCtDdoMMxCUxjT7z_LjLnHOz74vaURoe0qG9biwjhrsIEi0Wg8iXOCEYmeWCiIbGH3IIa8PjHALJGW3-y7pcZb0bJ4Gje5gVyIGt-c2s/s400/IMG_7623.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But we were not ready to sit still for a story or puppet show... the older kids thoroughly enjoyed the entertainment. Where is Evan?? See him... he's off to check out something else! See ya!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGD7GRsPAEiRXajesw1W_OmywNLJItNnt-qThdok6rflognJKLjOz7e0JzphmT-WPXvevshbN9elN-or00ETORRcJAKIGkSgMu8gqI60rvT26JZjP7Y3XJ824jWLC18WAaOduRg86hivQ/s1600-h/IMG_7643.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277452994147803714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGD7GRsPAEiRXajesw1W_OmywNLJItNnt-qThdok6rflognJKLjOz7e0JzphmT-WPXvevshbN9elN-or00ETORRcJAKIGkSgMu8gqI60rvT26JZjP7Y3XJ824jWLC18WAaOduRg86hivQ/s400/IMG_7643.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The kids got to play around the gym for the first part of the party - there were all kinds of cool things to do there for young and even older kids. We actually had Preston's second birthday party at this same place too! All the kids had a blast - they did a great job, and I didn't have to clean house - whoo hoo!<br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Here are some of the older boys climbing the rock wall...<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279010765378378866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidr0kpyahcnTIanl6JXgPHlrz7W-XVngUiYyEK2aYxPVDbIT1nOV5xW9A1zBINhSVIDg17VIJBH1VZP0aImS53hmaLYU6aAw7PGi2iZtvIDbjcBRuCvI2e3Afxv0glaDFxNszAItKcZ4p7/s400/EvanFirstBirthday+081.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYT4vCtFTBIdhHeqHTy3YK-hPGQlbw2DnDR2OHJz0kbvdT6pfuLeYF-9Pcs9Ohe3cds3Xx7YwCIZwjM8WL_2WYz-fEqvrOqcbVR5UseYv4oR3adoxybmUy8kjbmr8rEd7T9EZ0p6I_Jtuw/s1600-h/IMG_7614.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277452989886586946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYT4vCtFTBIdhHeqHTy3YK-hPGQlbw2DnDR2OHJz0kbvdT6pfuLeYF-9Pcs9Ohe3cds3Xx7YwCIZwjM8WL_2WYz-fEqvrOqcbVR5UseYv4oR3adoxybmUy8kjbmr8rEd7T9EZ0p6I_Jtuw/s400/IMG_7614.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">Here is Evan taking his birthday motorcycle ride around his friends... it's almost time for cake! They gave Evan the royal treatment, check out all his "rides"!</p><p align="left">On the birthday motorcycle...<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv00Dw_J_0IPHmiXDUEfZI24syD9ZkrmLKAM4YdcajWCCXeeqFffgX8k6FHdoH1SsUFqUY6ZgekchLfU7HPkJ-uCQGugx1jNbmJiT7BU9oata-Xdf9zyv6IPWuDY8s4TXGym1epdC4ntk_/s1600-h/IMG_7652.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456998120948994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv00Dw_J_0IPHmiXDUEfZI24syD9ZkrmLKAM4YdcajWCCXeeqFffgX8k6FHdoH1SsUFqUY6ZgekchLfU7HPkJ-uCQGugx1jNbmJiT7BU9oata-Xdf9zyv6IPWuDY8s4TXGym1epdC4ntk_/s400/IMG_7652.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">In the birthday bumble bee... </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279012645467883074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8S5_dxqzBgAdHiyIuTaF3Wh4uLnw87XjBqGx_1OBLMj4x481_Kry6ZzrlZQpRkHxGJj4mQjHK4wTyjO39-wWtKTomktb1tTtw32s7qV9vxcEuI_zQQf8vJWAxBhalaTHwh4x998PGmt62/s400/EvanFirstBirthday+151.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div></div><div><br />They put Evan in the middle while all the kids danced around him...<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279012640764650578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS9CfLhg97VkjSmwS1dORdJV-LHxWtDPthXTRjt7u7NjfWLvrXR3DUrC-vhFOiYk59HPL8f0xvN5CBALn4_M3_5vhviRhHI2h3O-A9p84zvxeWTF9xTWhF-4ojwCjSIGtjlA6BD14v-Ihe/s400/EvanFirstBirthday+145.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div><br />And a fun "bucket ride" that all the kids got to enjoy... but Evan's little head was barely poking out the top!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279010771936349266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpoO-Qzav_xkzdVzfJvs1OtXpm6144CVcJUFRLYd782dgUQ0lLWw3rzuk-JDscL74x_xjlLIFw1F4cNzbC5YQTh8WM6RBNb4o9Q1B3spXMjkhNyPhSUN5mUy7Q-AU2GK4mZYF-sMDUnmhH/s400/EvanFirstBirthday+112.jpg" border="0" /><br />Oh, yes - the moment has arrived.... CAKE TIME! Will Evan like cake? His brother wasn't really crazy about it... hmmmmm...... let's see!<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2GajEn1ddzFFwDVfw0Q-TLUxOcFXZZL7mNz9t136A3H6PS6jIaDMQsOS126DT1ic5B0kMsfLbJIxYKPHFtxnXBnCx8VVQ440F6TbwY90sT54A4e0xGnGSzxBQV6wYxz_SZygmxdiU0N8/s1600-h/IMG_7663.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457004437378178" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2GajEn1ddzFFwDVfw0Q-TLUxOcFXZZL7mNz9t136A3H6PS6jIaDMQsOS126DT1ic5B0kMsfLbJIxYKPHFtxnXBnCx8VVQ440F6TbwY90sT54A4e0xGnGSzxBQV6wYxz_SZygmxdiU0N8/s400/IMG_7663.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div>Hmmm..... this looks intriguing...</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9Rjtr06C8-DfE5lzP0x_3OgbiH__O1krVsaqGj8jv9PwCtdGk7K6N_4cCBwoBREi9XBDtli5TkLQNxCEdcJBZvwmi66pDVVp7YYeuShbmZR4cmLxDRGFQsR59f4JlnUll37tqcb4Ya1H/s1600-h/IMG_7678.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457010064516466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9Rjtr06C8-DfE5lzP0x_3OgbiH__O1krVsaqGj8jv9PwCtdGk7K6N_4cCBwoBREi9XBDtli5TkLQNxCEdcJBZvwmi66pDVVp7YYeuShbmZR4cmLxDRGFQsR59f4JlnUll37tqcb4Ya1H/s400/IMG_7678.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div>What is this gooey stuff?<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div align="left"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279012653800080498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfNzmI7hJjEeQLHjzimGlUuR2fwvw6-tIfU6-pLTp0xc822JtFafI-9o7MK5-ojzY95G_AcyMFZZ_pgblZ3VpSsduSyLihFD9U0eP5vmlNadP_mXh3wEDWFRSSSyNUWqkFjdrfvUncoMl/s400/EvanFirstBirthday+157.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279012659867338210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr08GZyw_53etiT3KNV2vL_YTiOh_71ZSoGjR1Oqgc5yZ-3ojepcn7LZEq6sExWocjB_raTd7IfOkk6z0-f70dkc5TNkYa6Hy_Os1ntn7daBBtbXKAJlNVXHhXOZ5CWqlrEfl-Cg6teEjA/s400/EvanFirstBirthday+159.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div></div><div><br />OH YES, WE LOVE CAKE!!! Loved it! Takes after his Mommy - definitely has a sweet tooth! He devoured this cake and enjoyed every second of it! What a little ham!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4HLFso3Gc55Zw8fOl0aG3QwqEMuYaXFU2_ylI1lRZm6eXgKzVLjlYId7V7GiRsLV4OjgW4qApvfkN95vYaPMG4GJjzWBYxBWuGId4yS0p09yb4JxFDeUyxXx8y5lRktbvkQpmc4bRbewe/s1600-h/IMG_7711.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457018147522674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4HLFso3Gc55Zw8fOl0aG3QwqEMuYaXFU2_ylI1lRZm6eXgKzVLjlYId7V7GiRsLV4OjgW4qApvfkN95vYaPMG4GJjzWBYxBWuGId4yS0p09yb4JxFDeUyxXx8y5lRktbvkQpmc4bRbewe/s400/IMG_7711.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />YUUUUUMMMMMYYYYY!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yyLZ06CPTObxvXx_jKAV8Fa5c1R9igju-3q8k6OzaHIl3Uul_w_67WLuf81qPzCtz3SUkkCSZ-qbCSmpc8p_CDLU4GeC0eDWKa8LAKZWPc2Y7-sOJxE3nfkRps6HRazPJHRGUKksAstd/s1600-h/IMG_7756.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277461538594941426" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yyLZ06CPTObxvXx_jKAV8Fa5c1R9igju-3q8k6OzaHIl3Uul_w_67WLuf81qPzCtz3SUkkCSZ-qbCSmpc8p_CDLU4GeC0eDWKa8LAKZWPc2Y7-sOJxE3nfkRps6HRazPJHRGUKksAstd/s400/IMG_7756.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"I am such a mess, and it's awesome!" (Thank you Aunt Susan and Summer for taking him to the bathroom and hosing him down! He was literally dripping of icing - it was great!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglFmnbT-i7vqi4ALt3ehen4ZBGKsdBxMbiyuu_KCRnMlkTkvg5wHMh_TuDW4rgZchN4mjMEZu9fOrdkUm0B1-EwYgb5V-Mfm1fTHuqizoZG5YkarTBqBikNOsBohs7B_LPwYOf69CvjURH/s1600-h/IMG_7750.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277461519535465362" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglFmnbT-i7vqi4ALt3ehen4ZBGKsdBxMbiyuu_KCRnMlkTkvg5wHMh_TuDW4rgZchN4mjMEZu9fOrdkUm0B1-EwYgb5V-Mfm1fTHuqizoZG5YkarTBqBikNOsBohs7B_LPwYOf69CvjURH/s400/IMG_7750.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Thank you friends for sharing this day with us!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoLfWXUf-ttvIy-bioBmNes0xsKf6IKGPXA_3O2pmlngV_BcOKkH2Tsy-FL6dlWJzggF5plkB7lpA8SlZWeOQ4NBgy3Ln4C9aLlYdVN3imsg4w3WsKBPbuToiljIK5PYsoKmpEBFsO95Om/s1600-h/IMG_7646.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277452999920394498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoLfWXUf-ttvIy-bioBmNes0xsKf6IKGPXA_3O2pmlngV_BcOKkH2Tsy-FL6dlWJzggF5plkB7lpA8SlZWeOQ4NBgy3Ln4C9aLlYdVN3imsg4w3WsKBPbuToiljIK5PYsoKmpEBFsO95Om/s400/IMG_7646.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="left">And a very special thank you to my cousin, Tiffany, and Aunt Linda who drove all the way from Rockwall to be at this special event! You mean the world to me and I really appreciate you guys coming! Love you!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB6UXhJD8izyES6YGw5rJ1go0o7n_3mmdoHd9-cIrbNo38gIWVq3Tv-QsH_tnlqpPkqX_aWjCZA5iIlbJS2FiL6qPtF5UIaJcsnOANNxE2mt9ENO8anbC6AdPmD86GqgXlzPyi8dBGbJkY/s1600-h/IMG_7774.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277461556487945298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB6UXhJD8izyES6YGw5rJ1go0o7n_3mmdoHd9-cIrbNo38gIWVq3Tv-QsH_tnlqpPkqX_aWjCZA5iIlbJS2FiL6qPtF5UIaJcsnOANNxE2mt9ENO8anbC6AdPmD86GqgXlzPyi8dBGbJkY/s400/IMG_7774.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><div>And here are all the moms... finally in a picture!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279010779183463538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsaQQrNXkkOJJfyfN6lncly-SW-wg50oPuCeKKRfhVhMxPamyxuFilEt-PTEZS-7BuCcOynTQMcIy1UcQlMmCy19lmBmhXFmp8bD8cuyx9UVGZvU_d85jYqATSFBuHdRNjRVtCxU6hTqqK/s400/EvanFirstBirthday+120.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279017193159406802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAL1pymqd2Ap7HelETEnvvUia_kTJ6ty6njTsmRfBbj19vL4QNWiDqMTB0-zGYRfzz5HCZLX11FAusjxuiyIWDBvDqXEbxboUW99fEm8t-hv5Ayok1UrnM0_BtTZ2iMbPx4RNFnmcXkjfw/s400/EvanFirstBirthday+187.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div></div><div><br />The party ended with bubble-time; we totally need one of these big bubble machines!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279012668878261938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItGCnJfm7k3_EREhna1O-EtTguAMR3qIlULNJyEfJqp_DnguwsVK7HvReaD-4usBzM8g-hXYzMxBXTdBZjM_L0UqdvxbcylxoZ-oNuI4E7CsPz2nBhzFoWQ-1hZ7Lcke6CdcucUjIrooP/s400/EvanFirstBirthday+171.jpg" border="0" /><br />And then after the party... well, the little man is loved and we were excited to open his gifts! Here he is with his "loot". Can you see the Cheerios in front of him? It was like leading E.T. with the Reese's Pieces.... trying to get this picture was no easy task! We needed food for incentive!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZxCg4mp2cY5CJObYPE99h4l2mdNuRynOf9oRTpPr7Efy3mZHgtMpH0UClAoSFsyWXBwOAcIJTaaknU8UjFFsapUav4vhp1qGZKQpnj-cbpyW7ZZgBESYBgii9FjSNW9FAHMONdjWLJJX/s1600-h/IMG_7872.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277464968193015554" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZxCg4mp2cY5CJObYPE99h4l2mdNuRynOf9oRTpPr7Efy3mZHgtMpH0UClAoSFsyWXBwOAcIJTaaknU8UjFFsapUav4vhp1qGZKQpnj-cbpyW7ZZgBESYBgii9FjSNW9FAHMONdjWLJJX/s400/IMG_7872.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And well, sorry friends who gave Evan gifts - this is frankly what he thought of them when we began. He had better things to do, and I shall sit on you gifts!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIzSyzFm6lMObzHQfQPHiffmab8seejUohPmgjXVE9FtHkPKpStW2ta1zh5NszYsOsWuiHEWQgPmhqRM8sCkAxdeq6RQsUFdht-o_fhKD43BxFrXVRA6-2krp9vT1kXl53ai2qPZM81II/s1600-h/IMG_7888.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468845268299746" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIzSyzFm6lMObzHQfQPHiffmab8seejUohPmgjXVE9FtHkPKpStW2ta1zh5NszYsOsWuiHEWQgPmhqRM8sCkAxdeq6RQsUFdht-o_fhKD43BxFrXVRA6-2krp9vT1kXl53ai2qPZM81II/s400/IMG_7888.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But WAIT A MINUTE.... what, are there toys in here???? Move out of the way, now we're interested...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwevLewlt5ob93AAdIukIBW695d3aHnEa9II5OcrLZCSR48vvBvm2ihfBL4FjXw1Egyu9yqFgGDCczema1tpvLecOphVhztQ7artjjcpZt1eVyd-w0PIK0ez8DxysX0nhYrV8ajHw1urFx/s1600-h/IMG_7893.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277464974253564450" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwevLewlt5ob93AAdIukIBW695d3aHnEa9II5OcrLZCSR48vvBvm2ihfBL4FjXw1Egyu9yqFgGDCczema1tpvLecOphVhztQ7artjjcpZt1eVyd-w0PIK0ez8DxysX0nhYrV8ajHw1urFx/s400/IMG_7893.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHpOkO4Pvg6WTEuCwpFype61LCAQU5xUxYxmiflOyYYNp8UVdhhuG2LzCGxfwZXbMhBqwx4Xg20lY9CC0ycTbXyZTVrGExs33rDDJDyTCmRGM0tvDXk3ocUhoPlQVD-uXMwpNHxPL12P4z/s1600-h/IMG_7919.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468885294297682" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHpOkO4Pvg6WTEuCwpFype61LCAQU5xUxYxmiflOyYYNp8UVdhhuG2LzCGxfwZXbMhBqwx4Xg20lY9CC0ycTbXyZTVrGExs33rDDJDyTCmRGM0tvDXk3ocUhoPlQVD-uXMwpNHxPL12P4z/s400/IMG_7919.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And of course, the funnest part of gifts for a one-year old.... playing in the tissue paper afterwards! He and his brother rolled around in it and threw it up in the air and had a ball!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAyKvfKesNYpy0xBlg_jTI2Il0vrorBk7IJfNRcg0gWCkBWzs_uSTaIOKO6RS9eZQSIfCMAeWZWpyrKTVcPDkEmrRH-2QEq_rKlFjbTXXf1V7CvPrZcagYssPymfwDLOyHztwBN8wD0iQ/s1600-h/IMG_7910.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468874649053170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAyKvfKesNYpy0xBlg_jTI2Il0vrorBk7IJfNRcg0gWCkBWzs_uSTaIOKO6RS9eZQSIfCMAeWZWpyrKTVcPDkEmrRH-2QEq_rKlFjbTXXf1V7CvPrZcagYssPymfwDLOyHztwBN8wD0iQ/s400/IMG_7910.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dear sweet, Evan, couldn't imagine our lives without you! You are sunshine every single day! I thank our God in heaven for the blessings of you and your amazing brother, Preston. And I thank him for the remarkable father that he has given you two. We are so blessed and I pray that every birthday will be better than the next and that every year you will grow closer to Jesus. You are our family and you will be loved, and supported, and comforted and understood no matter what... our love for you is without end, everlasting, and unconditionally yours! Happy 1st Birthday, Evan!<br /><br />Me and my little man...<br /><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lXE-8WYbH7F2UBlggeZc7NkbwJ_lchzPca2YibKA1oKTVjdSttVPzBQil36xIIPzXlMBT_TKZzcwQqDmbXLs5ICfemBW9MQRHsQUDRxkalhOs2RTe3CnaxvKpTCbu6hNuJQK6wAnwlEs/s1600-h/IMG_7811.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277464944021218034" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lXE-8WYbH7F2UBlggeZc7NkbwJ_lchzPca2YibKA1oKTVjdSttVPzBQil36xIIPzXlMBT_TKZzcwQqDmbXLs5ICfemBW9MQRHsQUDRxkalhOs2RTe3CnaxvKpTCbu6hNuJQK6wAnwlEs/s400/IMG_7811.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Oh, and on the day of his birthday party was also the first day in the "big boy" car seat... oh, he thought he was big stuff! Just the look on his face, he has arrived now! He has always loved the car, but now it's even better!</div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVR7P4y1uWlKjPYlj7jf2v_IfCBnJzjy5Gi7x1xoqxevHBBLLuiW815-6snqYuWAyw9ZMhxmmdO-vy_1nfHNQZMkhtLfZbJMXBihl-SBBGMjP4uJSubeytMvchn_xzjOk5lDqOvmcuKWP/s1600-h/IMG_7777.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277461562063179602" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVR7P4y1uWlKjPYlj7jf2v_IfCBnJzjy5Gi7x1xoqxevHBBLLuiW815-6snqYuWAyw9ZMhxmmdO-vy_1nfHNQZMkhtLfZbJMXBihl-SBBGMjP4uJSubeytMvchn_xzjOk5lDqOvmcuKWP/s400/IMG_7777.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-13139868123546717882008-11-28T18:09:00.004-06:002008-11-29T10:01:22.994-06:00Happy ThanksgivingI am so behind on blogging, but wanted to wish all my dear friends and family a very Happy Thanksgiving this year! Are we not all indeed so blessed? Hope you all spend wonderful time with family and friends and enjoy the many riches that God has given us.<br /><br />And I will get all caught up soon.... so much to blog - Evan turned one, Halloween, Pumpkin Patches, my new business venture... better get busy! But first.... let us decorate for Christmas!<br /><br />And a very special Happy Birthday to my dearest friend, Aunt Susan, today! We won't say how young you are... let's just say that next year is a big one! :-) So proud to have spent the last 13 birthdays with you as my friend!<br /><br />Love To All!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-12698175924398105302008-11-15T16:38:00.022-06:002008-11-16T21:23:38.756-06:00God Bless AmericaOkay, this is only my second really outspoken blog to date... I blogged about the Presidential race a couple of weeks ago, and I just had a few more thoughts rattling around... so again, scroll on past this one if you want to skip to the usual fun stuff and pics of the Cutler boys! This ended up being a really long one... apparently, I had some things to say. :)<br /><br />Please know that this is all written with a loving, non-judgmental and yet dutiful heart! I don't claim to know everything or to always be right - my ignorance is far-reaching and immeasurable I am sure. But of everything I don't know... let me tell you that I DO know Jesus Christ is my Savior and was sent to this earth so that I may have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">eternal</span> life. Of this I am sure! And I am also sure that he put me on this earth to share this good news and to glorify God!<br /><br />So, I really feel like God has been calling me to be bold lately - there are some people you meet and you wonder... what is important to them, what do they believe in? I never want anyone to wonder... I am a wife, mother, daughter, friend, but most importantly I am a daughter of the Almighty God and I am proudly, and humbly a Christian - a sinful, unworthy Christian who is grateful for the life that God has given her. The very least that I can do is proudly speak of His love for all of us and to speak the one and only truth no matter what the consequence... even if I lose friends, make people uncomfortable... I'm pretty sure I'm not going to have to spend my last hours nailed to a cross in suffering - Jesus has made sure that my purpose is clear, he carries my worries. God's plan for my life has not always been easy, but at a very young age he gave me a brave heart and set in my soul that every struggle that he gives me is to teach me and grow me; and I have never let my difficult paths harden my heart or allow me to be bitter. He has blessed me with amazing gifts - like giving me my Salvation early in life, leading me to a wonderful and God-fearing husband, allowing me to bear children, and for so many things I am tremendously grateful and thankful.<br /><br />So I titled this entry "God Bless America" because that is a term used so often, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">everytime</span> I hear someone say it I wonder if it has the same meaning for them as it does for me? People are constantly saying - "you're in my prayers", and if I don't know them well, then I wonder if they really are praying for me and if they are praying to the same God that I pray to? Because I know that some people are spiritual, but not religious. And some people are religious, but they're not a Christian. I just wonder if some terms are used just so people get the warm and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fuzzies</span>, rather than truly believing that God is in control and we should indeed pray for his blessings and grace upon us. And do they know that this country was built on the foundation of God, that as a nation we would uphold Him and obey Him. There is but one God in "Under God" and "In God We Trust".<br /><br />These thoughts all started when I got into heated debates with an old high school friend on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Facebook</span> (I know - me, fired up about something? Weird!) She is very liberal and does not believe that you must believe in Jesus Christ to be saved (not to say that there are not many liberal Christians out there, I know there are). But, I had said to her "I understand that you're not a Christian, but I am..." Well, she got really offended that I would tell her she's not a Christian. When, in fact, she's not and I thought I was merely stating something that she already knew. The definition of Christian is "someone who believes in Jesus Christ and follows his teachings". And well, his teachings are that you must believe in him to be saved. He doesn't say... well, if you're really good then you'll be saved, or if you believe in a God you will be saved... he says that he is the only way to heaven and the only way to be saved. So I just stated a fact... she might believe in God and read her bible every day, but unless she believes that Jesus Christ is her Savior and died for her sins, then she's not a Christian. And in fact, she never admitted to being a Christian, she just wanted to state that she was offended that I would say she's not one... well, if you are a Christian - then shout it from the rooftops! Being a Christian doesn't make me better than anyone else, I don't hate or even dis-like non-Christians. We are all Children of God. We are all sinners and fall short of the glory of God; I have sinned too many times to count and fallen so far from Him that it's been hard to climb back up to meet Him. I wouldn't dare cast a stone, because 50 of them would come back and knock me right in the face. But I do know Jesus Christ. There are many different religions, Christianity is one of them, and I am not ashamed of the Gospel!<br /><br />Now I don't pretend to know the paths that God has laid before her, and what he is preparing her heart for, and this entry is not really about her, but it certainly did open my eyes to things and make me realize that Christianity is still very much hated by some people and it is our responsibility to stand up for our faith and pray for those who don't believe. Time and again, she kept saying that "Conservative Christians" were not diverse and didn't practice tolerance. When actually she was the one that wasn't practicing tolerance of my religion. She is not celebrating diversity when she does not accept Christians. Diversity isn't just about people from other countries coming to America - it's about different religions, races, incomes, disabilities, single mothers, widowed fathers, a woman that chooses not to have children and a husband and wife that choose to have 17 children! Please don't preach about diversity and tolerance if you are not willing to walk that walk! If you want me to accept you and listen to your views, then you need to return that favor. Don't play the victim of oppression and then demand equal rights. And don't judge those whose values and beliefs differ from yours! If I need to be a punching bag, then okay - punch away; I can take it. But don't think that you will get me to rebuke my faith, and don't think that I won't punch back! Okay, step down from soap box... sorry, all fired up again, and she doesn't even read my blog!<br /><br />Now, as I've said - I wholeheartedly voted for John McCain. And I am so inspired by his grace and faithfulness. I believe he's a great man, and I was very sad to see him concede. But you know what... we move on. Did I vote for Obama? Well, no. Do I agree with Obama and think that he will be able to keep all of his campaign promises, well no. Some promises I pray that he is NOT able to keep. But will I stand behind him as President, will I pray for him, will I be patient, absolutely yes! He is the President of the United States and for that he gets my respect. I don't think he's a bad person or has bad intentions; I hope he does amazing things for our country. I hope he keeps us safe, gets the economy going again and protects our rights. And most of all I pray for his salvation.<br /><br />I'll tell you what bothered me though about this election. It was that I think people voted for "change" just because they didn't want another Republican in the office. I'm not sure that they truly looked at both candidates, they got wrapped up in the media and had their mind made up to vote "against Bush". Change isn't always good; listen to both sides and then cast your vote! And we shouldn't vote for someone just because of their race... just like we shouldn't not vote for someone just because of their race. So, for all of you who voted, awesome... I hope we can all, with great confidence, say exactly why we voted the way we did. That's my point, know why you're doing what you're doing before you do it! This was made clear to me when I was watching the post-election coverage on TV and they were in downtown Dallas interviewing a volunteer for the Obama campaign. She said she voted for Obama and had been on his campaign "since the beginning". Well, I kid you not... when the TV personality asked her "So, why did you vote Obama?" She stood there in silence and said, "well, he had good ideas on..... um, I can't think of the word..." Seriously, they had to finish her sentence for her. She couldn't even tell you why she voted the way she did... and she was on his campaign! That is what makes me sad. Don't let people think for you, and don't assume you know why other people are voting the way they are... in fact, that is what started this whole debate. I posted a funny comment about Preston wanting John McCain's autograph, and my friend replied "Congrats on making $250k a year". Yea, right. It was rude and sarcastic. How about asking why I'm voting for John McCain instead of assuming... because it certainly had nothing to do with our paycheck. Get the whole story, because if you are truly passionate about something then you should care enough to hear the other side too.<br /><br />Quick note - right after the election, honestly after I cried for a few minutes and then picked myself up to move on... Erick showed me this great video on YouTube. It's called "A Random Rant", but he's also got several other videos on YouTube, like "Why I'm a Conservative Republican". I think his production company was called Macho Sauce Productions if you want to find him. Anyway, he is this very well-spoken African American, young guy who sums it all up... sometimes he says things bluntly, but it's great to hear! He is a proud African American, Christian, Conservative, Republican. We watched every video he had posted... kind of hoping he'll run for President one day!<br /><br />So, final thought and you'll be rid of this blog entry... but this one got under my skin. Over and again my friend made a point of saying that she loves diversity and implying that conservatives didn't. Well, I'm only speaking for me, but I think diversity is great. The fact that other people want to live in this country and sometimes pay a high price to do so, that says something about our country. But let me tell you, and this may upset some... I think that it is a privilege to live in this country. We have freedom, but it WAS not and IS not free! If you are living in this country you should be working or looking for work, you should be paying taxes, following our laws and I think learning to speak our language. Again, it's tolerance - but there's also responsibility. I don't go over to China and expect them to know English. If I'm going there, I'm learning their language or I'm dealing with it! I don't expect them to cater to me or my arrogance. And I love my children - but do I not set expectations for them, give them responsibility, all out of love? We've all got rules and we all need to live by them! So live here and I will embrace you and your culture, but don't take advantage; be proud to be an American! And anyone who lives here from another country or who is on their way here, may they have much success in this land of opportunity! And for those of us who were born here - we are guilty of taking advantage too, probably even more... may we always be conscious of the fact that we have so many luxuries in this country that most people will never even see! Let us not forget those who have come before us, to pave our way... it is our obligation to make our country better and I believe our obligation as a nation "Under God" to reach out and share the Gospel.<br /><br />And for all those that feel persecuted, or alone... I am truly sorry. But we have all faced persecution, especially Christians... just pick up the Bible. We all have burdens and blessings. God is in control, but he expects you to make good choices and to follow and obey Him. Your life is not what has happened to you, it is what you choose to become. What's the saying, "life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it!" I truly believe that... and for those of you that know my life story, the whole story, you know that it doesn't matter where you come from... yet another great thing about our country! Stop blaming - show love and make things better! Don't be afraid to share your faith, to pray for your neighbor's salvation - and to openly love people despite their differences.<br /><br />You know, doing the right thing isn't always easy. As my friend was blaming Christians for the divorce rate in America and telling me that I only needed to believe parts of the bible, I found myself being attacked. But I took the hard path and really remained respectful with her. I'll take a debate - which is listening to both sides respectfully. Now, if you're just going to shout out your point and not listen to anyone else, well - that doesn't serve any purpose. She explained to me that Christians are not allowed to eat shellfish or use birth control and that I should read my Bible. Well, let me tell you, my friend, once again I will say - I am a Christian, who was endowed with the New Covenant of Jesus Christ. Thankfully, we no longer have to follow the 613? laws of Moses. God asks us to believe in His son. He expects and commands us to obey Him and His word. He created the 10 Commandments for us. So, do I sin? Absolutely! But do I know what sin is, absolutely! I don't live with blinders on thinking that if I don't listen to the truth, then it's not there. I don't choose to believe only part of the truth, I believe all of it. You see, my friend is somewhat biased. She has chosen to live her life as a homosexual. Do I judge her for that? Never. In fact, I never once brought up that fact with her. But will I provide her with justification for these choices? No, I won't. That's not my job - my only job is to show love and share my story of Salvation. She knows what she is doing is wrong, and for that she feels as though people are judging her. I will leave that great task up to God, as he will have plenty of judgment for me as well.<br /><br />So, thank you for the advice - I will go read my Bible so that it can affirm what I already know and make my faith stronger. Have I ever questioned my faith - of course, who hasn't? Something so great, so eternal - it's only natural to question it. But if you want me to back down from my faith or provide justification for sin, then think again. You want to debate the Bible, then bring it on! I have read my Bible and did not choose Jesus with a light heart. Yes, divorce is a sin, and hard on families. But why would I bash or blame those people, have we not all sinned? Show love, show support. And let's first talk about the commitment that it takes to be married, to have children, to stand behind your faith. I am not in this life for me and my selfish purposes.... I am here because God placed me here for His purpose, and to that I am committed. Words cannot express the love that I have for my sweet husband. He challenges me, loves me, believes in me, and hopes for me every day - and as I lay with him I know that God made us in perfect form to fit together. So don't just take the easy way out and tell the world what you need, what you deserve. The truth is that none of us deserve anything. Tell me about your commitment, your sacrifices, tell me your story and withhold your judgment of others. I know there are Christians out there that may give us a bad name... but don't put us all in a box - ask for my story, I am happy to tell it.<br /><br />So, I'll leave this and know that I put my faith in God and His plan. I will pray for his grace, his wisdom and his mercy every day. I will pray that he will keep my children safe and give me the ability to raise them up to serve him. And I pray that my boys will truly know him at an early age. And Lord, please help me to serve you better! No matter who is President and what our opinions are... I believe that Jesus Christ is our Savior; and God is the King of Kings and creator and ruler of all!<br /><br />Thanks again for listening! No more rants for me.... back to the fun stuff! Hopefully my dear friends have listened with a soft heart and open mind. This blog was for my God, to openly express my love of Him, and for my boys - so that they know the love that their mother has for Him. Love You All! God Bless.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-3354626694498146502008-11-04T10:41:00.007-06:002008-11-04T10:55:45.540-06:00Nap Time Equals Naked Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGhTGhDle9woh7U-9L-xxJH6OSvqrb3DTFmqo52cbs3nQKKZ_c-YD0iNXc1VYMQjFf5aUk8feuH0GOuWBb-JvAsCVWSEhAsYcKT2RxEdNH6XmJfZg7XXdMYvkDguH0lyVqudU-o4X6pHA/s1600-h/IMG_7512.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264845205183022882" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGhTGhDle9woh7U-9L-xxJH6OSvqrb3DTFmqo52cbs3nQKKZ_c-YD0iNXc1VYMQjFf5aUk8feuH0GOuWBb-JvAsCVWSEhAsYcKT2RxEdNH6XmJfZg7XXdMYvkDguH0lyVqudU-o4X6pHA/s400/IMG_7512.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div><br />So this is how I found Evan a few days ago when I went to get him up from his nap. He had completely undressed himself! He was just sitting there, holding his outfit very proudly. He was wearing a long pant onesie and he just pulled it down over his shoulders and slid it down his whole body - the snaps were still snapped around the legs! Goofy kid! And this isn't the first wardrobe malfunction - he's always pulling one arm out of his shirt or putting both legs into just one pant leg during naptime... it's hilarious because then he can't stand up - HELP MOM! Oh, Evan... just don't figure out that diaper, please!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-40995891547085877202008-11-04T02:29:00.002-06:002008-11-04T08:25:13.882-06:00Getting A Little Political...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOw-4IIttrzvF914Vs2-BlqcD61avobUDWxriVMuSqlHDGCNzNeLp-WXJzUFCwuSnIN9lzuEFGsxOvT5KIBzhYJtF5mdAP4d3CuZ0HrEPttJXOYndCaFnYGfBanmb1AvY-ZjThSr79jY5g/s1600-h/Evan-SleepingMcCain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264718260730529794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOw-4IIttrzvF914Vs2-BlqcD61avobUDWxriVMuSqlHDGCNzNeLp-WXJzUFCwuSnIN9lzuEFGsxOvT5KIBzhYJtF5mdAP4d3CuZ0HrEPttJXOYndCaFnYGfBanmb1AvY-ZjThSr79jY5g/s400/Evan-SleepingMcCain.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So this precious picture of Evan was taken on the day of his first birthday! And although I have never been really "political" on my blog... I thought with the upcoming election, that I would get just a little political. So if you're not up for it, just skip on past this one!<br /><br />I mainly wanted to do this blog entry for my boys - so that they will know why I dressed Evan in a John McCain shirt and why our family will be voting for the Republican Presidential Candidate - John McCain, this year.<br /><br />I'll try to make this short and sweet - simply put, I am voting for the person that I believe will glorify God and His plan for this temporary world. And I believe John McCain is that person in this candidacy. I am voting with my heart, my faith and my family values. There are so many important issues in the world - and of course, I believe that economic, health care and energy issues are important. But for me, there are other causes that weigh heavier on my heart and are more important to me personally.<br /><br />Most of you probably know that I am as pro-life as a person can get... I believe that life begins at conception and that once life is made, it is in God's hands and His will should be done. I don't think it's our place to "choose" whether a child will live or die. I believe it's a child, not a choice and I believe it's a matter of a child's body - and not the argument of a "woman's body". I made sure that Erick knew before giving birth to both of our children that under no circumstance are you to choose my life over our child's life... you leave it in God's hands. If it's my time to go, I am ready! I say these things because it's a cause that I am passionate about, because every day 4,000 babies are aborted. And I'm not saying that they are aborted easily or without thought - I know it is a difficult choice; but I also believe that two wrongs don't make a right. I support abstinence, adoption and support for un-prepared mothers.<br /><br />So, with as much money as we put into saving trees, polar bears and an earth that I believe is strong and will survive... I wish that we would invest more into the culture of America - our family values. I was very moved when John McCain actually said, regarding abortion, that "we have to change the culture of America". I completely agree with that, as I agree with many things that he has said... I don't think that anywhere in the bible it says that we should value the needs of this world over the needs of God's children. I mean, how many children have died of starvation as we invest our money in "green" technology? It's important to be good stewards of this earth - but it honestly does not make me sleep better at night knowing that my light bulb is more energy efficient.<br /><br />And I do not like war - but I believe that it is sometimes a necessary measure to protect us from the evil that exists in this world - again, we want our children to have trees and a clean earth - but we don't want their country to be free of terrorists? We don't want them to be able to have the same citizen rights that we enjoy today as Americans, the rights that have been paid for with many lives? And I mourn for those soldiers who have died for our country - and I am very grateful. Because of them and soldiers before them, I have the right to have this blog, voice my opinion, worship my Lord and Savior openly, send my children to school and live in the greatest country in the world!<br /><br />I don't believe that we can blame the economy on our President. I blame us - we Americans tend to take things for granted and act selfish I think - sorry, but we do! We are the most obese country in the world, which means we eat too much (I know I eat too much)! It would only make sense that we spend too much (I know I spend too much)! And I believe that's why we're in this situation - too many companies and individuals spending money when they don't have it! Hopefully many lessons are being learned and I have no doubt our economy will bounce back stronger than ever! God promised us challenges and heartache and hard times - I think we take advantage of being able to "blame" someone for the problems in the world. I choose to live in this country and I consider it a great privilege and honor to be an American. Thank you, Jesus, for putting me in this place. And if I didn't love this country - guess what I also have the freedom to do... leave!<br /><br />And since I live with a tax accountant, let me briefly say that I think all of us who pay taxes pay enough taxes! I think that we should focus on the people living in our country that don't pay taxes, that are benefiting from our country, its systems. Let's find those people and hold them accountable. Let's impress on the government to be better handlers of our money and not raise taxes and take much needed money out of this economy. To be honest - how many millions of dollars have these two candidates spent on their campaigns over the last two years... sure wish we could have invested some of that money? Sure, it's important for them to be heard so that we can form our opinion - but ads were still running yesterday... I think we've all heard enough.<br /><br />But no matter who wins this election for President - I will pray for them, I will be patient with them and even support them as the leader of our country. Because after all, God is in control and His plan will be done no matter who takes office.<br /><br />Thanks for listening! Please know that I love you all - friends and family, conservative or liberal... I hope you respect my opinion as much as I would respect yours. Nothing said here was intended to offend or upset - just a little glimpse into my thoughts, my heart.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-77842265319475419562008-10-11T02:01:00.000-05:002008-11-04T02:27:08.064-06:00First Haircut<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxym7ffpeyYvOFGeZli-wSGMDlRM_-XieG8eM56QfB2TaYBFkSKNVde8z7JQb7kkVJLXptqMVPzBQd2D1ScdZdEjLxhyL5-c02c92WdG_jkoUNitxyc5tM2C5dm5OcJAmoUBFLpOqHIKKF/s1600-h/IMG_7057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264713076422500594" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxym7ffpeyYvOFGeZli-wSGMDlRM_-XieG8eM56QfB2TaYBFkSKNVde8z7JQb7kkVJLXptqMVPzBQd2D1ScdZdEjLxhyL5-c02c92WdG_jkoUNitxyc5tM2C5dm5OcJAmoUBFLpOqHIKKF/s400/IMG_7057.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well, we thought we could make it to his first birthday... but nope, this boy seriously needed a haircut! What do they say about a mullet - "business in the front, party in the back"... well, Evan had a party in the front and a party in the back! It was so long - he had these long pieces that would hang down in his face.... so off for a haircut!<br /><br />Oh, the joy of the first haircut....<br /><br />Evan - "this stinks, lady.... drop the scissors and back away!"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xbX_lTXFcjgSwuiTiC5tRSsbQKpp4kZLgyq5DYv0ptKaCQ9PySNekdT895FDUVy1I_ZvOiHJ95bj912ob9KKSooD46aHUuiwKbnFJgOqn2xPrOmX8yE4r7q_YV_Z8a5-L52RkP-tEmC_/s1600-h/IMG_7058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264713083769142130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xbX_lTXFcjgSwuiTiC5tRSsbQKpp4kZLgyq5DYv0ptKaCQ9PySNekdT895FDUVy1I_ZvOiHJ95bj912ob9KKSooD46aHUuiwKbnFJgOqn2xPrOmX8yE4r7q_YV_Z8a5-L52RkP-tEmC_/s400/IMG_7058.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Okay - this lady gave me a cool toy, maybe this isn't so bad?"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3eVjo1bXN1Ql3P4ctHzeRYE83mFATqsDsMT66rUwnUVvKausI_zQ2nPJPUFCU2uo3KZOZrB9zXp18E75dVkDFlamdV25Jpyb-W4nJDDgzNuMRqS_5Zp6qStKHM7ULU8h_VkIQOdSp_bfK/s1600-h/IMG_7063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264713086084575906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3eVjo1bXN1Ql3P4ctHzeRYE83mFATqsDsMT66rUwnUVvKausI_zQ2nPJPUFCU2uo3KZOZrB9zXp18E75dVkDFlamdV25Jpyb-W4nJDDgzNuMRqS_5Zp6qStKHM7ULU8h_VkIQOdSp_bfK/s400/IMG_7063.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"No, it still stinks... the toy was just a distraction!"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgma1wS_0oznIonPD96UEpDmAzIMSN0mtJbJ7ApzB3c6H1fhSIPFsU9j-GYXRgFM-dvbB9meSpMRFJg8qh4w42TKqKS9w1YJuXra1yw1VEotRvOF6V1vFaK4xE0XedYTTfq3O8FivprmPK5/s1600-h/IMG_7072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264713088949015650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgma1wS_0oznIonPD96UEpDmAzIMSN0mtJbJ7ApzB3c6H1fhSIPFsU9j-GYXRgFM-dvbB9meSpMRFJg8qh4w42TKqKS9w1YJuXra1yw1VEotRvOF6V1vFaK4xE0XedYTTfq3O8FivprmPK5/s400/IMG_7072.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"But - dern, I sure am handsome with my new do!!!"<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCre7hOhQhLstw9P7VFBMtv2CHxH1Etl6iAij_5KslAPgiW_yNGXhFC3kI8BBFaLnOX_CL70xH5BskJYNTn8TMYCldj0TLOjtOHr45HRNINtumvV1NUubHb9VSAFF4K_fF7LmHPTP7RAF_/s1600-h/IMG_7073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264713100312279778" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCre7hOhQhLstw9P7VFBMtv2CHxH1Etl6iAij_5KslAPgiW_yNGXhFC3kI8BBFaLnOX_CL70xH5BskJYNTn8TMYCldj0TLOjtOHr45HRNINtumvV1NUubHb9VSAFF4K_fF7LmHPTP7RAF_/s400/IMG_7073.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br />Such a big boy -haircuts, whole milk, real food and running laps around the house! Oh, sweet Evan - we enjoy every moment of you.... I apologize in advance for the many haircuts to come!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-67979196155786403362008-10-10T01:47:00.000-05:002008-11-04T02:26:44.464-06:00The Force Is Strong With These Boys...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTbfjLkWnHZeyM2veyhn4pw87wbHWO_ZHKmQ6wp_IdImHgQIs5h91l2mHU8zI7sLpPoNfYdmFDBg9pmxdt_4FHEW68Q4o8O71G_LyEIcOnjbZaiQ4s6S4J1H-mgRZMfDvQsqKkGtORMbW/s1600-h/IMG_6977.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264707537500436178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTbfjLkWnHZeyM2veyhn4pw87wbHWO_ZHKmQ6wp_IdImHgQIs5h91l2mHU8zI7sLpPoNfYdmFDBg9pmxdt_4FHEW68Q4o8O71G_LyEIcOnjbZaiQ4s6S4J1H-mgRZMfDvQsqKkGtORMbW/s400/IMG_6977.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Thank you so very much to Aunt Tasha who invited us to this great event where Pottery Barn Kids had the Star Wars characters there to meet the kids! These boys love Star Wars! They were all Star Wars characters for Halloween last year, love Star Wars Legos, the Star Wars video game, toys, you name it! I didn't even tell Preston where we were going, but needless to say he was very excited when he saw these guys waiting!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-4020234192681996182008-10-05T01:32:00.002-05:002008-11-04T01:47:05.851-06:00Girls' Night at The Cutler Cinema<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ1y38MvVIwu3hYhtfky7PvHJKxHM3RRU7ML8TSbXprLvhTScgXqIYG4xulINkx3QkP5txR_Mjy9p0TLhJ3SSAn1jVpUQ0nCmIZh11HK6z9SIv1bOf7TwSK_tHTgn4IUSUi89SkUN-2k9F/s1600-h/IMG_7102.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264704007827393570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ1y38MvVIwu3hYhtfky7PvHJKxHM3RRU7ML8TSbXprLvhTScgXqIYG4xulINkx3QkP5txR_Mjy9p0TLhJ3SSAn1jVpUQ0nCmIZh11HK6z9SIv1bOf7TwSK_tHTgn4IUSUi89SkUN-2k9F/s400/IMG_7102.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was the second showing at what the girl's have called the "Cutler Cinema" - and we do like the movies at our house, so pretty appropriately titled! What a fun night with the girls - Paige, Jenni, Summer, Susan, Denise, Cathy, Tasha, Laura and Robbie and me! We watched a cute movie, "Made of Honor" this time around. Our first viewing was "Juno", which is such a great movie!<br /><br />Then as girls do, we stayed up chatting waaaaay after the movie credits rolled. Thanks girls for your friendships - let's do it again in December maybe? But of course, you are all welcome anytime! Love you all! And thanks for always bringing "the corn", Jenni!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949558774945195912.post-4738526630385787822008-09-30T14:45:00.022-05:002008-11-04T01:29:51.294-06:00We Have a 7-Year Old<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqGfSsTHal5BsezJe0yq09icLgF4B-c6TjOGKZyngFz4DnxfOVRk68-QjB_5QrbD2jmbjmrsY2bcFEB0DGOpQqDM9eO12_k5RnxOiZtl2OEVaZeoH48lUBhwPYHO6sZ7k2iHrv-k8yAmi/s1600-h/IMG_6385.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264540141929562882" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqGfSsTHal5BsezJe0yq09icLgF4B-c6TjOGKZyngFz4DnxfOVRk68-QjB_5QrbD2jmbjmrsY2bcFEB0DGOpQqDM9eO12_k5RnxOiZtl2OEVaZeoH48lUBhwPYHO6sZ7k2iHrv-k8yAmi/s400/IMG_6385.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wow - doesn't 7-years old just seem so old? For some reason, it hit me harder this year that Preston is growing up so fast and just keeps inching his way to double digits! He has grown up so much this past year - he is such a loving, fun, outgoing and talented young man. We are so proud of him and had so much fun celebrating his 7<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> birthday! Thank you, Preston, for all the joy you have brought to our lives. You are loved so fully, unconditionally and without end.<br /><br />So this was the year that we weren't going to have a "big party" for Preston, and we didn't... but we ended up somehow spreading the birthday festivities out for several days with several different celebrations? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hmmmm</span>.... well, let the parties begin!<br /><br />First, since Preston was three years old we have gone to the last Friday home game for the Frisco <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Roughriders</span>. It always falls right around his birthday and is a blast with friends and fireworks! This year we were joined by the Sutherland and Thomas families - these two families are such great friends, they really are like family to us. Preston has grown up with all of these kids - thank you all so much for sharing your lives with us and being a huge part of ours!<br /><br />So, a few days before the game I e-mailed to have Preston's name put on the jumbo-tron for the birthday announcements and they actually asked if Preston would want to be the Jr. Announcer for the evening? Well, heck yea! At first, he was nervous when I told him that he was going to be announcing a player in front of everyone... but he got over it and did a great job! And he had to introduce a very long name, I can't even remember what it was! But the game was actually televised that night, so we were able to record it and show him the next morning that he was on TV! He was so proud - hopefully a memory that he will cherish!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5kFc6YqhkfXj6pMxTEDzM8IFXjqbeNSQ6U9najFm74sm66d8CHB4m_GzWzcfjjd_QPMEZ_Cnv2eUPw60eoYFjWw7GqCLcFr4-vK08N5m9gBRE6wMKwPt2Gwa2_I-C19-LNeIfSWEiiUw/s1600-h/BaseballGame-Prestonnameonscreen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264536590728191442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5kFc6YqhkfXj6pMxTEDzM8IFXjqbeNSQ6U9najFm74sm66d8CHB4m_GzWzcfjjd_QPMEZ_Cnv2eUPw60eoYFjWw7GqCLcFr4-vK08N5m9gBRE6wMKwPt2Gwa2_I-C19-LNeIfSWEiiUw/s400/BaseballGame-Prestonnameonscreen.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDliTM6x0b-WsyoIdYYwfu4YOIia8WYIb16_4q-BMPd9aQUQuxbfuHzTeSb7gZ4CZJgish3odrcIDLEEHzxES00YpWmFwjaniencKurT30XC3Z7HsP8kGU0ZJ6kego3UfMgybDOu7KrIM6/s1600-h/BaseballGame-Prestononscreen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264536593960505906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDliTM6x0b-WsyoIdYYwfu4YOIia8WYIb16_4q-BMPd9aQUQuxbfuHzTeSb7gZ4CZJgish3odrcIDLEEHzxES00YpWmFwjaniencKurT30XC3Z7HsP8kGU0ZJ6kego3UfMgybDOu7KrIM6/s400/BaseballGame-Prestononscreen.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRVcCaD7o6MByjdIqavNsmOu9OpDCUidQRPwaJBYJd3D0-igzb9t0SB4tTIkUE6HuVM1YgUdtvC7LBqBLgU6TSc4OHzxYhiB8yVlE9I2-RLiKYXnPXS6l9uR4EXdxKuwMyXKIS533sKH1/s1600-h/IMG_6366.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264540118937751074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRVcCaD7o6MByjdIqavNsmOu9OpDCUidQRPwaJBYJd3D0-igzb9t0SB4tTIkUE6HuVM1YgUdtvC7LBqBLgU6TSc4OHzxYhiB8yVlE9I2-RLiKYXnPXS6l9uR4EXdxKuwMyXKIS533sKH1/s400/IMG_6366.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Okay, so another HIGHLIGHT of the night... Preston got to meet his very favorite player - Steve Murphy. Preston has really gotten into the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Roughriders</span> this year and he has been dying to meet Steve Murphy. So we tracked him down before the game and he got his autograph and a picture! Can you tell how star-struck he was... he talked about it for days! Thanks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Roughriders</span> for making this night extra special!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KZ8QTllPZQwWJqgBzu8V2STJJeOrstYCM11saSFQU87fQk8TA0CH981FlzpcZJeVn05oajru42lr5j8cFrzHAI0uirSkDFpVFZHRQVhMGE5pNHkpZnJJYV3oLIHYwaH-y7Xqkwvvoeih/s1600-h/IMG_6358.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264536608996246642" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KZ8QTllPZQwWJqgBzu8V2STJJeOrstYCM11saSFQU87fQk8TA0CH981FlzpcZJeVn05oajru42lr5j8cFrzHAI0uirSkDFpVFZHRQVhMGE5pNHkpZnJJYV3oLIHYwaH-y7Xqkwvvoeih/s400/IMG_6358.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here are some pics of the kids enjoying the game...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinGNbnfqNToWW84-_Eiyry_LcGUAsVgshF_h21J3j288BeClSbSyUSC83zNG2K4W56ZR1827b71oUpGY7T3YXDQ5h5YCPvtA0jrBBAk33T657Xdpeo0XU9HpkzdEHqprpImPJYZYsvuJ64/s1600-h/BaseballGame-PrestonSkylarTrevor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264536594877024850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinGNbnfqNToWW84-_Eiyry_LcGUAsVgshF_h21J3j288BeClSbSyUSC83zNG2K4W56ZR1827b71oUpGY7T3YXDQ5h5YCPvtA0jrBBAk33T657Xdpeo0XU9HpkzdEHqprpImPJYZYsvuJ64/s400/BaseballGame-PrestonSkylarTrevor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2IKqUrbkj-7bnLx_akpDVvgvRSggrQ__N1F8Xc5gV02j-jeQ5o5G6GQcSQjXdrGy-m_MYU4INRy-q8zxoYxyrvNGnmkiBepSrrdQw9azpYYmue8J1ZEcRqFEdsGdTDS7QSTJx86ZK9Xyr/s1600-h/IMG_6387.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264540143806389010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2IKqUrbkj-7bnLx_akpDVvgvRSggrQ__N1F8Xc5gV02j-jeQ5o5G6GQcSQjXdrGy-m_MYU4INRy-q8zxoYxyrvNGnmkiBepSrrdQw9azpYYmue8J1ZEcRqFEdsGdTDS7QSTJx86ZK9Xyr/s400/IMG_6387.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-7_D7x25FC4CWKF8iKr_WQ_C3SNdI5MiP1CiPemtc6WSAjGz3ffiVYOladnJMsvbVGEY_tZM0VdgOsAdZ7EEbunxca5nPXg6umSfhSBBl3OlqTrzCYw2xA9zcCOiwfLaYgg5I-4yJ9wJ_/s1600-h/IMG_6393.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264540149794361778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-7_D7x25FC4CWKF8iKr_WQ_C3SNdI5MiP1CiPemtc6WSAjGz3ffiVYOladnJMsvbVGEY_tZM0VdgOsAdZ7EEbunxca5nPXg6umSfhSBBl3OlqTrzCYw2xA9zcCOiwfLaYgg5I-4yJ9wJ_/s400/IMG_6393.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2kfN8CLQ61FhIusyT4TdNTEM-nO3ktJb0xR-Q9xig-hCSJGUfKOY-ckpYt8lpc5igjtLfLKvdBO6zjcf2TfRbib9L5BTctpz705coGwDf001t8H8fH8EXwmFI1b77g4cYeKPjpDO3IkT_/s1600-h/IMG_6377.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264540128397777426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2kfN8CLQ61FhIusyT4TdNTEM-nO3ktJb0xR-Q9xig-hCSJGUfKOY-ckpYt8lpc5igjtLfLKvdBO6zjcf2TfRbib9L5BTctpz705coGwDf001t8H8fH8EXwmFI1b77g4cYeKPjpDO3IkT_/s400/IMG_6377.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxFtEganIH9BG-EGgv-XFkBpdMA60681FCby20B50PNg2-URPqRQjyeL0q3V7BF6DyviXNdj_EhpeLf1y36wgChNRys3WZG0nqacTahmQ-MCbs0CG1Gf7vF3S1alpl1rTYqc9PzTFcAtr/s1600-h/IMG_6398.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264687291697685058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxFtEganIH9BG-EGgv-XFkBpdMA60681FCby20B50PNg2-URPqRQjyeL0q3V7BF6DyviXNdj_EhpeLf1y36wgChNRys3WZG0nqacTahmQ-MCbs0CG1Gf7vF3S1alpl1rTYqc9PzTFcAtr/s400/IMG_6398.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />So these next pictures are of Preston's actual birthday! He and Erick woke up way too early! Erick and I affectionately say to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">eachother</span> (they woke up at the butt-crack of dawn)... sorry, so politically in-correct! Ha! But Preston was so excited to go fishing on his birthday! And I think Erick was just as excited... seriously, Erick enjoys all of Preston's hobbies just as much as he does - it's great! These are memories to last a lifetime.... so here's Preston heading out to go fishing! They fished for like four hours and even ran into Preston's "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">BFF</span>" at the fishing pond! So he got to fish with his buddy, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Aiden</span>, on his birthday! How great is that?!?<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWqEJ7XiojDHWzXZr2CwpahEnQuo3icoZcjZTCldm1fpfuJDniHBJ8ikC3Jc3ORWkbPzzZRcq8likohl9ANGeDP73kY3-Kl7063HCMY3z_6WhxhpYq0ciMnY2-VC5GfF0EY5c_k3Z9ajK2/s1600-h/IMG_6404.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264551025152169618" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWqEJ7XiojDHWzXZr2CwpahEnQuo3icoZcjZTCldm1fpfuJDniHBJ8ikC3Jc3ORWkbPzzZRcq8likohl9ANGeDP73kY3-Kl7063HCMY3z_6WhxhpYq0ciMnY2-VC5GfF0EY5c_k3Z9ajK2/s400/IMG_6404.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />When they got home, Erick made him a special pancake breakfast and then it was present time!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofED0qkBm2uX_CurwD0O1nQt-vFDRvdSLWZu_jYWw_8SMAbpkl4eSAEHJRlzEtO9sI-aJ-UbLEUK9-x9cugh-L9dMuqi6eDFRDqvkM0L5dFXRiDMzYq7THgUVdw8A5RIidigYNO7LNCsr/s1600-h/IMG_6405.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264551038614283602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofED0qkBm2uX_CurwD0O1nQt-vFDRvdSLWZu_jYWw_8SMAbpkl4eSAEHJRlzEtO9sI-aJ-UbLEUK9-x9cugh-L9dMuqi6eDFRDqvkM0L5dFXRiDMzYq7THgUVdw8A5RIidigYNO7LNCsr/s400/IMG_6405.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNEmtuBRMK4KPrhDQ9M0Ku3MaWg04Emtgk4hHXCRcQBhaXEAKEgq27A8oCHX4I6Z-cKZSFkVcZN5gkvVccbh5R98-Q8O5MGKpXA-YmPRl0W770rjXHPvKx5WABzVHmO4Tb9a-0uFqxj1L1/s1600-h/IMG_6423.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264553179082075970" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNEmtuBRMK4KPrhDQ9M0Ku3MaWg04Emtgk4hHXCRcQBhaXEAKEgq27A8oCHX4I6Z-cKZSFkVcZN5gkvVccbh5R98-Q8O5MGKpXA-YmPRl0W770rjXHPvKx5WABzVHmO4Tb9a-0uFqxj1L1/s400/IMG_6423.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Instead of the traditional wrapping, this year we sent Preston on a treasure hunt around the house for his presents! While they were fishing, I spent all morning drawing a map of our house and hiding all of his treasures. I had spent all Summer collecting tons of cars from the "Cars" movie, so I had lots of little things to hide - and, okay, one big thing....<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>First he had to find his treasure map... it was in "mom's favorite room" - the scrapbook room! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Hee</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">hee</span>!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuPcgbza3ZasHSseTSO6skZP3bV8otMMk5yS8rUt9U1109rn0Itsn_WQPFbgN1BIkQqWq8blxaJeEx6Fg_yH0pDGft7wh1hp6gg5HEPUfoQ7iWhcrfdTL0e-OyhpdzdePkGXikApwf7IEZ/s1600-h/IMG_6410.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264551057521517058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuPcgbza3ZasHSseTSO6skZP3bV8otMMk5yS8rUt9U1109rn0Itsn_WQPFbgN1BIkQqWq8blxaJeEx6Fg_yH0pDGft7wh1hp6gg5HEPUfoQ7iWhcrfdTL0e-OyhpdzdePkGXikApwf7IEZ/s400/IMG_6410.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Then the hunt began - there were presents in the pantry, refrigerator, dryer, and even in the shower! It was a hoot!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlAWUrzivivhoS6TUecT-937xPXXmT_TpdUhyphenhyphenjLYQKvVNq-PS_JT7oS6NyyvPb_gFPfTmJzbJv0g82ESPqxsMNg5TUXPuEfZsyNsMwpS3mQjM1bCGsBcKxu42XEexnhvOUbL4fPrbBTZa/s1600-h/IMG_6414.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264553167419725746" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlAWUrzivivhoS6TUecT-937xPXXmT_TpdUhyphenhyphenjLYQKvVNq-PS_JT7oS6NyyvPb_gFPfTmJzbJv0g82ESPqxsMNg5TUXPuEfZsyNsMwpS3mQjM1bCGsBcKxu42XEexnhvOUbL4fPrbBTZa/s400/IMG_6414.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />And here's the big one... a Nintendo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Wii</span> - the whole family is enjoying this gift! "It's the gift that keeps on giving!" Movie line alert - who can name it?</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLXVVLoGNCV0zWcoWuNK0eqVdm8_U9HK67Lbkn9KLxv5V7CHGb3JabU6xqfUiL6sp_kkfWYffdk_n1e-knvB8-_uh17nVY6uDNNXbSC85CcJOEGuZqTWFdk4P1ScaM15vJbPHqBoiDGMH/s1600-h/IMG_6416.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264553169617154706" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLXVVLoGNCV0zWcoWuNK0eqVdm8_U9HK67Lbkn9KLxv5V7CHGb3JabU6xqfUiL6sp_kkfWYffdk_n1e-knvB8-_uh17nVY6uDNNXbSC85CcJOEGuZqTWFdk4P1ScaM15vJbPHqBoiDGMH/s400/IMG_6416.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Later that day, I took Preston to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Wal</span>-Mart to buy his first <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Wii</span> game - a fishing game no doubt! Then we all went out to dinner at one of Preston's favorite restaurants - Macaroni Grill. But of course, our artist can draw on the tables there! So funny story - Preston told me the other day, "When I date girls, I am going to take them to Macaroni Grill." Okay, not ready for that! But that's nice that he'll take them somewhere other than Taco <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Bueno</span> (his other favorite eatery)!<br /><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ2a2w0Vm79VBOfWlzyTr11jYy0q0Jwk8p0kZFOIMYmud1axOfcaaKEtPkzWligaK_y_H3c8pst8bClEW47mal7tkJSuvm2JwCxaw1KDDLTv7Ad0xVlpt16dtBLjbMGv_NE5H6sUlkqzne/s1600-h/IMG_6470.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264553183199205602" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ2a2w0Vm79VBOfWlzyTr11jYy0q0Jwk8p0kZFOIMYmud1axOfcaaKEtPkzWligaK_y_H3c8pst8bClEW47mal7tkJSuvm2JwCxaw1KDDLTv7Ad0xVlpt16dtBLjbMGv_NE5H6sUlkqzne/s400/IMG_6470.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />And the festivities ended the following weekend as we invited three of Preston's good friends from school over - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Aiden</span>, Trent and Mason. Can I tell you what a good group of boys we had at our house! I mean, they were just so good together - like four peas in a pod. And nothing but kindness out of all of them! Thank you boys for celebrating with us - we had a blast!</div><div></div><div>They enjoyed a water gun and water balloon fight outside - they were drenched!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQxQw26RgwD-K0upgu7nqE_3gjEkGXhuL1qh-JMEftVhx7JmxVqlbUli76A2HB1TgFSLR-hKhU_69M41u4MQ8p0d2GsRfOn8evx4fGX-k2ZnOersj2xo-60pxjSd5Um121uDldApuIp3DF/s1600-h/IMG_6595.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264553195503673362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQxQw26RgwD-K0upgu7nqE_3gjEkGXhuL1qh-JMEftVhx7JmxVqlbUli76A2HB1TgFSLR-hKhU_69M41u4MQ8p0d2GsRfOn8evx4fGX-k2ZnOersj2xo-60pxjSd5Um121uDldApuIp3DF/s400/IMG_6595.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-G1cYAQCBNNfAamOP7TFmUO1o0M3ikElDuARaNkIVusfUuT1glWuGy5_URYXUzekO9ZUhp-Bn6gaP1htPlOeusUWb5nZvT5QZF2VYla9e2Vo-YxcNP8OLMwRo-MHS4IyrXFpixNb3ZW_/s1600-h/IMG_6602.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264555184383163394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-G1cYAQCBNNfAamOP7TFmUO1o0M3ikElDuARaNkIVusfUuT1glWuGy5_URYXUzekO9ZUhp-Bn6gaP1htPlOeusUWb5nZvT5QZF2VYla9e2Vo-YxcNP8OLMwRo-MHS4IyrXFpixNb3ZW_/s400/IMG_6602.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And you guessed it - Erick was right in the middle of it all - like I said, he enjoys these things just as much as the kids!<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHfkX239q-rfeP7pEcjNkWCpJm-9v2rY4uV9BNBt-5r7iNzdi-BmeMJVOK_2TgrhFA95KOga27EXzDH-Ittk3jEg9H_08Flt_fOhnkpMZN6DF6hD0PR8oDMnxfS0ApusvksbXxcH29_a7h/s1600-h/IMG_6618.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264555193769555154" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHfkX239q-rfeP7pEcjNkWCpJm-9v2rY4uV9BNBt-5r7iNzdi-BmeMJVOK_2TgrhFA95KOga27EXzDH-Ittk3jEg9H_08Flt_fOhnkpMZN6DF6hD0PR8oDMnxfS0ApusvksbXxcH29_a7h/s400/IMG_6618.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Then we came in and enjoyed pizza, birthday cake and presents! These boys sitting around the table cracking each other up was quite the hilarious spectacle! Oh, the joy of boys - you moms know what I mean! Everything is funny - then add some bodily function humor and well, it's down right hysterical!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAe_56ZTSATBREXYCtB9bbS8KyqvjiazzYlt-mTiWfqd5h0Kj0n4CGG7iOwm1AZG8f5mlrGy1gOTTPHiIJjcz9XHnF_9iiAwQPX53aSErlsa-l509j1i_QRQlVSig5mBsGQfmNu8IT0ex3/s1600-h/IMG_6588.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264555175585523954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAe_56ZTSATBREXYCtB9bbS8KyqvjiazzYlt-mTiWfqd5h0Kj0n4CGG7iOwm1AZG8f5mlrGy1gOTTPHiIJjcz9XHnF_9iiAwQPX53aSErlsa-l509j1i_QRQlVSig5mBsGQfmNu8IT0ex3/s400/IMG_6588.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiliY1V_YNrRNO1jxb33JZrzj0e4ve8X6xcJzWQLrpLEQ7L-ifTtmiJastbRUKOeJOFzeLoL-eVXq-Ym-mOn30Eu5wEaOR8oBPNqHHa34AsFxJtyEmu1YxKR7YuneHf3DeFOSQrW5aYAVV/s1600-h/IMG_6648.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264555197462914914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiliY1V_YNrRNO1jxb33JZrzj0e4ve8X6xcJzWQLrpLEQ7L-ifTtmiJastbRUKOeJOFzeLoL-eVXq-Ym-mOn30Eu5wEaOR8oBPNqHHa34AsFxJtyEmu1YxKR7YuneHf3DeFOSQrW5aYAVV/s400/IMG_6648.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSaoJYywPq3XHDC0_pZwOOSPZbso6Qa-DmwmBwHH9qe8rlYsSSmD_A6q4vrIYEGXDDIc8bJg4D7IEnpPhb8TWf_N4sgfCwGVwR_HeeXI2H3VJZTdgMreLpUGNX5cyU-bzmPUvSuDLUiOn/s1600-h/IMG_6652.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264555206999218178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSaoJYywPq3XHDC0_pZwOOSPZbso6Qa-DmwmBwHH9qe8rlYsSSmD_A6q4vrIYEGXDDIc8bJg4D7IEnpPhb8TWf_N4sgfCwGVwR_HeeXI2H3VJZTdgMreLpUGNX5cyU-bzmPUvSuDLUiOn/s400/IMG_6652.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvEoo_oXbYVVtkwqy533hECj3C6uwePmZDz8uAxeiJ4YFOFzOoCQoAzbZNESXvd7jTIHlxQT0l0FsAPSd7EwP4juKzkX8XfkcFg3GoMa8Zfl4gEmi_ergjFjvmGFiR88THh-I3eN2GG14/s1600-h/IMG_6664.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264556606415559554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvEoo_oXbYVVtkwqy533hECj3C6uwePmZDz8uAxeiJ4YFOFzOoCQoAzbZNESXvd7jTIHlxQT0l0FsAPSd7EwP4juKzkX8XfkcFg3GoMa8Zfl4gEmi_ergjFjvmGFiR88THh-I3eN2GG14/s400/IMG_6664.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then the boys headed upstairs. Preston enjoyed showing them his new game, they made this massive Star Wars scene with all the Star Wars toys and watched a movie in the media room! Two of the boys left in the LATE hours of the night (but they weren't tired you know, for the record!) Ha! And then we enjoyed having Mason spend the night. The loved sleeping in their sleeping bags in Preston's room.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivRWkSjl8H26BydjvYjrExfke4tqwUd3Fl77srpGlEJVjPqOy-8YY9tWR5AcUNOw0oj5B7vxEOwr1Q-_Iq0qCjtBITWCjZgd59GHiAnsBdt2jJYKb6Uy_FvvPP_OzZTuTy7e436Ug5d-tR/s1600-h/IMG_6355.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeom6EAQ_JaFua1ItteJfaYnbmjQurPnEhBJ_qzuvjednhMkcn-WLEniapIz8PVhovR9ktyeYHSd1rxtzuybrLgGsO7FyyGOdgAMoXE8J6EJRxDih9YMQEVUZBWlGatliWe_HxHqrabP_Z/s1600-h/IMG_6687.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264556609753735986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeom6EAQ_JaFua1ItteJfaYnbmjQurPnEhBJ_qzuvjednhMkcn-WLEniapIz8PVhovR9ktyeYHSd1rxtzuybrLgGsO7FyyGOdgAMoXE8J6EJRxDih9YMQEVUZBWlGatliWe_HxHqrabP_Z/s400/IMG_6687.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFtITEHkwopqdSZJAwm_WkqBVTrb58w3iDtuMcLE8MjufNLR_3UruSWquRWGRP3FqtJkFINK8qNt7Vv6haj0fQKEICUjXJGlc1fneQjOfxWePnqMMBtB_YqODaMrL_0wL0QE3RkaLQxvr/s1600-h/IMG_6692.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264556614156692978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFtITEHkwopqdSZJAwm_WkqBVTrb58w3iDtuMcLE8MjufNLR_3UruSWquRWGRP3FqtJkFINK8qNt7Vv6haj0fQKEICUjXJGlc1fneQjOfxWePnqMMBtB_YqODaMrL_0wL0QE3RkaLQxvr/s400/IMG_6692.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br/>Happy Birthday, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Smoochie</span> Boy! I'm sure you're already counting the days until you are 8 years old.... slow down big man! Love you more!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0