tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71280442935337164652024-03-19T04:48:58.992-07:00Doug and JulieDoug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-89953297990742369912011-03-29T16:16:00.000-07:002011-03-29T16:18:57.077-07:00Updated pictures<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbb8W2BjobWNfZSRFbYRS5OXaGeDq3-4AaAmabrn4EJ8DOGrPo6OrzJ65IB4UE6QZUEa6zhmZ-qOsGNQllT_rOHR_6fOCqRi2C7Tl6F7JmI1XJgdaPsgIbpHFONbra8KR0X1DhdtfAD4/s1600/197512_10150127018036094_165808526093_6935580_1261004_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589644928609276898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbb8W2BjobWNfZSRFbYRS5OXaGeDq3-4AaAmabrn4EJ8DOGrPo6OrzJ65IB4UE6QZUEa6zhmZ-qOsGNQllT_rOHR_6fOCqRi2C7Tl6F7JmI1XJgdaPsgIbpHFONbra8KR0X1DhdtfAD4/s320/197512_10150127018036094_165808526093_6935580_1261004_n.jpg" /></a> Also got an updated family picture that I like. Look at those cute kids!! </div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-15853283460095806472011-03-29T16:05:00.000-07:002011-03-29T16:20:02.478-07:00Baby Katelyn<div align="center">My talented sister-in-law took these pictures of Katelyn. I LOVE how they turned out!! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpAkxQfNpxL5VXIw2rDqZ7v2t8_l-infdtH5D7Evt0kHSENGLRILP7HVdcohmoHrWoGSmQo0h1Zt0p9zM3gXTUnW0roaDEKnqhchr2zBZdCCPa2okVXA4Ruw4FuZzI1YJtjjs9VZZyNw/s1600/web032111ps4218.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589642650183193714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpAkxQfNpxL5VXIw2rDqZ7v2t8_l-infdtH5D7Evt0kHSENGLRILP7HVdcohmoHrWoGSmQo0h1Zt0p9zM3gXTUnW0roaDEKnqhchr2zBZdCCPa2okVXA4Ruw4FuZzI1YJtjjs9VZZyNw/s320/web032111ps4218.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuWo5FBrSkrpEWCTY7qsdEPOcJmiKZfoXJ-QmDNXlMRxz2VbB55DpSu2ZARjORNVOimiPAR_rsY2nqKf-ZQgRIq2BUNGx_bQu1lWss-eOOPm7-_ip0cAloLdckQBH4jhkKRgIeY_vIA2s/s1600/web032111ps4211.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589642646244064002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuWo5FBrSkrpEWCTY7qsdEPOcJmiKZfoXJ-QmDNXlMRxz2VbB55DpSu2ZARjORNVOimiPAR_rsY2nqKf-ZQgRIq2BUNGx_bQu1lWss-eOOPm7-_ip0cAloLdckQBH4jhkKRgIeY_vIA2s/s320/web032111ps4211.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9iK7yA2ePoISZT9QkeqvW0ptOjd-mw0xDy_LkIODjC1P-qBHaZErIJG7fGRw_Rp80CXWVsdoLqgFsLpL2EP-gkKKyZqqx6kEigpLJincE2YDgF55_GpsM2TZftokAQFBVktp7_o_RXz0/s1600/web032111ps4147bw.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589642646352007938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9iK7yA2ePoISZT9QkeqvW0ptOjd-mw0xDy_LkIODjC1P-qBHaZErIJG7fGRw_Rp80CXWVsdoLqgFsLpL2EP-gkKKyZqqx6kEigpLJincE2YDgF55_GpsM2TZftokAQFBVktp7_o_RXz0/s320/web032111ps4147bw.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vfmcvO6YUiK7HciUZnUh3UQt9rOMTnmZIDLm3KIreI-hYv3gpvb0Bj9vT-bYWUtzKABFi5TKKNSunxr3glYMuoq4RMWISaH_lSZVu-w7mCwxnueE_jytx-bC5Fll4wkAOaunkPn36V0/s1600/web032111ps4122.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589642641855053746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vfmcvO6YUiK7HciUZnUh3UQt9rOMTnmZIDLm3KIreI-hYv3gpvb0Bj9vT-bYWUtzKABFi5TKKNSunxr3glYMuoq4RMWISaH_lSZVu-w7mCwxnueE_jytx-bC5Fll4wkAOaunkPn36V0/s320/web032111ps4122.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-QA0bdf_5qeHENE4VIWgLsWCqEhWd9Mua5Y8oUXDdqmw_egINnsmTZ52J3AoPLYIkrTxv76YyLZZs0Me8X8OsGtcws9gtdezr9fgVOYIqEboD8bgVwrEHDlwgSFuAP9FY8SdkOcduRc/s1600/195954_10150127018136094_165808526093_6935582_3279398_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589642641016876162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-QA0bdf_5qeHENE4VIWgLsWCqEhWd9Mua5Y8oUXDdqmw_egINnsmTZ52J3AoPLYIkrTxv76YyLZZs0Me8X8OsGtcws9gtdezr9fgVOYIqEboD8bgVwrEHDlwgSFuAP9FY8SdkOcduRc/s320/195954_10150127018136094_165808526093_6935582_3279398_n.jpg" /></a> Thanks Kayla!! If anyone is looking for a photographer in the Blackfoot area check this out <a href="http://www.paisleystudios.com/">http://www.paisleystudios.com/</a>.</div></div></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-53139043742933777272011-03-08T15:43:00.000-08:002011-03-08T16:19:29.040-08:00Baby Katelyn<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581862449429225410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOVo6TwCwyS0cZFwUKPDzhoJGqvbGBsUFX5e3vVXe_DtTQPcjRbJYlXatLKHXZREDp5o_PL2upGVRJBB9oZvmYDATQdsbYil8k7GEav9e7T5XNsxsDY8PPFI3IfWzyG0k177PWmpUpFc/s320/201.JPG" /> Baby Katelyn made her arrival yesterday afternoon. 8 lbs. 2 oz. 21 inches long.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581865344329133554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1HulYAkjo3MJggZ2stCu6a85nbd1s9GFp0z_TPu3EMMLZOBwPtu2Z7MaNR5TWcZMAGyVejKtJ-AaGTjrG7km000yhxS57CCPegZ9G7j2azArxtlpZX97s6qEaUiFkIsyvxOUUWVZadOw/s320/211.JPG" />We didn't know what we were going to have. The surprise was fun, but Luke was disappointed. What little boy doesn't want a brother?<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581865334510737522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkdV6MHP_BosMqrRGRly3Kniwm-QyGJrEL4XhNbPSPudOg9hIdYW9IQe6he4Y4myNe3kppPUMnXNKKU4uHXOx5fR4C9aWqy12I2zFXwniqSQiPL99GoP0zioxM54mpPs2Lqwg4cASwvU/s320/214.JPG" />He had his heart set on naming the baby Buzz <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lightyear</span>.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581865331198067106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2MRdNWw4OIpaf34RIOsxd7hKI6lWDJ5HO95gsWh3lO36qoyNJh86WkAKptq9PtVBPIMDYzstHy17g7BEUicQeT55iZybkikt2APryDl41kXHon-2nrCX0BFqIcLRJHW4k0d4rpwFvyM/s320/206.JPG" />Abby was just so excited to meet "Mommy's Baby."<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581862459838099474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-DzGDiAsHKVcsEpe2G4pwq29OYIyf8JRug2XT-6liRtxmwKTyRMFuqrD8ooVL3b1z6XQwrX3xt7EJZzNYAxc62ey1iKHzNv_Syv1aKx0c489IWIpwUr20A94xZyN61YIEmTMRBqU7P8/s320/213.JPG" /> I am sure she will be quite the little helper with the baby.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581865321132805330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzyapIWRGV8hWifkvxa82hqlSI6GyDWJnHSejbTeA9TaIeyqapMoo9BPbsxXSSXIAa4PPly6pCFkqRj2vkZJ0yQOH6tXuWYF0hAO2qLBORWW-Zc0Xxz3M2dLvfTRCAoiS0eqBjDXGUMBk/s320/205.JPG" /> <div></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYmohQwyIQMW31qKDPFvZsliOO_hSMWHqvwpGVCf383BnOXuTquo7k_PRoQ4I83NydwkhbCkN7-fvIJ8r9SzLCH4c0DjAprYMqQrSFaI1BXUwHFaiUx_vFGmnoqlctmTde0Lvf95OG52E/s1600/202.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581862453506521602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYmohQwyIQMW31qKDPFvZsliOO_hSMWHqvwpGVCf383BnOXuTquo7k_PRoQ4I83NydwkhbCkN7-fvIJ8r9SzLCH4c0DjAprYMqQrSFaI1BXUwHFaiUx_vFGmnoqlctmTde0Lvf95OG52E/s320/202.JPG" /></a> Poor Katelyn was pretty bruised and swollen from coming out facing the wrong direction, but we are so blessed to have her here.</div></div></div></div><br /></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-14050738841681298862010-10-26T06:12:00.000-07:002010-10-26T07:04:21.522-07:00A few pictures you might be interested inI told myself I would post during harvest. The great news is that we are done with harvest, but the bad news is I never did post. So I thought I would do it this morning. Typed a big long explanation of the past couple of months, had some computer issues and lost it. Now I am too lazy to type it again so you get a couple of pictures instead.<br /><div align="center">The kids:<br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532351884970073170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOGi8pqNAviI_pCJe1a84W1gsvg_68AUfrJUxwMxS6_Irdj2-D5o8L5XWiG5F0btUptJW7f5UrW-vQHEw0zXvKr_vMFFTXkeyzXfX0EjN8_LsH1GhQygmgxKzRCu_0Vx0_HWfmFXZ-7Ts/s320/IMG_3571.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532351879829160002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2VFJX7E453NL6KVtvGTOwhZMA67ulwRvKVPA8QEPoYTVAvgrXUiapVvm9yLfuowTHSU_sKQKKvSRktMYsUKe5sH-4omEaptqSabq-MVSNn4ssgD6pPvY7r6X8TCSkImFSBF3hL59iWUc/s320/IMG_3578.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532351873754223778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rtnWUkp2deZMqda844zWAikqH7v_xVEduZDtSiu6FsxVXg7VFM-ExOxMKHsvT9BPvxYu8gqpsm7luYZmwkznx-wx2y_7J6cEC7dqu2ULXlgOvxwBI_iv_2VqCBFo9DfT45imP-HAwTA/s320/IMG_3660.JPG" /> My fridge:<br /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532351888615705634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOKrnWuioCTe917OPQ2VX6Oxkyys3NjfeCiIxKWQpWBFqsN4SegBJ0BMXGJo1fC8dFsLkLsdZv7r2wN2DdVsJqylyIiZwSXdvTsAWM5HgGJg6rD9cCODwlB6QndHHwhojcrX_1pS-csI/s320/IMG_3672.JPG" />Look closely.<br />Twenty weeks!!<br /></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-48848913353771564362010-04-19T12:56:00.000-07:002010-04-19T13:37:11.828-07:00The post you've all been waiting forI know that I do not post often. There are several reasons for this, but the main one is pictures. I like to read posts with pictures, but by the time I hook up my camera and upload the pictures that I have taken the last two months, I feel like I should go through and pick out which ones to print. This takes me forever and since I haven't printed pictures since July, it could take all day. By the time I get all of this done and get around to posting I have already talked to most of the five people that even read my blog so it is old news. So today I have decided to post without pictures to please those people that keep reminding me how long it has been since I posted.<br /><br />Our favorite time of year is over. The weather has warmed up and the ground has dried out. Doug is back to being busy and I find myself getting excited at the thought of November. I've never been an outside person. I would be much more content to stay inside with a good book, but my kids love to go outside and I feel guilty if I don't take them outside several times a day. When I am outside I see all of the things that I need to do. Paint the porch, mow the lawn, plant the garden, clean out the flower beds, etc. None of these are things I enjoy. Needless to say--Spring is not my favorite time of year.<br /><br />Now I am done whining and I can share my exciting news.There is a task that I have been dreading for the last three and a half years--putting it off because I didn't want to face it--POTTY TRAINING. Doug thinks that my conversations on this topic are weird so if you don't want to hear the details, stop reading now. I have talked to a lot of Mom's about this, asking advice and tips. The funniest thing for me has been how Mom's that have potty trained one child have all of the answers while the seasoned Mom's with six-eight-or even ten kids say 'every kid is different, what worked for one kid didn't work for another and every kid was ready at a different time.' It is as if those Mom's who have done a lot of potty training don't have to sound like experts, while those who haven't done much feel like they have to sound like they have all of the answers to prove themselves or something. Anyway, Luke had his birthday 3 weeks ago and it seemed the perfect opportunity to tell him he was a big boy and we were done with diapers. Up until this point he had only gone on the potty one time ever, but quite honestly I got sick of the amount I was spending having two kids in diapers. The first week we went without diapers we had zero success. I mean none. I would make him sit on the potty every 30 minutes all day long and he never went. It was so frustrating because I knew he needed to go, in fact he would go up to five hours dry and he would just sit and sit and sit on the potty. It was like he was afraid to go. After a week with no headway at all, I called my mom, she suggested I put marshmallows in the toilet and have him try to hit them. This worked, not for that reason, but because he wanted marshmallows. The next day we started using marshmallows as a reward if he would go and he went the first time. It was like all he needed was the right motivation. We had been using M&M's before. What kind of a kid likes marshmallows better than M&M's? At any rate it worked.<br />Now when I say he went I mean he was sitting on the potty but absolutely none got <strong><em>in</em></strong> the toilet. I still made a huge deal about it and he went the whole day sitting on the potty but never getting it in the toilet. He would start crying if I suggested he try to get it in the toilet, but that only lasted a day. Now he is doing really well and has filled up his sticker chart and earned a toy and I can join the ranks of Mom's that have potty trained one child and have all of the answers.<br /><br />One final story. I am a Twilight fan. Not a crazy fan that goes and waits in line at midnight to buy the book or dresses up to go see the movie, but a fan that has seen the movies once and read the books a couple of times. Two weeks ago Abby came down with pink eye. The next day it moved to her other eye. A few days later Luke came down with it in one eye and then it moved to the next. Saturday Doug came home from work with one pink eye. Although Luke and Abby are over it now, I feel like I have my own little family of red-eyed Vampires. I should have taken pictures.Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-49094700289235767222010-01-26T15:56:00.000-08:002010-01-26T16:23:54.422-08:00Enjoying our favorite time of year!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDdM4wmHonHJalzAxsYwODfccuS5gdIwXl2pO1U6qFLWRV6IiyVI1o72ymoh5CY7hUPvpTTW-q1lWb4V6OYJCcobAo0oWGc8GEPIv32UiY-OJnNcxvNIX2VDEpiztue3N9kQV9kowUlM/s1600-h/IMG_2788.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431204046731001746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDdM4wmHonHJalzAxsYwODfccuS5gdIwXl2pO1U6qFLWRV6IiyVI1o72ymoh5CY7hUPvpTTW-q1lWb4V6OYJCcobAo0oWGc8GEPIv32UiY-OJnNcxvNIX2VDEpiztue3N9kQV9kowUlM/s320/IMG_2788.JPG" /></a> Winter is the favorite time of year at our house. We love that we get to spend more time with Doug and more time together as a family. We had a great Christmas. It seemed to last for days, by the time we did stuff with both sides of the family. However, when it came time to take down the tree, Luke started crying and told me that he hadn't gotten a 'great big Lightning McQueen' yet. Good thing his birthday isn't too far away. I love this picture, but it is very <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">deceptive</span>. It makes it look like Abby didn't like Santa when really she sat there for quite awhile, while I tried to get Luke to sit on Santa's lap with her. He was throwing a fit and she got tired of it and that is when I took this picture.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJO9siU9RQjegbDmDe_BfNWwAUSx87AseS_MLN3yBlsN09uv_vtuu_yrz03BeBPJxg_Izec2ZyjOBFyt2K4Teuok1h4q209MnNbvKs5FODohku_deQ123VC1jBKD6pQmpX_AQGoTbdRPY/s1600-h/IMG_2798.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431204046278223506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJO9siU9RQjegbDmDe_BfNWwAUSx87AseS_MLN3yBlsN09uv_vtuu_yrz03BeBPJxg_Izec2ZyjOBFyt2K4Teuok1h4q209MnNbvKs5FODohku_deQ123VC1jBKD6pQmpX_AQGoTbdRPY/s320/IMG_2798.JPG" /></a> She had a great birthday, but had just eaten and so she wasn't as in to her cake as I had hoped.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Hp-TEVLcxGHY8ewAJ8NqoTODmPYaibn1bsVUILVOJBW47gQ91UEdmvT7CkZPQq0DfaNFIBIYTPPitJxmx1Gvu3JH_L5bH4hBLCL7_p6YfIpVR_bb8ZOk9FCxd9nOuCcfDkM31wLjv9g/s1600-h/IMG_2841.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431204034969534642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Hp-TEVLcxGHY8ewAJ8NqoTODmPYaibn1bsVUILVOJBW47gQ91UEdmvT7CkZPQq0DfaNFIBIYTPPitJxmx1Gvu3JH_L5bH4hBLCL7_p6YfIpVR_bb8ZOk9FCxd9nOuCcfDkM31wLjv9g/s320/IMG_2841.JPG" /></a> After Christmas we went bowling with my family. They had these great ramps that made it so easy for kids to bowl. He called it 'rolling balls'. Between that and the bumper pads Luke had a higher score than me.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZExPFHcJUDCwYG3yOLiyxqRlKoxMA8NpVuoCFUCeBhwpi3-17fn7CkM5_GRtc1wb_aIuzoxGRaCKJjc6_WnP_zpzy0QP56D5-Fs74mEHuXUFstYZfRL7mwy7E3sKshiXR06ZGEMU62U/s1600-h/IMG_2872.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431204025214621506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZExPFHcJUDCwYG3yOLiyxqRlKoxMA8NpVuoCFUCeBhwpi3-17fn7CkM5_GRtc1wb_aIuzoxGRaCKJjc6_WnP_zpzy0QP56D5-Fs74mEHuXUFstYZfRL7mwy7E3sKshiXR06ZGEMU62U/s320/IMG_2872.JPG" /></a> For Christmas I bought Doug Jazz tickets to a couple of games. My mom kept the kids and we got to go to Utah and play for a couple of days. It was a great break.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFrkkiXbflYFa8J48Jg8Yzwyx5dT0BzAlyCKeiDcUR-1zsMd3r9tKjWVbU1-UJmB_OTguL4f-RBEks3U8vknO8a-Smn4cqmQBymcsMh5aMi78maegUiBx7VmfXhZ_BccgeygrokEqU9U/s1600-h/IMG_2859.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431204018006772194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFrkkiXbflYFa8J48Jg8Yzwyx5dT0BzAlyCKeiDcUR-1zsMd3r9tKjWVbU1-UJmB_OTguL4f-RBEks3U8vknO8a-Smn4cqmQBymcsMh5aMi78maegUiBx7VmfXhZ_BccgeygrokEqU9U/s320/IMG_2859.JPG" /></a>And now we are back to playing in the snow and enjoying the winter. If only winter did not come with so many germs and sicknesses.<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-679451904992140032009-12-11T14:31:00.000-08:002009-12-11T14:46:34.261-08:00I hope they call me on a mission. . .and a new baby<div align="center">We had a way exciting week in my family. Last Friday my little brother received a mission call to the Brasilia Brazil mission. We are very excited for you Mitchell (or 'biggest one' as Luke calls him) and know you will be a great missionary and a great example to Luke.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414112007869911522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZCbBuIulI8gQ0ESnnn6JzXo4f0GIv-aZplAoqwjdqXB0AiwqAX7eqw23Ix7v3kjY0FFNDZIYpa4MWoJ0UHSJTOq1qKLae-pCJIgMmH2PxyB9wIxFnud5LXgg9CayM4BWp2_TQo_dVDc/s320/IMG_1964.JPG" /> <p align="center">You will however, have to leave the girls alone for awhile.<br />Then, my little sister had her baby on Tuesday. We are so excited for her and her husband. They will be great parents. </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414113122420337922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzpsTu7xeuAOwMGFHawyeZk3ZJ9bCzA4WPjppdvA2cVd0NXgj_ZUgaqhKzI1wDwnv7CcyMaG-8kFi9A4pwVjF2XiaUd1ZAs0RTRM6bGU8LgYtkMFnKSyHqYGkH28pWVcxoDNAa2pmX2g/s320/IMG_2828.JPG" />Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-64581219088489270012009-12-11T14:29:00.000-08:002009-12-11T14:31:31.348-08:00Christmas ShoppingIf you need anything to finish up your Christmas shopping, check out the catalog at <a href="http://www.discoverytoyslink.com/julievans">www.discoverytoyslink.com/julievans</a>. Tomorrow I will be putting in my last order before Christmas, let me know if you need anything.Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-89352545161147374752009-11-02T15:02:00.000-08:002009-11-02T15:12:10.250-08:00PartyIt's a <span style="font-size:180%;">Discovery <span style="color:#33ff33;">Toys</span></span> Party!<br />See what everyone is talking about!<br /> <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;">Join Us. . .</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">for a fun-filled party where you can play and learn with our award-winning toys & games to enjoy with the children in your life. Discover ways to make learning a long-loving experience!</span><br /><br />To fit everyone's busy schedule I will be holding an open house on two different days.<br /> Stop by:<br /> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Thursday, November 5, 2009 from 4:00-8:00</span><br /> <span style="color:#ffff00;">or</span><br /> <span style="color:#000099;">Friday, November 6, 2009 from 1:00-4:00</span><br /> <span style="color:#cc66cc;">AT MY HOUSE</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mark your calendar and bring a friend to see what everyone is talking about! You won't want to miss the opportunity to :</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Start your Christmas Shopping!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Earn FREE Toys- Book a Fun Party!</span><br /><a href="http://www.discoverytoyslink.com/julievans">www.discoverytoyslink.com/julievans</a>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-91442844727438185262009-10-29T13:57:00.000-07:002009-10-29T14:04:07.198-07:00Discovery ToysYesterday I received a Walmart add in red and green. I guess that means Christmas will be here before you know it. I have not even started buying, but I have started looking. This year I have been looking for something different, something that you don't see in every toy store. I started looking at the discovery toys site and found that I loved their products so I have decided to become a consultant. I will be having an open house in a few weeks (now that harvest is almost over), but for now check out my website <a href="http://www.discoverytoyslink.com/julievans" target="_blank">http://www.discoverytoyslink.com/julievans</a> . Maybe you are like me and just want something different or want to encourage learning and discovery in the gifts you give. I'll let you know when I have the openhouse, but for now happy shopping.Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-91904881944213428772009-09-08T21:20:00.000-07:002009-09-08T21:40:03.277-07:00Our summer in five pictures or lessRather than try to play catch up with all of the things we have done this summer, I thought I would pick five pictures that I like and tell those stories.<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379319365505910018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvmAc0ABOO7tXyeMloOojzQEyBvR7o6K0GERWiqWP3k-zXf6-R0Mxf2eoqfrGOr7az9Zj76IF7Qsi6RfPAa9uPw5dHlZNeWmPeXafUoAPaWmjBIIevrKvKonQqnp5kF3D7nsMR4W2wSM/s320/IMG_2645.JPG" border="0" />Abby learned to pull herself up to standing. I can't believe it. She is only eight months old and doesn't seem big enough for that yet. You can kind of see her cute bedding. I'll have to take a picture later.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFUdhlV9v1iduumOMeooRnosrNvjP3rsajxmBnZFvYgyqucGt40llfUwA1k7AEqeVKGtxeT89DKnr6gFHZRrdQWH4O2C653TAuoiDAkBoZ1KIN8UUC_tq8MSKl81GZXGQMc4zTtWRR5t0/s1600-h/IMG_2650.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379319358908946050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFUdhlV9v1iduumOMeooRnosrNvjP3rsajxmBnZFvYgyqucGt40llfUwA1k7AEqeVKGtxeT89DKnr6gFHZRrdQWH4O2C653TAuoiDAkBoZ1KIN8UUC_tq8MSKl81GZXGQMc4zTtWRR5t0/s320/IMG_2650.JPG" border="0" /></a> Luke got his 'big boy bed'. I was going to make him a quilt to go on it, but when we picked out the fabric it was more to make just the quilt than this whole bed set. Why is fabric so expensive?</div><div> </div><div>On this day he put himself down for a nap after lunch. He does that a lot. Anyway when I went in to check on him he was holding Lightening McQueen, Mickey Mouse and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pongo</span>. What did kids do for toys before Disney? He also put his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sippie</span> on the post at the end. He is getting to be so big.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9c5oFCI-zMpS5iLca4p88EmtkP64usaHRs_8FSZVSPGbt-OTQiDNswW5zhDlcBdFXipOZTn9QKacq6tJyfq4_v0SdGArcFyt9EzOa55DTxGrRmsRSuXJcF8Bdtkaf6yTe7RabV7h2kDs/s1600-h/IMG_2553.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379319350682029746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9c5oFCI-zMpS5iLca4p88EmtkP64usaHRs_8FSZVSPGbt-OTQiDNswW5zhDlcBdFXipOZTn9QKacq6tJyfq4_v0SdGArcFyt9EzOa55DTxGrRmsRSuXJcF8Bdtkaf6yTe7RabV7h2kDs/s320/IMG_2553.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Our friends gave us this slide.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPN4bSC4MbgpogEhoLNp8DUlTUzY5-YQ8ekBv2sl8l98LH4iqSt4mrGQxLPYRBS31LzkEzwza0uAi5g9rpwZkTxlznH4P2d9wdYGahEhyvuqTsqnSXNB2qRgV7kABuAA5rsFdKiw87wgs/s1600-h/IMG_2552.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379319341049291586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPN4bSC4MbgpogEhoLNp8DUlTUzY5-YQ8ekBv2sl8l98LH4iqSt4mrGQxLPYRBS31LzkEzwza0uAi5g9rpwZkTxlznH4P2d9wdYGahEhyvuqTsqnSXNB2qRgV7kABuAA5rsFdKiw87wgs/s320/IMG_2552.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />And we got Luke this pool. He loves to go swimming and now that it is getting cooler he is sad that I won't let him go.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mJ2rH_Vk7vyvQGp7kuMkEGnQjBYyBk0pJJ6CFIyo9rZTpw3CDzjnrOSmrkbYjIwiP9p86kvVtV4j-1aQexYDzTwYwnlxaUGdh-HPCr18Q1n9PhJIw5QeZzuOwN0NEMFAgq5D32W904w/s1600-h/IMG_2511.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379319332667844834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mJ2rH_Vk7vyvQGp7kuMkEGnQjBYyBk0pJJ6CFIyo9rZTpw3CDzjnrOSmrkbYjIwiP9p86kvVtV4j-1aQexYDzTwYwnlxaUGdh-HPCr18Q1n9PhJIw5QeZzuOwN0NEMFAgq5D32W904w/s320/IMG_2511.JPG" border="0" /></a> Abby has learned to crawl. In this picture she is not actually crawling, but I like that it shows how excited Luke is to have her to play with and how excited she is to finally be able to chase after him. She will chase him from room to room. It has made her so much more content. She doesn't think she has to be held all the time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-15870748675624113452009-07-16T12:21:00.000-07:002009-07-16T12:23:04.529-07:00Make SureEveryone make sure to check Wendy's blog since she <strong>finally</strong> put it on there.Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-14334251482913764592009-07-14T13:47:00.000-07:002009-07-14T14:16:04.216-07:00A long time<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I know that I never post. I love to read other people's blogs, but my computer/Internet is so slow that checking my email is all I have patience for most days. These pictures are like 2 months old, but they are the most recent ones I have uploaded onto my computer--I guess they are better than nothing.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYahaNRzaRodTgOOsVoAC-hF_AUKl01TyiTSrSYSyGb1m9NjDAJULFDvGguT3ud_d7bfebHOa6yE9Y0YP-NoNWW5lZNAufvFVkXJBeQ7GBlOAS5XD3ZHX5HMbp15tcXuuk1gVaVWcvzs/s1600-h/IMG_2409.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423563815969490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYahaNRzaRodTgOOsVoAC-hF_AUKl01TyiTSrSYSyGb1m9NjDAJULFDvGguT3ud_d7bfebHOa6yE9Y0YP-NoNWW5lZNAufvFVkXJBeQ7GBlOAS5XD3ZHX5HMbp15tcXuuk1gVaVWcvzs/s320/IMG_2409.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> We finally broke down and took the side off of the crib. We just weren't ready for Luke to be able to get up in the middle of the night. Some days it has been a real challenge, but we aren't the only ones that are miserable. Luke was heart broken when he realized we weren't putting the rail back on.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDNLDd6ppdqxq8WW4kdVE4cPlE03amJ8Gjkprhjc3VE788MXVRE-FlBv7gETXv5q2UHKmsrNoUAOfov5Q7wyBUXWeUNIM8JrublaB11LJevmQKKwLxsp0DcEGp0YpJB7YOl7JhaY8n4E/s1600-h/IMG_2410.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423560979179842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDNLDd6ppdqxq8WW4kdVE4cPlE03amJ8Gjkprhjc3VE788MXVRE-FlBv7gETXv5q2UHKmsrNoUAOfov5Q7wyBUXWeUNIM8JrublaB11LJevmQKKwLxsp0DcEGp0YpJB7YOl7JhaY8n4E/s320/IMG_2410.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Sorry this picture is side ways. He did finally calm down that night when I laid down by him. In the next week or two we are going to try to transition to a real bed because Abby is out growing the bassinet and needs the crib. Luke has a really hard time with change. Wish us luck.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5BEP__eNPqtgztRSHhUR9XLNSOLRnco5AbZmav3-3NA2F4jtyQEKtgzHNKpEnLnmBZ4YU-mcdaQDe3bJlBuHM-FxrW_E2ivW9iUNX688BtQeUSbuEjnevqKBLgj9ucomESkbIPyK-1sE/s1600-h/IMG_2414.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423550226437602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5BEP__eNPqtgztRSHhUR9XLNSOLRnco5AbZmav3-3NA2F4jtyQEKtgzHNKpEnLnmBZ4YU-mcdaQDe3bJlBuHM-FxrW_E2ivW9iUNX688BtQeUSbuEjnevqKBLgj9ucomESkbIPyK-1sE/s320/IMG_2414.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> These are the most recent pictures I have of Abby. These were at Grandma's house with her cousin Landon. He is 3 1/2 months older than her and can get around much better.<br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWk5W8iPcXyymBLy15BMtcvMK-EBmBc0SqANLxrF-t6WHdj4jyCC1HwxXDv-sHedmLv-EcdbXbPbAIxKnhSm4dYqFM9vWbIFzPqDstrB_lAU8RG72qGZUEMxYjmmrg0yVAAwMPH72MOsU/s1600-h/IMG_2407.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423548968101826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWk5W8iPcXyymBLy15BMtcvMK-EBmBc0SqANLxrF-t6WHdj4jyCC1HwxXDv-sHedmLv-EcdbXbPbAIxKnhSm4dYqFM9vWbIFzPqDstrB_lAU8RG72qGZUEMxYjmmrg0yVAAwMPH72MOsU/s320/IMG_2407.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Poor Abby is stuck just watching.<br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD84KRTcQt_O5Jk66gRgsmG8tCRicNAHZv4ollWbh-LC6MACK67FJfZssC_Z0haCBehbMPm2ImMTH9ziRA64q8BjE9X5_H_xxOwF66I4tJUC-WzM9ovGlPwOcMlC2f9b-kqyxIwxAcaLg/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423539072203906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD84KRTcQt_O5Jk66gRgsmG8tCRicNAHZv4ollWbh-LC6MACK67FJfZssC_Z0haCBehbMPm2ImMTH9ziRA64q8BjE9X5_H_xxOwF66I4tJUC-WzM9ovGlPwOcMlC2f9b-kqyxIwxAcaLg/s320/IMG_2406.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Other than this we are just here. Our garden looks 50 times better than last year. But that doesn't take much. Luke likes to play outside in his little pool. Again no pictures.We have gone swimming and to the zoo this summer. I haven't put those pictures up yet either. Just wanted everyone to know we are still here and having fun.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div></div><br /></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-18475947273719828422009-05-27T16:06:00.000-07:002009-05-29T12:55:34.628-07:00Special warning from the FDA and AAoP<div align="center">In an effort to reduce childhood obesity, the FDA and the American Academy of Pediatrics have recommended that all babies be introduced to the grossest food possible first. Eating will be so disagreeable that they will hate food forever and avoid obesity and eating disorders. It works. Abby was not very impressed with Baby Rice Cereal.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340645274049080146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfOwQPlmJp9pbTOEIvePz9N6GDD2VTSaEnwn9hrbtOR2AoYlhXO9sHZJ94NozUfjshNItpkOZOvHZUmpFvPDDe1f6SbXVJ0K_pRun_hhixjkFp0L8lpdm8_US6yowRgZfehrv0RfmaQs/s320/IMG_2340.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">She loves drinking out of a cup though.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340645277286254866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxQ9tcsqHjhyphenhyphenDy8xiNWuANv2CUg8fdxdZn-63p-zUEGtbprWnKP04Xa3pk-sxfVPwnnqzuf-aV8V__o2RKz5ua2nT02EwvdQLpGX-6BfUZw2aX-rHGf1aLIHK3SjBMl1H65uXHWum3MA/s320/IMG_2391.JPG" border="0" />Luke is my biggest helper. Whenever I ask him what Abby wants he says a drink. Maybe he can understand her better than I can.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKyRcLBP2_8YAr4f33yxI4hgtsVg8z4wWiNtmd0pizp-yyyqLKjVyGz7NnjHTZoauQ_MbDImDB2IZshYqE1TjgOjKzhYIsZcpLnNiYfxjFdYVIB9otD7inY2bPtjaEvJammOt7garkaQ/s1600-h/IMG_2335.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340645270289650402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKyRcLBP2_8YAr4f33yxI4hgtsVg8z4wWiNtmd0pizp-yyyqLKjVyGz7NnjHTZoauQ_MbDImDB2IZshYqE1TjgOjKzhYIsZcpLnNiYfxjFdYVIB9otD7inY2bPtjaEvJammOt7garkaQ/s320/IMG_2335.JPG" border="0" /></a> She may have thought the rice cereal was bad but. . .<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjjOh9_qRwfInVb0iI6rija-hoeCnqzYa0GlVz5omEH7_B35NNxldTjXG6ABp1vidlQbqjRjodWFP7MoLozgbw1gadkI5dkkU878wMJbqbAEENQSm20RSIJnGYPx-EvFD5KJcywXd57NU/s1600-h/IMG_2338.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340645264321693490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjjOh9_qRwfInVb0iI6rija-hoeCnqzYa0GlVz5omEH7_B35NNxldTjXG6ABp1vidlQbqjRjodWFP7MoLozgbw1gadkI5dkkU878wMJbqbAEENQSm20RSIJnGYPx-EvFD5KJcywXd57NU/s320/IMG_2338.JPG" border="0" /></a>It was nothing compared to the mushy, unflavored vegetables.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1XPvObnku0_MynmUBzByQxF0w2k_-uXCdVAxQimh_Jd7x7Hnx5YYTht2mL9ZqsMwm1NhXkZMVBBqfSkLZ2K_aXXh0eAAbk_f2oJD6Y6dp2_IK8IsMZagtBMJhyuQW3IUQkDTDkMGYmY/s1600-h/IMG_2404.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340645257876627362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1XPvObnku0_MynmUBzByQxF0w2k_-uXCdVAxQimh_Jd7x7Hnx5YYTht2mL9ZqsMwm1NhXkZMVBBqfSkLZ2K_aXXh0eAAbk_f2oJD6Y6dp2_IK8IsMZagtBMJhyuQW3IUQkDTDkMGYmY/s320/IMG_2404.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">( You can't tell in these pictures. But her little bib says "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">BYU</span>-Idaho Baby" the alumni <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">assoc</span>. sent it when she was born. I think it is so cute.)</span><br /><br />As for me, I'll have a piece of cheesecake please.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-62657417411509071062009-04-28T15:53:00.001-07:002009-04-28T17:14:35.472-07:00Snakes and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails<div>Shelley said I needed to update my blog more, but I don't have a lot to say so this is kind of random. Having a little boy is a whole new world for me. Growing up I had lots of sisters. We liked Barbies, dolls, and dress up. We didn't play ball. We didn't play in the dirt. We didn't get the most excitement in our life from scaring people. Luke is so fun to have around, but he is definitely forcing me to do things that I don't normally do. We play hide and seek on a daily basis. We play cars and build towers, just to knock them down (I don't understand this, but Doug does it too so it must be a guy thing). He is way better than me at catching, throwing, and hitting the ball--any ball. But he also makes me realize how blessed I am. In this picture he was sharing his car with Abby. He kept setting it on her tummy. For him this is a really big deal. He has a problem with sharing and he loves red race cars (because they look like Lightening McQueen). So giving it to her was so hard for him. He loves Abby. It was so cute.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329880618969834018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz-QNb96xZROI1IOhMc9tOyjD4lHsanlnq0RSl22bNd5k2FfEI4aElfjdPLJZQoTkEsO6TP-gcGFOGREuiZljnAZ3vs4l7ulzpCXlXaTVewUp5bZc0qYo7QBOXKItj1XzQo33KarqwLPE/s320/IMG_2091.JPG" border="0" /><br />I included these next pictures that I took to show how precious Abby is too.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZG_b9VnI4iIukNcTw1C4DCGKS1VAx46BEhPdY9nfV9mMRZi8LRzgfML1ul1JDJbAntmbV6HnVthPLHiZaHm7H4NG48nscPg0r-yyfSiMQfxzbd7z32rFt9vqvN82FQgBoSdzHLmfDbDI/s1600-h/IMG_2220.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329880614241839314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZG_b9VnI4iIukNcTw1C4DCGKS1VAx46BEhPdY9nfV9mMRZi8LRzgfML1ul1JDJbAntmbV6HnVthPLHiZaHm7H4NG48nscPg0r-yyfSiMQfxzbd7z32rFt9vqvN82FQgBoSdzHLmfDbDI/s320/IMG_2220.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVRsLfJXPx4037wAerL87Dt2wYIApDpgbPPcKoBnpG9v1wnZ_ioxqbcDPWY9xLosL33-20jqgNHJjDSySQ184ngKSg9QaEjvn-rv8ktljBzVKB0l6qKGoarUfQd5OgGtiDecTtMhdqeM/s1600-h/IMG_2227.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329880611068824098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVRsLfJXPx4037wAerL87Dt2wYIApDpgbPPcKoBnpG9v1wnZ_ioxqbcDPWY9xLosL33-20jqgNHJjDSySQ184ngKSg9QaEjvn-rv8ktljBzVKB0l6qKGoarUfQd5OgGtiDecTtMhdqeM/s320/IMG_2227.JPG" border="0" /></a> The other day Luke wanted to help me do dishes but the water kept running down his sleeve so we just gave up and took his shirt off.<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329880607144644338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOo_rDen5wHoEqV7OhdY9-l0hM4Nk41U0fCmzBsn6q9FDPjyerVsL2J8wvPKIlnSE92xI7zTWzdSN9ZUH6MQz7R64MC9wbvW7-3C4gOyV92RNA4JpQGXqA6qQnCycQ68MjwhSld8ujZ5c/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>I realized that he just liked the bubbles so I let him have a bubble bath and he loved that even more. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329899933251879650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAWSeRdAVzaoKCMXKpK99959eksoB3v3JN2hKjlzEp_8nxUjUrwZQrj0Lwj_lDiv6Hz3Dy7k8S26iZT7AHpU5gwKegVAyptMxKk3Tf2VnxWne5V9p79vrUAOCaW0fLjb-9qu0YtjDb0h0/s320/IMG_2213.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-82048999835102447282009-04-14T12:26:00.000-07:002009-04-14T20:39:13.839-07:00<div align="center">We had a wonderful Easter. Don't they look precious in their Easter clothes?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssY1dOi-0o0n0ZQi1h8c6wHx5_ysg99n0Gz1UHsZseFlLfTe5EnI-QG_8WXU4Je7UPg2GSGymuYjL1iipDxsQ67XrK-9quFVBJujqp6I9l4EHybYanoGaezENmSPrj5gbL7npcBF43kY/s1600-h/IMG_2202.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324634241733633842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssY1dOi-0o0n0ZQi1h8c6wHx5_ysg99n0Gz1UHsZseFlLfTe5EnI-QG_8WXU4Je7UPg2GSGymuYjL1iipDxsQ67XrK-9quFVBJujqp6I9l4EHybYanoGaezENmSPrj5gbL7npcBF43kY/s320/IMG_2202.JPG" border="0" /></a> Luke was very concerned when he was up and dressed and Abby was still in bed.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324634254372471602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiczMAeQAURMQ9fCzziTM7H00lRFzNyzV0c_I2V81AhMCq9Dg4OjyhHtYjsnWxgHlkjk_0prmqFef0jQPG3MuSEedEtxl5YGiY-GQwt4xPTAq960FS6XQ5BKqeFsBRjLFy4z9kTAbW62M8/s320/IMG_2201.JPG" border="0" />He kept getting her church shoes and laying them on top of her. That is what he is holding in this picture.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324634245374380786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2i6Qsv8Cik4Yy7tqhv6m9m5WbRsQctF78HByxKhHRnDXGMypjSjiSPxlPK0aeG43kh665y6SNfTFZVIBSEgdDA7Gv7EOk-W2kaJkMwFslEC603XkvlDlEuSWLVBmkUgOtlHnETf_toqE/s320/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" />Best dressed cowboy around. . .<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324634256851365298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHKJ8QoRCHRWuVLecV68XN9mpd7h7pZ0spmRMhPMJHk0S35x3dLpnkDhd_pBML7os8U_JkQ6vkQjsqoPpp4pZGkkK-p8QezWDPEDuw3cQmMYGXxF92YlgAnRKIdk0ABR9Vze44kGC1pbI/s320/IMG_2204.JPG" border="0" />but you still can't make me smile for the camera.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324634267241157906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3T4z4gGrVGZWsHi9eSyHmWPH1k3M444Zyk0Dp1xnvhomdzzw01BjSYur8FA52R9dUhKHvmYhkJTXstZEHTGHr0U4Ath_MoHiS2M904vIewijZczh8dUnVAc1hTMtR3xtGF4vg5oiUaf4/s320/IMG_2205.JPG" border="0" />Hope everyone's Easter was great.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-13005003144443948672009-04-06T13:31:00.000-07:002009-04-06T13:39:49.058-07:00More Birthday<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I stole these pictures off of Mary Lynn's blog of Luke's birthday because her Megan shares a birthday with Luke.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL2wPBlwFvW2LFu_PMrJjRFjXCxWyt-2V9jKGuqGPzSTPLM9ACl1nWvP3QxlZXGxzcpVXTUVIFne9UFCzBFeU_tgl9_N6GEt3GXTN0fls5fIynb32Qz9ysjxEh8F2nMaQHK_UTNvsxhhM/s1600-h/2009_03_28_1783.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321679440065339970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL2wPBlwFvW2LFu_PMrJjRFjXCxWyt-2V9jKGuqGPzSTPLM9ACl1nWvP3QxlZXGxzcpVXTUVIFne9UFCzBFeU_tgl9_N6GEt3GXTN0fls5fIynb32Qz9ysjxEh8F2nMaQHK_UTNvsxhhM/s320/2009_03_28_1783.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Megan got a fishing pole from Grandma and Grandpa. Luke thought it was the very coolest thing ever. Look at his little face. Megan was nice and let him play with it.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321679441607047458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlAJ3L4aEd6V1PkHWRf2eJ5AtLTrkyN6Qh206bjGFUkUsqdH_HUG474Mj0LvanrmNi5ENvU4f5f7N28B_lcVlxahP-60Nq2tuXl0C1SBBIgJUjL2d8-x4ARS9F9qXGclaK3tFx5FJMwtM/s320/2009_03_28_1763.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Even when he would go under the water, he loved the slide.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321679444289847474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeoXMlXfHcwkMwqYJQoWMNfBJ3_DSvDp59BzmhQ3-C8qRj-pYA93e3xg2c2wySrlzao73r8oGgkkizcT-PClJULuo-lwYAxuWclHg957TmrjRckGn0afkaWM1fijTZXNpmmsd-QT1NdU/s320/IMG_2113.JPG" border="0" />I just had to add this picture of Daddy 'babysitting'.<br /></span><div></div><br /></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-58819924672613781802009-04-06T12:56:00.000-07:002009-04-07T12:48:08.141-07:00Happy Birthday<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I can't believe it. Luke turned two. Everyone says that it goes so fast and even though you know it does, it is hard to just hold on to each moment.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Luke is all boy. He loved this Little People Garage because it has a ramp for all of his cars to slide down. We were all done birthday shopping for him and then Daddy came home with this giant tractor for him the day before his birthday. He loves to spoil him.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8ERFaidha2h-V0QIrEssDK9bmGrZGrmGjn0DjozCeZEe9_YJrHRUVhIMtpKWV3pipZPgwlHVQTQulxeV97YnJQkooE-oWe9aC1zQcX9lTCWaTh7eHf9JHIyhFMPdWGAHDJXQMsLpb2o/s1600-h/IMG_2124.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321671493134071746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8ERFaidha2h-V0QIrEssDK9bmGrZGrmGjn0DjozCeZEe9_YJrHRUVhIMtpKWV3pipZPgwlHVQTQulxeV97YnJQkooE-oWe9aC1zQcX9lTCWaTh7eHf9JHIyhFMPdWGAHDJXQMsLpb2o/s320/IMG_2124.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> On Luke's birthday we went swimming and then had waffle's (Luke's favorite) at Grandma's house. I forgot my camera so I don't have pictures, but Luke loved the slide and wanted to jump off of the diving board when Daddy did.<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTYtRHk3OyCXg-1RsXdw6xeGFvgjciwut6c0r3ZmsaBUct3em6RVUlIVzyKHYIn3QLrxKRYgDEQ9ki1B6VcnmIEsQmzZ5g-C9zQsf6eSpF7wKUBfPfUjhVFTYgsTHkgABTwCyIxLvHgDE/s1600-h/IMG_2139.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321670744500598050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTYtRHk3OyCXg-1RsXdw6xeGFvgjciwut6c0r3ZmsaBUct3em6RVUlIVzyKHYIn3QLrxKRYgDEQ9ki1B6VcnmIEsQmzZ5g-C9zQsf6eSpF7wKUBfPfUjhVFTYgsTHkgABTwCyIxLvHgDE/s320/IMG_2139.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> The day after Luke's birthday his Grandma and Grandpa came to visit. He really didn't care that they came as long as they brought his "fun" Uncles and Aunts. Mitchell, Chad (the all time favorite), Melanie and Shelley don't have their own kids so Luke loves all of the attention that they give him.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RkBeW3QO4uNiV1P0lQSHFIty8iefOCid_c0Nt319Ob545gJs4xXuvO0zPeSjB61CvobH9U7bAH0tLEe0viDmzPOnDMaHC5JgWgBqZBsD7-3YM_L4Xy7U2zKbRTdVpg9v3ipVjy3Row4/s1600-h/IMG_2130.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321670737121717362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RkBeW3QO4uNiV1P0lQSHFIty8iefOCid_c0Nt319Ob545gJs4xXuvO0zPeSjB61CvobH9U7bAH0tLEe0viDmzPOnDMaHC5JgWgBqZBsD7-3YM_L4Xy7U2zKbRTdVpg9v3ipVjy3Row4/s320/IMG_2130.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> He loves the slide that they bought for him, but he uses it more as a ramp to send his cars down, than as a slide.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiepQPoRyianAV6dDP7tRcPiFnIC04WR9nenA-hU5QC7nFQPr32CccYip25Fu1dDgt1PBSm4xsmb2XSpnCA3MIw0aZODc9ZAHRdBd6eSOy45KdIMZ7LgjjXs1daS9nx2GtkpFJx_1md2K0/s1600-h/IMG_2136.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321670739012966882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiepQPoRyianAV6dDP7tRcPiFnIC04WR9nenA-hU5QC7nFQPr32CccYip25Fu1dDgt1PBSm4xsmb2XSpnCA3MIw0aZODc9ZAHRdBd6eSOy45KdIMZ7LgjjXs1daS9nx2GtkpFJx_1md2K0/s320/IMG_2136.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> He is the fastest person I've ever seen at blowing out his candles. Maybe that is because I always tell him to blow on his food to cool it off before he takes a bite. I am sure that is not proper manners.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqhJBRJGpaNmla6x4Xa-m5VLznRJ7y9HKU-Ggj2N3G_cBOi6CgQzVDz73aCl9bS0KmefwX1LjHBz298WK_qSD0kIGbaz1muY6U7Dx3vk-rWJHJDixUVNL8mHhYhHIcHI3HouubFncdKk/s1600-h/IMG_2135.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321670736761882658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqhJBRJGpaNmla6x4Xa-m5VLznRJ7y9HKU-Ggj2N3G_cBOi6CgQzVDz73aCl9bS0KmefwX1LjHBz298WK_qSD0kIGbaz1muY6U7Dx3vk-rWJHJDixUVNL8mHhYhHIcHI3HouubFncdKk/s320/IMG_2135.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Since he got the movie cars for Christmas, he has been in love with all things Cars. You walk through <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Walmart</span> and they have Lightening McQueen everything and he wants it all. I am not much of a cake decorator so instead we bought toy cars and made Radiator Springs--complete with the Cozy Cone Motel and Luigi's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Casa</span> De La Tires. The tractor in the back left corner is "tipped."<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiscKFozgMrxrnDsfyCYO22LDyxduPXMqeor13YaUdSGqEbDKOmH7TQeO1hk4fAAbVUYz_NkaW-i-hNB7DICT-RcYMgifqvvqgy1wR8UqDERHI7XwZU3QYlcaRassvn73iXpQB3SpaYmr4/s1600-h/IMG_2153.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321670732327182146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiscKFozgMrxrnDsfyCYO22LDyxduPXMqeor13YaUdSGqEbDKOmH7TQeO1hk4fAAbVUYz_NkaW-i-hNB7DICT-RcYMgifqvvqgy1wR8UqDERHI7XwZU3QYlcaRassvn73iXpQB3SpaYmr4/s320/IMG_2153.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Abby enjoyed the party too. Side note. We have now had this balloon for almost two weeks and the helium in it is going strong. It is still floating on the ceiling. Isn't that crazy? or have I just always had cheap balloons that lose their air fast?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-19277823030560727882009-03-23T19:13:00.001-07:002009-03-24T13:12:31.911-07:00My inspiration<div align="center">I love to read Suzanne's blog. It is the most entertaining of any blog I have read, but I always feel guilty when I read all of the cute things that she does. When I taught school I celebrated all of the small holidays, but with my own kids a never feel like going to all of that effort. I already missed Johnny Appleseed Day and Dr. Seuss Day so I decided to start with an easy one. St. Patty's Day. The best thing about all of the stuff Suzanne does is that she keeps it simple and doesn't go to a big expense. I decided she would be my inspiration.<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BkvIBlCueLOvMh-1wDtz9ZE9E69-gJ1skt8WlRYM-_yqt19B1kUTugPYcawqt224ZH9WZ0Lk0iJ7F4ZnGOAKpE4i9TarmjZ0mpnV_lGrMgAW_XLQU0rhZkk-9eYrzv3Dsyx0Zsa_iQg/s1600-h/IMG_2100.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316572349304954322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BkvIBlCueLOvMh-1wDtz9ZE9E69-gJ1skt8WlRYM-_yqt19B1kUTugPYcawqt224ZH9WZ0Lk0iJ7F4ZnGOAKpE4i9TarmjZ0mpnV_lGrMgAW_XLQU0rhZkk-9eYrzv3Dsyx0Zsa_iQg/s320/IMG_2100.JPG" border="0" /></a> For supper we had green dishes and of course John Deere hats.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvJq5k60DB2Djg-aDrAA5QLIDHTvDt-Xyl9en7xDmgzdI8KQsQQWO0clAS2M09nPgB-y9Q1CZE-Rd22pEl-dvUGptZnITYnc8EhJhWAsIGGeDFCaD5-5PqLrJTBq7j3HG8YiT7fWEUl4/s1600-h/IMG_2101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316572353611484562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvJq5k60DB2Djg-aDrAA5QLIDHTvDt-Xyl9en7xDmgzdI8KQsQQWO0clAS2M09nPgB-y9Q1CZE-Rd22pEl-dvUGptZnITYnc8EhJhWAsIGGeDFCaD5-5PqLrJTBq7j3HG8YiT7fWEUl4/s320/IMG_2101.JPG" border="0" /></a> Abby looks so Irish.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8rtp_wQHwtOeOemU2C9zec-udq-6CYyIolV91PEQZLEb2vWS9tfYMkGDfP2edanP9HDn4dQOnjPwRnkyyLx0UgoOiyxNOIdPArv9Q-sfZvWgtpWoGfXD3WnSpZr_WDSafZleYVZrn-s/s1600-h/IMG_2099.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316572343243861058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8rtp_wQHwtOeOemU2C9zec-udq-6CYyIolV91PEQZLEb2vWS9tfYMkGDfP2edanP9HDn4dQOnjPwRnkyyLx0UgoOiyxNOIdPArv9Q-sfZvWgtpWoGfXD3WnSpZr_WDSafZleYVZrn-s/s320/IMG_2099.JPG" border="0" /></a> Green waffles and orange juice for breakfast.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhamzUu4AwDi9HbOYC_Nx2nyJApLz6Ixc4KWCfIOfJTY4Gmm9hsOS6U7KJ7iIAVXfs6c25E3yWq6BDcK10b9F7RzJQoeERv1WnYRzedveVXGxZlV8IhMf7zcpuotI08-CTzCH7DEgOC658/s1600-h/IMG_2098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316572331294001874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhamzUu4AwDi9HbOYC_Nx2nyJApLz6Ixc4KWCfIOfJTY4Gmm9hsOS6U7KJ7iIAVXfs6c25E3yWq6BDcK10b9F7RzJQoeERv1WnYRzedveVXGxZlV8IhMf7zcpuotI08-CTzCH7DEgOC658/s320/IMG_2098.JPG" border="0" /></a> My adorable Leprechaun.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZguZpFuERO5kcgB453Hj5CQZHojwqDl5s4EyrfpZV6QgdIrI23ytL8ogfPQtwZbqYfind-F_q8ElTRR0-VI_uImS4m_VKQPs9kGXHzeQuDFTYFWDiTMW2xsXWqfu0HdBKNxRwlHlqomM/s1600-h/IMG_2097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316572324312822978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZguZpFuERO5kcgB453Hj5CQZHojwqDl5s4EyrfpZV6QgdIrI23ytL8ogfPQtwZbqYfind-F_q8ElTRR0-VI_uImS4m_VKQPs9kGXHzeQuDFTYFWDiTMW2xsXWqfu0HdBKNxRwlHlqomM/s320/IMG_2097.JPG" border="0" /></a> Doug was even a good sport.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-72772535516001858682009-03-23T17:39:00.001-07:002009-03-23T17:51:50.987-07:00You should see the deerWe were headed in to town to pick up Luke from my in-laws a couple of weeks ago. It was about 9:00 at night. There was lots of traffic headed the opposite direction. In between to oncoming cars we saw something running. We thought at first that it might be a dog. And all of the sudden there was a giant deer in our head lights. It was too late to swerve and there was no where to swerve anyway.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaIpThsD58yFTZ4-zU4lgWVrP7LRTuqknL0kUqyIxBfMi_qQcWpUTvkeQjaBU2S0JhTzyNlD422ghK2atgoULT7sCYk07556OmRrYafWYz8b_SDcmUM5BWptOSKU2C_DbPheeYtyV9hhM/s1600-h/IMG_2084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316548532506618034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaIpThsD58yFTZ4-zU4lgWVrP7LRTuqknL0kUqyIxBfMi_qQcWpUTvkeQjaBU2S0JhTzyNlD422ghK2atgoULT7sCYk07556OmRrYafWYz8b_SDcmUM5BWptOSKU2C_DbPheeYtyV9hhM/s320/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8IGSbirhxBaAxkayMv8R25v5-6RsExNE6f2HgH92UIqPUIlbZs_jZjKOfw7j6m-j10mPOp61P1h8ONTgXFnDTHhaJv4uCga9mODup6qGzFtjFLtvAGJ5CCSHYdY8xn82uXa8PJ7lesc/s1600-h/IMG_2083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316548524650562370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8IGSbirhxBaAxkayMv8R25v5-6RsExNE6f2HgH92UIqPUIlbZs_jZjKOfw7j6m-j10mPOp61P1h8ONTgXFnDTHhaJv4uCga9mODup6qGzFtjFLtvAGJ5CCSHYdY8xn82uXa8PJ7lesc/s320/IMG_2083.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316548527552035842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZBfut8eTb8iHwOqSh1o-ppkZ1jU1F9s4EUdt2smhHVhSpHN-xvPROtPwIVdU3nJiA8lqlh11FHW5oxuIsEv6WVeusJV3RwZZYF1I3piZ5UqdZ_ugoDoin6iJutzY_jwv0iIpyqzS9ug/s320/IMG_2082.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Yah that is all that happened to us. We were all just fine. Just a loud thud.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316548536298880610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgziyS6xET1OR4NCrDzG-fpajTCkc5MX0yA2t-npXR8h-kHQN9Ks0OfDDuaC4wXoy2ZaDiooo72bw9wI8-Lv2h0JApEQKwUwL8ZJozPDS9gXPzkVQavYCm8FCrGYyeVK2jDy8mmZgGNbDo/s320/IMG_2085.JPG" border="0" />The deer was not so lucky. Everyone at church wanted to know why we didn't take it home to eat. Yes we live in Idaho. The deer is still sitting by the side of the road.<br /><div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-44307788224653057192009-03-05T13:18:00.000-08:002009-03-05T13:20:59.309-08:00PicturesKayla took our pictures the other day. She has put a few on her blog. Check them out. Especially the ones of Luke. I can't get over them. She did a great job. It was so cute. She could get him to do anything in the pictures (except hold Abby) if she would give him an M & M after the picture. I can't wait to see more.Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-81790642769796933832009-02-26T15:14:00.001-08:002009-02-26T15:28:35.179-08:00The beachWhile we were in California, we decided to visit Doug's sister, Annie. She lives on a military base about 3 hours from Anaheim. We hit traffic through L.A. and had been driving 3 1/2 hours when I remembered I had taken my wallet (with my license) out of my purse and left it in our other hotel. We went on anyway and through luck or prayer I was able to get on anyway. I was so glad to get to see them and they were great to put up with us. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307250175915514498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5as63OXOFSzPjN1UVCGNlR_XvRWHboqeTrDbndPyhH4Hix_LhB3w4JlUmyqoRdyj1_ZjEeYOIetuMIiVixsf4FW0a51P-GfgSTTGhod4kvT31cghlwOFKng9NC0wrYKs3xIXfb0NOfx0/s320/IMG_2011.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRzrDKaQvPC2gBAbohSff7XvxmDDxJoGklCNlS5x6oSf92u_8bVaVd32dl-Ave1DwWDJQaWYXpE2i2LeEbcbKdDAdnxmbGsziPgchpX7HuAKkDPqy20RamtlwXdjARgbpBk3yHrhTKpgo/s1600-h/IMG_1992.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307250185939251394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRzrDKaQvPC2gBAbohSff7XvxmDDxJoGklCNlS5x6oSf92u_8bVaVd32dl-Ave1DwWDJQaWYXpE2i2LeEbcbKdDAdnxmbGsziPgchpX7HuAKkDPqy20RamtlwXdjARgbpBk3yHrhTKpgo/s320/IMG_1992.JPG" border="0" /></a> We went to see the ocean, but it was cold and so windy. In just the few minutes we were there, we were covered in sand.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz5qWtOcYkfa_andCDzZKp74CN6mzENqa-OSDU-f2ri4vVTj255giLPzcOPkqy-ZURkfVzk41YxPP5aF9g1aSNEdIlq9G62SWf5myf_7u9xXninYhd0tY_AvpdGgjydQqmqjKQlLLJ4Y8/s1600-h/IMG_1990.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307250184077847026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz5qWtOcYkfa_andCDzZKp74CN6mzENqa-OSDU-f2ri4vVTj255giLPzcOPkqy-ZURkfVzk41YxPP5aF9g1aSNEdIlq9G62SWf5myf_7u9xXninYhd0tY_AvpdGgjydQqmqjKQlLLJ4Y8/s320/IMG_1990.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRAyfgdAzy-ehSmwzWCW7G9Oq2zgfOQSx08RmQzLfKQg77jbhBVQzko9ToLhyphenhyphenD7aVC6E0dTU1Q2sV7oOnVhQPRdCYcwMwfrpJGglL5ozEjpzNhYhN-5oP83VtjQ8l2090wqrZ_isuBClY/s1600-h/IMG_2003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307250174021237202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRAyfgdAzy-ehSmwzWCW7G9Oq2zgfOQSx08RmQzLfKQg77jbhBVQzko9ToLhyphenhyphenD7aVC6E0dTU1Q2sV7oOnVhQPRdCYcwMwfrpJGglL5ozEjpzNhYhN-5oP83VtjQ8l2090wqrZ_isuBClY/s320/IMG_2003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-44620253971765750112009-02-26T14:31:00.000-08:002009-02-26T15:13:02.955-08:00The Happiest Place On Earth<div><div><div>Yes I know that Wendy (or was it Mary) used that same title, but I can't think of a better title for this entry. In the fall my dad started saying he wanted to take us all to Disneyland. Not everyone thought they could make it and my mom was ready to give up on the whole thing, but Mary's husband Sam told Mary "it's your family, it will never really happen." If you know my mom you know that she can't back down from a challenge. She went ahead with the plans and we all ended up going. 22 of us!! I have a ton of pictures, but here are some favorites.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307239834086652050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegJic7skPv2muxwhokTnJ3VbsBXlxVIpybX6oYmtwyHL7vCFtdmfgrcuvDmHr_k7s5mWNrq6vQEFEsJqDPd4loGiJ2YwASL6U4XO9AJQQ-MMKxLIsXUa6ftcMRoH19lL4EzudR1B5DGQ/s320/IMG_1942.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307239859974310274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifKhCW6WcldbbTsLWc5FUTdWJpw7vL2U1dmVFSPjTRmX7FIaahly2ya24J18Omv7CPOGZeei3KQRcjl5fm1eeG5g0emUxHZW8y8WcZuxiUCgAe2wmXgHPweZDXSF3sNdqkm1pj2y2JT0c/s320/IMG_1969.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307239838385799442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqw1N0S6nc5G27EdB5dox8cF8wiCoRii-z-fGeZml-JxnTvGcMr10clWCtrgVZU6WFlsLd9uzQVXmw4C3qG7cyl0WL-xEaZoP8f11AKg9Gt3d1B_v4vAz0-AO0Z0jYevOIxy-10ILDJg/s320/IMG_1944.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>The weather was good, but still a little chilly. Abby spent the whole week wrapped up. Most of the pictures you can't even see her in. I told Doug that when she gets older, she won't even think she got to go. She will think we just carried a pink blanket around. This picture is proof that she was really there.</div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307239825367094578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRH2B3hZjUDOaNilvRy_YCaJPD6ODKGNu_OcaeEBTLIb0daL_YOXaOkk7AuleMPD-UWfdSl-pw2dMlm8vyMdPj_ZUJ2pBQSsGUh3LPBHAiTYbzD-gfiHBJ6187ieApFUNG5C_Od0mR4M/s320/IMG_1939.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Dumbo is my dad's favorite ride. He said he would be happy to just take the grandkids around on that one all day.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307239817524655874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9E1j_GSAf9o-Gp0o747P9DX5_6fPRLCeCx0CFRGJklawm0IRUroeyvrmmwsewhpWea4E4dvhvfbwj1X3I4jh6XO9BE9-L1G9IqqQeSF0_yWpd2JhOIyty6gL4s6kmWrSqCnVzhnTxRRQ/s320/IMG_1987.JPG" border="0" /></div><p>Abby is under the pink blanket, once again she won't believe she was really there. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307242686558026722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSouXd51eqeDmYHJ9C7BtoYWmCge5V9v15lJcsJhXbu5XXq9uXRStVlO-XBIyliijUAaTLs9BXO-1dCtujBmd1k17tsqdRi9RYwzCKqg8wcZ1lJnYVHiEndlPtOgiudDMd7aUcFQoQRow/s320/IMG_1964.JPG" border="0" />Mitchell was feeling bad because he had to miss some dance that he had been asked to at home. This is probably better than that.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307242685201307346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsy8cMRdZ3Xo9vN25l4x8JEQPAvz5BgGBZU8rP_IcR50p6LjK_wFUjD0_ZTFznueBhfjE3YDd0K-afnmYkEigzWHUgvQu1m9QHxWdIjUMio-MSnsIVudyUhrLqQwRJydsVljaIOCfWU0k/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" border="0" />The last thing we did at Disneyland was go to the Pixar Parade. You'll never guess who was leading the parade--Lightening McQueen. Seeing Luke's face when the car came around the corner was the highlight of the whole trip for us. I wish I had been on the other side of him to get a better picture of his face.<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307242682074866978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmieEiaZE2x5eLvEFv-YRqFvIwo7mjU_UQW3Wo78TUJ67EtwqfnF-nwgn_8eihQOWsRPcJeb6O_8UXxN75EhCfVfeJVIlHsxyQOTevz_Xkv-KyP7MB3nkrEgsgYuljNj2lcAp6Or5PTdA/s320/IMG_1978.JPG" border="0" /></p></div></div><br /><br /><p align="center">This is how we all felt by the end of each day.</p><br /><p align="center">Thanks Sam for challenging my mom, thanks Mary for telling her about it, thanks dad for coming up with the idea and taking us. Thank you mom for planning it and putting up with all the Kiboshers (is that how you spell it??).</p>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-38754631391211885242009-02-26T14:06:00.000-08:002009-02-26T14:29:01.160-08:00Abby's blessingI had been waiting for Terra to update her blog for quite a while. Then she finally did and I realized that it had been even longer since I updated my own blog. I have lots of fun pictures, but I just don't get on the internet very often and most of the time I don't have very long.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307232614943167634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicf2yWzoz-ztOhJ8GVrAXXyTOo55GJpeOFhgFvEzBFRAGH08p8R80_RcXwiYONYp7QyJcw1ft8KOZrjjZGwUB9LLuEik9r7JaDSQeUI4WkQr1Zg-KUAm7pfBghyphenhyphenfDxUDpTYXq-Ahlev7A/s320/IMG_1922.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Luke still doesn't understand how to be soft with Abby, but he is very protective of her. When we go anywhere he asks me if the baby is coming too. He always wants me to set her up to the table when we eat dinner. He likes to hold her, but only for a couple of seconds. We have such a hard time getting a picture of it. My sister-in-law is doing our pictures this weekend so hopefully she'll be able to get a better one than this.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307232610473616194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0KdBUDywoDCvkRPmZnMN5a0zNpA932qP1GouQWZjNOmCCqWmKF2t53ftnqiWWD9AiVhOHX1Rz5PIKlguRwMpVwEH08NRtmVkO1kDUt8gGuVLCdWHlOUdR5wDTwy1hmV2j8h3CoqrfExE/s320/IMG_1916.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />I wanted Abby's blessing dress to be something she could always treasure, but not something that you spend a ton of money on to just sit in a box. When we went to Colorado at Thanksgiving I asked my grandma to make her a dress. She ended up making two and letting me decide which one I wanted. Now the dress can be more of an heirloom for Abby because her great-grandma made it.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307232601008190082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf59w4nrPi_xZ1_dsZyevRW6CSHC3G6afNR0Yv4Rt8oWato5W51sr1s1If_NPUSkl78E3nybybZA8eaatKwUzan-Iy5x6LgaHy0FjwgcuaJeAfZNkoS4iN6nZ_TJ_9eE56TeN02-rJQzk/s320/IMG_1912.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Here is Abby with her Grandma and Grandpa.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307232597509038258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIdLZx6sIJQ9hDL0ILGo4fMvZHVpelxeEeX8Dp0prDx6AfvowuuqhSXpyq9oTg5XpMXDIur99ISroHV6WcMT3hn-znIA4tVKMl6pzn0ANJ2_5xbiqOkfu_V4Mo4VABHK0JRGIF59jXiB4/s320/IMG_1913.JPG" border="0" /><br />Aunt Annie made this cute bow. She sells them on her website. There is a link to her blog above.Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128044293533716465.post-19088241596357169672008-12-26T14:00:00.001-08:002008-12-26T15:42:49.485-08:00Christmas Blessing<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284248203137781842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpgg7EKDjiEZL6uOgtD_aVlRTVrQt6dfKHPAHuGi7VdPTGnNHtuspsxa3pgDycPu_nOtQMDw6axoxpXpREmsfBl2AgBqHoqk2GRfxpVUmWYl4YMhpYLF-wq2SEUOMFQHeQD25hxqI_fk/s320/n1501041405_134532_1758.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284224117473718738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvDJuufc47lfSA30milSS8Wh8-HKDKBirJTkqXi-52oXQr9mvpZ_JiRdlNJGMd-pl06xoVoH8uFpHKN68EWu9Ymk6tVmUuaruJfB9Uc4k_ck6Y23LoFnlm_cACz1HbN_KrBMefArR1es/s320/IMG_1788.JPG" border="0" />We had a wonderful Christmas this year. However, for us, Christmas began a week early. Baby Abby Jane was born December 18. She was three weeks early but weighed 8 lbs. 1 oz. I shutter to think how big she would have been by January, when she was due. She has big chubby cheeks and a head full of dark hair. We are so blessed to have her here and healthy.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284224100875792850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOzAvnRIDdnZOVpQeM-9lZYUD8j4nYHgeQJiGrRQZqLF0Z5cLoB634dP-dmDtUC9yFWPk8JmCBynbtamLEUMA8gLMqBegSi0hiUOW-0M7FiogLz99cS0UMxw6B51qBumEnRXkjJxNG78/s320/IMG_1777.JPG" border="0" /> Luke has not been as interested in the baby as I thought that he would be. Pretty much the only thing that he understands is that he has to be soft. He always points to the baby and tells me 'soft'.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284224106773473394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOflzxxuSk2I8lFbQ07I-m5Iz9LBZ5qOGX5EQJzJ2mQiJWUuUwGrALPmLkfJREfMv7RPvQfz2nK0BnjqQIJLx1fVnsfhEiStfjtrIbBzNknqrvHlln6zRdNn1cXUwtT_Z-QB3-Fvud9w/s320/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Doug likes to talk about how he wanted another boy, but he is so proud of his little girl.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284226701554134850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVWKBA8npgngLy7HaFmMa10NK7FuknORFQ164Ui5srLotOriJ4E7eb3oFwNodG9wsyZDUaXjlcB2c9IQKCvHpYg7S0OSAfpPr4t_dFloNvtWdUebln22mlwnBGRyrWQSlpXiWARlSLz7o/s320/IMG_1750.JPG" border="0" />Luke got to be a shepherd in the family Christmas nativity. He just wandered around most of the time.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgcqrU2GbDVMOyjE_r7aJxP4-qqX-Z-G36gpe0TDWzvBQ39YDdgKTRlE2C1HZTSDqTe-n0yScaqkjaakOfkIlLgcInL5V-SWGIPTV0VF0yks7TAJ2-3esm8XSFwoZT8rW45gkhq1PZOU/s1600-h/IMG_1764.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284226689008890738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgcqrU2GbDVMOyjE_r7aJxP4-qqX-Z-G36gpe0TDWzvBQ39YDdgKTRlE2C1HZTSDqTe-n0yScaqkjaakOfkIlLgcInL5V-SWGIPTV0VF0yks7TAJ2-3esm8XSFwoZT8rW45gkhq1PZOU/s320/IMG_1764.JPG" border="0" /></a> Doug got to be an elf this year. He made a rocking chair for Luke. Luke was so excited to see it Christmas morning.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQWCdWFCJ3CrJgomlCYEsCPmtpEAnw7RXUZ6_DTcO13gnCmwMBY4TyhtMCHmFOxWG8onQfDlxj2rLfFfqHiaGa6GHCP6SRdIOIugjSg0mSyxBc3QFGYzChHy7meyfLLaBnem4IfXlOjo/s1600-h/IMG_1810.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284226683195451218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQWCdWFCJ3CrJgomlCYEsCPmtpEAnw7RXUZ6_DTcO13gnCmwMBY4TyhtMCHmFOxWG8onQfDlxj2rLfFfqHiaGa6GHCP6SRdIOIugjSg0mSyxBc3QFGYzChHy7meyfLLaBnem4IfXlOjo/s320/IMG_1810.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />It took Luke all day to open his presents and all of Abby's presents. He would get distracted playing with each one.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284226679055719426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEQHWsl2h7bEAszXjAwux4CmmyJORvWzo1qxNNeiAn_PBeG263vRXtI1uzzGs_fE0iqVo2qBwDVJ0877daioI3ipxDFdkb2hFfeYOvgBEQxw0Ww8YK_pp1tmlp6kpkLR-FgaHuVpmg2fA/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" /></div>Check out the decorations on our tree. They don't start until you get about three feet off the ground. We had to redecorate after Luke broke three balls the first day.</div></div></div>Doug and Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983520128662024454noreply@blogger.com7