tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19053634941108703062024-03-04T23:54:00.220-07:00Whetten FamiliaOnce Upon a Time in MexicoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-32647621840200136622009-04-12T22:55:00.002-06:002009-04-12T23:07:24.577-06:00our family is growing!So, I know those of you with those FANCY blogging things (gadgets? Ok, just kidding- I tried to sound smart, I really don't know what they're called!) that tell you when someone has a new post and what the title is....JUMPED to read this one. haha...made you look. But I didn't lie! This week Tori gets a hubby and we get a brother-in-law/uncle. He's actually been in our fam for awhile, but this makes it official. We think he's great. Reuben is the ringbearer and has been modeling all week..."mommy, I hold the pillow like THIS" hands cupped oh so carefully..."and I no drop it!" Let's hope not! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgKmpLpy2Gwa79Cn6WyYeY1PDLZkSbzb_Moc4RLqLCkwo7EiZV4nFtt8O1iyUk0AjnBsu_nnwkwfhbrGmwty7bIcckffze6EvTLrX_lZHsF0o6lme0xdc9o2k_ki4LN107JbGWz_3w3g/s1600-h/toriandnelson.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324035131252569650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgKmpLpy2Gwa79Cn6WyYeY1PDLZkSbzb_Moc4RLqLCkwo7EiZV4nFtt8O1iyUk0AjnBsu_nnwkwfhbrGmwty7bIcckffze6EvTLrX_lZHsF0o6lme0xdc9o2k_ki4LN107JbGWz_3w3g/s320/toriandnelson.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's a pic of the cute couple! Nelson and Tori. We're so excited! Congratulations you two!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-37910045547223388812009-04-12T22:49:00.002-06:002009-04-12T22:53:34.864-06:00Easter with Cousins!<div><embed src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=576460752349780905&site=widget-a9.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752349780905&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/p1/576460752349780905/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752349780905&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/p2/576460752349780905/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752349780905&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/p4/576460752349780905/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-3113888802302591282009-04-12T21:33:00.005-06:002009-04-12T22:43:57.840-06:00For Aunt Becky<div>Dear Aunt Becky,<br /></div><div>You are great! We love the aprons you made us and wear them often...even though our mommy is a slacker and has taken forever to post this picture.<br /></div><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SmwFrDRvqE_5B-m14XCb0-hnhFHd4DyPdzFSLRtP-v7ykiQkTXlnJRYv_aeAweOOQTi-hWIFIHs9cICB8Uw6u-ssgWIsQcI5M96DD5XsqwHF8DExxINacqo-t47CoxMbgYVF4Vvon1w/s1600-h/DSCN1156.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324016076136150098" 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/AVvXsEj3SmwFrDRvqE_5B-m14XCb0-hnhFHd4DyPdzFSLRtP-v7ykiQkTXlnJRYv_aeAweOOQTi-hWIFIHs9cICB8Uw6u-ssgWIsQcI5M96DD5XsqwHF8DExxINacqo-t47CoxMbgYVF4Vvon1w/s320/DSCN1156.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />She even wears her apron to fix the yummy Rachel Ray food....and we like our ROASTED (not burnt) trees with the delicious garlic gravy and french fries.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjai9xV7JOk7pJEjDJcmLNxyAKareLEJ8eamndOYhxUdamqGxC02E46otlkTWoSwA5dWegzpOWwSZQacvN1jXMnoBrfjaactJrJKbeb-_oQj0KBgQ42-zyw6VDcmhHYUtTPmmAcRHIqRWM/s1600-h/DSCN1142.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324017066567739218" 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/AVvXsEjai9xV7JOk7pJEjDJcmLNxyAKareLEJ8eamndOYhxUdamqGxC02E46otlkTWoSwA5dWegzpOWwSZQacvN1jXMnoBrfjaactJrJKbeb-_oQj0KBgQ42-zyw6VDcmhHYUtTPmmAcRHIqRWM/s320/DSCN1142.JPG" border="0" /></a> But we weren't allowed in the kitchen for FOUR hours while she made these meringues....because the oven door had to be open. Yes, they were good but too sweet and our mommy says she hopes we liked them because she'll never make them again.<br /><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxBXTDYpXaAwCeON8i5xWnBcRgYyWuDzExpCe-F70K1vkQk8d_BYPRFlLOXBK_RaC7pi9OYGKhBbHdiO3rJd-ta0OkqAxpFUCf40wxlfvh0Xy6r7UPXBa_0dIRC0Utv7A1alABgEAIbw/s1600-h/DSCN1203.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324018375378378386" 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/AVvXsEhMxBXTDYpXaAwCeON8i5xWnBcRgYyWuDzExpCe-F70K1vkQk8d_BYPRFlLOXBK_RaC7pi9OYGKhBbHdiO3rJd-ta0OkqAxpFUCf40wxlfvh0Xy6r7UPXBa_0dIRC0Utv7A1alABgEAIbw/s320/DSCN1203.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We really wish she'd stop trying to be all fancy and cook things like you...we are fine with chicken nuggets. Honestly, we think she just likes to wear her apron. But we don't blame her. We wear ours to make cookies AND to play with legos. Thanks again! </p><p>Love, Reuben & Jace</p><p>PS. Come visit. Bring James.<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-46932680088198973862009-02-02T18:16:00.004-07:002009-02-02T18:42:45.060-07:00why i love THIS man:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXz-d_Jlkzusn4b4WIbaFu9gu1F8z_hY6YWQD9IQuGS6fOV1nAqhIiBFzJGHW8a5G3a7XMpeDgJppXjpeD0vMkN5uHze5nzvnGg13nZV6WNF2JtLYAzLAGgQbeSP_nv1_pmEodv5fRvU/s1600-h/039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298378734672265218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXz-d_Jlkzusn4b4WIbaFu9gu1F8z_hY6YWQD9IQuGS6fOV1nAqhIiBFzJGHW8a5G3a7XMpeDgJppXjpeD0vMkN5uHze5nzvnGg13nZV6WNF2JtLYAzLAGgQbeSP_nv1_pmEodv5fRvU/s320/039.jpg" border="0" /></a> Everyone knows I married Jorge for his good looks. Yes, I'm that shallow. Everything else has just been a HUGE bonus! Not only is he the best husband and father, but he's also a hard worker and did not complain one bit that I have spent literally ALL day blogging (in my pajamas). Seriously. I have a new layout (that because of my computer illiteracy, took me HOURS), 5 million new posts, and he has ran in all day to keep my fire going (the REAL one, keep your mind out of the gutter). I love him. He really is my best friend. Valentine's Day is coming up...you think I could pass up being mushy?! no way.<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-55640604541791995132009-02-02T17:47:00.003-07:002009-02-02T18:15:08.385-07:00brotherly love...of sugar.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7USHVEgczZfboLtJMB2PK-saMuQj9EMMvi231PrMEdC7KiU-Fuo47E4_RtX74ej9FtPI464y72dTCTEJXQXlzclwrXu1if3aWdByLJQ0AZ29MfB-9fq2gFAGyChCI2ao94lItoYBVT68/s1600-h/DSCN0818.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298368245448146802" 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/AVvXsEj7USHVEgczZfboLtJMB2PK-saMuQj9EMMvi231PrMEdC7KiU-Fuo47E4_RtX74ej9FtPI464y72dTCTEJXQXlzclwrXu1if3aWdByLJQ0AZ29MfB-9fq2gFAGyChCI2ao94lItoYBVT68/s400/DSCN0818.JPG" border="0" /></a>This picture is on my desktop at work. It's one of my favorites, mainly because it captures <em>them, </em>not posing or acting silly, just doing something they love....eating....sugar. Where'd they get <em>THAT</em> from?! <br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-67594457499987168892009-02-02T16:45:00.002-07:002009-02-02T17:12:01.668-07:00a sad day...This weekend marked the end of the Christmas season for us. We had so much fun with everyone. It was all so bittersweet, happy that we were able to spend time together for the holidays, and sad the time had to end. Saturday morning I took our tree down and stored all the decorations. We were gone most of the time on vacation, and were blessed to get an extended vacation with more days with my mom, seeing family again for my dad's wedding, and starting school later. So we've kept the tree up as long as possible. I've absolutely loved it. The boys still wanted to make Christmas cookies or Christmas cinnamon rolls (a new invention, just the cinnamon rolls with red and green sprinkles!) and it was still working for me to say that Santa Clause wouldn't bring presents if they were naughty. But it is now February, and I realize I was probably that last person on the planet to take my tree down but I have to admit that I absolutely loved it. I loved the coziness every night when it was cold and we were cuddled up to watch a movie (or American Idol!). Most of all, I loved what Christmas felt like for me. It was a giant hope for peace. And while that may not happen, we can still hope and pray. I love my family more than anything, and never imagined I'd one day be fasting for protection from the unmentionable. President Utchdorf gave a wonderful talk on hope in October. In it he mentions, "The Lord has given us a reassuring message of hope: “Fear not, little flock.” God will wait with “open arms to receive”those who give away their sins and continue in faith, hope, and charity.<br />And to all who suffer—to all who feel discouraged, worried, or lonely—I say with love and deep concern for you, never give in. Never surrender. Never allow despair to overcome your spirit." So I'm praying the feeling of Christmas hope will continue...even though the tree is down.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-203855736746700552009-02-02T14:49:00.001-07:002009-02-02T14:52:27.648-07:00Christmas Collage<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYDSjJLtUwe8IZT_lEdq4zbALFOzjUfekg7fByuhXNDWYBo6eDGkSf_tyjttsuOBdrkK8z4A6WvM66TyNDcydSiId3B9ctxOAe1F0VhgYR3Y1Bu9cIK52B7EhbPqUkwWArN1a9Q_upg0/s1600-h/011.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYDSjJLtUwe8IZT_lEdq4zbALFOzjUfekg7fByuhXNDWYBo6eDGkSf_tyjttsuOBdrkK8z4A6WvM66TyNDcydSiId3B9ctxOAe1F0VhgYR3Y1Bu9cIK52B7EhbPqUkwWArN1a9Q_upg0/s400/011.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-20381425820158097052009-02-02T14:02:00.001-07:002009-02-02T14:09:39.473-07:00Christmas Catch up<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkLqV7Z1xgblEjpZnMtRnM2y8Rnyw_-xptysCut-r7oHhV1j0-_6CbyS2WUxNyItp0CYklswQTZsniqtNf7iKsCRun19sfMLEyfSr7ODLsT4uLdh53GVem76oo3c5PEAgY4T8bRByFEQ/s1600-h/DSCN0913.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkLqV7Z1xgblEjpZnMtRnM2y8Rnyw_-xptysCut-r7oHhV1j0-_6CbyS2WUxNyItp0CYklswQTZsniqtNf7iKsCRun19sfMLEyfSr7ODLsT4uLdh53GVem76oo3c5PEAgY4T8bRByFEQ/s400/DSCN0913.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>We got together with some friends to have the kids make gingerbread houses, and they loved it. Jace is showing his favorite part- eating the candy!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptv_7MQwvhna4aHzoPlQ2SEeQ614tG5qkXiYMjGKIEN2B1E3JI8zWdauVyxV0u6Gvqe1fH6tthkgnmL9yw1PunQwRWIp2sRd-mDcR5__X-4diGOAM6HMsHmy_XKnT0bIpcNiRQ2UawG0/s1600-h/DSCN0914.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptv_7MQwvhna4aHzoPlQ2SEeQ614tG5qkXiYMjGKIEN2B1E3JI8zWdauVyxV0u6Gvqe1fH6tthkgnmL9yw1PunQwRWIp2sRd-mDcR5__X-4diGOAM6HMsHmy_XKnT0bIpcNiRQ2UawG0/s400/DSCN0914.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Nice work, right?!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbH_gGXySo-WMUcjbeNa4KlUyfI2Wtp8NdD47a6XHfmKRv1HdItgZG1M-fmowbZn9AQK_Owz43lCppXup0ZSJLvyT_WsEPM2vqpZlRcwwVBr4MDJyrLwlbb1426_ENeP_WC0tBjYovEs/s1600-h/DSCN0919.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbH_gGXySo-WMUcjbeNa4KlUyfI2Wtp8NdD47a6XHfmKRv1HdItgZG1M-fmowbZn9AQK_Owz43lCppXup0ZSJLvyT_WsEPM2vqpZlRcwwVBr4MDJyrLwlbb1426_ENeP_WC0tBjYovEs/s400/DSCN0919.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Jace...where's the candy now????<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2HCa34IAfBW54CkfxTd6xAbbpTYIGpk48AJyOMBWYEhyphenhyphenyYGVW_LbP3dBgDcgFQH-FNzKs-OrMN_619_gM3lpKJXShHXj0D9bsWE_TfqDBxWn60NGenY6m5rVFxNKOXF2llno6BLwrxj0/s1600-h/DSCN0925.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2HCa34IAfBW54CkfxTd6xAbbpTYIGpk48AJyOMBWYEhyphenhyphenyYGVW_LbP3dBgDcgFQH-FNzKs-OrMN_619_gM3lpKJXShHXj0D9bsWE_TfqDBxWn60NGenY6m5rVFxNKOXF2llno6BLwrxj0/s400/DSCN0925.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a>So Proud. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-18089863890124065702009-02-01T22:41:00.001-07:002009-02-01T22:41:21.381-07:00<div><embed src="http://widget-98.slide.com/widgets/themepic.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=576460752342703000&site=widget-98.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752342703000&map=A" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-98.slide.com/z1/576460752342703000/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752342703000&map=B" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-98.slide.com/z2/576460752342703000/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide4.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752342703000&map=G" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-98.slide.com/z4/576460752342703000/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-74443643931103603082008-12-07T19:57:00.003-07:002008-12-07T20:56:34.795-07:00my not-a-baby-anymore babyJace is my baby. He is so different from Reuben. Not only did I get my brown-eyed baby, but he's also a mama's boy (still) and not as talkative (yes, still). He gets so shy around strangers, hides his face, and runs away. I remember one day when Reuben was a baby, we were at a restaurant here in town and the waitress wanted to take Reuben to show his blue eyes to the chef. We let her, and he gladly went. Now-a-days I would not only NEVER let this happen, but neither would Jace. He would cling for dear life, and I love it. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQkcP70RkbmtqPuPZX1SqNWKfNpeS6S0zaVzE_djGsqdGdBhLN2XJi8xCvPG1vqaGfu_iz0K8hNCVo2-Xzw5GVhgNFKlG218G4XOaahLZuVkHNC3vI_AaF-t2L69oSz55GlKVExS9jf8/s1600-h/DSCN0693.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277251619038393762" 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/AVvXsEhAQkcP70RkbmtqPuPZX1SqNWKfNpeS6S0zaVzE_djGsqdGdBhLN2XJi8xCvPG1vqaGfu_iz0K8hNCVo2-Xzw5GVhgNFKlG218G4XOaahLZuVkHNC3vI_AaF-t2L69oSz55GlKVExS9jf8/s320/DSCN0693.JPG" border="0" /></a> We took a picture of Reuben in this outfit and Jorge's hat when he was the same age. It's the one on the left side of the blog. What do you think? Complete opposites? <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52HhVlmpemcjph_AevNrqdbPH1iy80KEf3gruhFDjjKyAMJV8Do9yuPPMHC1zQYlxV65gygbVU-l6zP8QWD4CDXr93ZYt70ncu1E0AI8NW4rU0HtR294VTC2WiOJOiNy9NwvcmE9V5uQ/s1600-h/DSCN0711.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277251611487533634" 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/AVvXsEj52HhVlmpemcjph_AevNrqdbPH1iy80KEf3gruhFDjjKyAMJV8Do9yuPPMHC1zQYlxV65gygbVU-l6zP8QWD4CDXr93ZYt70ncu1E0AI8NW4rU0HtR294VTC2WiOJOiNy9NwvcmE9V5uQ/s320/DSCN0711.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jace has been curiously exploring how underwear works. He's decided to make a fashion statement, in his support of Reuben's potty training.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBK0b4UYceUswPY9SYcKoVdVZBHXoW7pCsEmnjqtahVJVnyF3FCC88Cy0oj8U_5AY9K9uoFT2qj84CN_H3BqMajuUyjaijwvGGajx6uquR3Pp_qY6ssETFEIS7ychwoWFhrpnqDJ2l7IA/s1600-h/DSCN0710.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277251604744470482" 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/AVvXsEhBK0b4UYceUswPY9SYcKoVdVZBHXoW7pCsEmnjqtahVJVnyF3FCC88Cy0oj8U_5AY9K9uoFT2qj84CN_H3BqMajuUyjaijwvGGajx6uquR3Pp_qY6ssETFEIS7ychwoWFhrpnqDJ2l7IA/s320/DSCN0710.JPG" border="0" /></a> I was undressing Jace to get him in the bathtub, when he escaped. This is where I found him. He wants to be everything Reuben is and do everything he does. That can be good and bad! He sometimes does not realize he's 2 years younger and I'm sure he'll be giving me a heart attack soon. Brave boy. His devilishly handsome smile says it all. I told Allison tonight that I've been blog-neglecting Jace. I've had a lot to say about Reuben with his potty training and you know, talking! But I love Jace too and wouldn't change him for the world. Just thought you should know! have a great week!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-11618754915528403602008-12-07T19:42:00.003-07:002008-12-07T19:56:52.793-07:00Thanksgiving. 08<div><embed src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=576460752341272619&site=widget-2b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752341272619&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/p1/576460752341272619/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752341272619&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/p2/576460752341272619/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752341272619&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/p4/576460752341272619/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-14184559843291359022008-12-07T19:09:00.004-07:002008-12-07T19:48:52.979-07:00It's the most wonderful time of the year...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotzdKDEJP6EXPbukIJgguVoAEWM3-P8vCkkNOT-kBwUJTYM7p57IBOp1stGSNORnZzL2snoJ6VrzMt0F-5Uia5FFH4w8VElw5kk_J7AcK8bXU3H1dyMbS-_r8p9zzoAVJNCAZPHW0Qbo/s1600-h/DSCN0839.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277237370784747122" 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/AVvXsEiotzdKDEJP6EXPbukIJgguVoAEWM3-P8vCkkNOT-kBwUJTYM7p57IBOp1stGSNORnZzL2snoJ6VrzMt0F-5Uia5FFH4w8VElw5kk_J7AcK8bXU3H1dyMbS-_r8p9zzoAVJNCAZPHW0Qbo/s320/DSCN0839.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love Christmas! I love shopping for everyone, making hot chocolate (almost daily), Christmas music, cookies, decor, etc...and I especially loved Christmas tonight. I had made pumpkin bread after church and of course hot chocolate (secret mexicany ingredient: cinnamon)! to go with it while we watched the 1st Presidency's Christmas message. Reuben has learned that Christmas is "Jesus's birthday party" and he paid so much attention to the program. Here are his comments. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have:<br /><br />"He said OATMEAL!" (in reference to Pres. Uchtdorf)<br /><br />"Mommy, HE said Jesus Christ." (Pres. Eyring)<br /><br />"Bishop, mommy, bishop!" (again, Pres. Eyring)<br /><br />He didn't comment during President Monson's talk, but listened so carefully and pronounced his little sincere "Amen" at the end. How my little 3 year old's attention span lasted so long was beyond me, but I'm glad it did. It was so heart warming to sit with my little family and listen to loving reminders about the Christmas season and celebration of our Savior's birth.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-91133100021877700272008-11-20T10:32:00.006-07:002008-11-20T11:34:25.777-07:00my first.Reuben is my firstborn. The first to make me a mother. Well, this weekend I had another first. The first time I've experienced potty-training. It was great. Reuben is great. I have learned so much from having him, and he is amazing. It brings tears to my eyes every time I think about how we almost lost him. Most 27 weekers don't make it, or do, but with a lot of challenges. He is so smart, good looking, and creative (all 3 of which I'm sure he got from his Daddy!) We had a 3 day weekend, thanks to some unknown-to-me Mexican holiday, so I decided to POTTY TRAIN REUBEN! I know, I know...if you're doing the math, I'll help you out. He's almost 3 1/2. But I didn't want this to be frustrating for either of us, especially since my time with him now is limited. Here's how it went:<br /><div align="center">Putting on his first sticker! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqb_hqDeTZDSXzM6wjWhiCe7p_tMVqAWHTcHcljxoT8rU0tmA_z41ARSwMbNS3clPubelnuZkIzHUGdLu0h_MVFHSrW2UG8ilz-oOFwlBTe5NZ26QYuWY3JS8ahGEiEp0m9haETgYjMaU/s1600-h/DSCN0660.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797924486766450" 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/AVvXsEjqb_hqDeTZDSXzM6wjWhiCe7p_tMVqAWHTcHcljxoT8rU0tmA_z41ARSwMbNS3clPubelnuZkIzHUGdLu0h_MVFHSrW2UG8ilz-oOFwlBTe5NZ26QYuWY3JS8ahGEiEp0m9haETgYjMaU/s320/DSCN0660.JPG" border="0" /></a>He was so proud of his big boy underwear, but a little embarrassed to have me take a picture! He kept telling me that he wears underwear and Jace uses diapers. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-3NuISNScSyDyi50sfYb4eQqO90FP8IyWKntcTN_T8VRZqLQuumM26dInOyHiWgFQEIITeGW3dhbmJoUdkh6ld5283gz-Dpa4a90-hCdE3nM8uR0VfIe57scAJTEce_kP0m0JN_ejDs/s1600-h/DSCN0654.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795911885081090" 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/AVvXsEj1-3NuISNScSyDyi50sfYb4eQqO90FP8IyWKntcTN_T8VRZqLQuumM26dInOyHiWgFQEIITeGW3dhbmJoUdkh6ld5283gz-Dpa4a90-hCdE3nM8uR0VfIe57scAJTEce_kP0m0JN_ejDs/s320/DSCN0654.JPG" border="0" /></a>We started bright and early Saturday morning (5:30 to be exact). He tried for a while, while watching cartoons.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBxma1HVcRaWXyRG3v8MXu7YAjvNiIRkmSy8A3X-k0heBjmQ9NxROKplvijF5-BdXhyprG5elor9oi0Ni3TLo3iiaNaHuYiyr3Hy6jpurPBJPNuX6uE4R4I7WCFbIfBco_5l9yHG6d9Y/s1600-h/DSCN0658.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795923695850594" 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/AVvXsEgFBxma1HVcRaWXyRG3v8MXu7YAjvNiIRkmSy8A3X-k0heBjmQ9NxROKplvijF5-BdXhyprG5elor9oi0Ni3TLo3iiaNaHuYiyr3Hy6jpurPBJPNuX6uE4R4I7WCFbIfBco_5l9yHG6d9Y/s320/DSCN0658.JPG" border="0" /></a>...even had to have a snack...<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797921890174130" 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/AVvXsEjMBlrg9nKF63oABS_Dre8mH7fTJUomsQtkBlMswjHx5cNhx9_4bogEEa7LnPRI5VNJFDHly3h6BLe0vBInzKlGai_qoXlXoDy5260eTcUGbH0X-MUFo1l38cMzZgTfySsfrYLtvRFJb1Y/s320/DSCN0659.JPG" border="0" />We read his "Potty Train" book...a few times...<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJyZk18IbniTiIMkI8bh28zNEy4GE-MRO78mmWVTPbGYEncQvEM7dMjA3SFUjVOZs9_J4-gCJCDV-xG5UAb-Eu0tgErHNf3HjgnXHd-nHP_W_Rz6bQ7PF2q9XRPZSxxCCTgva4VzqtGI/s1600-h/DSCN0657.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795917579557970" 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/AVvXsEjkJyZk18IbniTiIMkI8bh28zNEy4GE-MRO78mmWVTPbGYEncQvEM7dMjA3SFUjVOZs9_J4-gCJCDV-xG5UAb-Eu0tgErHNf3HjgnXHd-nHP_W_Rz6bQ7PF2q9XRPZSxxCCTgva4VzqtGI/s320/DSCN0657.JPG" border="0" /></a> And at the end of the 3 days, HE'S POTTY TRAINED! He's so proud, and so are we! Yes, the first day had it's share of accidents. Jorge told him that after he's potty-trained, he'd take him to the ranch to ride horses all day. After that, the stickers kept piling on! (Jorge, when we potty train Jace, please make that promise on the first day!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_AdvAEsFD9E7ywWfj6hI23weJQPAsrhep6FtQiqiLGBKzmV-6QDTQpD9SCkyq8SqlSjwrYROCueURlPcMEUNAG-Lp-K6rAm-UE1_snBulMFC5U1-MOzzTIXlCH3uKqPLkgPzxWLh56U/s1600-h/DSCN0677.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797928032493570" 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/AVvXsEh5_AdvAEsFD9E7ywWfj6hI23weJQPAsrhep6FtQiqiLGBKzmV-6QDTQpD9SCkyq8SqlSjwrYROCueURlPcMEUNAG-Lp-K6rAm-UE1_snBulMFC5U1-MOzzTIXlCH3uKqPLkgPzxWLh56U/s320/DSCN0677.JPG" border="0" /></a> For every successful "go" (how do you say that?!) he would get a sticker and an M&M. Jace stood watch, and when he saw the results, he'd run and ask for an "em!" also. Look at all those stickers! Man, he can pee! On a funny note, he would get so distracted and say, "mommy, it's LONG!" Yes Reuben, please go. Silly boy. Successful weekend! YEAH!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-32168677688228085702008-11-04T15:31:00.003-07:002008-11-04T15:54:26.826-07:00the rest of the sick dayThis was the afternoon of our "sick day".... usually I don't cook lunch so we weren't stocked for today (atleast with anything that sounded yummy), so we ordered PIZZA! Reuben was pretty amazed that our pizza came on a "moto".<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZtUc3Zx1FnAv4xyOh0FzQrBQ1ipOW3oOL1qhHnrGDUq055_6zUz8CGfPz0kX7MW5lwaoJZw74DBjz8pbeC7X7viLl0W_IbDhx13NOlIPIiR5FjRMUJMmPbfnLIsJI-GyrZM8HVj-fG4A/s1600-h/DSCN0587.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264936971715453314" 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/AVvXsEiZtUc3Zx1FnAv4xyOh0FzQrBQ1ipOW3oOL1qhHnrGDUq055_6zUz8CGfPz0kX7MW5lwaoJZw74DBjz8pbeC7X7viLl0W_IbDhx13NOlIPIiR5FjRMUJMmPbfnLIsJI-GyrZM8HVj-fG4A/s320/DSCN0587.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jorge was cleaning out his closet and found this. We do not put bumper stickers on our vehicles. I think it's somewhat rednecky, if that's a word. But Reuben was happy with his. I'm going to ignore what implications that may have....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg69qViaeeL9N2RkpJmi3tNoJiI2M9W752nyJi05mqpmVyPoPDQHpDfmwQk4SIMQmnR5479GYPekTd-aGYl7MUEYkX0U8TZ0NXl1OPWI2kJZnii3S1C2vjCEThDTaLRc7I9AWigd7bZHeY/s1600-h/DSCN0585.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264936963869478786" 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/AVvXsEg69qViaeeL9N2RkpJmi3tNoJiI2M9W752nyJi05mqpmVyPoPDQHpDfmwQk4SIMQmnR5479GYPekTd-aGYl7MUEYkX0U8TZ0NXl1OPWI2kJZnii3S1C2vjCEThDTaLRc7I9AWigd7bZHeY/s320/DSCN0585.JPG" border="0" /></a> I put Reuben down for a nap and FOUND THIS. My fault. I left a pile of folded laundry in the basket in their room. So after he tried getting up a zillion times, I took him back to the disaster area and calmly explained that if he didn't take a nap he'd need a time out. He just looked up at me and said, "I'm poopy mommy." Augh.....so THAT'S why....*beware: diaper changing lingo....I changed his diaper and said, "Reuben, you did have a little turd." To which he replied, "It's a TURTLE!" hahahaha...... Have a happy Tuesday!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTBZvxDmxuOzPUEajNxrSUVpUyyBwitzmrlVD03SihuAMx7DwvZXCBjskW1xZ0wy5siIA3Xf_KsFPoTq1Ci2ScEs-eKnhuggBomR7EitAOI1MCqmkdG9IchLNNfqm96WB7mY8zfax3fzw/s1600-h/DSCN0589.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264936959903444210" 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/AVvXsEgTBZvxDmxuOzPUEajNxrSUVpUyyBwitzmrlVD03SihuAMx7DwvZXCBjskW1xZ0wy5siIA3Xf_KsFPoTq1Ci2ScEs-eKnhuggBomR7EitAOI1MCqmkdG9IchLNNfqm96WB7mY8zfax3fzw/s320/DSCN0589.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-25845922906592007772008-11-04T09:52:00.006-07:002008-11-04T10:57:29.505-07:00Jace's Sick DayJace threw up every 20 minutes for 4 hours. It was aweful, but more-so because he is my son who can EAT. The poor kid was starving. I thought he could try a piece of toast....no. Big mistake (on him, me and the floor). So after I arranged to not go to work, etc...he ran and stole Reuben's pb&j sandwich and scarfed it down faster than you can imagine. <em>And </em>surprisingly, he held it down. So after that and teaspoon by teaspoon of Pedialyte, he's fine. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfatnBHO2NYE-KcKgSpAUIPGDuMEs11X-QhUoqBdpTvwnZxxbTn_q27qSZxCsW_AmgGjUXdTCLE5gRtLVfLG6ZVaffi5cxHrlWMjtCRdVOT75nVV_bDFKZ87OkFhQDrqIfiByq7Oasmo/s1600-h/DSCN0571.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264859494629539202" 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/AVvXsEjNfatnBHO2NYE-KcKgSpAUIPGDuMEs11X-QhUoqBdpTvwnZxxbTn_q27qSZxCsW_AmgGjUXdTCLE5gRtLVfLG6ZVaffi5cxHrlWMjtCRdVOT75nVV_bDFKZ87OkFhQDrqIfiByq7Oasmo/s400/DSCN0571.JPG" border="0" /></a> The boys had baths and fell asleep watching a rodeo. They were happy.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIZecYkUpphr_bH_6INIQ2E0z2Jwk8RdFTaD057YwNiGDoaeA7vh4vPI-kHHZJFe2bomPIDImk_XITRTYBRQJvgvAQbrSWDlR7BO2m-JV9EFiy6oujuJVHZSe4rPaVSZwYsZSO6vSc-8/s1600-h/DSCN0573.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264857226300743314" 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/AVvXsEgbIZecYkUpphr_bH_6INIQ2E0z2Jwk8RdFTaD057YwNiGDoaeA7vh4vPI-kHHZJFe2bomPIDImk_XITRTYBRQJvgvAQbrSWDlR7BO2m-JV9EFiy6oujuJVHZSe4rPaVSZwYsZSO6vSc-8/s400/DSCN0573.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is Jace's new smile in response to "say cheese"...isn't it the cutest thing EVER?! Does he even look sick?! NO!!!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjquAbQx6tgefq1pwar45w2ohUKYwGfPOjq7PC3Yz9vD7Hk6qwdX60YcmW1RVvC_uCBDyXpomL3PkI5IOkJ7RHO-eJwtzzuKC0mjucLkKo7u5qbfNfe9nflQBGSQPGOnsuKIkytAFsfg9E/s1600-h/DSCN0579.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264854111512209202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjquAbQx6tgefq1pwar45w2ohUKYwGfPOjq7PC3Yz9vD7Hk6qwdX60YcmW1RVvC_uCBDyXpomL3PkI5IOkJ7RHO-eJwtzzuKC0mjucLkKo7u5qbfNfe9nflQBGSQPGOnsuKIkytAFsfg9E/s400/DSCN0579.JPG" border="0" /></a> Reuben wasn't very happy when he started roping him, so he resorted to roping himself...yes, my sick boy....I think he was totally faking it...just wanting another day with mommy. The weekend was too short! Although I asked Reuben what he wanted to do today..."go to Grandma's!" <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXwvltKz43lxMBdxxi65-6eW4j3hzzMbam0Sl3fW3d96OxGlY2Q7wXacUllJKpvLk-Cv6FoF2CYkcYECQStmVfOI6Ug6O-BF3WCspK4rbSgTbBDwacWVJDX34YL0chRjz9r8x6nNeuhwY/s1600-h/DSCN0584.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264851948579493922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXwvltKz43lxMBdxxi65-6eW4j3hzzMbam0Sl3fW3d96OxGlY2Q7wXacUllJKpvLk-Cv6FoF2CYkcYECQStmVfOI6Ug6O-BF3WCspK4rbSgTbBDwacWVJDX34YL0chRjz9r8x6nNeuhwY/s400/DSCN0584.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jace is growing up so fast. He's still my baby, but he's so independent. So although I was imagining worse case scenarios yesterday (I seriously thought he ate plastic off of a Halloween candy and it blocked his plumbing...etc.) He's absolutely wonderful and feeling fine. He even ate one of Grandma's cinnamon rolls with chocolate chips. My sick baby. I love him!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-39192807992720809972008-11-01T12:11:00.002-07:002008-11-01T13:06:30.376-07:00Happy Halloween!<embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-57.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=576460752339838295&site=widget-57.slide.com"></embed><br />My friend Cambria is amazing. Anyone who knows her, knows it. She totally went all out for Halloween, and thankfully asked us to join in the fun! We ate dinner in a pumpkin, carved pumpkins, ate DELICIOUS pumpkin pie, and even went to our ward Halloween party. Reuben was a lion, but refused to let me draw a lion nose and whiskers. He said make-up is for girls.....I even told him I bought a special pencil that's for boys...nope. He didn't buy it. Reuben won a plate of cupcakes on the cake walk, and loved that his had a plastic spider on it. For some reason, that was the funniest thing ever! Hope you all had a fun, safe weekend! <br /><br /><br /><div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752339838295&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p1/576460752339838295/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752339838295&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p2/576460752339838295/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752339838295&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p4/576460752339838295/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-85659224610611418382008-10-26T19:33:00.002-07:002008-10-26T19:53:56.787-07:00OuR WeEkeNd!~Today we went to church, came home, and ate lunch. While I was cleaning up, Jorge was in the playroom building a house of legos with Reuben. Jace decided he wanted to drive....and he was going and going and going....until all of a sudden it was silent. I couldn't hear the wheels anymore, so I went looking....this is what I found: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYJkDZQsKy9H18kGUPpWGco5wrnM1tYT92jmZ5BbKVdDd1lWINvjhGIQxLHhvyhZQfGzXyrfazvWXtlD32F1l5phbL2ch4WnITJPyhl2cg9eZFWkM1ztEy2Ejs4wZS_zGJ7xU-0w8UhI/s1600-h/DSCN0489.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658459399243282" 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/AVvXsEjoYJkDZQsKy9H18kGUPpWGco5wrnM1tYT92jmZ5BbKVdDd1lWINvjhGIQxLHhvyhZQfGzXyrfazvWXtlD32F1l5phbL2ch4WnITJPyhl2cg9eZFWkM1ztEy2Ejs4wZS_zGJ7xU-0w8UhI/s400/DSCN0489.JPG" border="0" /></a>Sound asleep. He didn't even wake up as I twisted his body out of the car. Jorge had been gone for a few days, and we hadn't been home- so we thought we'd skip any chores or errands that needed done and just spend time with each other. AND of course, that means movies and popcorn! Luckily I got a shot of the boys before the popcorn turned over. I loved how they were just hanging out together, not annoyed that the other might be in the other's personal comfort space....just watchin' a movie and eating popcorn. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1DdRROTbOMu_OxaSplORJ53j6v7svwLCphU5PesrI1ZDWciqN8BelwzEfaIgEajH1PniQyGE667-rliECUWgQayiTOpAMFRYY7G5xuOKAI-KOqfX3zZD22NYbUzE4iwSb37ukISr1Mk/s1600-h/DSCN0486.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658449703447394" 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/AVvXsEhY1DdRROTbOMu_OxaSplORJ53j6v7svwLCphU5PesrI1ZDWciqN8BelwzEfaIgEajH1PniQyGE667-rliECUWgQayiTOpAMFRYY7G5xuOKAI-KOqfX3zZD22NYbUzE4iwSb37ukISr1Mk/s400/DSCN0486.JPG" border="0" /></a> So we had a fun, somewhat lazy weekend. I asked Reuben what kind of cookies he wanted to make this weekend. (thinking he'd probably want cowboy cookies) His answer was: CHOCOLATE and KETCHUP! So I told him I would make him chocolate and ketchup cookies...I made brownies and <em>accidently</em> forgot to put the ketchup in! Hope you all had a good weekend!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-78051611940412346362008-10-25T17:12:00.003-06:002008-10-25T18:58:13.327-06:00Happy "Hawolleen" party! thanks mercedes!!!<div><embed src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=576460752339444238&site=widget-0e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752339444238&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/p1/576460752339444238/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752339444238&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/p2/576460752339444238/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=576460752339444238&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/p4/576460752339444238/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-40616059824742081042008-10-18T18:10:00.002-06:002008-10-18T18:20:13.366-06:00saturday night fun<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8PLV6ydjNeuLPr-Q-DHwNYxgB_3-lNYP8isx8RZA597ISrSx119ukTgvMedbQoV7Xw5sykAfr5fnLtTodwr6NQ2KeClz48id00Wu0PwW9HxIMypRq3VxvMTserOch_GIoEMRyXsVqIhc/s1600-h/turtle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258650895154304706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8PLV6ydjNeuLPr-Q-DHwNYxgB_3-lNYP8isx8RZA597ISrSx119ukTgvMedbQoV7Xw5sykAfr5fnLtTodwr6NQ2KeClz48id00Wu0PwW9HxIMypRq3VxvMTserOch_GIoEMRyXsVqIhc/s400/turtle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Tonight after I gave the boys a bath, Jorge asked for us to come outside for a minute. I was so confused as to why (especially since it meant a 99.9% chance of getting dirty again and needing to bathe in the morning before church)....until I saw it. the turtle. This was no ordinary turtle. It was not shy, did not hide from us, and walked very fast (ok- it ran). So what did my boys do??? THEY ROPED IT. poor turtle. I'd run too! But they had a blast! maybe jorge should start a new sport. I'd worry less if my boys were roping turtles instead of big steers!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-44836551557379389562008-09-28T16:24:00.005-06:002008-09-28T20:34:56.553-06:00I've been tagged...by marci.Sorry....I guess I was tagged a long time ago, and I remembered seeing it but didn't have time. So here it is!:<br /><br /><a href="http://emmendoza.blogspot.com/2008/08/joys-fears-and-obssessions.html"><span style="color:#000000;">Joys, Fears, and Obssessions</span></a><br />These are the rules: list 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 current obsessions/collections, 3 surprising facts and then tag 5 other people. Leave a comment for the people you tag so they know they have been tagged.<br />Joys.<br />1. Holding my sleeping babies.<br />2. Dancing with Jorge.<br />3. Listening to rain on a tin roof.<br />Fears.<br />1. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time.<br />2. Being with the wrong person at the wrong time.<br />3. Having anything happen to any one of my 3 boys.<br />Current obsessions/collections<br />1. Actually, I'm currently obsessed with de-junking. so...anti-collecting?!<br />2. I'm trying to convince Santa Claus to bring the boys a dog.<br />3. Organic chicken eggs and goatmilk. NO, I'm not necessarily obsessed and it's not a "collection" but I believe it's healthier- and hey- I Do have to balance out the weekend cookies!<br />Surprising facts<br />1. I have one square lamp in my house and I'm trying to have it be diagonal on the entertainment center and it<em> really</em> bothers me.<br />2. I have a strict shower routine, but a few weeks ago I was pretty tired and put SHAMPOO on my face. kinda disappointed in myself. I've had the same routine since high school....<br />3. To some this may not be surprising...but TODAY I wore brown and black to church. Yes, I did. <em>AND</em> I looked good. (maybe that's the surprising part! haha)<br /><br />I tag....Becky, Vanessa, Amy, Lauren, and ?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-40961269124123299072008-09-28T15:43:00.004-06:002008-09-28T20:36:13.261-06:00toenails and bloggingThere are two things I haven't been able to do since August 4th. 1. is polishing my toenails and the second is blogging. For those of you who aren't in the know...just kidding...I started working again. Here: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPASeMXpTv_N4baYGfyrFPSBBG0Zs7E2WcTKT9fnowQO86nyhKSOUrte4eeayeEe43IKGTvxSbJrlYFlgp1jaUS5KoSyEWCK1TCMvkmKapi-uSMuFfLhV38mGKcC5IoW2pmZACadNkLhc/s1600-h/school.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251192644875158898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPASeMXpTv_N4baYGfyrFPSBBG0Zs7E2WcTKT9fnowQO86nyhKSOUrte4eeayeEe43IKGTvxSbJrlYFlgp1jaUS5KoSyEWCK1TCMvkmKapi-uSMuFfLhV38mGKcC5IoW2pmZACadNkLhc/s400/school.jpg" border="0" /></a>Actually, this is a picture of the school. This <em>fabulously</em> designed blog (<a href="http://jsateam7.blogspot.com/">http://jsateam7.blogspot.com/</a>) was done by my oh so talented sister, Becky. (Thank you!) So, when I have spare time, it is all devoted to my family. I've learned that I used to take our time together for granted. Now, we literally cherish every single moment. At this very moment, I am blowing bubbles for them to chase while I do this.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsee9hoHyYEwqec-zLH_DS32N8Ftz_xByd1xZykoczFgFw9mbyzUSLfDBraLCqOlLa3ogqEEJp7-ADUSL53cL9HZ77wxZ3RtiXZ6mtVqDZCSye9SGgiu_HjmFC2CPYJRmAiHSxouqTVlE/s1600-h/DSCN0340.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251192649191739554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsee9hoHyYEwqec-zLH_DS32N8Ftz_xByd1xZykoczFgFw9mbyzUSLfDBraLCqOlLa3ogqEEJp7-ADUSL53cL9HZ77wxZ3RtiXZ6mtVqDZCSye9SGgiu_HjmFC2CPYJRmAiHSxouqTVlE/s400/DSCN0340.JPG" border="0" /></a> I've also started a ritual that the boys, Jorge included, do not complain about. Weekend ritual cookies. We make cookies every weekend. And, sadly, usually eat them all before Monday rolls around. My mother-in-law keeps the boys, which is extremely convenient because I then get to see the boys at lunch and eat her oh-so yummy cooking. She's great with the boys and they usually don't want to come home! I was sick <em>all</em> last week (thought the stomach flu was only suppose to last 24 hrs?!) and attempted to go to work one day....but ended up turning around after 2 minutes of driving. Reuben cried. "I want to go to Grandma's house! not my white house!" So sad. Sorry Reuben. Mommy couldn't make it. But I was able to be with my little family ALL WEEK, and even though I felt like death, couldn't cook for them, couldn't change their diapers, and had to leave the room when they ate- inside (in every part of me other than my stomach!) I was happy. They are my life. And I'm so grateful to have them and to have Jorge, who by-the-way did a great job at taking care of me and the boys. EVEN when the only thing that sounded good after 4 days of not eating was SUPER YUMMY SUPER greasy! tacos. He went and got them. I ate....I was sick. Again. Still. Not even one "I told you so" He was great! Thanks!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-74682146364431504542008-09-28T15:32:00.000-06:002008-09-28T15:33:19.811-06:00Cowboy Cookies! Sunday p.m.<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7lrwSUera6sZhyIx5n8Y0MrTgyAI8OQM1r9ZkdGP7vE85s4ypUo8NR1kPtHrRNnHhwHY0OR8c1ELNhHSJj_372mhLs_QYRMNzQVEycDsnVa-2_8-jHyzx3xZUNpx4IAZdHRdOMNgnv0/s1600-h/004.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7lrwSUera6sZhyIx5n8Y0MrTgyAI8OQM1r9ZkdGP7vE85s4ypUo8NR1kPtHrRNnHhwHY0OR8c1ELNhHSJj_372mhLs_QYRMNzQVEycDsnVa-2_8-jHyzx3xZUNpx4IAZdHRdOMNgnv0/s400/004.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-21791074507436094182008-09-27T09:29:00.001-06:002008-09-27T09:33:19.347-06:00we *heart* the ranch<div><embed src="http://widget-d9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=2882303761528493273&site=widget-d9.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2882303761528493273&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-d9.slide.com/p1/2882303761528493273/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2882303761528493273&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-d9.slide.com/p2/2882303761528493273/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2882303761528493273&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-d9.slide.com/p4/2882303761528493273/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-54780766317495685032008-09-26T19:16:00.002-06:002008-09-27T09:43:29.741-06:00SUNDAY fun.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAhna9WdZge4gGAuBqXAW4yKvx_gUj8XRzn7oEKBSfWMeCNuBGtJArk2TmNgLR-fGivSaFUGvjvtraMXOQ83avsiZuFOMkmapdQSLFC1dIt4q56BZ2ZlCto42XY4-Gk4-AccyDx48_U-8/s1600-h/DSCN0251.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250507120800321570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAhna9WdZge4gGAuBqXAW4yKvx_gUj8XRzn7oEKBSfWMeCNuBGtJArk2TmNgLR-fGivSaFUGvjvtraMXOQ83avsiZuFOMkmapdQSLFC1dIt4q56BZ2ZlCto42XY4-Gk4-AccyDx48_U-8/s400/DSCN0251.JPG" border="0" /></a> This past Sunday, all of the future Sunbeams went to Primary for singing time. First of all, I can't believe I have a soon-to-be Sunbeam! and Secondly, I was amazed at how reverent he was! I snuck in the back of the room to snap this shot! I love how his feet don't even touch the floor! (He was very happy to get to sit by his friend, Alan, who is a year older.)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUNY2aD-t93uRv47w52cGgqgnrvs6gD75H5Pqs1NZ1_F13jAipVALxy4B8d9VZHTKCiUiVA9EJrasgyqHBn68Ll9NvED4VAtGCDlnrfH01ISUWYsd0TsJiEOWgjt1hPvLauNC-0hI6Wyo/s1600-h/DSCN0263.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250507125520236354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUNY2aD-t93uRv47w52cGgqgnrvs6gD75H5Pqs1NZ1_F13jAipVALxy4B8d9VZHTKCiUiVA9EJrasgyqHBn68Ll9NvED4VAtGCDlnrfH01ISUWYsd0TsJiEOWgjt1hPvLauNC-0hI6Wyo/s400/DSCN0263.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jace and Reuben are "Colony Boys"- they love getting dirty, chasing chickens, and not using their carseats. KEEP READING. We require carseats, except on the way home from church. We live on the same road. They think this is the best ever! Reuben usually "drives" and this particular Sunday, Jace fell asleep in my arms in the 1 minute it took to get home. He's not a baby anymore, but I love these tender moments.<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-79920774418208382712008-09-07T15:51:00.004-06:002008-09-07T16:19:36.473-06:00Big Brother Reuben!Reuben had never really showed an interest in coloring until spending all summer with Alexia, his super cute older cousin. This is one of his many masterpieces. And although he TRIED to stay in the lines....or on the paper.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMCPgO-bEr4EPKwaSTyT9k7-RxQ-KmamYp4c6XK8nDMus50diR8cbyFo2X4vApThyjbs1abvoTlfXR-KCFZwKN0lBXGVKy7a1RZI7GaNFs6oE2YW9OP0BeMGq6AlMgs2l3pAfkKSecsY/s1600-h/DSCN0150.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243404823866780162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMCPgO-bEr4EPKwaSTyT9k7-RxQ-KmamYp4c6XK8nDMus50diR8cbyFo2X4vApThyjbs1abvoTlfXR-KCFZwKN0lBXGVKy7a1RZI7GaNFs6oE2YW9OP0BeMGq6AlMgs2l3pAfkKSecsY/s320/DSCN0150.JPG" border="0" /></a> it really didn't happen that way. HOWEVER, he was very happy to clean up his mess. I think that might have been the most fun! I asked him if I could help clean it and he said, "No mommy- I do it!" OK!!!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOCEzRhqz9lGcQt6vDZ2mt3uFkZdgPOlj1hvQFekbidDAHdtijJlwac-Lw0-TtOtd47N239Hs_O3HPrGAZIhUsD5lMveaChhd2ueH_zUZxR941rDdZIKA99sXDgOSJNAz7eEpCrv2A9Rs/s1600-h/DSCN0149.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243402917521538738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOCEzRhqz9lGcQt6vDZ2mt3uFkZdgPOlj1hvQFekbidDAHdtijJlwac-Lw0-TtOtd47N239Hs_O3HPrGAZIhUsD5lMveaChhd2ueH_zUZxR941rDdZIKA99sXDgOSJNAz7eEpCrv2A9Rs/s320/DSCN0149.JPG" border="0" /></a> Reuben also loves reading. He makes sure that Jace has a book also. This was in Phoenix, but every night when Jorge and I are reading scriptures- the boys get their "scriptures" and "read" while we do. When they get a little older we'll start with BOM reader, but until then....this is cute, and fun. Reuben also does chores. He asked for them. He puts our scriptures in their little cubby and he gathers their socks when I wash whites and puts them away. He gets so excited and runs around the house while we all give him 5. Love it! and him!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOFw39mvCW07Pq_i9msoaLajHSjCVcHSsvYiD3WZ6jFImaordX-thf6QyaxqNV-auTZjDsOLsGB2pg-7gMTwRUWT55eH4WcOamV8cWUib0EbmDdP2XGkjwHYIvNZ2XZm7PStZs9ATF2hU/s1600-h/DSCN0137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243402926669563762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOFw39mvCW07Pq_i9msoaLajHSjCVcHSsvYiD3WZ6jFImaordX-thf6QyaxqNV-auTZjDsOLsGB2pg-7gMTwRUWT55eH4WcOamV8cWUib0EbmDdP2XGkjwHYIvNZ2XZm7PStZs9ATF2hU/s320/DSCN0137.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7