tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396986224877984072024-02-06T20:31:18.929-08:00Loves of my lifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger288125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-9694511799333443432013-10-20T19:59:00.000-07:002013-10-20T19:59:23.656-07:00Lunar Blackout!A friend of my husband's posted about having a Lunar Blackout the other day as the moon would be at it's brightest point. We decided that would be a great idea to see what we have, how to use it (for those of us that don't know), and to practice what we will be a sure thing to happen in the future.<br />
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This is the way our Blackout started. I was a bit tempted to quit right from the get go after this guy decided to get the flu. But we cleaned up throw up by flashlight.<br />
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In the morning my daughter declared this whole thing lame as the power was not off to the bathroom, stove, microwave. We explained to her that they are all attached to some important unit, ie furnance, fridge, freezer, so we couldn't turn them off. Then I decided it might be lame when I discovered I had no soda in the house but my husband did. Boo. Not fair, we don't drink the same poison. And of course, being true to the moment, he informed me that the roads were closed do to the emergency so we could not go to the store, not that I planned to anyway. The morning started with fresh eggs from our chickens and bacon (as we have to eat what is in the fridge first as it will go bad). We didn't actually turn the power off the fridge, freezer, or furnace but we were trying to live the concept.<br />
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He is very excited and thinks we are having "izza" for every meal. Poor kid. That was NOT on the menu.<br />
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This was the dish washing station. My husband tried to explain to me the set up and I got lost. Can I tell you I think that was the cleanest my dishes have ever been? He had 4 pots that he scrubbed or dunked them in.<br />
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Sharing the leftovers with the dog.<br />
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Then the first crack in the ranks started. My husband had given the kids an "emergency radio" so we could contact each other. Next I hear a broadcast from the emergency broadcast station of WCEB (my husband's initials) stating there was a temporary road opening to Smith & Edwards only. He felt we needed to go on a field trip to grab some necessary emergency supplies. Oh brother. Shhhh, I did grab some soda for me.<br />
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Lunch was MRE's. What can I say....... <br />
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I explained to my husband that I have eaten some gross things in my life but hands down this beat them all! I was able to eat the chicken rice thing but that hot dog? I almost lost the one bite. The cookies were old and rancid. It was HORRIBLE!!!!! And I used to give my daughter (my pickiest eater) a hard time about how she will have to eat what we have during an emergency. After this we decided to get rid of the old MRE's and restock with better food. <br />
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Next we had a fire starting lesson.<br />
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He taught the kids several methods and/or fire starters. It was interesting for me also as I have never seen the cotton ball with Vaseline or the lint in the toilet paper tube (my contribution).<br />
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Then as a "morale booster" we had shooting practice with Appleseed's new gun. He gave them lessons on how to hold it, where the safety is, etc. He is very serious and professional for a 4 year old and it was adorable.<br />
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This one was mad that we kept having him stand behind the shooters.<br />
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Shooting.<br />
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And dinner. This time it was Mountain House (freeze dried food). It was much better than MRE's. I still was not a huge fan but this at least I can eat without crying uncontrollably. he he<br />
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It was a great experience and I am very glad we did it. I loved doing a puzzle with the kids by lantern and head lamps. I loved the togetherness as no one was on the computer, phone, or watching TV. We plan to do more of these in the future for sure. Thanks to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/frugal.farmers" target="_blank">Frugal Farmers</a> for the idea.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-51634535210301278802013-03-22T21:14:00.001-07:002013-03-22T21:14:22.853-07:00Lightbulb<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Recently Butterball was diagnosed with Sensory Integration Disorder. I am so glad that I finally took him to the doctor. I initially took him in for anxiety, which he also has. But the other disorder was like a light bulb. And I am still finding light bulbs with learning about this. It is so amazing and relieving to understand some things. </div>
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Here is an example of some of the things that we have learned. </div>
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When he was little we would have sunglasses on him and also put blankets on the windows of the car. At the dentist he has sometimes had to wear two sunglasses. </div>
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They can be sensitive to lights. </div>
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He has always wore his belts so tight that I was sure it would cut off his circulation or be very uncomfortable. </div>
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Tight clothing is very soothing and relaxing to people with this. He has been sensitive to the length of clothes on his arms, or his waist. Part of that is that he is more comfortable in tighter (smaller) clothes. Now I don't get rid of clothes when they are too small for him, unless they are ridiculously small. And then it is a battle when he realizes it. He has always had a hard time finding "comfortable" socks. Now we know that seamless socks are the best. I now stock up when/if I find something that he will wear. He usually wears his shoes tied so tight it is crazy but for some reason shoes are bothering him lately. There have been days when he can't have his shoes tied all day because it "feels weird".</div>
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Some foods will make them feel like they are gagging, even when it was fine the day before. </div>
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Ohhhhh, that explains the fit he had when he wanted triangles with cheese, which he had the day before, and then refused to eat it as after one bite it "taste weird, I feel like I am going to gag."</div>
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He is very uncomfortable in other places. I have not tied down whether that is the noise level which can bother them, or the lighting, or just plain anxiety.</div>
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I have learned that massages, lavender, bubble baths, chewy foods, and "squishies" all help him. Squishes is me tightly squeezing his upper legs or arms. When I can tell he is getting elevated or bothered or whatever, then I will do squishies which I have noticed can help. </div>
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This has been a learning process that is for sure. So yes, I will leave places when he is uncomfortable, yes I will let him wear his shoes untied, and yes I will be more relaxed about what he wears to certain places, like church. Because if he feels better then he behaves better. And as difficult as this disorder can be, I love this smart, creative, funny, caring, loving, sensitive boy. A boy who wants to build robots and make prosthetic limbs and make flying shoes. This is my sweet Butterball.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-90802716346262882502012-12-17T21:18:00.000-08:002012-12-17T21:18:09.213-08:00Day 12 - make something for someone you don't normally get along withSeriously?!? Holy cow this was hard to even think about. I tend to be a peace maker so I was having trouble thinking of people I don't normally get along with. I tend to have this horrible desire to get along with everyone. :)
But my daughter immediately thought of people. She made little alligator gifts for her brother Butterball and put some candy in it for him.<br />
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This was hard for my kids and I to think of what to do. So as we were driving somewhere we decided to clear snow off people's vehicles. We were not dressed right for this and so we ended up getting done one. UGH!<br />
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But at least we did something. I tried to get them to do more but they were freezing.
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My daughter is digging what she called a potty trail (the snow was yellow) so that she could walk over to do the side of the vehicle. What a nut.
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-88455107683051876402012-12-11T20:36:00.001-08:002012-12-11T20:36:10.437-08:00Day 10 - Get a gift card to a restaurant and tape to drive through windowI cheated! I know, shame on me! I have a friend that I texted telling her she should follow me through the drive through. Turns out she has two kids with a birthday this month and not a lot of cash so I cheated by buying her a gift card to go out to eat with the kids. Darn....I just thought that I should have taped it to her forehead or something. Hmmmmm....maybe next time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-84449361477721966202012-12-11T20:32:00.000-08:002012-12-11T20:32:01.032-08:00Day 9 - send a card to a random person in the phone bookMy daughter picked out our random person and we made a card and then wrote our message. And yes, I am the dork that made the card, wrote my message, realized the card was too big for the envelope, trim the card, add daughter's message, take a picture, and then mail the card. And then when I post the picture I realize the trim had cut off part of my message. I am a dork.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-30364595781335554482012-12-08T17:41:00.000-08:002012-12-08T17:41:04.028-08:00Day 8 - Tape coupons on the items at the grocery storeWhat a blast. I rarely use all my Smith's coupons so I plan to do this more.<br />
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My daughter is finally clicking into how great this is. She said, "It actually feels good to be giving like this." Hey, better late than never.
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I even saw a lady near the meat section buying a ton of meat so I gave her two coupons for her meat that I had.
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I had a great time.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-40801500646383412472012-12-08T17:35:00.001-08:002012-12-08T17:35:47.996-08:00Day 7 - Leave change in a place where kids playThis was fun but a bit awkward as there were kids there already. Appleseed put down one penny and wanted the rest. Then he placed them all one by one around the gum machine.<br />
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The older kids put their money all over. When we got out to the car a lady came out with a child with a hand full of money saying my kids had dropped their money so I explained to her what we were doing.
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-45576951873437616272012-12-06T19:57:00.002-08:002012-12-06T19:57:23.387-08:00Day 6 - Hang post it notes with nice messages on public mirrorsBoy do I need to pull out those papers sometime so I can do the title the correct way.
Sweet Butterbean wrote this one for the boys and hung it on our bathroom mirror.<br />
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I accidentally wrote this one. I had been working on phonics with my son prior to this. I think I got mine a bit mixed up. I was going to hang this one on my own mirror but when it was all said and done I had put it on a public mirror. Oops. I hope someone got a laugh out of that.<br />
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I went to two different stores and used all their bathrooms and slapped mine up.<br />
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Butterball wrote two of them and hung one in each of the boy's bathrooms at school. I was surprised that he got into this.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-1225352705772393712012-12-05T21:55:00.002-08:002012-12-05T21:55:37.354-08:00Day 5 - Buy a gift card and give to someone in need<strike></strike>The kids and I discussed who we thought should get the giftcard and came up with a great choice. So we went to get a giftcard and a little something she needed for her home. Butterbean was the only that would pose for the picture. We are loving this task!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-37873283550048798822012-12-05T20:00:00.000-08:002012-12-05T21:49:18.082-08:00Day 4 - Do some spring cleaning and donate to charityI know I am not typing these titles word for word on my sister's cute papers so I hope she forgives me. I am too lazy to get the paper out to make sure I say it right.
Today was not a hard one. YEAH! I had all my kids donate something. My daughter donated a book and 2 shirts. She tried to donate 2 more books, she is always trying to give the books away, but as they are part of a set I wouldn't let her. Butterball donated his "itchy" shirts meaning all his sweat shirts. He has always hated sweat shirts. And he did try to donate a Nerf gun, Dad told him no. Then a horse toy, little brother threw a fit. So he donated a small pretend walkie talkie. Little brother still threw a fit that he didn't have his own "talkie walkie" but it still went in the bag. And I donated a ton of clothes and some Christmas decorations.<br />
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I hope my kids willingness to get pictures of these get better. I asked Appleseed to get out and let me take a picture of him at the donation center and he said, "Just take our picture from us in here." So I did.
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-42610274438092596972012-12-04T12:28:00.001-08:002012-12-04T12:28:57.117-08:00Day 3 - Hang flyer on a billboard. Today's task drove me crazy because I had so much anxiety over possibly having to speak to someone about hanging up my sign. Thankfully a friend unknowingly helped me out by asking if I would be going to 7-11 anytime soon.<br />
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There was my perfect excuse. So I got her her soda fix and asked the cashier, who I am very familiar with (he he, not because I go there a lot at all) and she said I could hang it up. Whew!!!!
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I asked my son to let me take a picture of him with it but he wouldn't let me. So here is the picture I got of him. Oh, the flyer reads, "Take what you need" The rip off tags on the bottom are "Faith, hope, courage, Love" What a nice reminder.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-7219550319102681152012-12-02T19:10:00.000-08:002012-12-02T19:21:25.484-08:00Things heard in my massage parlor. SCARY!My bones are barely cool. I wuv them.<br />
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OK, I demand absolute silence from now unless it is to say how much you plan to tip me.<br />
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Oh man, you are going to make me choke to death from the laughing, or tooting. Man it stinks over here now.<br />
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Toot! That toot meant no to your question.<br />
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Man your feet are gross. Really dirty and they stink. Good thing it is not my hands touching them....but a spoon.<br />
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That was a scary massage parlor. I was pleased with the 10% discount for saying I worked with old people though.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-42027780240561086122012-12-02T18:55:00.000-08:002012-12-02T18:55:04.487-08:00Day 2 - Give out ValentinesI let all the kids pick a family to give out Valentines too. Appleseed was thinking with his hand rubbing his chin. Then I went to take the picture and he stopped and frowned.<br />
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We made our Valentines. Sorry sister that I didn't use the stuff you gave us. I didn't know we had stuff in our box until I saw one other sisters. We will use it another time as I hope to do random acts of kindness throught the year.<br />
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Here is Appleseed's choice which was not a big surprise. He cries for Grandma when he is in trouble, scared, sick, had a nightmare, doesn't want to eat....pretty much anytime. He loves his Grandma.<br />
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This is Butterball's choice. She has always been a very dear friend to him and he adores her and her family. Course we all do. Her Mom is also someone that Appleseed has cried out for when he is upset, and he pretend calls her all the time.<br />
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Here is Butterbean's choice. She dearly loves this girl. They are amazing and always giving.<br />
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And Applseed or Cricket's choice. Cricket is technically too young so Appleseed got two choices. We love them too. At one time my boys were going to marry these girls. And there is Applseed in true fashion with my boys, wearing two different shoes.<br />
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I love our random acts and so do my kids. Thank you again sister!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-24729731625902855272012-12-01T18:00:00.002-08:002012-12-01T18:00:40.656-08:00Random Acts of Christmas Kindness Day 1For Christmas we received a Christmas countdown package from my sister where we get to do random acts of kindness to help us celebrate Christmas. Today was Day 1. We were to round up stray carts in a store parking lot and put them in the stalls. My kids were so excited and chose Wal-mart as our store.<br />
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Then my daughter and I had to go back to the store again so we did some more carts. We tried to take them to where they put them in the store but the door was down. I hope we didn't make more work for them by having them there.</div>
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There was a Sub for Santa table at the entrance. We picked a paper and then went and got the item. It was a lot of fun to pick it out. My daughter needs a little more compassion for others as she was a bit grumpy that it was not for her and said she wants one just like it. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-59677954599642751312012-11-25T10:30:00.003-08:002012-11-25T10:30:41.834-08:00NiNjAs!I came home from work to find Ninjas had invaded my home! Or at least almost as this one was told by his sister that she can still tell who he is.<br />
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This Ninja said she is sure people will still be able to tell who she is because of her lazy eye. Darn that lazy eye give away. And the freckle on her neck line.<br />
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Now we can't tell who this Ninja is, although he said he is having trouble seeing. What fun creative minds they have.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-77818118970828648072012-11-23T20:46:00.000-08:002012-11-23T20:46:04.116-08:00Thanksgiving HikeMy kids are the youngest ones in the group so while the others were riding trail bikes and what not, my kid wanted to go exploring. I loved it and had a great time with them. I learned I am not good at climbing through barb wire fences AT ALL.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjxQE3ooCm8ruJbvKtWbKNZ18IHvDxy991wTFwJQcXWyUox5da8LGyLtjopzFHjwP0o-XtxLwCrPpW9YGHEFmpzdlfEDycVysysjtqVylGAff-poUf9VBIhnJYT7WfwWQ1ntcb3GF2w/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjxQE3ooCm8ruJbvKtWbKNZ18IHvDxy991wTFwJQcXWyUox5da8LGyLtjopzFHjwP0o-XtxLwCrPpW9YGHEFmpzdlfEDycVysysjtqVylGAff-poUf9VBIhnJYT7WfwWQ1ntcb3GF2w/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" width="320" /></a>
Appleseed told us we were going to hunt Indians and that he had seen some over there and he had a golf ball to throw and hit them.<br />
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At one point my daughter said there was a pit bull there that would chew off your face. She told us if it ripped our face off it wasn't her fault
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Appleseed was making me laugh so hard. Several times he would fall and get up saying, "I'm OK."<br />
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My niece came with us but stopped part of the way because her shoes were too cute too keep going where we were going. But, check out those shoes! I agree they are too cute.<br />
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My sister came with us and when Butterball decided to quit and go home she took my daughter and son with her. Thank you.<br />
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Butterbean tried to send me a picture saying that she had twisted her ankle and had to use crutches. The jokester was just teasing me though.<br />
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Appleseed joined up with me and Butterball on our way home where we found a lot of bones. They were excited to get to take some home. Appleseed thinks they are Indians and Butterball just wants to find a skull now so he can put some of it together.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-8841008773409901282012-05-03T21:03:00.001-07:002012-05-03T21:03:58.996-07:00Looking backI was looking back over the past few months and decided to add some pictures. A lot of us were sick with the flu and Appleseed thought Cricket would throw up so he got him a "throw up bowl". <br />
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My cute little Minions. A dear friend made these adorable hats for my kids. I can't believe how little Cricket is. Butterbean is mad that I let someone else hold Cricket.
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I loved this outfit on him. He looks like such a big boy in it. Now he has outgrown it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KoBodrVniy_ZpV7B14lFSJE7AD7wPbwGSAOXcTAjQlN_ugwGj0RBq0ONoCvh2C3fGmqx0UKmPHzGC4r_sn9nqGljecDZSS15M2ht-3Tb4q-YWRwWUJne6Jlwv3vdthsbotu1kZDmIA/s1600/101_0644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KoBodrVniy_ZpV7B14lFSJE7AD7wPbwGSAOXcTAjQlN_ugwGj0RBq0ONoCvh2C3fGmqx0UKmPHzGC4r_sn9nqGljecDZSS15M2ht-3Tb4q-YWRwWUJne6Jlwv3vdthsbotu1kZDmIA/s320/101_0644.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
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Cricket has the umbilical hernia. He is the 3rd of my kids to get one.
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Appleseed had hurt his lip. He wore this to church. Butterbean used to have bandaids there all the time at this age.
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We already had two teeth pulled out last month on her bottom jaw. Her baby teeth are not falling out so her permanent teeth are not able to come in. And in some cases the space is not big enough for the teeth to come in.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pOEbnWl3PZ_tp68dBV7cFfSI40pvb7S-QcHhtcj7lsCQOneEYLxe8872TUOPhHOcBQVZV4NVrxeDMrSNzUb0meAP4V9vDQire1hLCu_jDsOIgMaYpYyuDH9QYOJFayhY09f1xrjSQw/s1600/101_0828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pOEbnWl3PZ_tp68dBV7cFfSI40pvb7S-QcHhtcj7lsCQOneEYLxe8872TUOPhHOcBQVZV4NVrxeDMrSNzUb0meAP4V9vDQire1hLCu_jDsOIgMaYpYyuDH9QYOJFayhY09f1xrjSQw/s320/101_0828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730096689957303586" /></a>And then she got braces on her front two teeth to prevent the gap that is there now from getting bigger as the expander does it's job. Eating has been different. The first night the orthodontist told her to have soup so we made Ramen noodles. The noodles kept getting stuck all over. The next night she had chilli and it took me brushing her teeth 3 times after that to get all the bean pieces out of her expander.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvllGf2zcrkBSAKUno8uDXlSj6bYTbnU7UIejxlc0vZT5oOk7yxLReSlndo0YAzTQ9rI5XknoOeJrtDDE1zljg8kBJEzd84PUkqVrRoP6GwzQ87wZLf4iV0qLEmMqamhVc-DUn-csRkg/s1600/101_0829.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvllGf2zcrkBSAKUno8uDXlSj6bYTbnU7UIejxlc0vZT5oOk7yxLReSlndo0YAzTQ9rI5XknoOeJrtDDE1zljg8kBJEzd84PUkqVrRoP6GwzQ87wZLf4iV0qLEmMqamhVc-DUn-csRkg/s320/101_0829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730096679408947538" /></a><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-32746404766137360932012-04-08T16:09:00.004-07:002012-04-08T16:44:28.484-07:00New additionOn January 4, 2012 we welcomed our newest member to our family. His nick name is Cricket. My husband's Grandmother used to call him that so I think it is fitting. Cricket wasn't quite ready to come, he was 3 weeks early, but my health was getting worse. My doctor discovered later that I did not have signs of Pre-eclempsia like she had thought but that I was right into the thick of it. So I had to be induced again. My 4th child and everyone has had to be induced.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQnk50ieDxbWvtyt-V0SRmNZuCH8faaxTXDXZ631OhTfSG_pvODTONk2HP7ZudY_-aJnNBCQG19QLpTzvyTZ6-JGdEzo0gUMQwNMRKLL2fV-VvxGCSEHJhiQkzd1St6a038eVEUYV4w/s1600/101_0421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729175777293739842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQnk50ieDxbWvtyt-V0SRmNZuCH8faaxTXDXZ631OhTfSG_pvODTONk2HP7ZudY_-aJnNBCQG19QLpTzvyTZ6-JGdEzo0gUMQwNMRKLL2fV-VvxGCSEHJhiQkzd1St6a038eVEUYV4w/s320/101_0421.JPG" /></a>When the nursery took little Cricket back he immediately flopped his arms to the side so she took him over to the NICU. She came over to tell me, who was sobbing like crazy, that she thought he would be back with her shortly.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-N-1BTbehYpWIVmqwWt41LsWffGUEWxWeASkpzZy9Mhu4Ksz04Q34nIIEQeahj3y49w73dm1SuHkl24jju1WEs9OlUbuIIh35s3BBQjwlDsv7ITVFkqUJfKev-RZ8U9yKCvkg7lUs-A/s1600/101_0428.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729175779938086786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-N-1BTbehYpWIVmqwWt41LsWffGUEWxWeASkpzZy9Mhu4Ksz04Q34nIIEQeahj3y49w73dm1SuHkl24jju1WEs9OlUbuIIh35s3BBQjwlDsv7ITVFkqUJfKev-RZ8U9yKCvkg7lUs-A/s320/101_0428.JPG" /></a>But that was not to be the case. His lungs were underdeveloped so he was put on oxygen. They were not sure if he also had an infection so they started him on antibiotics right away.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4erwo3wgwA12KcATojq-OI42NxPwLDWVGB92N4CusEC6-htT6nprl10OsdW6mbWkB9k2uXACn6VSGtZiiHi5FG6y_74lcCkgVah2LoagvBAoEb5dRo1yFkBVYSJKUItC7N4UNRQ9yfw/s1600/101_0435.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 314px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729177371158147138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4erwo3wgwA12KcATojq-OI42NxPwLDWVGB92N4CusEC6-htT6nprl10OsdW6mbWkB9k2uXACn6VSGtZiiHi5FG6y_74lcCkgVah2LoagvBAoEb5dRo1yFkBVYSJKUItC7N4UNRQ9yfw/s320/101_0435.JPG" /></a>I know the head is where they put iv's on little ones but it was hard for me to see.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oaawlWys_VThZwr1dkmnb9td7AKOGQ54xOLFaxgOyi1GA3y1uFEANHmcoD1GbBcRDkIASas2UkSzLBdTgtbGZhEBUAs769A6WKLx-HP8-wcjizqFid0TchknPugyA_EQN_Qtz9Xcgg/s1600/101_0430.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729177364464466882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oaawlWys_VThZwr1dkmnb9td7AKOGQ54xOLFaxgOyi1GA3y1uFEANHmcoD1GbBcRDkIASas2UkSzLBdTgtbGZhEBUAs769A6WKLx-HP8-wcjizqFid0TchknPugyA_EQN_Qtz9Xcgg/s320/101_0430.JPG" /></a>This is the kids first glimpse of him. It was hard for Butterbean to not be able to touch him and hold him.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAugBNBxVetYwXjCXJqONolWMy4avGULbbYx2RSzdvLpTMHzM5i9D47F5fYCUrdzlGtusaXLMWf1LmPyELXznqtaykYslK-TrmfxlWTwSK7oyKDCXX1aXzTBOEVlDt1rWAQeO4pyzyg/s1600/101_0442.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729177374448273218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAugBNBxVetYwXjCXJqONolWMy4avGULbbYx2RSzdvLpTMHzM5i9D47F5fYCUrdzlGtusaXLMWf1LmPyELXznqtaykYslK-TrmfxlWTwSK7oyKDCXX1aXzTBOEVlDt1rWAQeO4pyzyg/s320/101_0442.JPG" /></a>We are so lucky and excited to have this cutie in our lives. We are truly blessed with this one.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-29291278076283940572011-12-16T12:29:00.000-08:002011-12-16T12:38:50.653-08:00Mischief in Bethlehem again!Things have been pretty calm in Bethlehem this year. Surprising as last year we had several incidents. Then suddenly I saw these two on top of the train. They were running away from a "bad guy"! So Mary is leaving Baby Jesus?!? What is up with that?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1S-PiUxEfjItivLztj6hjiCOXNg3m0TojdNJE3ntx_o_LAG24Bay2memixLfNOeawBHCsKwBcGiDCtDp54p7JdvWbQQCX9K0kwj4E8a_nXjh3_et3f3r8Y3yL4yh1sSf-6KRVgO55Bg/s1600/101_0369.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686826738397889506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1S-PiUxEfjItivLztj6hjiCOXNg3m0TojdNJE3ntx_o_LAG24Bay2memixLfNOeawBHCsKwBcGiDCtDp54p7JdvWbQQCX9K0kwj4E8a_nXjh3_et3f3r8Y3yL4yh1sSf-6KRVgO55Bg/s320/101_0369.JPG" /></a>And I am sorry but this is very suspicious to me. He is suddenly missing his whiskers and a piece of popcorn is there? Very very suspicious!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRJ4I02ac3HeZiO5-yfVV2JlwhCnwN2QrOwobzVj94Mxgx0TpLudnGyANSMeBrBoAb6JbdqZzh9Xs3O88LExG2G3Jh9iJDGm_CtfVRmyq7Zgkx_0vbp0ZTkZChtxpyzaSLAfdRbwKAg/s1600/101_0367.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686826732363676610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRJ4I02ac3HeZiO5-yfVV2JlwhCnwN2QrOwobzVj94Mxgx0TpLudnGyANSMeBrBoAb6JbdqZzh9Xs3O88LExG2G3Jh9iJDGm_CtfVRmyq7Zgkx_0vbp0ZTkZChtxpyzaSLAfdRbwKAg/s320/101_0367.JPG" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-70371874145720401172011-12-15T19:14:00.000-08:002011-12-15T19:33:19.086-08:00Inventions<div>I call this one inventions as one time I had mentioned to Butterball about his "crafts" and he said they were not crafts but inventions. I am beginning to think he does not always sleep well at night because he will get up and immediately have a whole idea he wants to create.</div> My son woke up one day telling me he was going to make a movie camera and show movies in his room. This is what he came up with. He hung the box up on the wall, inside is a bright flashlight. Then he turned on a book on CD and we reenacted the scenes with our hands on the door. It was so wonderful and inventive. I loved this one and he loved having us all in there participating.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTgNnj3BA1GCOtYU8x6Rf0bARa_X06_D8TphFX4W7r7WLPri_4bek2_tY0QOLQEAJ9kr3IALL1rJFEyAzluOfOC7qCI7JJkReOfCAGi2YhEqWbBLlRZ5IsH96yMaunAUnRgELODKQjBQ/s1600/101_0306.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686560885476261538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTgNnj3BA1GCOtYU8x6Rf0bARa_X06_D8TphFX4W7r7WLPri_4bek2_tY0QOLQEAJ9kr3IALL1rJFEyAzluOfOC7qCI7JJkReOfCAGi2YhEqWbBLlRZ5IsH96yMaunAUnRgELODKQjBQ/s320/101_0306.JPG" /></a>This is him doing the hand "puppet" on the door.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3hzHVWlWrMhh3sEcMAaqOiREYaClHOOM1Uddt0URUcSFzhvfatkHznOmag-132seGPfGVHvRAxBzlC2_2-HLRRdwtRiRtj7HUV532LKKxEaPHC-szS__VyDLRGfUvJu77SeHpMBBMA/s1600/101_0309.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686561802545141778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3hzHVWlWrMhh3sEcMAaqOiREYaClHOOM1Uddt0URUcSFzhvfatkHznOmag-132seGPfGVHvRAxBzlC2_2-HLRRdwtRiRtj7HUV532LKKxEaPHC-szS__VyDLRGfUvJu77SeHpMBBMA/s320/101_0309.JPG" /></a>One day he was not feeling well and was laying on the couch. He made this little remote holder so that he could just reach out and use the remote. It was so cute but a huge source of tension as his little brother kept knocking it over.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9se8n53X2jgEwh1KHeyCoULp_YS8Om0wmCeY9S2OIF_qdRsP54BLSoYINTQ6I7KjGQ4IiYJW7hkOuAiYa9B2C0v1FrQzYLfI_dSSCpSm_vTX6Rg4GWRdCMCt6ZzJPzsnd0DhVOkzRA/s1600/101_0346.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686560882292883154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9se8n53X2jgEwh1KHeyCoULp_YS8Om0wmCeY9S2OIF_qdRsP54BLSoYINTQ6I7KjGQ4IiYJW7hkOuAiYa9B2C0v1FrQzYLfI_dSSCpSm_vTX6Rg4GWRdCMCt6ZzJPzsnd0DhVOkzRA/s320/101_0346.JPG" /></a>My son has begged me to teach him how to sew. So one day I was taking in some of his pajama pants and decided to let him do a pair. This is the job he did. Not too bad! I told him that he did not need to go all the way around like that but he said he liked it that way. It worked and he wears them. Yeah!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dc9S3bJyXS_uRk-ITMM17R_dQgA6LxtWkg9Hul5s0WDcikI_n7MVqOEqF3AuJ_bAm3fPk4RDi5kHq-0Q6nX4l3Ox-mrqYo6NR0gNwINAHeBRJ0hU5d9SVF_YvkZG2wsds1SpuifIzg/s1600/101_0325.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686560319975907890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dc9S3bJyXS_uRk-ITMM17R_dQgA6LxtWkg9Hul5s0WDcikI_n7MVqOEqF3AuJ_bAm3fPk4RDi5kHq-0Q6nX4l3Ox-mrqYo6NR0gNwINAHeBRJ0hU5d9SVF_YvkZG2wsds1SpuifIzg/s320/101_0325.JPG" /></a>He had show and tell one day at school. He came home and immediately started creating this. It is a little home for the raisin guy. He spent several hours on it. Funny thing was after he was done and had shown it to his class he was done with it. I find it interesting that he can spend hours on something and be done with it so quickly.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC730pDuajyLmle4Q_3mApJmmx6qltdaZYtFvHONkJ01COjTjPio89n6-Svhdn41VxNnwgbdElOZpWk2YXXN4evT3PY0Ob3XoPSAcvMfLfu_sW_YX_nRvdx2iqy2Lq2-8UsriYtxs0Jw/s1600/101_0326.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686560316141190722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC730pDuajyLmle4Q_3mApJmmx6qltdaZYtFvHONkJ01COjTjPio89n6-Svhdn41VxNnwgbdElOZpWk2YXXN4evT3PY0Ob3XoPSAcvMfLfu_sW_YX_nRvdx2iqy2Lq2-8UsriYtxs0Jw/s320/101_0326.JPG" /></a>He wanted me to get an up close picture of the raisin guy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinlsoKELgk3L3OLRRlSqZcLAUPN1xo8G9-4_JGS-xsDH9KvNX4IVWxsftpfN7XsSLKzQ-2xv2YBW97flGOZAu44e4m5kX_urrwgKY7IKr_8bSt4SZabE82DK0qC1eNncN34hPq1f_apA/s1600/101_0328.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686560313494558082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinlsoKELgk3L3OLRRlSqZcLAUPN1xo8G9-4_JGS-xsDH9KvNX4IVWxsftpfN7XsSLKzQ-2xv2YBW97flGOZAu44e4m5kX_urrwgKY7IKr_8bSt4SZabE82DK0qC1eNncN34hPq1f_apA/s320/101_0328.JPG" /></a>And this is the ceiling with the light for him.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXgnSoCV3xWpkvRu-UkX4QYxjGVAa_45Fi176Ew87IETsVsJamKKSt_17GIBQjxDskGw_lXd749VyMqXE0REYcSlY5AIrriRzw2iWsz2YWyGFtjD42lfS54rJ9lJTwynQYdK1I0KHoA/s1600/101_0329.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686560309270953458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXgnSoCV3xWpkvRu-UkX4QYxjGVAa_45Fi176Ew87IETsVsJamKKSt_17GIBQjxDskGw_lXd749VyMqXE0REYcSlY5AIrriRzw2iWsz2YWyGFtjD42lfS54rJ9lJTwynQYdK1I0KHoA/s320/101_0329.JPG" /></a>Much to my husband's dismay I save containers and boxes and what not all the time. He will wander back to where I keep them and get so excited about it and will immediately come up with a use for it. One nice thing is he can use them for a week or two and then will be done and what them thrown away. Nice!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-12326373825066032402011-10-31T12:08:00.000-07:002011-10-31T12:30:30.670-07:00Happy Halloween at the Dinosaur ParkFor the past couple of years we have got a pass to our local Dinosaur Park. I have never taken part in the extra activities. This year I looked into how much the Halloween Spooktacular would be and the price was not bad so I decided we should check it out.<br /><br />Thank goodness we have an older sister to do our face painting. He LOVED it! I did Butterbean's for something and she very politely said, "You did really well for your first time and I am sure your next time will be better, but can I wash this off?" Sweet girl.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJY6TR9rLP12q5I5m4yIsNZIpf3YREksHnf3IiFzwoNa5CwklhtjCXXt87f0CEq0V7wIz7H7vTVhKmSbDR8vihG_eHzSphimI3Y_o0Lk9XmaoT3ItyXe0RvZJfTMG93YH5hAu5AlYmbg/s1600/101_0260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669737625455603090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJY6TR9rLP12q5I5m4yIsNZIpf3YREksHnf3IiFzwoNa5CwklhtjCXXt87f0CEq0V7wIz7H7vTVhKmSbDR8vihG_eHzSphimI3Y_o0Lk9XmaoT3ItyXe0RvZJfTMG93YH5hAu5AlYmbg/s320/101_0260.JPG" /></a>I am not sure if my kids are boring or just simple or can just use their imagination because for the Dino park they went quite simple. Butterbean just wore a cape.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRA6FGcYAkrufVr1hcV2AG6Qawb-V0VLuikkEMGti3t06qK1PDxgBudsESpkUNhUDS8gbEz8kvRF2HxTnMXnYB6nzEn-k8hBs8kn11_MPdMBXQF19gv7ajtZJlQHyHj_OTdUxVEY8WEA/s1600/101_0265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669737616767763282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRA6FGcYAkrufVr1hcV2AG6Qawb-V0VLuikkEMGti3t06qK1PDxgBudsESpkUNhUDS8gbEz8kvRF2HxTnMXnYB6nzEn-k8hBs8kn11_MPdMBXQF19gv7ajtZJlQHyHj_OTdUxVEY8WEA/s320/101_0265.JPG" /></a>Butterball with his batman sweatshirt and face paint. And yes, he chose the batman pj pants to wear with it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLTM5stBXt27tMb1MrUFQsHZVgdvNpVpoqF8gbtRBEuA7Tyw3BFfgSkEC7Yt9Qn-ib1wQi7QvD7JukTsetKyi6nJAGdKykxcRnNYyHrgCgbYLK0VWjR5av149-PFi-nU8xQ1HTmmojw/s1600/101_0266.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669737609659152994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLTM5stBXt27tMb1MrUFQsHZVgdvNpVpoqF8gbtRBEuA7Tyw3BFfgSkEC7Yt9Qn-ib1wQi7QvD7JukTsetKyi6nJAGdKykxcRnNYyHrgCgbYLK0VWjR5av149-PFi-nU8xQ1HTmmojw/s320/101_0266.JPG" /></a>And my tired frog who I woke up to go to this.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZBpYzLrm5k1OSN6egZVXeGv4v5djEmNQ4cCti_BM7YHXrRPmHpyUcrzkqukz3qZBWmRhdaPagBk86fwsbsHGjCFgLUmywznwQEqBsGgG2WwTQW43iegLQpKc2UihFalZU00a30olww/s1600/101_0267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669737582137084482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZBpYzLrm5k1OSN6egZVXeGv4v5djEmNQ4cCti_BM7YHXrRPmHpyUcrzkqukz3qZBWmRhdaPagBk86fwsbsHGjCFgLUmywznwQEqBsGgG2WwTQW43iegLQpKc2UihFalZU00a30olww/s320/101_0267.JPG" /></a>They had stands here and there throughout the park with candy, pencils, bracelets, etc. The kids also got to make their own slime which was a HUGE hit. We had a lot of fun and plan to come back next year for sure. And they had one scare factor which scared the pants off my kids at first but then later they wanted to go back and see it again. Then we sat on a bench near it and watched the others going through get their pants scared off. I am so glad we went.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSL4TqTAQbpif6Fz4-jSQRc0t0wKw67gGFCt3941qWEFcnOXEETAh1wR5chbkBnQvV_5nM9ASHJB3J8dhBsP4sXIS0pqOrDYUeUE3KwhnLj4G-9uI6TfviQUwAfxyaQvtqljqfFilMg/s1600/101_0269.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669737578162595730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSL4TqTAQbpif6Fz4-jSQRc0t0wKw67gGFCt3941qWEFcnOXEETAh1wR5chbkBnQvV_5nM9ASHJB3J8dhBsP4sXIS0pqOrDYUeUE3KwhnLj4G-9uI6TfviQUwAfxyaQvtqljqfFilMg/s320/101_0269.JPG" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-60688153639649336682011-10-11T15:10:00.001-07:002011-10-11T15:19:59.334-07:00Never a surpriseButterball's sense of style is never surprising. Especially when it comes to his shoe selection. It has become so normal now that I rarely notice it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ST958ZwXKYzDUUG4YMkTTM7mVXCRLf2u5iLno-F52-zTCCIaiMXx-OEtiOHzd9s_snNV2REGbLHGtld9n8ipgKZyvTPS2IE9xZ0qWua6uMMR5dl41QYGfwIiyPUEXRqmuQNTaTCIpw/s1600/101_0219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662361010372319602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ST958ZwXKYzDUUG4YMkTTM7mVXCRLf2u5iLno-F52-zTCCIaiMXx-OEtiOHzd9s_snNV2REGbLHGtld9n8ipgKZyvTPS2IE9xZ0qWua6uMMR5dl41QYGfwIiyPUEXRqmuQNTaTCIpw/s320/101_0219.JPG" /></a>Appleseed insisted on wearing his superman shirt but also wanted to wear the other one so this is how he spent most of the day.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMY75Ca8hxun0ja9-NNCmUMAVVULis-2v6Av-d6nYaGCUVP7YwRLs5qGW2lREHsWDdFsHqQHj3TWRHdY2fgo6QvP6hHFL6Tn6_WjASnLDV9N3FCB-JPEJOlEvRUlgBCtS5MOKDbcFVig/s1600/101_0228.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662361000543858930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMY75Ca8hxun0ja9-NNCmUMAVVULis-2v6Av-d6nYaGCUVP7YwRLs5qGW2lREHsWDdFsHqQHj3TWRHdY2fgo6QvP6hHFL6Tn6_WjASnLDV9N3FCB-JPEJOlEvRUlgBCtS5MOKDbcFVig/s320/101_0228.JPG" /></a>And when it is too quiet, this one is in trouble. He was caught raiding the watermelon. That turkey!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixK1ixMWxZBiBsZsGhJzBI9v8J1-e4BbIL90pZ8Mr9m96W4Vu_EXpizuuV3QV-Rerhyphenhyphenx4GLc3uEm51wCg6a1_iV3HhPJJEw8VzLBU2Oc-uReL3-QwjbtUp6nb_YpeCFqK6NxGIWgUz2A/s1600/101_0230.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662360998113976386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixK1ixMWxZBiBsZsGhJzBI9v8J1-e4BbIL90pZ8Mr9m96W4Vu_EXpizuuV3QV-Rerhyphenhyphenx4GLc3uEm51wCg6a1_iV3HhPJJEw8VzLBU2Oc-uReL3-QwjbtUp6nb_YpeCFqK6NxGIWgUz2A/s320/101_0230.JPG" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39698622487798407.post-26470176150548692492011-10-06T11:37:00.000-07:002011-10-06T11:49:08.200-07:00RacingMy kids had a fund raiser race at school. I loved it! Butterball is the closest one to me with his ID tag flapping in his face. Needless to say he did not win but he was so cute. The first race he did he raced with his arms folded the entire time. I was glad he didn't this time.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPLJcS-4mYCux9ZxOwzIcqSCx-bsd0Hki4fwFJn32H9Bi3SZ5vGXqN7fCz0jI2BPbI7LdbY5NVj3H4bchE2TflM1dqN9uLOIQC6vbIF8GwT3NS_rEUkNozPdQSjDJeLaEF7jVMm5DLw/s1600/101_0231.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660451354946256114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPLJcS-4mYCux9ZxOwzIcqSCx-bsd0Hki4fwFJn32H9Bi3SZ5vGXqN7fCz0jI2BPbI7LdbY5NVj3H4bchE2TflM1dqN9uLOIQC6vbIF8GwT3NS_rEUkNozPdQSjDJeLaEF7jVMm5DLw/s320/101_0231.JPG" /></a>Now him with his ribbon for participating. He loves this ribbon.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqcQsWTewEx84wm5dIsVM8LyKu07M1sffSyobOgVFt71BAz5VpsdXnd2fhS4XbxO5iGxChySZOnWRtsXuzfj72q00ROWTuFPR3LA95FJIj4J29E7FSoJuathmEkDtuqS-MXyrhoTjqww/s1600/101_0232.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660450785629210658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqcQsWTewEx84wm5dIsVM8LyKu07M1sffSyobOgVFt71BAz5VpsdXnd2fhS4XbxO5iGxChySZOnWRtsXuzfj72q00ROWTuFPR3LA95FJIj4J29E7FSoJuathmEkDtuqS-MXyrhoTjqww/s320/101_0232.JPG" /></a>Appleseed and his friend sitting in the winners circle. (A little side note, Appleseed looked at what I was doing and said, "The blog is so cute!")<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5xKUoX8FMuhOQhESg58_nxftNPZbFBGuo-8tW6HlYUYL87WXGfuE7-SDZe3c_3fXIFvEdzjWlXTEo3wdIgGzYGA0xIkpolpuZH7LQbsLumde7ku0dXZTmgx3z6Zd_ofotyM0pe-3yQ/s1600/101_0233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660450779440061474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5xKUoX8FMuhOQhESg58_nxftNPZbFBGuo-8tW6HlYUYL87WXGfuE7-SDZe3c_3fXIFvEdzjWlXTEo3wdIgGzYGA0xIkpolpuZH7LQbsLumde7ku0dXZTmgx3z6Zd_ofotyM0pe-3yQ/s320/101_0233.JPG" /></a>After the Kindergartners raced Appleseed has his own race.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWKNbtpyhwstIuJ2aGswPIsUQtZcqdm03SFIZD3D3cfR0xfoY59clK9XxvHP2rpKSBM8GFu3jawS3LAV0OX_9ujPIjcM-phzntya5HBch6_qspo_9aFMTjtKNZWJ4shkex0h1QVpmSUw/s1600/101_0238.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660450774755275954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWKNbtpyhwstIuJ2aGswPIsUQtZcqdm03SFIZD3D3cfR0xfoY59clK9XxvHP2rpKSBM8GFu3jawS3LAV0OX_9ujPIjcM-phzntya5HBch6_qspo_9aFMTjtKNZWJ4shkex0h1QVpmSUw/s320/101_0238.JPG" /></a>Later in the day it was Butterbean's turn. You can barely see her head and her smile, she didn't win either but had a lot of fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ZLElIerbfk0pJUSqcSnsk5-_epC-3ybHspB-XdQ9obPydIeK1hX9FB2Ls8DaCm9OCgPZ9pX-lItUNvmkKF6sNG0l5xO5NReKMksHZIBXfWO3Iry-lIYHS5d9cE2ghtYeNVsk4bbQAQ/s1600/101_0239.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660450771646408722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ZLElIerbfk0pJUSqcSnsk5-_epC-3ybHspB-XdQ9obPydIeK1hX9FB2Ls8DaCm9OCgPZ9pX-lItUNvmkKF6sNG0l5xO5NReKMksHZIBXfWO3Iry-lIYHS5d9cE2ghtYeNVsk4bbQAQ/s320/101_0239.JPG" /></a>And her with her ribbon for participating. The money earned for the races are going to build a bigger play ground for the kids as the current one is quite small.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhG-7_YcFcwK05q9xsZW0SIydZ3RbpWt-pm7C-MFCB2lRLYuoiay0tqk5TIs4Vw7m31p9KkKJnK03XEvGG1_TCcldc4mbuvLd7QjZcrGAIGLoH_eF7FF0XETFL-jfDnFGqfC4xPzw0HQ/s1600/101_0240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660450765288091010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhG-7_YcFcwK05q9xsZW0SIydZ3RbpWt-pm7C-MFCB2lRLYuoiay0tqk5TIs4Vw7m31p9KkKJnK03XEvGG1_TCcldc4mbuvLd7QjZcrGAIGLoH_eF7FF0XETFL-jfDnFGqfC4xPzw0HQ/s320/101_0240.JPG" /></a>I have to admit I do love this school, I love the uniforms, and I love what they are learning. I am very glad I moved them to a charter school.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0