tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88861980481743668332024-03-13T14:44:29.475-07:00The Stineman TimesKrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-89718525458222967092010-05-25T20:03:00.000-07:002010-05-25T20:06:32.960-07:00Just for the record.....I am going back to blonde. I gave it a try and I have to admit I like the "lower" maintenance of being a brunette, but I feel like a blonde, even if I'm a fake one. So now the transition begins.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yPlpPMSgI/AAAAAAAAAOk/l-y3_lp0Hv0/s1600/DSCF5123.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475409123863185922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yPlpPMSgI/AAAAAAAAAOk/l-y3_lp0Hv0/s320/DSCF5123.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-64050042269981149072010-05-25T19:16:00.000-07:002010-05-25T20:00:21.866-07:00New PhotosNathan and some of his Easter loot.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yLk9418EI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5It35dMryiw/s1600/DSCF4991.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475404714180210754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yLk9418EI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5It35dMryiw/s320/DSCF4991.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Easter morning. Sarah with her pooping Easter bunny. If you'll notice behind her the "Easter Bunny" is a little out of control, that doesn't even include all the eggs. Talk about a sugar overload.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yK6AOrd8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/AA9RCCJGLv4/s1600/DSCF5006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475403976074295234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yK6AOrd8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/AA9RCCJGLv4/s320/DSCF5006.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Sarah and her cousing Patrick on Easter Sunday.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yKqGDu1BI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8Kx9Ekf2SY4/s1600/DSCF5010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475403702761083922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yKqGDu1BI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8Kx9Ekf2SY4/s320/DSCF5010.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Nathan always carries this duster around. I only hope he's this cooperative when he's actually old enough to do the dusting.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yKAIPEF1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/3rZyVWX-LA0/s1600/DSCF5015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475402981790979922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yKAIPEF1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/3rZyVWX-LA0/s320/DSCF5015.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Sarah's fav birthday gift is Aunt Jen, she's come for the past 2 or so years for her b-day. It's a fun tradition, I hope you keep it up Jen :-). Sarah is sporting her "Fancy Dancy" (as she says it) dress and headband from Grandma Ward. Jen's reading one of our childhood favorites "The Pokey Little Puppy". You'll notice from the following photos Sarah's birthday went on for a week or so.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yJJAsPyCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qygSU0e2zhQ/s1600/DSCF5020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475402034873092130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yJJAsPyCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qygSU0e2zhQ/s320/DSCF5020.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yI9JxI5EI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HNaA89ryLvs/s1600/DSCF5023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475401831151100994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yI9JxI5EI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HNaA89ryLvs/s320/DSCF5023.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Sarah got an American girl doll Bitty baby from Aunt Kathy. She loves this doll, she named her Daisy. I can't wait to take Sarah and Daisy to the "big city" aka Chicago to the American Girl Doll store to do some shopping.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yIQB-aO_I/AAAAAAAAANs/BF8iRxoqfMY/s1600/DSCF5049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475401055965166578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yIQB-aO_I/AAAAAAAAANs/BF8iRxoqfMY/s320/DSCF5049.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Testing our her new Rainbow Bright big girl bike.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yH_w2kerI/AAAAAAAAANk/x4csrVQJwQQ/s1600/DSCF5056.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475400776490973874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yH_w2kerI/AAAAAAAAANk/x4csrVQJwQQ/s320/DSCF5056.JPG" /></a><br /><div>The morning of Sarah's actual birthday I made her coffee cake for breakfast. We were in a hurry to celebrate before Kevin went to work and Sarah to preschool. I stuck the candles in right after pulling the coffee cake from the oven...big mistake...melted candle wax in breakfast...so we just ate around it.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yHWxRHzjI/AAAAAAAAANc/8CyWqlMMU7o/s1600/DSCF5062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475400072227704370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yHWxRHzjI/AAAAAAAAANc/8CyWqlMMU7o/s320/DSCF5062.JPG" /></a><br /><div>JoJo and Jamie visiting Sarah for her 4th b-day. We spent the day at Kohl Children's Museum...hence the painted face.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yHFFHDePI/AAAAAAAAANU/Klel-_QfMNs/s1600/DSCF5067.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475399768316541170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yHFFHDePI/AAAAAAAAANU/Klel-_QfMNs/s320/DSCF5067.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>This was her 3rd birthday cake, so I just bought it, which was a mistake cause it was nasty. Oh well, she just eats the frosting anyway.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yGr6mtV_I/AAAAAAAAANM/Ejm8Fzg2DoU/s1600/DSCF5071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475399335999789042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yGr6mtV_I/AAAAAAAAANM/Ejm8Fzg2DoU/s320/DSCF5071.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Sarah had a birthday/pinata party for her 4th birthday. The pinata was a big rainbow, she picked it out herself.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yGToY5zPI/AAAAAAAAANE/jdkBpB7yGBE/s1600/DSCF5100.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475398918793186546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yGToY5zPI/AAAAAAAAANE/jdkBpB7yGBE/s320/DSCF5100.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Sarah showing off her loot from her birthday/pinata party.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yGH8RewVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CJhJESAPtWY/s1600/DSCF5105.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475398717972332882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yGH8RewVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CJhJESAPtWY/s320/DSCF5105.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Ummm....does this really need an explanation....she found my lipstick....what a beauty!!!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yF4uysT5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/aLFLDFEUg-M/s1600/DSCF5109.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475398456655499154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yF4uysT5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/aLFLDFEUg-M/s320/DSCF5109.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Sarah is ready for "Purple" day at school.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yFs-ddwOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Wjj5RKyZTiA/s1600/DSCF5111.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475398254703001826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yFs-ddwOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Wjj5RKyZTiA/s320/DSCF5111.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Kevin and Sarah won 1st place at the family Pinewood Derby. The Derby started at 5:00 p.m. at 5:30 p.m. Kevin was hammering on the wheels (with a screwdriver). Sarah colored and and added foam stickers on the way to the church. Notice the sleek aerodynamic design and its custom paint job. Needless to say Kevin was in heaven and many dad's who spent hours designing their cars were baffled.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yEsbhzCRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/P7L6MKsvtWE/s1600/DSCF5134.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475397145814305042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S_yEsbhzCRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/P7L6MKsvtWE/s320/DSCF5134.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-72439849343799288482010-03-25T08:38:00.000-07:002010-03-25T09:26:34.955-07:00Pictures of the Family and other stuffI love this picture of Sarah and her banana face.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uN0UNcK8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/rhbwqUQX8TI/s1600/DSCF4971.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452607703779912642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uN0UNcK8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/rhbwqUQX8TI/s320/DSCF4971.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Nathan LOVED his cake!!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uNoR6sLCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lG7uZwf38m0/s1600/DSCF4967.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452607497005968418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uNoR6sLCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lG7uZwf38m0/s320/DSCF4967.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uNhqS6uyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OG9NWHhciNE/s1600/DSCF4964.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452607383290952482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uNhqS6uyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OG9NWHhciNE/s320/DSCF4964.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uNaIdrdrI/AAAAAAAAAME/fAvJFfVzV5I/s1600/DSCF4960.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452607253950199474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uNaIdrdrI/AAAAAAAAAME/fAvJFfVzV5I/s320/DSCF4960.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uNCDwvVHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9RxOI2X9r5c/s1600/DSCF4947.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452606840371106930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uNCDwvVHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9RxOI2X9r5c/s320/DSCF4947.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Nathan's first Birthday<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uM3aFJkII/AAAAAAAAAL0/ixOw_BOqeq8/s1600/DSCF4946.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452606657383731330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uM3aFJkII/AAAAAAAAAL0/ixOw_BOqeq8/s320/DSCF4946.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Jamie, Uncle Mark and Aunt Jo Jo.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uMeTYL0lI/AAAAAAAAALk/teBGeP1tfUo/s1600/DSCF4941.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452606226087793234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uMeTYL0lI/AAAAAAAAALk/teBGeP1tfUo/s320/DSCF4941.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uMYNtMGHI/AAAAAAAAALc/yEbyi59yz0o/s1600/DSCF4935.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452606121486063730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uMYNtMGHI/AAAAAAAAALc/yEbyi59yz0o/s320/DSCF4935.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Nate loved his little truck from Grandma and Grandpa Ward. They brought it all the way from in Utah, stuffed in their suitcase.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uMEp1OXCI/AAAAAAAAALU/pdLoNEGhsKs/s1600/DSCF4919.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452605785438575650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uMEp1OXCI/AAAAAAAAALU/pdLoNEGhsKs/s320/DSCF4919.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Nathan with his presents on his first birthday.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uGdDoyNPI/AAAAAAAAALM/hIHCmrGtfFc/s1600/DSCF4911.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452599607612814578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uGdDoyNPI/AAAAAAAAALM/hIHCmrGtfFc/s320/DSCF4911.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Nate building with Grandpa Ward.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uGSEaPTJI/AAAAAAAAALE/KIYP88V4vNU/s1600/DSCF4903.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452599418841681042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uGSEaPTJI/AAAAAAAAALE/KIYP88V4vNU/s320/DSCF4903.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Tub time<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uGI1E7plI/AAAAAAAAAK8/A6LFDOhPCO8/s1600/DSCF4900.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452599260106958418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uGI1E7plI/AAAAAAAAAK8/A6LFDOhPCO8/s320/DSCF4900.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Sarah is showing off the baby in her tummy.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uF7UJUQXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/r8oRl0ie6ls/s1600/DSCF4887.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452599027928678770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uF7UJUQXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/r8oRl0ie6ls/s320/DSCF4887.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uF0wHYmfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JKmISqu4WBY/s1600/DSCF4885.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452598915177683442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uF0wHYmfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JKmISqu4WBY/s320/DSCF4885.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>My new hair color.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uFliLM9wI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dRWX23qcWJg/s1600/P3130052.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452598653737563906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uFliLM9wI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dRWX23qcWJg/s320/P3130052.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uFYO3ZlZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/t0Asn-DaUYo/s1600/P3130050.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452598425215931794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uFYO3ZlZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/t0Asn-DaUYo/s320/P3130050.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Sarah and Nathan riding a ride at Chuckee Cheese.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uE7UO7bII/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z3V7MMO607g/s1600/P3080045.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452597928440589442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uE7UO7bII/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z3V7MMO607g/s320/P3080045.JPG" /></a><br /><br />I love this close-up of Nathan's face.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uD6PefPSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dsiyqcsGbAI/s1600/P1140042.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452596810472176930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/S6uD6PefPSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dsiyqcsGbAI/s320/P1140042.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-19799291525407279592009-10-31T20:52:00.001-07:002009-10-31T21:14:22.426-07:00Rupunzel, Rupenzel, let down your hair and one cute little lion<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0Hmtr7OiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ffosjrQDb0U/s1600-h/DSCF4672.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398979889967348258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0Hmtr7OiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ffosjrQDb0U/s320/DSCF4672.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Sarah was Rupunzel this year, she had previously worn this costume to her preschool party (which yes, I did forget my camera so no pictures of that) so on Halloween I was going to get her dressed and she informed me she wanted to be something else because she had already dressed up as Rupunzel.....well little missy if you want to go trick or treating you will put on that costume. She at least had to wear it twice to get our money's worth (not that it was expensive, but still). And really by the time I bundled her up you couldn't really tell what she was anyway, but I knew she was Rupunzel and that's what mattered right??<br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0Hb7QOkLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zyhISZDM0eY/s1600-h/DSCF4675.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398979704630710450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0Hb7QOkLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zyhISZDM0eY/s320/DSCF4675.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0HV6DCrjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HHpHRfEECGk/s1600-h/DSCF4677.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398979601227755058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0HV6DCrjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HHpHRfEECGk/s320/DSCF4677.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0HQ4u8ZPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MbFUeEbEFaE/s1600-h/DSCF4679.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398979514975675634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0HQ4u8ZPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MbFUeEbEFaE/s320/DSCF4679.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0HKBysUSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qVYrlqfgHqM/s1600-h/DSCF4682.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398979397148234018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0HKBysUSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qVYrlqfgHqM/s320/DSCF4682.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0HDh--M2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ooJupgWeDVw/s1600-h/DSCF4683.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398979285530588002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0HDh--M2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ooJupgWeDVw/s320/DSCF4683.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0G9SQ2e2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/VKqV06DCIwQ/s1600-h/DSCF4684.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398979178231397218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0G9SQ2e2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/VKqV06DCIwQ/s320/DSCF4684.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0G1zjpjaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/j8snfoWm14M/s1600-h/DSCF4689.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398979049729658274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0G1zjpjaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/j8snfoWm14M/s320/DSCF4689.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0GfRVhN_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/btpvxl9W5wI/s1600-h/PA310022.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398978662586464242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0GfRVhN_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/btpvxl9W5wI/s320/PA310022.JPG" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0GPKngEkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kWJtatzb5m4/s1600-h/PA310021.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398978385904931394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0GPKngEkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kWJtatzb5m4/s320/PA310021.JPG" /></a><br />These are her friends she trick or treated with. Emma, Lily and Abby. Someday Sarah will be mortified at how bundled I had her dressed, but really I hate to be cold and she's my flesh and blood so naturally I'm sure she hates it too, but it was rather chilly outside. </div><div></div><div>Halloween was a success we had a fun little dinner after trick or treating with our friends Kim and Jared, she served mummy dogs and snake pizza...very fun and spooky. Halloween was a big success, it's such a fun holiday. I think Sarah and Nathan looked darling. I even helped Sarah separate her candy into same and like piles, Jen and I would always do this after our trick-or-treating adventures. I still love the smell of all that candy together and I still love candy, unfortunately that has not faded with age.<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-76485373544708161912009-10-31T20:41:00.000-07:002009-10-31T20:51:29.438-07:00Jackolantern<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0FDmBApJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/H7sEm32qunM/s1600-h/DSCF4628.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398977087589622930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0FDmBApJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/H7sEm32qunM/s320/DSCF4628.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0E5Euh29I/AAAAAAAAAIk/BqUe34W7juc/s1600-h/DSCF4625.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398976906855046098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0E5Euh29I/AAAAAAAAAIk/BqUe34W7juc/s320/DSCF4625.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0Ev9u0pMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TeOtbjvdYxw/s1600-h/DSCF4624.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398976750358406338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Su0Ev9u0pMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TeOtbjvdYxw/s320/DSCF4624.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>We carved this pumpkin near the beginning of October (knowing it wouldn't last until Halloween), but it lasted even less, as the squirrels had there way with it. Sarah was very distraught about this, but we later painted one and left it whole, it's a little harder for the squirrels to gnaw away at.</div></div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-17428560830926450432009-10-31T20:13:00.000-07:002009-10-31T20:38:19.347-07:00Fall leaves and rainy days<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz-Vgyw49I/AAAAAAAAAIU/303h_6BWmFs/s1600-h/DSCF4665.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398969698843943890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz-Vgyw49I/AAAAAAAAAIU/303h_6BWmFs/s320/DSCF4665.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz-LspcVfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8fRAY7OWGvU/s1600-h/DSCF4664.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398969530227381746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz-LspcVfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8fRAY7OWGvU/s320/DSCF4664.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz98yl7EeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zqnYza0Aq6A/s1600-h/DSCF4654.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398969274125193698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz98yl7EeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zqnYza0Aq6A/s320/DSCF4654.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz9w4kVKsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/z-BPq0OY2DQ/s1600-h/DSCF4656.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398969069570697922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz9w4kVKsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/z-BPq0OY2DQ/s320/DSCF4656.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz9aJkUxPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oqK1C7GnTbs/s1600-h/DSCF4633.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398968678997083378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz9aJkUxPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oqK1C7GnTbs/s320/DSCF4633.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz9NOcXKZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OPZBFo3Rrpg/s1600-h/DSCF4647.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398968456967563666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz9NOcXKZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OPZBFo3Rrpg/s320/DSCF4647.JPG" /></a> Sarah loves to play in the rain. When our front ditch fills up she likes to splash around in it, it had been raining for several days. She had to stay on the left side of the driveway to splash around, I actually think she could have gone swimming on the right side...way too much rain. But the good news is our basement is dry!!<br /></div>She also loves to play in the leaves each Fall. It was hard to find a day that wasn't raining and if it wasn't raining the leaves were way too wet to play in. We lucked out and had a day that didn't rain and the leaves were only slightly wet, she had a great time. We have this beautiful tree in our backyard. I'm embarrased to say this is the first year I've noticed it. I love the shape of the tree and the gorgeous color of the leaves. Sarah picked a whole bucket of leaves from this tree and we later laminated them in a "Fall leaf collection" it's hanging on our wall. I like hanging Sarah's creations on the kitchen wall it's fun for all of us to enjoy.<br /><div> </div></div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-81952790370710931482009-10-31T20:03:00.000-07:002009-10-31T20:41:01.858-07:006 lbs of salt water taffy from Jen<img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398966604501525474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz7hZeCo-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/jAL8V05aoRo/s320/DSCF4659.JPG" /><br />One day I was pleasantly surprised to receive this package on my doorstep. When I saw that it was from Sweets factory in SLC, I didn't want to get my hopes up thinking it was salt water taffy (I have been obsessed with it lately), but it was 6 whole pounds of it. Jen surprised me...woo hoo...what a great surprise! Nothing like a little taffy to lift the "no more sun for 8 months" blues. Thanks again Jen :-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz6-3LXJ5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vUha1v17gVQ/s1600-h/DSCF4661.JPG"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz7JgL8VtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pRd-RmkzgfQ/s1600-h/DSCF4662.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398966193987802834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz7JgL8VtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pRd-RmkzgfQ/s320/DSCF4662.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz6-3LXJ5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vUha1v17gVQ/s1600-h/DSCF4661.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398966011180820370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Suz6-3LXJ5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vUha1v17gVQ/s320/DSCF4661.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-50525995617939460482009-08-15T20:34:00.000-07:002009-08-28T09:18:38.672-07:00Recent pictures<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Nathan's first taste of cereal, his favorite is barley<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SoeAzb6XoNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/svv6a7_gJJI/s1600-h/DSCF4539.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370402701816864978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SoeAzb6XoNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/svv6a7_gJJI/s320/DSCF4539.JPG" /></a><br /></div>Hanging from the slide the day of her haircut, she loved it.<br />She was so excited to get a short haircut<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SoeAiVft5cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/n_mXuNDcyNU/s1600-h/DSCF4542.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370402408036689346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SoeAiVft5cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/n_mXuNDcyNU/s320/DSCF4542.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Oops, did this twice<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SoeAXiSNwkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/837gvnPGo6Q/s1600-h/DSCF4543.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370402222491157058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SoeAXiSNwkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/837gvnPGo6Q/s320/DSCF4543.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Nathan a little confused as to why<br />he's squeezed into something called a Bumbo<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SoeAG-N_37I/AAAAAAAAAGk/vdQ6iMapiuk/s1600-h/DSCF4543.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370401937931886514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SoeAG-N_37I/AAAAAAAAAGk/vdQ6iMapiuk/s320/DSCF4543.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Nathan chillin' in the Bumbo<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sod_6ZAd4_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/cGIk-iB8jkc/s1600-h/DSCF4545.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370401721784591346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sod_6ZAd4_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/cGIk-iB8jkc/s320/DSCF4545.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Sarah riding the tricycle, which she is outgrowing quickly<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sod_opF8WCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/a6EMSCPlBGA/s1600-h/DSCF4546.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370401416864880674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sod_opF8WCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/a6EMSCPlBGA/s320/DSCF4546.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Sarah showing off her new "do"<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sod_aM4KVJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LhGiPaQHtIk/s1600-h/DSCF4551.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370401168772715666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sod_aM4KVJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LhGiPaQHtIk/s320/DSCF4551.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Nathan found his toes<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sod_FpfqP-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/1_9_bEqA4gU/s1600-h/DSCF4556.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370400815677325282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sod_FpfqP-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/1_9_bEqA4gU/s320/DSCF4556.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><div>Sarah trying out the Bumbo<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sod-vdEF24I/AAAAAAAAAF8/RXMDqOcwIIY/s1600-h/DSCF4558.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370400434383346562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sod-vdEF24I/AAAAAAAAAF8/RXMDqOcwIIY/s320/DSCF4558.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-73343627349229210762009-08-08T20:07:00.001-07:002009-08-08T20:34:52.892-07:00Utah vacation contined...I seriously need a blogging tutor, I mess up every time..<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn5CqwcP9KI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mSNsKph4Osk/s1600-h/P5160077.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367801108197536930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn5CqwcP9KI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mSNsKph4Osk/s320/P5160077.JPG" /></a>I love this picture of Sarah.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn5CNDtYKyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1QC2B4L7wAQ/s1600-h/P6080082.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367800597973576482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn5CNDtYKyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1QC2B4L7wAQ/s320/P6080082.JPG" /></a> Sarah was so proud of herself putting a bow in Nathan's hair, sorry buddy, it won't happen again.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn5B4OeueaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nyL-7IAnHu8/s1600-h/P6280158.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367800240087660962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn5B4OeueaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nyL-7IAnHu8/s320/P6280158.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn5AQpT-sxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PP7wdhoB0hw/s1600-h/P6300174.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367798460583949074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn5AQpT-sxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PP7wdhoB0hw/s320/P6300174.JPG" /></a> This is where Grandma Ward taught Sarah that it's ok to pee on the grass because there's no bathroom (which she did at least 10 times during the swim). She thought this was great, except she didn't like sitting on the grass so she straddled and let if flow. Now anytime we go anywhere I tell her to use the bathroom so she won't have to go when we get to where we're going and she tells me "it's ok mommy, I can just go on the grass..." thanks mom. (The pool owner will remain anonamous, but please enjoy your fertilized grass)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn4_y_4Dp2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/fNcZzawRupw/s1600-h/P7010187.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367797951244773218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn4_y_4Dp2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/fNcZzawRupw/s320/P7010187.JPG" /></a> We met Jen for lunch (she's taking the pic). A beautiful day in SLC, just outside the church office building.</div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn4_cgtYQNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/frpAF_OOSnY/s1600-h/P7010193.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367797564921364690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn4_cgtYQNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/frpAF_OOSnY/s320/P7010193.JPG" /></a> Sarah's making her most favorite funny face....Spens what a stud.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn4_UC53spI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JNCGfACmA1A/s1600-h/P7010195.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367797419481739922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn4_UC53spI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JNCGfACmA1A/s320/P7010195.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn4-4ijOmjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AUaq6JftieM/s1600-h/P7010197.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367796946940369458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn4-4ijOmjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AUaq6JftieM/s320/P7010197.JPG" /></a> Spens and Sarah at Gateway playing on the splash pad...well sort of Sarah's not a big fan of getting splashed, Spens had to help out.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn4-ifAmBLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DJRNiTD2pVo/s1600-h/P7030199.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367796568032674994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn4-ifAmBLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DJRNiTD2pVo/s320/P7030199.JPG" /></a> A day at Hogle Zoo. Me, Sarah, her "noculars" and the Giraffes.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn4-EAtA8eI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MRKvbkpQV_I/s1600-h/P7040214.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367796044501414370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn4-EAtA8eI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MRKvbkpQV_I/s320/P7040214.JPG" /></a> Three generations, a traditional Kaysville parade photo.</div><br /><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn49qph_UNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9WLQJWlDtFQ/s1600-h/P7040225.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367795608784425170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn49qph_UNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9WLQJWlDtFQ/s320/P7040225.JPG" /></a> For any of you who know Mel Ward (aka my dad) this really needs no explanation. Enjoying the Kaysville parade under a little shade.</div><div><br /><br /><br />I actually do have more recent photos, but my computer is acting funny and it's not allowing me to access them. So when it stops being difficult I'll download more. Nathan is now eating cereal, rolling over and drooling a ton (who knows by the time I get those pics downloaded he may be walking) and Sarah has a darling new haircut, so stay tuned.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-84260790425348709982009-08-08T20:02:00.000-07:002009-08-08T20:50:58.636-07:00Annual Utah vacation<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn48nExIjWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-aMpvQZCFuQ/s1600-h/P7070241.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367794447864597858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sn48nExIjWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-aMpvQZCFuQ/s320/P7070241.JPG" /></a> I love getting together with my old friends, we have some great laughs together. Stacie, Cherilyn, Erin and me. Sorry Kelli and Karin couldn't make it to dinner, but we had a fun park day with the kids.<br /><div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-81152546967689156932009-05-29T18:15:00.001-07:002009-05-29T18:20:55.536-07:00I am absolutely too tired to blog...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SiCJ27XXeUI/AAAAAAAAADs/q4KEADcT1CM/s1600-h/DSCF4353.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341420734803048770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SiCJ27XXeUI/AAAAAAAAADs/q4KEADcT1CM/s320/DSCF4353.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SiCJghTy7AI/AAAAAAAAADk/SQy_yjap3QU/s1600-h/DSCF4367.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341420349851626498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SiCJghTy7AI/AAAAAAAAADk/SQy_yjap3QU/s320/DSCF4367.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SiCJVENaflI/AAAAAAAAADc/zYsCZmnB1w0/s1600-h/DSCF4351.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341420153061670482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SiCJVENaflI/AAAAAAAAADc/zYsCZmnB1w0/s320/DSCF4351.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SiCJOVcv6bI/AAAAAAAAADU/kD4rOWaHpws/s1600-h/DSCF4352.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341420037430307250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SiCJOVcv6bI/AAAAAAAAADU/kD4rOWaHpws/s320/DSCF4352.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SiCJFywomDI/AAAAAAAAADM/x-jO7T61Tbk/s1600-h/DSCF4350.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341419890679519282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SiCJFywomDI/AAAAAAAAADM/x-jO7T61Tbk/s320/DSCF4350.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SiCI72zukiI/AAAAAAAAADE/hHJs00IZBzs/s1600-h/DSCF4349.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341419719967543842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SiCI72zukiI/AAAAAAAAADE/hHJs00IZBzs/s320/DSCF4349.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>...but the pictures speak for themselves...don't you think? What cuties!!!!</div></div></div></div></div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-59048390315081456642009-03-27T14:13:00.000-07:002009-03-27T14:23:47.783-07:00Nathan Henry StinemanNathan finally arrived on March 20th at 3:16 pm, weighing in at 9 lbs 7 oz and almost 20 inches in length. We're so glad to have him in our family.<br /><br />After leaving the hospital I still looked 7 months pregnant, a couple of days after being home Sarah pointed to my stomach and asked me if there was another baby in there....from the mouth of babes :-)Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-54466041315899248082009-03-27T14:12:00.000-07:002009-03-27T14:13:06.046-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sc1BUUj-LUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cepR2WZz3VE/s1600-h/DSCF4119.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317978552367197506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sc1BUUj-LUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cepR2WZz3VE/s320/DSCF4119.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-79623033301348733082009-03-27T14:11:00.002-07:002009-03-27T14:12:22.094-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sc1BJeEBybI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TVE0nqQVzFM/s1600-h/DSCF4147.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317978365939009970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sc1BJeEBybI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TVE0nqQVzFM/s320/DSCF4147.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-9655718290212181422009-03-27T14:11:00.001-07:002009-03-27T14:11:45.260-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sc1A_mITyvI/AAAAAAAAACs/IoirNWbqHz8/s1600-h/DSCF4139.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317978196305758962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sc1A_mITyvI/AAAAAAAAACs/IoirNWbqHz8/s320/DSCF4139.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-72441259943232256342009-03-27T14:04:00.000-07:002009-03-27T14:10:59.582-07:00Nathan Henry Stineman<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sc1AynNNoWI/AAAAAAAAACk/kdlvXNxMfaE/s1600-h/DSCF4068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977973256462690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/Sc1AynNNoWI/AAAAAAAAACk/kdlvXNxMfaE/s320/DSCF4068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-82923161457966852742009-02-24T07:32:00.000-08:002009-02-25T19:50:00.806-08:0023 Days and counting!!!!!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SaQUPev7mpI/AAAAAAAAACc/1bCXPe6mP1M/s1600-h/DSCF4042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388517133982354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SaQUPev7mpI/AAAAAAAAACc/1bCXPe6mP1M/s320/DSCF4042.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SaQUIePcdUI/AAAAAAAAACU/M0TrLYIlRGE/s1600-h/DSCF4041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388396738639170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SaQUIePcdUI/AAAAAAAAACU/M0TrLYIlRGE/s320/DSCF4041.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SaQTcv15k3I/AAAAAAAAACM/A40oqsm7Ybc/s1600-h/DSCF4040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306387645549089650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SaQTcv15k3I/AAAAAAAAACM/A40oqsm7Ybc/s320/DSCF4040.JPG" border="0" /></a> March 19th cannot get here soon enough...these are the final days with this belly. Sarah keeps asking if the baby is here yet. When she wants to talk to him or show him something she does so through my belly button, she thinks it's his little peep hole.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-84003586416221889532009-02-24T07:29:00.000-08:002009-02-24T07:31:36.216-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SaQSpF8rm7I/AAAAAAAAACE/QY7ASd60Jck/s1600-h/P2070127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306386758129916850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SaQSpF8rm7I/AAAAAAAAACE/QY7ASd60Jck/s320/P2070127.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SaQShDOz8lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MqL3pAKCMvs/s1600-h/P2070130.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306386619961700946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SaQShDOz8lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MqL3pAKCMvs/s320/P2070130.JPG" border="0" /></a> We visited St. Charles, a Louis and Clark historial sight along the Missouri river. It was a beautiful 70 degree day. We all relished the warm weather<br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-65630735733667900672009-02-24T07:16:00.000-08:002009-02-24T07:23:49.392-08:00St. Louis<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SaQPalfBFNI/AAAAAAAAABU/eMheOzckjGw/s1600-h/DSCF4037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306383210362508498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SaQPalfBFNI/AAAAAAAAABU/eMheOzckjGw/s320/DSCF4037.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />A couple of weekends ago we road tripped to St. Louis. We went with Kevin's oldest brother Bob and some of his family. We went to watch Bob's youngest son, also Kevin, play basketball (his team won!!!) This was the view from our hotel room. Sarah was thrilled to be staying at a hotel, she explored the entire place. Her favorite was the pool and being able to sleepover. She loved playing with her cousins, Bobby, Caitlyn, Meghan and her Aunt Teri. Thanks to the DVD player in the car and DVD movies from the library she was a perfect traveler.Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-76150940749846696142009-01-31T16:11:00.001-08:002009-01-31T16:27:50.079-08:00Sarah Grace<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYTr3fqK9TI/AAAAAAAAAA8/x5cXOfeU_ok/s1600-h/PC290092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297618400318256434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYTr3fqK9TI/AAAAAAAAAA8/x5cXOfeU_ok/s320/PC290092.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYTrsfYozyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SAW-vsZNVBs/s1600-h/PC290089.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297618211266154274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYTrsfYozyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SAW-vsZNVBs/s320/PC290089.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bedtime for Sarah was often a group effort. Everyone was involved in story time. Aunt Lori and Grandma had several nights of rocking and singing her to bed. Once we got home we had to break that habit<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYTq5Kf2X1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/b6vWHr0y2Uc/s1600-h/PC240025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297617329485930322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYTq5Kf2X1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/b6vWHr0y2Uc/s320/PC240025.JPG" border="0" /></a> Thanks to Spens for helping decorate the tree. Since we were going to be in Utah for Christmas I refused to put up any decorations so thankfully Grandma saved us and we decorated a little tree. Sarah loved it!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYTqFkRF79I/AAAAAAAAAAk/C8jpNd7VsVY/s1600-h/PC210020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297616443050160082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYTqFkRF79I/AAAAAAAAAAk/C8jpNd7VsVY/s320/PC210020.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is her Santa dress. Did I mention I get a lot of grief from Jen and from Kevin that her hair always looks the same. What can I say I don't do hair. I think it's pretty good that it's combed and out of her face (sort of). I would try doing other things, but they often ended up looking ridiculous.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYTphkeE2FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/x1aOlrTjmX8/s1600-h/PC100013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297615824629323858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYTphkeE2FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/x1aOlrTjmX8/s320/PC100013.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>She rode this carousel for over an hour, going around and around, it didn't even phase her. Notice she is riding it alone, I could hardly stomach one ride...Giddyup.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYTpAyPoHbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JyCsta5RLsI/s1600-h/PB280007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297615261391134130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYTpAyPoHbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JyCsta5RLsI/s320/PB280007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My little fashionista. Whenever anyone asks Sarah her name she never just says Sarah, it's always Sarah Grace.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-42516933129760982312009-01-31T15:57:00.000-08:002009-01-31T16:10:23.285-08:00Cake anyone????<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYToKQ5YH8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/p9_btrOQPkQ/s1600-h/P1280127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297614324726505410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkXwP52VF1c/SYToKQ5YH8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/p9_btrOQPkQ/s320/P1280127.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My friend, Melinda, is a Wilton cake decorator so a bunch of us are taking a mini course from her. We first learned to make the buttercream frosting, the next class we had to bring our own thing to decorate and our own frosting. The final class we will be learning how to make roses and other stuff, I don't know what but I'm sure it will be fun. It's been very fun decorating cakes and chatting with the girls. The funny thing about the cake I decorated was that I bought the mold for Sarah's first birthday, but got it home and realized I didn't have a clue as to what I was doing and she was only 1 anyway so what did she care what kind of cake she had. The cake mold has been sitting in my cupboard for 2 years and has finally been put to good use. Happy 1st birthday Sarah...better late than never...Right???</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886198048174366833.post-19904511327572319002009-01-31T07:48:00.000-08:002009-01-31T07:49:51.922-08:00Jen helped me set up our blog, but now she's in Utah and I'm in Illinois and I am completely clueless as to what to do. So this is a test to see if it actually posts anything to my blog.Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05889701279009509675noreply@blogger.com1