tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43053475678205909722024-03-13T12:55:50.086-07:00As Good as it Gets---"Go sell crazy somewhere else, we're all stocked up here."Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-6919683976816327492010-11-03T10:39:00.000-07:002010-11-03T11:51:30.750-07:00I keep telling myself...that today I'm going to update the blog. But, I can't ever seem to make it happen. Between school, an overwhelmingly fun and silly 2 1/2 year old, and my mouth (which is falling apart), it's hard to find time.<br /><br />There is a lot to share. Unfortunately, today won't be the day that happens. However, I am just going to post the things that I think you should see. Some videos and some photos that highlight some of the best of the past 3 months. Okay a lot of photos, and in no particular order. Enjoy!<br /><br />She's just too cute. I had to share this from this morning...<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/elDVZlXjOkY?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/elDVZlXjOkY?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVokvF5XhKM?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVokvF5XhKM?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4ArsECW46k?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4ArsECW46k?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />So maybe it's TMI, and maybe one day she'll hate me for it, but I'm just so proud of her...<br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGDvcsG2Mko?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGDvcsG2Mko?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><div align="center">Family photos by Erika.</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlhYUdd3I/AAAAAAAAExE/MAk4CvJcmSQ/s1600/blogtop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535387409897584498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlhYUdd3I/AAAAAAAAExE/MAk4CvJcmSQ/s320/blogtop.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> My sister is quite the talented photographer. Here is the Capitol Building in DC.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlhUZRldI/AAAAAAAAEw8/XUARbu5aqNo/s1600/wow"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535387408844035538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlhUZRldI/AAAAAAAAEw8/XUARbu5aqNo/s320/wow" border="0" /></a> Ryan with Lego Woody on our trip to Disneyworld.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlhOGwpbI/AAAAAAAAEw0/VysNJ5aXQ-o/s1600/woody"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535387407155766706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlhOGwpbI/AAAAAAAAEw0/VysNJ5aXQ-o/s320/woody" border="0" /></a> Maizey and her cousin Cash, on our last summer trip to the cabin.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlSb1TTdI/AAAAAAAAEws/1cRvhDoMAYI/s1600/throwingball"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535387153142599122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlSb1TTdI/AAAAAAAAEws/1cRvhDoMAYI/s320/throwingball" border="0" /></a>Snotty, and in more ways than one...<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlScF5BwI/AAAAAAAAEwk/LvuKLDnsMMs/s1600/snot"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535387153212180226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlScF5BwI/AAAAAAAAEwk/LvuKLDnsMMs/s320/snot" border="0" /></a> We had a lot of fun on our sissy trip, even if there was some drama and moments where I felt like this. I love her.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlQr9yHbI/AAAAAAAAEwc/4d-Lqw_ccIw/s1600/sissylove"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535387123113401778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlQr9yHbI/AAAAAAAAEwc/4d-Lqw_ccIw/s320/sissylove" border="0" /></a> Richie's Wedding in DC.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlQKJAXdI/AAAAAAAAEwU/NfZRJ0RSjKY/s1600/richie%27sweddin"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535387114033667538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlQKJAXdI/AAAAAAAAEwU/NfZRJ0RSjKY/s320/richie%27sweddin" border="0" /></a> Man alive, I love this boy. SO happy for him.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlQPtOBfI/AAAAAAAAEwM/QEZVY6c0ljU/s1600/richie"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535387115527734770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGlQPtOBfI/AAAAAAAAEwM/QEZVY6c0ljU/s320/richie" border="0" /></a>Maizey representin'<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGk_DVLPDI/AAAAAAAAEwE/TDp1dNOr1E8/s1600/representin%27"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535386820147887154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGk_DVLPDI/AAAAAAAAEwE/TDp1dNOr1E8/s320/representin%27" border="0" /></a><br />My lovely cousin on a night out on the town--DC style.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGk-f4s7DI/AAAAAAAAEv8/vc19hsicbUo/s1600/prettysary"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535386810633219122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGk-f4s7DI/AAAAAAAAEv8/vc19hsicbUo/s320/prettysary" border="0" /></a><br />Getting her toenails painted.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGk98gAspI/AAAAAAAAEv0/jSoISkK1qkc/s1600/paintingtoenails"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535386801134416530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGk98gAspI/AAAAAAAAEv0/jSoISkK1qkc/s320/paintingtoenails" border="0" /></a> I'm in love with Ben Feldmand, my cousin's VERY famous friend. Too bad I'm married and he's gay, or we'd be a match made in heaven, I just know it.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGk9sOPUXI/AAAAAAAAEvs/s-bFHd12MNI/s1600/omgitsbenfeldman"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535386796764909938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGk9sOPUXI/AAAAAAAAEvs/s-bFHd12MNI/s320/omgitsbenfeldman" border="0" /></a> Bringing West Coast Classy to our nation's capitol.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGk9cvJEdI/AAAAAAAAEvk/StYvUJ61XeE/s1600/nuts"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535386792607945170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGk9cvJEdI/AAAAAAAAEvk/StYvUJ61XeE/s320/nuts" border="0" /></a> My boys. Cousin Rich and Jon.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkqp_UnjI/AAAAAAAAEvc/Pqq_zyuWOxs/s1600/myboys"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535386469747957298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkqp_UnjI/AAAAAAAAEvc/Pqq_zyuWOxs/s320/myboys" border="0" /></a> Ryan stylin' in a Chevy Malibu. We upgraded to get this fancy car. ;-)<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkqTPa_fI/AAAAAAAAEvU/wQK9RgJ_mKY/s1600/malibu"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535386463641468402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkqTPa_fI/AAAAAAAAEvU/wQK9RgJ_mKY/s320/malibu" border="0" /></a> </p><div><div><div><div><div><div align="center">I love this man.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkqSgF7gI/AAAAAAAAEvM/Y3VFlA5XP9s/s1600/LOVE"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535386463442955778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkqSgF7gI/AAAAAAAAEvM/Y3VFlA5XP9s/s320/LOVE" border="0" /></a> Maizey on a hike, she yelled "I did it" when she got to the top of this hill.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkqCQYcEI/AAAAAAAAEvE/mvPQ2ck01uE/s1600/ididit"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535386459082092610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkqCQYcEI/AAAAAAAAEvE/mvPQ2ck01uE/s320/ididit" border="0" /></a> Her 3rd Salmon Days.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkp9Fbm7I/AAAAAAAAEu8/xqAS0nrddj0/s1600/horsey"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535386457693985714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkp9Fbm7I/AAAAAAAAEu8/xqAS0nrddj0/s320/horsey" border="0" /></a><br />Ryan at his dream school.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkM1H27TI/AAAAAAAAEu0/NmukYdhmdHc/s1600/hogs"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385957340474674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkM1H27TI/AAAAAAAAEu0/NmukYdhmdHc/s320/hogs" border="0" /></a>She's really got the smiling-for-the-camera thing down. Very natural.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkMuLIvKI/AAAAAAAAEus/OWx-vPhUhnA/s1600/005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385955475176610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkMuLIvKI/AAAAAAAAEus/OWx-vPhUhnA/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Maizey and Harper on a walk. So cute together.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkMcrvrhI/AAAAAAAAEuk/h_-XnjfHoIE/s1600/harperandmoohike"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385950780108306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkMcrvrhI/AAAAAAAAEuk/h_-XnjfHoIE/s320/harperandmoohike" border="0" /></a> The Gebows, looking east coast awesome.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkMbMtrNI/AAAAAAAAEuc/xCJsqZvVi_w/s1600/hanginbythebus"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385950381518034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkMbMtrNI/AAAAAAAAEuc/xCJsqZvVi_w/s320/hanginbythebus" border="0" /></a><br />My lovely auntie Soo, or as Maizey calls her "Harper's grammy."<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkMEKNocI/AAAAAAAAEuU/hh5o9bLzZxE/s1600/gorgeousauntiesoo"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385944197013954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGkMEKNocI/AAAAAAAAEuU/hh5o9bLzZxE/s320/gorgeousauntiesoo" border="0" /></a>Children of the corn hugs.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjyFxsSQI/AAAAAAAAEuM/5ZdScuzVsjA/s1600/Farm_0010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385497954437378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjyFxsSQI/AAAAAAAAEuM/5ZdScuzVsjA/s320/Farm_0010.JPG" border="0" /></a> Trouble.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjx_dHh8I/AAAAAAAAEuE/dIc62xJtIxY/s1600/Farm_0006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385496257529794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjx_dHh8I/AAAAAAAAEuE/dIc62xJtIxY/s320/Farm_0006.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hay ride.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjxSBxaZI/AAAAAAAAEt8/idd_0FnIlDQ/s1600/Farm_0001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385484063238546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjxSBxaZI/AAAAAAAAEt8/idd_0FnIlDQ/s320/Farm_0001.JPG" border="0" /></a> Getting her face painted at the opening of the new South Lake Union Park. Hosted by my amazing friends at the Adventure School.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjxSItcYI/AAAAAAAAEt0/1oI8Lts7BnU/s1600/facepainting"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385484092338562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjxSItcYI/AAAAAAAAEt0/1oI8Lts7BnU/s320/facepainting" border="0" /></a>This dude and I became fast friends in the bar of my hotel in DC. Our friendship was built on matchinr Ray Bans. He was wearing khaki shorts with this blazer and tie. How chic. How intentionally chic.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjxPd60NI/AAAAAAAAEts/z_lnntGldAo/s1600/dooood"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385483375988946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjxPd60NI/AAAAAAAAEts/z_lnntGldAo/s320/dooood" border="0" /></a>Auntie convinced Maize to swim in the frigid water of the canal (even in August). She loved it. <div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjWrZMNQI/AAAAAAAAEtk/ANXUP4Fmqi4/s1600/dipwithauntie"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385027015881986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjWrZMNQI/AAAAAAAAEtk/ANXUP4Fmqi4/s320/dipwithauntie" border="0" /></a> Pretty Girl.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjWaEyyxI/AAAAAAAAEtc/aU6QJjwIjTw/s1600/dandelion"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385022366927634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjWaEyyxI/AAAAAAAAEtc/aU6QJjwIjTw/s320/dandelion" border="0" /></a> Richard's new in-laws must have been so impressed.</div><div>What I love about this photo is that it was taken at the Republican Club of Capitol Hill, that's why I'm doing my best George Bush Jr impression.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjVzBBCZI/AAAAAAAAEtU/3QA7jNxSuxE/s1600/dancepartners"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385011882101138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjVzBBCZI/AAAAAAAAEtU/3QA7jNxSuxE/s320/dancepartners" border="0" /></a> Pretty girl's not-so-pretty mama.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjV0qplHI/AAAAAAAAEtM/reJPPeSjZw8/s1600/cool"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385012325160050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjV0qplHI/AAAAAAAAEtM/reJPPeSjZw8/s320/cool" border="0" /></a> <div>Standing in the center of DC!! This was on our backstage, all access tour of the Capitol Building. Thanks to the Salb family for making it happen!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjVkJl5ZI/AAAAAAAAEtE/q7ceBpJPfMo/s1600/centerofdc"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385007891539346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGjVkJl5ZI/AAAAAAAAEtE/q7ceBpJPfMo/s320/centerofdc" border="0" /></a> Ryan enjoying a glass of frozen (1000calorie) butterbeer.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGixy_5FII/AAAAAAAAEs8/Npws4UbmhOs/s1600/butterbeer"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535384393402094722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGixy_5FII/AAAAAAAAEs8/Npws4UbmhOs/s320/butterbeer" border="0" /></a>Erika dissing the GOP elephant. We Gebows really know how to class up a joint!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGix01PoWI/AAAAAAAAEs0/Lna6xUUjs8E/s1600/boorepublican"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535384393894306146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGix01PoWI/AAAAAAAAEs0/Lna6xUUjs8E/s320/boorepublican" border="0" /></a>I live for sweet kisses.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGixUJCH7I/AAAAAAAAEss/xDAmGFnplns/s1600/blisskiss"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535384385118937010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGixUJCH7I/AAAAAAAAEss/xDAmGFnplns/s320/blisskiss" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Our balcony in Flo-rida.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiw8ULaUI/AAAAAAAAEsk/xpTpYDSRkZc/s1600/balcony"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535384378723232066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiw8ULaUI/AAAAAAAAEsk/xpTpYDSRkZc/s320/balcony" border="0" /></a> <div>Our new baby, Amos (on the right), with his cousin Cash.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiwtOfnDI/AAAAAAAAEsc/wGWQAhqMFTA/s1600/amandcash"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535384374672858162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiwtOfnDI/AAAAAAAAEsc/wGWQAhqMFTA/s320/amandcash" border="0" /></a> <div>Acrobats at the monument. Me.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGihUq-rZI/AAAAAAAAEsU/2ED3fXFfGlk/s1600/acrobatics2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535384110383410578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGihUq-rZI/AAAAAAAAEsU/2ED3fXFfGlk/s320/acrobatics2" border="0" /></a> <div>My sister.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGihV8PqOI/AAAAAAAAEsM/ZBS55y30LuI/s1600/acrobatics"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535384110724262114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGihV8PqOI/AAAAAAAAEsM/ZBS55y30LuI/s320/acrobatics" border="0" /></a> <div>There is that natural smile again.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGihM5EsYI/AAAAAAAAEsE/-3V8lG_lYeg/s1600/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535384108295041410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGihM5EsYI/AAAAAAAAEsE/-3V8lG_lYeg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a> Aliya and Travis looking marvelous on the way to the "Pre-Hoe Down Throw Down." <div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGig7ZYfmI/AAAAAAAAEr8/nUHWlEIsqvk/s1600/049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535384103598718562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGig7ZYfmI/AAAAAAAAEr8/nUHWlEIsqvk/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /></a> The cabin squeezed in all of Aliya's nearest and dearest ladies for the pre pre hoedown throwdown. We're throwing up 101010s here, in case you were wondering.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGigm0hESI/AAAAAAAAEr0/hVcmkd8mvRs/s1600/041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535384098075382050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGigm0hESI/AAAAAAAAEr0/hVcmkd8mvRs/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div>It was amazing to have these girls be in the same place with me, all at once. It had been 7 years since that had happened.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiHHl0jSI/AAAAAAAAErs/E2Sm3KpC3gY/s1600/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383660195515682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiHHl0jSI/AAAAAAAAErs/E2Sm3KpC3gY/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /></a> At Aliya's Hoedown/Committment Ceremony. She looked beautiful. <div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiGzXb-qI/AAAAAAAAErk/uvkOZFkbelI/s1600/037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383654766475938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiGzXb-qI/AAAAAAAAErk/uvkOZFkbelI/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiGlCbsMI/AAAAAAAAErc/0v6aYo0ttXI/s1600/030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383650920280258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiGlCbsMI/AAAAAAAAErc/0v6aYo0ttXI/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /></a> Maizey was so excited to be at the Space Needle. Now, anytime she sees it she shouts "Space Needle ma! I been there!"<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiGBQvaZI/AAAAAAAAErU/V1pW3KBOIfI/s1600/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383641316616594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiGBQvaZI/AAAAAAAAErU/V1pW3KBOIfI/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></a>The committers on their way to the elevators up to the ceremony! <div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiF_80hpI/AAAAAAAAErM/XYJfkU_uLfQ/s1600/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383640964630162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGiF_80hpI/AAAAAAAAErM/XYJfkU_uLfQ/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our family, waiting in line to get to the top!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGhjp9Rt5I/AAAAAAAAErE/kd2fbJxDVmQ/s1600/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383050945410962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGhjp9Rt5I/AAAAAAAAErE/kd2fbJxDVmQ/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></a> Maizey was a ladybug for her school Halloween party last Friday night! A very cute ladybug!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGhjG6XG6I/AAAAAAAAEq8/CaYyW1qyaTo/s1600/034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383041537940386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGhjG6XG6I/AAAAAAAAEq8/CaYyW1qyaTo/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /></a>She bobbed for apples...<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGhi--DkKI/AAAAAAAAEq0/wE9Y1zr-nbc/s1600/029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383039405953186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGhi--DkKI/AAAAAAAAEq0/wE9Y1zr-nbc/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /></a> Danced in the disco room... <div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGhiuBAGPI/AAAAAAAAEqs/xILyzIEb17Q/s1600/017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383034854906098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGhiuBAGPI/AAAAAAAAEqs/xILyzIEb17Q/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div>and just really rocked the whole ladybug thing.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGhiKuBVnI/AAAAAAAAEqk/d9AScJHR-8w/s1600/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383025380054642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGhiKuBVnI/AAAAAAAAEqk/d9AScJHR-8w/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a> She hid under the table when it was time to go.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGf08o6qRI/AAAAAAAAEqc/qn95JkHNB60/s1600/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535381148994808082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGf08o6qRI/AAAAAAAAEqc/qn95JkHNB60/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a> For teick-or-treating Moo dressed up as a Rooster, we went around Nan and Pop's neighborhood and she made out like a bandit.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGfzgX2SxI/AAAAAAAAEqM/DzmT8Fj-Nbw/s1600/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535381124227156754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGfzgX2SxI/AAAAAAAAEqM/DzmT8Fj-Nbw/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGfzZOwUmI/AAAAAAAAEqE/jARUHQryUHE/s1600/069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535381122309968482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGfzZOwUmI/AAAAAAAAEqE/jARUHQryUHE/s320/069.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGfyu3vjwI/AAAAAAAAEp8/Dxs5R9DZRZs/s1600/070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535381110939160322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGfyu3vjwI/AAAAAAAAEp8/Dxs5R9DZRZs/s320/070.JPG" border="0" /></a> We made a bed in the living room, watched a movie, and stayed up late eating candy. I don't know who had more fun, Maizey or Ryan and I.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535381133389698098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TNGf0CgXlDI/AAAAAAAAEqU/2v-16NcW_5A/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-21591382346397702182010-08-04T22:39:00.000-07:002010-08-04T23:46:04.723-07:00Dirty 30 and Other Adventures.So, it's happened. I've turned 30. And, to make matters worse, the "Terrible Twos" do exist. Actually, being 30 has been pretty great. The pressure is off and I'm ready to embrace my greys (no, not really). I've had such a fun summer. I've gone out more with my friends in the past month than I have since I was in my early 20s. We've spent ample time at the cabin and I've even managed to get a little tan.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Maizey</span> being in the t-twos has been simultaneously stressful and exhausting, but with a little dash of hilarious that seems to make it just barely bearable. Luckily I have such an amazing support team that I can get a break when I need it. She's super opinionated and has learned that crying and whining can get you just about anything you want, or at least she thinks it does. She even will turn to me and say "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Maizey</span> crying, mama hold me" to get me to pick her up when she's being a stinker. The most hilarious/insane comment came when she kicked me in the face while we were playing in bed and then said to me (in a snotty tone) "mama need T<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ylenol</span> now?" She only wants to wear pink dresses, but will allow other colored dresses sometimes, and pants only very occasionally. She always asks to see her poop after I change her diaper. She WILL NOT sit on a potty anymore. She says "excuse me" after she burps or sneezes or coughs, but says "gas" after she farts--sort of just to let you know in case you might be wondering. Her favorite foods are oatmeal, eggs, pizza, chocolate, and lollipops (which can either be lollipops or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">popsicles</span>). She is giving out unsolicited "love you ma" and "love you dad" comments, which break my heart. She hates the car when it's hot. She wants to do everything "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">maself</span>." She's super into dinosaurs and is beginning to learn the names of the different dinosaurs, super into her dance/tap class (even though I hate it), and super duper into her kitty ("<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lallie</span> cat"). She's sick again, for probably the 3rd or 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span> time since I've been out of school, so that sucks. But, she's starting school/day-care in September 3 days a week and we're very excited for her. She loves to be with kids more than anything.<br /><br />Summer activities have included: spray parks, petting zoos, live concerts (um, Tim Noah for example!!!), free kids movie Tuesdays at the movie theater, movies under the stars at the park, lots of cabin time, hiking, 2 sailing trips, kayaking, Little Gym and Tap/Ballet classes, lots of gardening with nan, and lots and lots of time at the mall with mommy and auntie(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Nordstrom</span> sale!!!!). We've had a great summer so far, full of super fun activities, but I really miss school. Actually, I should say I really miss adult time. Actually, I should say I really miss me time.<br /><br />Ryan and I will get plenty of quiet, adult time soon. We're going to Florida (um my husband loves Harry Potter and has wanted to go since the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Wizarding</span> World of Harry Potter opened up--and Hawaii was totally booked except for old, ghetto condos, so to Florida it is). I will be going to DC the weekend before for my cousin's wedding. It should be a blast, a good portion of my family will be there and the wedding is at the Capitol Hill club--very fancy. But, I'm nervous. I haven't been on a vacation without <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Maizey</span> for more than 3 days. I will be away from her for 10 days in a row and I'm not sure it won't hurt a little. She's staying with my parents and Ryan's parents so she'll be in good hands. I'm hoping that after a LONG summer of staying home with her that 10 days will be no problem. It certainly sounds good to me right now.<br /><br />Okay, it's time to go nu-night. Here's a few photos of my fun nights out, and be sure to scroll down to see even more updates!!! Go me!<br /><br /><p align="center">Sailing with the family on Elliott Bay. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZpaa4mdI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/M8bsmv1MEOc/s1600/sailing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501808462788073938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZpaa4mdI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/M8bsmv1MEOc/s320/sailing.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tap and ballet class.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZpJJbWRI/AAAAAAAAEII/fNyZM0BkhxI/s1600/Erika+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501808458151450898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZpJJbWRI/AAAAAAAAEII/fNyZM0BkhxI/s320/Erika+008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Practicing while we wait for class to start.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZoUQfG7I/AAAAAAAAEH4/OhKLQPztUE4/s1600/Erika+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501808443953978290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZoUQfG7I/AAAAAAAAEH4/OhKLQPztUE4/s320/Erika+004.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><div>So <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">stinkin</span>' cute.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZn4ZxZqI/AAAAAAAAEHw/k6cbWonTjA4/s1600/Erika+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501808436476733090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZn4ZxZqI/AAAAAAAAEHw/k6cbWonTjA4/s320/Erika+001.JPG" border="0" /></a> My 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">th</span>. Cake time.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZHJINW_I/AAAAAAAAEHo/kqnyOVMxpFg/s1600/30thcake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501807874030787570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZHJINW_I/AAAAAAAAEHo/kqnyOVMxpFg/s320/30thcake.jpg" border="0" /></a> My "special" sign at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">BalMar</span>.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZG8haCJI/AAAAAAAAEHg/uXFMJZmC3o4/s1600/30th.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501807870646814866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZG8haCJI/AAAAAAAAEHg/uXFMJZmC3o4/s320/30th.bmp" border="0" /></a> 90210 style.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZGrkyx4I/AAAAAAAAEHY/XetTI-4J1sY/s1600/026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501807866097616770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZGrkyx4I/AAAAAAAAEHY/XetTI-4J1sY/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I heart him.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZGIhu4jI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/nRKnwrCGxgs/s1600/025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501807856689537586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZGIhu4jI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/nRKnwrCGxgs/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Can you tell?<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZFnotWmI/AAAAAAAAEHI/lXQwhht0cio/s1600/023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501807847860427362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpZFnotWmI/AAAAAAAAEHI/lXQwhht0cio/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Not sober.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpXfR-M45I/AAAAAAAAEHA/AE2DRHBmhnM/s1600/017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501806089698337682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpXfR-M45I/AAAAAAAAEHA/AE2DRHBmhnM/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /></a> Erika and Amy.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpXfB9jqPI/AAAAAAAAEG4/tltow-X203M/s1600/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501806085400668402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpXfB9jqPI/AAAAAAAAEG4/tltow-X203M/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Brothers (again).<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpXe_G7ktI/AAAAAAAAEGw/3lri6xR3gfU/s1600/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501806084634677970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpXe_G7ktI/AAAAAAAAEGw/3lri6xR3gfU/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a> On our way out for the night.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpXeSTas4I/AAAAAAAAEGo/Mr5wtSbMOvQ/s1600/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501806072607454082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpXeSTas4I/AAAAAAAAEGo/Mr5wtSbMOvQ/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a> The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">BP</span> Eclipse premiere--we're very important people. Team Edward and Team Jacob.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpXdpcyWrI/AAAAAAAAEGg/veo0h-TcO1U/s1600/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501806061640899250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpXdpcyWrI/AAAAAAAAEGg/veo0h-TcO1U/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /></a> My friend Connie from school is the singer in a band we went and saw. So fun. The band is so good--check 'em out: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">dysfunksionband</span>.com<br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpV4YWQ-pI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/7z3vU_nwyWU/s1600/024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501804321883355794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpV4YWQ-pI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/7z3vU_nwyWU/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The funny face series:</div><div>Jessica<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpV33CyVoI/AAAAAAAAEGI/k8rcaio6ekc/s1600/020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501804312943285890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpV33CyVoI/AAAAAAAAEGI/k8rcaio6ekc/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /></a> Georgia<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpV3Q9CgoI/AAAAAAAAEGA/fLFslbp0Eew/s1600/016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501804302718632578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpV3Q9CgoI/AAAAAAAAEGA/fLFslbp0Eew/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpV3HUvvuI/AAAAAAAAEF4/ODoJDygSF9w/s1600/015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501804300133711586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpV3HUvvuI/AAAAAAAAEF4/ODoJDygSF9w/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dancing.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501804327177046770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpV4sEYSvI/AAAAAAAAEGY/q6vKA5neyOU/s320/025.JPG" border="0" />Connie on stage.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpVVoK2Z2I/AAAAAAAAEFw/QBTmn2QJXpc/s1600/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501803724835022690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpVVoK2Z2I/AAAAAAAAEFw/QBTmn2QJXpc/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Aww</span>. Fun.<br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpVUwb6gqI/AAAAAAAAEFg/eeZ_-gHOYxs/s1600/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501803709874209442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpVUwb6gqI/AAAAAAAAEFg/eeZ_-gHOYxs/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Cara's last night before she left for the summer. Another reason I'm looking forward to being back in school.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpVUi1CFjI/AAAAAAAAEFY/tZDikVD3lHE/s1600/036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501803706221467186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpVUi1CFjI/AAAAAAAAEFY/tZDikVD3lHE/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /></a> Celebrating another successful quarter.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpVUIO4vYI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/INvxh8S1y6M/s1600/028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501803699082149250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpVUIO4vYI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/INvxh8S1y6M/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-36986947014860241882010-08-04T22:30:00.001-07:002010-08-04T22:39:55.371-07:00Petting ZooIf you haven't been to the petting zoo at Forest Park in Everett, you should. It's free. What more can I say? They also have an awesome spray park. We've been twice so far this summer. The second time Evening Magazine was filming there. Maizey was in several scenes on TV running around in the background. It was very cute.<br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Little pig cooling off. Pork stew.</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpNgw_BMBI/AAAAAAAAEFI/Xjt1o8PHd-w/s1600/110.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501795120086855698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpNgw_BMBI/AAAAAAAAEFI/Xjt1o8PHd-w/s320/110.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Maizey found her favorite goat both times. Baby Mooshu.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpNgUTbRmI/AAAAAAAAEFA/HZ4fKRU_amA/s1600/104.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501795112387823202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpNgUTbRmI/AAAAAAAAEFA/HZ4fKRU_amA/s320/104.JPG" border="0" /></a> Just being her silly, diva self.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpNf3F2bkI/AAAAAAAAEE4/b7Bl3j2lOY4/s1600/101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501795104546254402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpNf3F2bkI/AAAAAAAAEE4/b7Bl3j2lOY4/s320/101.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Maizey and Mooshu, again.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpNfeLx_2I/AAAAAAAAEEw/5qP6ltJ7_9g/s1600/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501795097860243298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpNfeLx_2I/AAAAAAAAEEw/5qP6ltJ7_9g/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The sweetest, little calf ever.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpNe3AxGsI/AAAAAAAAEEo/HyhVLXLWW2k/s1600/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501795087345064642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpNe3AxGsI/AAAAAAAAEEo/HyhVLXLWW2k/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /></div>I told Maizey she can feel good about herself when she goes to the petting zoo, she doesn't eat these animals (or any animals). The other kids do and they shouldn't be allowed to pet them. ;-)Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-85660911318722461712010-08-04T21:18:00.000-07:002010-08-04T22:30:42.819-07:004th of July in TahuyaLet me just tell the story of our 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> of July celebration through photos. A lot of photos. In no particular order thanks to Blogger formatting...<br /><br /><div align="center">Though I don't understand the appeal, the hit the buoy with a rock contest remains one of the cabin's most popular activities.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpFFMeDbjI/AAAAAAAAEEg/8hYIuLElR-0/s1600/all_throw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501785850335424050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpFFMeDbjI/AAAAAAAAEEg/8hYIuLElR-0/s320/all_throw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Even the kiddos get in on it.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpFEg7FlfI/AAAAAAAAEEY/q8NTvVRv5cI/s1600/a_d_rocks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501785838646040050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpFEg7FlfI/AAAAAAAAEEY/q8NTvVRv5cI/s320/a_d_rocks.jpg" border="0" /></a>Erika, red wine and babysitting by large bodies of water don't mix.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501784400406101266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpDwzD9vRI/AAAAAAAAEDo/B4lpNQIjtUE/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /> The balloon house at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tahuya</span> days. Very cool.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpEw2xUu7I/AAAAAAAAEEQ/k-wwIebmWJA/s1600/IMG00144-20100703-1234.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501785500913286066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpEw2xUu7I/AAAAAAAAEEQ/k-wwIebmWJA/s320/IMG00144-20100703-1234.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sparklers and Toddlers? My dad would not be pleased.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpEwncHNeI/AAAAAAAAEEI/npskF_1e9Us/s1600/098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501785496797787618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpEwncHNeI/AAAAAAAAEEI/npskF_1e9Us/s320/098.JPG" border="0" /></a> But both the girls did a good job.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpEvxkfL1I/AAAAAAAAEEA/AOJCWLS08L4/s1600/090.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501785482337398610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpEvxkfL1I/AAAAAAAAEEA/AOJCWLS08L4/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /></a> Though this swing is new, generations of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Gebows</span> have swung from this very tree.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpEvtYdlVI/AAAAAAAAED4/QPOlwZYZ5fo/s1600/075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501785481213220178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpEvtYdlVI/AAAAAAAAED4/QPOlwZYZ5fo/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /></a> Alcohol+Cabin Fever= Interesting Ideas<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpEvMQpb-I/AAAAAAAAEDw/wm2WsaJnUvw/s1600/067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501785472322072546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpEvMQpb-I/AAAAAAAAEDw/wm2WsaJnUvw/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> My brother and his wife (Brion and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mistilyn</span>) sailed up to the cabin and stayed on their boat and took us for a trip. Here is there beautiful boat. <div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpDwSvIVnI/AAAAAAAAEDg/n0X2ljgA1Lk/s1600/050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501784391728780914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpDwSvIVnI/AAAAAAAAEDg/n0X2ljgA1Lk/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /></a> The sailors in my family.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpDv5m08NI/AAAAAAAAEDY/4kukglRfOYc/s1600/044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501784384983068882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpDv5m08NI/AAAAAAAAEDY/4kukglRfOYc/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /></a> The non-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">sailors</span>.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpDva_TGFI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/Linfw9AqpMM/s1600/043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501784376764209234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpDva_TGFI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/Linfw9AqpMM/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Docking the boat in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Hoodsport</span> for the street fair.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpDvA0y02I/AAAAAAAAEDI/KJqYZoNRtr0/s1600/041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501784369740829538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpDvA0y02I/AAAAAAAAEDI/KJqYZoNRtr0/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /></a>Jim, Ryan, and I went to the street fair in the aluminum boat. And got wet. Next time we'll be on the big boat. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501783128037779890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpCmvHt6bI/AAAAAAAAECw/g-PjDW_U8xI/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Brothers (in-law). Ryan was a hero and wore my soaking wet sweatshirt and I wore his less wet sweatshirt.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpCnc8dxpI/AAAAAAAAEDA/nCffh91_7CI/s1600/037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501783140338615954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpCnc8dxpI/AAAAAAAAEDA/nCffh91_7CI/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jon and the kids in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Hoodsport</span>.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpCnMrtWeI/AAAAAAAAEC4/gTJ0X15khec/s1600/028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501783135973366242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpCnMrtWeI/AAAAAAAAEC4/gTJ0X15khec/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Maizey</span>, bringing glamour to the beach (and everywhere she goes for that matter).<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpCmTG6GyI/AAAAAAAAECo/dY4MjGdvUzg/s1600/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501783120518191906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpCmTG6GyI/AAAAAAAAECo/dY4MjGdvUzg/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>And yoga chic in the front yard.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpCl03HoeI/AAAAAAAAECg/Sgr8sP8_d2Y/s1600/yogagirl"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501783112398905826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpCl03HoeI/AAAAAAAAECg/Sgr8sP8_d2Y/s320/yogagirl" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpAH0arLUI/AAAAAAAAECU/8tHelRXxM00/s1600/sucker"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501780397860269378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpAH0arLUI/AAAAAAAAECU/8tHelRXxM00/s320/sucker" border="0" /></a> Daddy giving moo a ride at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Tahuya</span> Days.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpAHgW-5NI/AAAAAAAAECM/OzwB6EZ1Xtc/s1600/shoulders"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501780392476075218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpAHgW-5NI/AAAAAAAAECM/OzwB6EZ1Xtc/s320/shoulders" border="0" /></a> Though Grandma and Grandpa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Gebow</span> died several years ago and we already had big memorials, it took us until this weekend to spread their ashes and get real closure. We all told a story and then we all spread a scoop of their combined ashes and a flower into the canal. It was really lovely. This is exactly what I want done for me when I pass.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpAHZDlUhI/AAAAAAAAECE/rFjqQJaa-6s/s1600/sayinggoodbye"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501780390515659282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpAHZDlUhI/AAAAAAAAECE/rFjqQJaa-6s/s320/sayinggoodbye" border="0" /></a> Then we told Cliff stories. His ashes were placed in a memorial stone beside the campfire--Cliff style.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779502093749970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_TrbSztI/AAAAAAAAEA8/WCg5tJKG-Vs/s320/cliff" border="0" /><br /><div>Sandals and Socks guys. My brother and my dad. So very northwest.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpAG-ociJI/AAAAAAAAEB8/_xW9S5GO-3w/s1600/sandalsandsocksguys"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501780383422515346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpAG-ociJI/AAAAAAAAEB8/_xW9S5GO-3w/s320/sandalsandsocksguys" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Maizey</span> on the deck. Cute.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpAGm3yMfI/AAAAAAAAEB0/m29awUKwZ_8/s1600/reynolsdeck"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501780377044398578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFpAGm3yMfI/AAAAAAAAEB0/m29awUKwZ_8/s320/reynolsdeck" border="0" /></a> Cousins. Ari is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Maizey's</span> idol.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779486253572994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_Swas44I/AAAAAAAAEAk/6xBc7tpUsNE/s320/ariandmaize" border="0" />Cash is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Maizey's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">bff</span>.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779493283457810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_TKmwaxI/AAAAAAAAEAs/drv9r68b0R8/s320/bff" border="0" /><br /><div>Toddlers racing at Shelley and Jon's. We didn't get the jeans and no t-shirt memo.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_t1wdNCI/AAAAAAAAEBs/HhTY7Vw7rEQ/s1600/race"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779951543464994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_t1wdNCI/AAAAAAAAEBs/HhTY7Vw7rEQ/s320/race" border="0" /></a>The blue is genetic. The pink is coincidence.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_toeekCI/AAAAAAAAEBk/aNLG0pUwefc/s1600/pinksandblues"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779947978395682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_toeekCI/AAAAAAAAEBk/aNLG0pUwefc/s320/pinksandblues" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Maizey's</span> favorite part of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Tahuya</span> Days.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_tAF5QzI/AAAAAAAAEBc/JvNKN-g8Ur0/s1600/luckygirl"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779937137869618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_tAF5QzI/AAAAAAAAEBc/JvNKN-g8Ur0/s320/luckygirl" border="0" /></a>Harper. Very festive for the BIG parade.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779509563108626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_UHQILRI/AAAAAAAAEBE/DzeSYK_hbto/s320/festive" border="0" /><br /><div>Closing down the parade.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_s__cbhI/AAAAAAAAEBU/BqNB4O3PMe8/s1600/hot"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779937110814226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_s__cbhI/AAAAAAAAEBU/BqNB4O3PMe8/s320/hot" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Darren. Such a little ham.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_sVidvfI/AAAAAAAAEBM/Ihf7SOYQmPA/s1600/hamdarren"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779925714976242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_sVidvfI/AAAAAAAAEBM/Ihf7SOYQmPA/s320/hamdarren" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Maizey</span> in the hot tub. I love that little neck and back. I could just eat her up!!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_TYnYRZI/AAAAAAAAEA0/gCE7dsDPsVc/s1600/back"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779497044166034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TFo_TYnYRZI/AAAAAAAAEA0/gCE7dsDPsVc/s320/back" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-75002634200844852842010-06-21T14:06:00.000-07:002010-06-21T16:26:11.237-07:00Summer(ish)<div align="left">So today marks the longest day of 2010. I just wish that the longest day of the year would be one where you can actually be outside enjoying it. Not inside with the curtains closed.
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<br /></div><div align="left">So far summer break has been sort of a bust. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maizey</span> and I have both been sick with the devil's flu. It's lasted for weeks for both of us. I just went to the doctor today and found out what I already knew: bronchitis and asthma. But, the good news is that after using my inhaler once I'm already feeling some relief. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maizey</span> is coming out of it too. So, at least we're on the mend.</div><div align="left">
<br /></div><div align="left">But, I am looking forward to a summer of fun and relaxation. I'm so excited to get my read on. I've started The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo--me and everyone else in America, and I have three more waiting for me in my nightstand. I can't wait. </div><div align="left">
<br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Ms. Moo is becoming my best friend and the funniest person I've ever met. She's also so considerate. When I cough she always asks me "Kay ma? Okay?" And, if she happens to see me cry she says "No cry anymore ma" and pats my face. It's so adorable. She also LOVES musicals. She would watch Annie all day everyday if she could. She is learning the words and sings along. And, when I'm trying to get her to fall sleep at night she always, inevitably, lays in bed for awhile singing to herself. She is starting a combo ballet and tap class in the middle of July. I don't really know what will be involved in a dance class for 2 1/2 year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">olds</span>, but I know she'll love it regardless--if there is a mirror and music involved she'll be all about it.</div><div align="left">
<br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">As you probably know, yesterday was Father's Day. We had a fun morning (the rest of the day I was sick so Ryan didn't get the day he REALLY deserved), we took <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maizey</span> to Toy Story 3 and she LOVED it--but maybe slightly less than her daddy. He was very excited to share this with her. It was the first time she has been to a movie (except for the first few months of her life when we took her to Mom and Me at the Movies). She sat and watched the movie and ate popcorn and Skittles. Ryan had to hold her seat down the whole time because she was too little to keep it from folding back up. So cute. Anyway, I have to take a second to say what a wonderful father my daughter has. Ryan loves his baby so much. He is the perfect combination of supportive, loving, fun, and wise. He knows exactly how to make her happy and their bond is overwhelming to me. </div><div align="left">
<br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">On that note, I'm also a very lucky daughter. My dad defines the word supportive. Very few people are as unconditionally supportive as my dad. He gave me so much confidence growing up and I know that I wouldn't be as happy and content today without him. So, I love you dad. Happy father's day. </div><div align="left">
<br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I don't think there is anything else to say????</div><div align="left">
<br /></div><div align="left">Now! Photos!
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<br /></div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maizey's</span> graduation from spring session of Little Gym. She got a medal and she wears it everywhere.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485362902806702306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_sf1XmKOI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/8wsZ1TjKMbs/s320/little+gym.jpg" />
<br /><p align="center">3 of my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">favs</span>: my sweet Moo, spinach pizza, and my bed.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485350942614283362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_hnqLg5GI/AAAAAAAAD6I/M7NNcy-6DTU/s320/pizza+in+bed.jpg" /> <p align="center">The wooden horse that my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gpa</span> made. On one of the few nice days we've had.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485351521457048690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_iJWiYjHI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/LG3DqoMS4CY/s320/woodenhorse.jpg" /> <p align="center">My nursing school cohort on the last day of 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> quarter.
<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_dzYO8NiI/AAAAAAAAD5w/H3JODtRHkac/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485346745908737570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_dzYO8NiI/AAAAAAAAD5w/H3JODtRHkac/s320/005.JPG" /></a> My great friend Cara and I celebrating the last day of 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> quarter.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485346597589932610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_dqvs-2kI/AAAAAAAAD5g/zuqIgr0HX1E/s320/005.JPG" /></p><div align="center">Another attempt at getting a cute photo with my camera-hating hubby. I thought he looked so cute in this shirt. This was the best I could get...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_drD5n82I/AAAAAAAAD5o/aBtXdMM-YZE/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485346603011666786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_drD5n82I/AAAAAAAAD5o/aBtXdMM-YZE/s320/003.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maizey</span> with her first set of big girl princess undies.
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<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_dqWqVsGI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/Ldffo3uO-zQ/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485346590867959906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_dqWqVsGI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/Ldffo3uO-zQ/s320/018.JPG" /></a> So I got home from the grocery store yesterday and this was what I found. My husband decorated my daughter like crazy clown. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maizey</span> was so delighted by herself. She loves makeup so this was like a dream come true.
<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_dp80I4ZI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/-WOfS3m5Jp0/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485346583929741714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_dp80I4ZI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/-WOfS3m5Jp0/s320/003.JPG" /></a> Mama's little clown.
<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_dpSsl_5I/AAAAAAAAD5I/isWP_29n9vc/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485346572623806354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TB_dpSsl_5I/AAAAAAAAD5I/isWP_29n9vc/s320/001.JPG" /></a> This is a video of my girl all decked out. The video isn't great and I'm annoying as always. But, what-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">ev</span>.
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<br />Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-11142233970130790082010-06-05T23:09:00.000-07:002010-06-05T23:51:23.782-07:00I'm On a Roll!<div align="left">WooHoo! You know nursing school is winding down if I'm posting twice in 1 day!<br /><br />We had the pleasure of dear Auntie Aliya last weekend. And, always a pleasure to go to Uvillage. So I'm posting photos to prove it.<br /><br />Maizey is starting to have vivid dreams--that include talking and laughing in her sleep (which is the cutest thing ever and it's how I woke up this morning--the best wake-up ever!!!), but on the flip-side, she's starting to have nightmares too. She just woke up from what was, presumably, a bad nightmare and is now in bedside me, at 11:20pm watching Monster's Inc. This would have been a really excellent post had my moo stayed peacefully asleep.<br /><br />Anyway, here's a few photos to make up for it!<br /></div><p align="center"><br />Breakfast with Auntie Al</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479543487128274338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAs_xQmWBaI/AAAAAAAAD4U/IPheWI5kIH0/s320/happiness" /> <p align="center">Judy and Moo really had a connection. Judy said Maizey is an old soul. I agree with her.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479546536621811186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAtCiw2QpfI/AAAAAAAAD4k/jSU4MOB24Jw/s320/judy" /><br /><div align="center">Gram and Auntie<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAs_w3unCBI/AAAAAAAAD4M/7iUHB3BVoTU/s1600/gramauntiemoo"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479543480452057106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAs_w3unCBI/AAAAAAAAD4M/7iUHB3BVoTU/s320/gramauntiemoo" /></a> My mom and Aliya's mom joined us for breakfast.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAs_aEGv_zI/AAAAAAAAD4E/BBehSeEydxQ/s1600/gma+and+ma"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479543088637542194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAs_aEGv_zI/AAAAAAAAD4E/BBehSeEydxQ/s320/gma+and+ma" /></a><br />I was a very happy lady to have 2 of my fave girls in one room!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAs_Zp5Mv8I/AAAAAAAAD38/z_T25RsSRqM/s1600/auntie+al"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479543081601384386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAs_Zp5Mv8I/AAAAAAAAD38/z_T25RsSRqM/s320/auntie+al" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAs_ZFnxZHI/AAAAAAAAD30/9XaIVlh99mc/s1600/auntiandmoo"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479543071864611954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAs_ZFnxZHI/AAAAAAAAD30/9XaIVlh99mc/s320/auntiandmoo" /></a><br />Attitude at Red Mango. Those teeth are off the charts adorable.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAs_YzlEO3I/AAAAAAAAD3s/9qo6LIoMz0I/s1600/attitude"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479543067021425522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAs_YzlEO3I/AAAAAAAAD3s/9qo6LIoMz0I/s320/attitude" /></a><br />Uncle Travie too! I know she looks mad, but this is actually her camera smile. We're working on it.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAs_YQXpATI/AAAAAAAAD3k/exjCEO0eAkA/s1600/altravandmoo"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479543057569874226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAs_YQXpATI/AAAAAAAAD3k/exjCEO0eAkA/s320/altravandmoo" /></a><br /></div><br /><p align="center">This is me very sad that my daughter won't take a photo with me.<br /></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479546555014852242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAtCj1XgLpI/AAAAAAAAD48/UPsPLsddals/s320/sadmama" />Leave it to Auntie to give moo lipstick to wear. Um, Chanel lipstick. Dangerous.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479546545071643874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/TAtCjQU23OI/AAAAAAAAD4s/Jdhi5PenCew/s320/lipstick" /></p>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-8407804562470374162010-06-05T08:50:00.000-07:002010-06-05T08:55:42.519-07:00Maizey GroovesThis is just a typical Friday night at our house, actually it's a typical M-Sun night. The girl loves to dance.<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Roj1ipTslPM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Roj1ipTslPM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-42560832595893483892010-05-26T21:17:00.001-07:002010-05-27T00:11:57.392-07:00Lots of catching up to do...Hello. Do you guys remember me? Does anyone ever look at this anymore? Anyone beside the people who stumble here from Blogs of Note to leave dirty comments with links to their dirty websites.<br /><br /><br />Anyway, we have A LOT of catching up to do. Sorry about that.<br /><br /><br />So school is really winding down for me. Only 2 days this week, an exam and two clinicals next week, then the last week is an easy half day and a final test that we're required to pass but we get several tries to pass it and no grade for it, so mostly I feel like I'm done. That's an amazing feeling, two more weeks and I will be a third of the way through nursing school!!! That feels so good to say. This is the hardest I've ever worked for anything and I can't tell you the confidence it's given me. I finally believe that I may be capable of anything. This quarter was SO hard. I had to devote so much more of myself and my time. It cost me a lot of my family time, and that killed me, but Maizey barely noticed. She's very lucky to have such an amazing daddy and grammys who take such good care of her. I can't imagine doing this without them. I wouldn't.<br /><br /><br />RyRy has been perpetually sick for the last few months. It's been a bad cold, food poisoning, allergic reactions, you name it. He also lost his daddy toenail and it got really infected. I'm happy to report that I was able to heal it (well his immune system probably had something to do with it too) and apply all of my wound care knowledge. It was awesome, I knew what ointments to use, how to clean it, and how to wrap it. I felt very proud. But, back to Ryan. But, actually there isn't a lot else to say. I don't think??? He's good? He's been watching Maizey a lot lately and when he's not watching Maizey he's watching Avatar: the Last Airbender on Netflix watch instantly. God, I really hate the watch instantly option on Netflix. Who knew there were so many bad movies and television shows out there?<br /><br /><br />Now, to my star. Miss Maizey Lou is 2!!! Can you believe it? I cannot. Time is going so fast. It's so fun to watch her grow up though. I am having conversations with her now and I don't think that there is anything cooler than that. It's so exciting and HILARIOUS! I can't believe the things that come out of her mouth. Ryan and I can often be found crying we are laughing so hard about the random, silly things she says. Lately she always wants me to "move, ma" or "go way, ma!" And though that is very rude, it's still very funny. That said, she has the best manners a mom could hope for. Everytime she asks for anything she always says please and she always says "thanks ma" or "thanks gam" (for gram). She also apologizes to everyone and everything (if she bumps into the wall or chair she apologizes to them too), and she's so lovely to everyone (most of the time). She always wants be sure we're okay after we sneeze or cough or say "ow!" She goes "okay ma? okay?" It's the cutest thing in the world.<br /><br /><br />I think that's enough typing for now. I will tell you the rest through photos. These are just a few months of catching up, I don't have early April or any photos from March in this batch--that would have been too much I think.<br /><br /><br />These aren't in order. Has anyone at Blogger ever actually used the product? It's so impossible to load and arrange photos.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Getting music lessons from Uncle Foos (short for Foosball)</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_39T7SXPtI/AAAAAAAADwo/LwZJCg9uUpI/s1600/maymoo13"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475811240726445778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_39T7SXPtI/AAAAAAAADwo/LwZJCg9uUpI/s400/maymoo13" border="0" /></a> Celebrating their birthdays at Brion and Mistilyn's<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_39TZDnf3I/AAAAAAAADwg/2b6npN96PcA/s1600/maymoo12"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475811231537790834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_39TZDnf3I/AAAAAAAADwg/2b6npN96PcA/s400/maymoo12" border="0" /></a>This is all Auntie Erika. She definitely knows how to capture my Moo.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_39S9YRgUI/AAAAAAAADwY/4RuTl_F_kVA/s1600/maymoo11"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475811224108237122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_39S9YRgUI/AAAAAAAADwY/4RuTl_F_kVA/s400/maymoo11" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Silly girls.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_39SpQKxUI/AAAAAAAADwQ/sEbZWSb80S4/s1600/maymoo10"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475811218705532226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_39SpQKxUI/AAAAAAAADwQ/sEbZWSb80S4/s400/maymoo10" border="0" /></a> <div>As you will see, Maizey has learned to smile for the camera. She has really taken it over the top. Hammin it up...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_39SLz62yI/AAAAAAAADwI/8EWus28Am4U/s1600/maymoo9"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475811210802420514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_39SLz62yI/AAAAAAAADwI/8EWus28Am4U/s400/maymoo9" border="0" /></a> The slide is where it's at.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38tHWM0TI/AAAAAAAADv4/3QpDGmg6rXs/s1600/maymoo8"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475810573948866866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38tHWM0TI/AAAAAAAADv4/3QpDGmg6rXs/s400/maymoo8" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Maizey wearing her "lipsss." She thinks chapstick is lipstick and she has to have it at all times. I swear I really tried to be gender neutral with her. But, she's a girly girl and I love it.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38fyp9wtI/AAAAAAAADvw/wEYH4Qk9pAY/s1600/maymoo7"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475810345056322258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38fyp9wtI/AAAAAAAADvw/wEYH4Qk9pAY/s400/maymoo7" border="0" /></a> <div>On a hike with auntie. Nothing better than hikes with cupcakes.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38fSy5fHI/AAAAAAAADvo/FynS7u6iMQM/s1600/maymoo6"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475810336503856242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38fSy5fHI/AAAAAAAADvo/FynS7u6iMQM/s400/maymoo6" border="0" /></a> <div>My little outdoorsy girl. She loves to go hiking and talks about it all the time.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38fLd9jfI/AAAAAAAADvg/N5eSaRicVbM/s1600/maymoo5"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475810334536994290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38fLd9jfI/AAAAAAAADvg/N5eSaRicVbM/s400/maymoo5" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We're rockin the same jeans and genes.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38es2vChI/AAAAAAAADvY/uZ7b5t_d8HM/s1600/maymoo4"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475810326319401490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38es2vChI/AAAAAAAADvY/uZ7b5t_d8HM/s400/maymoo4" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Soul mates. And, Maizey's back-up mom. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38eR-oi1I/AAAAAAAADvQ/J0Cc_J1dnS0/s1600/maymoo3"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475810319104772946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38eR-oi1I/AAAAAAAADvQ/J0Cc_J1dnS0/s400/maymoo3" border="0" /></a> <div>Sassafrass.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38EzKIygI/AAAAAAAADvI/eDNOojN4OnY/s1600/maymoo2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475809881334794754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38EzKIygI/AAAAAAAADvI/eDNOojN4OnY/s400/maymoo2" border="0" /></a> I just want to eat her up.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38ETotrTI/AAAAAAAADvA/_zD6yIthHGM/s1600/maymoo"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475809872873106738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38ETotrTI/AAAAAAAADvA/_zD6yIthHGM/s400/maymoo" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Modeling her new "pincess jammies" or "nitedess" from cousin Ari (they were Ari's favorite too). She refuses to wear anything beside princess night gowns. It's annoying--mostly because I only have 2 of them. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38DyRO99I/AAAAAAAADu4/ZeNk64FniRg/s1600/071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475809863916255186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38DyRO99I/AAAAAAAADu4/ZeNk64FniRg/s400/071.JPG" border="0" /></a> Auntie and Maize love their Red Mango (so does mommy). In case you are wondering, her pin says "Herbivores Score More" Auntie keeps Maize awesome and embraces her vegetarianism (unlike other family members who think that chicken is not meat). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475807374425042802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_35y4MRr3I/AAAAAAAADuY/V22EyIbdwlU/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div><div>She kept getting ice cream headaches! I've never seen a cuter ice cream headache.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38DuuzPpI/AAAAAAAADuw/mrpAmuH52f4/s1600/042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475809862966525586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38DuuzPpI/AAAAAAAADuw/mrpAmuH52f4/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /></a>She finds bars to swing on everywhere. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475823432229251346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_4IZkLI6RI/AAAAAAAADw4/rLTn_TyoEcg/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>See? Soul mates.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475809850143235394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_38C-9fXUI/AAAAAAAADuo/GtQnOSo0_Ac/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /> <div><br /><div>Mad gym skillz.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_35yQ_PtZI/AAAAAAAADuQ/UwnDOyxTVII/s1600/033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475807363901404562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_35yQ_PtZI/AAAAAAAADuQ/UwnDOyxTVII/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /></a> She does not have mommy's fear of heights (but she did get mommy's fear of worms--phew!)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_35x5Kb2kI/AAAAAAAADuI/CYEaiw_dXSo/s1600/031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475807357505886786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_35x5Kb2kI/AAAAAAAADuI/CYEaiw_dXSo/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /></a> Her favorite past time is dancing in her bedroom, lately she's really been liking Empire State of Mind by Jay-Z. She likes the Hip Hop.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_35xdleFGI/AAAAAAAADuA/2215E9O-OZE/s1600/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475807350103086178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_35xdleFGI/AAAAAAAADuA/2215E9O-OZE/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /></a> Spending Maizey's 2nd Birthday at the Aquarium then to Uvillage for lunch and cupcakes and play with Grammy and Auntie.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_32UweqFsI/AAAAAAAADt4/zOK-ZXc8n10/s1600/059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475803558423697090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_32UweqFsI/AAAAAAAADt4/zOK-ZXc8n10/s400/059.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kissing the otters. They are sososo cute!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_32UQ8IVNI/AAAAAAAADtw/BEmVkxff3VM/s1600/053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475803549957379282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_32UQ8IVNI/AAAAAAAADtw/BEmVkxff3VM/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Maize and Dad ridin' an orca.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_32Tn9fD4I/AAAAAAAADto/Y7ei6RU36Dg/s1600/046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475803538957209474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_32Tn9fD4I/AAAAAAAADto/Y7ei6RU36Dg/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /></a> Getting her face painted. She chose the starfish.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_32TNnGQHI/AAAAAAAADtg/PpGeYZIxx8k/s1600/018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475803531883987058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_32TNnGQHI/AAAAAAAADtg/PpGeYZIxx8k/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /></a> We have this exact same picture from almost 2 years before.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_32SoBsibI/AAAAAAAADtY/fIRGxFKANIQ/s1600/016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475803521795000754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_32SoBsibI/AAAAAAAADtY/fIRGxFKANIQ/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /></a> I psychotically love this photo. It would be at the top of blog if it were not vertical.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_31iB7HImI/AAAAAAAADtA/RFADMLLVIxE/s1600/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475802686933115490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_31iB7HImI/AAAAAAAADtA/RFADMLLVIxE/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /></a> I've been watching lots of "Say Yes to the Dress" lately and had been wanting to try mine on again. Maizey was captivated and quickly asked to wear a dress too. We felt very important. She followed me all over the house.</div><br /><div>I want to get married over again. The trouble with getting engaged at 21 and married at 23 is you don't know anything and you have no taste. I wish I could have a cool, interesting wedding dress to give to my daughter, but oh well. I like my dress, but I don't love it (I didn't even love it then). Wow, I just went off. Sorry.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475802682037709442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_31hvr9KoI/AAAAAAAADs4/Q64Q3lo96ag/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /> Marking her growth chart with her 2 year old height. She's 35inches. They say that your adult height is about twice the height you were at 2. If that's true then she will be 5'10"!!! Tall like her daddy!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_31hEqVGpI/AAAAAAAADsw/0oSiSH4az3k/s1600/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475802670488165010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_31hEqVGpI/AAAAAAAADsw/0oSiSH4az3k/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /></a> We had Moo's bday party at Little Gym again this year. She just loves it!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_31gtSM7SI/AAAAAAAADso/r2hIDgXQzbo/s1600/030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475802664212950306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_31gtSM7SI/AAAAAAAADso/r2hIDgXQzbo/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /></a> Playing on the bars with cousin Harper.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_31gH54rCI/AAAAAAAADsg/ePZKuU1ile0/s1600/049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475802654178847778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_31gH54rCI/AAAAAAAADsg/ePZKuU1ile0/s400/049.JPG" border="0" /></a> OMG. Cute.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_30tQTVphI/AAAAAAAADsY/HR1S3ahw6MI/s1600/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475801780259759634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_30tQTVphI/AAAAAAAADsY/HR1S3ahw6MI/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>She blew out her candles all by herself.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475801770550618610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_30ssIf6fI/AAAAAAAADsQ/z4KMoApE03s/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /> Our annual mother's day hike. This one was really beautiful but a bit treacherous at times.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_30rRZxp8I/AAAAAAAADsA/gil1ixz1s48/s1600/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475801746195457986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_30rRZxp8I/AAAAAAAADsA/gil1ixz1s48/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nothing puts her to sleep like the backpack. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475801758966117906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_30sA-idhI/AAAAAAAADsI/5tKSiJCSlrM/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /> Last weekend we went to the Pacific Science Center and then to what's left of Fun Forest and then onto the Center House for pizza and ice cream. She loves bugs and was super psyched to find this slug.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_30q28UhlI/AAAAAAAADr4/adUkpZoIwpo/s1600/108.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475801739092592210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_30q28UhlI/AAAAAAAADr4/adUkpZoIwpo/s400/108.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Cheesin it up with daddy. She's so funny.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_3zEYz0rLI/AAAAAAAADrw/uzQ9KVa3utU/s1600/097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475799978657230002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_3zEYz0rLI/AAAAAAAADrw/uzQ9KVa3utU/s400/097.JPG" border="0" /></a> The rides at Fun Forest were simultaneously fun and depressing.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_3zDykLefI/AAAAAAAADro/H0xXdUlWsyM/s1600/081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475799968391068146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_3zDykLefI/AAAAAAAADro/H0xXdUlWsyM/s400/081.JPG" border="0" /></a> Assembling a bug.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_3zDK91fHI/AAAAAAAADrg/m2W4v_txnuY/s1600/055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475799957761260658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_3zDK91fHI/AAAAAAAADrg/m2W4v_txnuY/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /></a> Frightened by a GIANT fake bug.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_3zCirwjvI/AAAAAAAADrY/TmhxxeqxyrI/s1600/035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475799946948022002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_3zCirwjvI/AAAAAAAADrY/TmhxxeqxyrI/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /></a> The cutest picture known to man kind. We're hard at work potty training and I happened to catch this moment of her playing harmonica and trying to potty in a princess dress. She likes to be alone in the bathroom and promptly told me to "go way, ma!"<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475799939411142786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_3zCGm06II/AAAAAAAADrQ/-WkzIDRSbOY/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div align="center">We pre-funked at Auntie's before the Taste of West Seattle--lots of dancing.<br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_4Y2wQH3kI/AAAAAAAADzY/7aQE3ZtgPSk/s1600/prettymoo5"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475841525873630786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_4Y2wQH3kI/AAAAAAAADzY/7aQE3ZtgPSk/s400/prettymoo5" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Fashion diva.<br /></p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475841521675862258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_4Y2gnTAPI/AAAAAAAADzQ/rU6rArXjNM4/s400/prettymoo4" border="0" />We're in a real in-between hair period. She has two looks 1. homeless 2. insane. We went with insane on this particular evening.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_4Y2QIFeCI/AAAAAAAADzI/MF4iw7fOYXk/s1600/prettymoo3"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475841517249984546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_4Y2QIFeCI/AAAAAAAADzI/MF4iw7fOYXk/s400/prettymoo3" border="0" /></a> You see what I mean?<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_4Y1_a6tOI/AAAAAAAADzA/JhM8GPCYgpA/s1600/prettymoo2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475841512765568226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_4Y1_a6tOI/AAAAAAAADzA/JhM8GPCYgpA/s400/prettymoo2" border="0" /></a>She loves scented candles.<br /><div align="left"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_4Y1hQbmxI/AAAAAAAADy4/r0JLlIHK2NQ/s1600/prettymoo"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475841504668523282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S_4Y1hQbmxI/AAAAAAAADy4/r0JLlIHK2NQ/s400/prettymoo" border="0" /></a>Here's a LONG video of us chatting tonight. It gets cute at the end.<br /><br /><p>see below...</p></div></div><br /></div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-83334552379089351522010-05-26T20:16:00.000-07:002010-05-26T23:17:06.147-07:00Chat with Maize<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NdWPBHZ-Ggw&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NdWPBHZ-Ggw&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-18178571570421783452010-02-02T17:54:00.001-08:002010-02-02T19:30:18.897-08:00A Post for Post's SakeHi. How are you? I'm good. I'm finding that I have a whole lot less to blog about these days. That's probably because it's not super interesting to sit down and blog about sitting in a class listening to lecture for about 8 hours a day. There is some interesting stuff but most of it I can't tell you because of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">HIPAA</span>. Yeah, so there's that...<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Maizey</span> is moving right along. She's adjusted really well to her new routine. She's with my mom M-W, usually my mom comes and stays with us, but this week <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Maizey</span> is down there (hence the free time to write this post). Thursday and Friday she goes to Ryan's mom's house. She often stays the night Thursday nights, which is also really awesome and gives Ry and I some time to go on a date or just hang out. I usually spend all Friday night and Saturdays with her. I look forward to it all week. It's kind of amazing how differently I feel about her and our relationship when I'm not with her 24/7. Being a stay-at-home-mama just wasn't for me. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sooooo</span> hard!<br /><br />So, what's new on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Maizey</span> front? Well, developmentally she's moving right along. The girl is super coordinated. She does this thing in the shower where she grabs the bar of the little, built-in soap dish thing and then climbs up the wall (still holding on) and hangs with her head upside down. Sound dangerous? It is. Especially because after she hangs for a minute she counts to 3 and lets go, falling into the bath. It's awesome. It keeps me on my toes. She's talking a lot and can easily tell you what she wants. She's not using sentences or even really pairing words, but she is a master at the art of body language and can convey almost everything using her body and single words. She is also a master of manipulation. "Oh, here. Let me grab your finger and take you all over the house. I'll take you to the pantry and beg for 'choc' (chocolate) until you give in--and I'll cry if I have to." Also, she's a performer. My mom and I were at Starbucks yesterday morning before I had to go to school and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Maizey</span> was out in front of the bar (where people gather to wait for their drinks) dancing and jumping and talking a mile a minute to strangers. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Puttin'</span> on a show. She ran around from table to table waiting for people to look at her dancing and laughing and yelling. She then ran with all of her might to see a doggy, but wasn't paying attention and ran face-first into the side of a table. This caused her to breakdown and I'm pretty sure that I became "that mom" of "that toddler" at that point. Oh well. I think it's adorable and hysterical.<br /><br />So, I'm really loving school. It's hard and it's challenging, but in ways I didn't anticipate. The workload isn't quite as big as I originally anticipated. And, the tests aren't <em></em>that<em></em> hard. Really. It was a lot of hype. In actuality, I'm not working as hard as I should be. I've done well on exams and assignments (half-way through I have an 88%), but as Ryan constantly reminds me--I don't want to just scrape by. He tells me that when my patient is "face-down in the muck," I will probably be hating myself for skipping that chapter in the book. He also paid <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">waaaaaay</span> too much attention during orientation and politely reminds me that my goal of maintaining an 80% in nursing school is actually barely passing (in the crazy nursing-school grade scale) and always says "I don't want someone who barely passed to be taking care of me when I'm in the hospital." I love him and his work ethic, but sometimes I want to punch his work ethic in the face. This is the man that graduated college with perfect <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">attendance</span>. Gag.<br /><br />Okay, I need to wind down here so I can prepare for the big premiere tonight!!!! Lost is back for its final season and I can't wait for the nuts-o-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ness</span> to ensue! 3 hours of crazy tonight!<br /><br />Here is a random assortment of photos that I managed to scrape together...<br /><br /><p></p><p align="center">I finally loaded up our photos from Xmas tree hunting. It's a little delinquent, but we were in between cameras at the time and used our video camera to take stills. So, it's taken me a bit to remember to do this. Anyway, Ms. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Maizey</span> was awfully tired and fell asleep in the back pack. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Soooo</span> sweet.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433838584066371170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jfZwoWbmI/AAAAAAAADic/73Mce1yzKuk/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Aww</span>...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433838030260402162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2je5hit9_I/AAAAAAAADiU/xnTAJJqRRYU/s400/029.JPG" border="0" />She loved hanging out in the back. And, as always, putting on a show for all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">passerbys</span>.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433838593879197602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jfaVL6R6I/AAAAAAAADik/JYF6uHfljqU/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /><br />Here she is trying to plead her case about why she should be able to ride in the back with the window down all the way home. Oh the drama. Needless to say, she lost.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jfa61PJBI/AAAAAAAADis/fzLFnhQ9nf0/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433838603984643090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jfa61PJBI/AAAAAAAADis/fzLFnhQ9nf0/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Fabulous <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">dahling</span>, I love the fringe.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433838015654492322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2je4rIZeKI/AAAAAAAADiE/x-C4R0D6QeU/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>No, those aren't her mama's sunglasses. They're her very own stylishly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">oversized</span> sunnies. For all those mornings that follow <em>very </em>long nights. How very young, hip Hollywood.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2je5HZhEtI/AAAAAAAADiM/Q6V7jWnmsWQ/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433838023242486482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2je5HZhEtI/AAAAAAAADiM/Q6V7jWnmsWQ/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /></a> Couldn't choose between these next two. A fun morning at Jump Planet with mommy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">grammy</span>.<br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2je36exNNI/AAAAAAAADh0/VKeCQtZ6fmo/s1600-h/035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433838002594985170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2je36exNNI/AAAAAAAADh0/VKeCQtZ6fmo/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /></a>Those teeth? Are you kidding?<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jd8qyOCtI/AAAAAAAADhs/Qzjmz-gc1o0/s1600-h/034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433836984769317586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jd8qyOCtI/AAAAAAAADhs/Qzjmz-gc1o0/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /></a> We're in the middle of---<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">hmm</span>, let's call it a bad hair quarter. More than a day or even a month. This crazy strawberry-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">blond</span> mop has to be controlled. Thank god for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Naartjie</span> and their cute headbands!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433838012350225362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2je4e0mW9I/AAAAAAAADh8/9ocXE8CP79s/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /><br />Post slide. That's all I hear when we go to JP "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">syyyyde</span>? ma! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">syyyyyde</span>?"<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jd8KXlNhI/AAAAAAAADhk/vDbe8AyFCrU/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433836976067655186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jd8KXlNhI/AAAAAAAADhk/vDbe8AyFCrU/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />She's the grand master of drama. She takes lessons from her mama and auntie Erika.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jd7tjc8oI/AAAAAAAADhc/Su0X7ICPM9k/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433836968332817026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jd7tjc8oI/AAAAAAAADhc/Su0X7ICPM9k/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here we are being obnoxious at Nordstrom's Cafe. I provoke it. I love it.<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8nvIlK0rm6k&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8nvIlK0rm6k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Oh, she loves her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">grammy</span>.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jd7UlOUhI/AAAAAAAADhU/AiKRj14cFfs/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433836961629360658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jd7UlOUhI/AAAAAAAADhU/AiKRj14cFfs/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Cute <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Crewcuts</span> outfit courtesy of Auntie Erika. I wish she'd buy me cute <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">JCrew</span> outfits.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jd62i_rrI/AAAAAAAADhM/0n_4xQrWgeg/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433836953566949042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S2jd62i_rrI/AAAAAAAADhM/0n_4xQrWgeg/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /></a> Erika sent me some videos that she took of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Maizey</span> at my parent's last night. Here they are...</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIc5-EZJx8I&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIc5-EZJx8I&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvs0-9OD5Xw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvs0-9OD5Xw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6F4vJTl9cHs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6F4vJTl9cHs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zints5cmaM4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zints5cmaM4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><div align="left">Adieu!</div></div></div></div></div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-516032017221463602010-01-14T19:24:00.000-08:002010-01-14T21:35:08.166-08:00This is for you Aliya!To my dear bestie who resides in a much colder land on the Atlantic ocean: see you won't miss out on an entire 2 years of Maizey's development. But, if Jessica doesn't get going on her blog, we may miss out on some years of Malina's.<br /><br />*warning, this is a lengthy post. You may want to go use the bathroom and hydrate before you sit down to read this one...<br /><br />Yes, I've been busy. So busy I might even miss out on some of Maizey's development (can you hear my heart breaking??). I barely see her, which is why I have so few photos to share. Well, I'm almost done with my second week of nursing school. Tomorrow is my first exam and I am totally lacking in motivation tonight. If you told me at 12noon today that at 7:45pm I still wouldn't have started studying I would have peed my pants--or vomited. But, here I am. I decided to let myself blog and then I would throw myself into my studies.<br /><br />So, yeah, nursing school is pretty intense. A normal day is (in case you were wondering): up by 6am, leave by 6:45ish (Maizey is still asleep--blergh :-( ), get to school and study until 8 or 9am depending on when we start that day, lecture for 7-8hours on didactic day and 3 on lab days, get home about 4:30pm, hang with the babe and accessory persons until about 7 or 8pm, study from 7 or 8 until 10:30. Get up and start over. My carrot is my Friday nights and Saturdays with Maizey and Ryan. Seriously, it's the only way I can make it through.<br /><br />That said, there is some good and even great in this situation. I do miss my baby, and my heart breaks a little each morning when I have to get out of bed and cease snuggling with her warm, sweet, little body while she is still peacefully asleep (I feel a little like I'm tricking her and worry that she wakes up wondering what happened to mama)--I digress, back to the good. I cannot tell you how much more I appreciate her. I'm SOSOSO excited to see her when I get home and every moment with her feels like a gift now. I'd be straight-up lying to your face if I told you it was like that with her before now. I loved her, but we were ALWAYS together and I longed for my private time, now I long for time with her and that feels more special. Also, I really like school. I like my instructors and I like my classmates. I have one friend in particular whom I LOVE--that's you Ms. Whitney. It's nice to have my own life. It's really nice to get to sit in a room full of really bright people who all love what you love. This week we started talking about cell pathology and I was overcome with excitement--I am giddy about this stuff. I get so excited learning about physical assessment and taking a health history. And, we're getting in a routine around here. It's feeling a little more normal and I think Maizey is starting to catch on. She's with my mom 3 days and my mother-in-law 2 days a week so she's with people who love her and as far as I can tell she is as happy as ever, albeit a little confused.<br /><br />Okay, enough with the blab, the blab that you probably just skipped over to get to the pics. I don't blame you. I'm pretty sure you didn't come here to be my therapist. Well, maybe my cousin Kate did. She is, after all, a therapist. A gorgeous therapist who twilights as a fragrance model at Neiman Marcus. It goes without saying that she's cooler than me, and probably you.<br /><br />Also, if you don't know Miike Snow, get to know him! His song Animal is definitely my first fav of 2010!<br /><br /><div align="center">Here are my amazing instructors. Both lecture and my clinical instructor is Shannon, on the left. Shannon recently spent time in--wait for it--------Tahuya! Small world, huh??</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426807628363697474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_kyRj_jUI/AAAAAAAADgc/9h0FN_fEShU/s400/nursing+school2.jpg" border="0" />This is my class of 32. I'm in the back poking out on the left. The yellow hats? Well, they're a long story...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426807626849544962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_kyL6_awI/AAAAAAAADgU/RS2sER0y5NY/s400/nursing+school.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Here are some Xmas Eve photos that Erika recently sent me...</div><div align="center">My angel. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426803772458477938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_hR1MjKXI/AAAAAAAADf0/TLWhNZ5ns40/s400/xmas+eve2" border="0" />My cousin Sarah. Another woman whom I admire enormously. The least pretentious, least judgmental, most loving person in the world. The girl also knows how to have a good time...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426813821654834162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_qaxXqm_I/AAAAAAAADgk/Q2vycF8D1Oc/s400/xmas+sarah" border="0" /><br />Just a couple of nerds...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_iSLURpnI/AAAAAAAADgE/p_N2fg6KDSc/s1600-h/xmas+nerds"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426804877908092530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_iSLURpnI/AAAAAAAADgE/p_N2fg6KDSc/s400/xmas+nerds" border="0" /></a> She's so animated. She keeps me laughing non-stop.<br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_hRiaD8jI/AAAAAAAADfs/27anhlr4hDM/s1600-h/xmas+eve"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426803767414878770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_hRiaD8jI/AAAAAAAADfs/27anhlr4hDM/s400/xmas+eve" border="0" /></a> My daddy-o <div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_hRQ4m6-I/AAAAAAAADfk/dOwfUfVR4eo/s1600-h/xmas+dad"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426803762711161826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_hRQ4m6-I/AAAAAAAADfk/dOwfUfVR4eo/s400/xmas+dad" border="0" /></a> Toddler+no nap+Christmas Eve=very tired baby girl and one VERY stressed out Grinchy mom.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426803775374109282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_hSADsKmI/AAAAAAAADf8/NWBTa088qxo/s400/xmas+eve3" border="0" /><br /><div>OMG, Maizey loves her some Lou Lou! This pictures looks bad for two reasons: firstly, Louise's teeth look like they're lacking in dental maintenance--this is entirely true. Second, this is Lou yawning, not a shriek of pain or discontent. Maizey's shriek is, however, one of total, utter discontent, or joy. Obviously.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_hRDfJl7I/AAAAAAAADfc/R9JO7boOKsQ/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426803759114721202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_hRDfJl7I/AAAAAAAADfc/R9JO7boOKsQ/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /></a>Ryan and I pooled the money we got from his parents for Christmas with some of his extra earnings he made while in Dubai and spent a good, reliable, used Honda amount of money on bedroom furniture. It's quite lovely though, cedar drawers, oak, and hand made. Probably shoulda cleaned off the piles of laundry for its blog debut, but who has the time?<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_gmswRNQI/AAAAAAAADfU/vXElvOnbOhQ/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426803031458002178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_gmswRNQI/AAAAAAAADfU/vXElvOnbOhQ/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Here's the headboard and nightstands. I guess now that we used up all of our furniture funds the cheap Ikea lamps and bedding are going to have to suffice for a while. We also need to get some photos up on those walls! That headboard is so comfortable and soft, I can't tell you!!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_gmPSQ7fI/AAAAAAAADfM/P3cyF_Ae_dc/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426803023547526642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_gmPSQ7fI/AAAAAAAADfM/P3cyF_Ae_dc/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Here's Maizey's first foray into painting. Medium: bathtub washable paint. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_gln5_98I/AAAAAAAADfE/_gRHl8sYP3M/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426803012976768962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_gln5_98I/AAAAAAAADfE/_gRHl8sYP3M/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">It's so much more fun to fill the potty up with treasures and push it around then to sit on it!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_glJXKCHI/AAAAAAAADe8/IdIG3WnL-kI/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426803004777564274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_glJXKCHI/AAAAAAAADe8/IdIG3WnL-kI/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div>We did some shopping at Baby Gap and here she is showing off her new outfit. Auntie hit up Crewcuts last weekend, we'll be putting up some photos of those outfits asap!!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_gkym7s0I/AAAAAAAADe0/9N0VpLwKZU0/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426802998669718338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0_gkym7s0I/AAAAAAAADe0/9N0VpLwKZU0/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /></a>Okay. Now I just want to take a moment to sing some praise. Costco online doesn't let you write reviews so I need to tell the world how glorious this product is via my blog. So, we're on our third King mattress in probably 4 years or so. All 3 of our mattresses got giant dents on either side, with a mountain running medially. I kept thinking that something must be wrong, some of the mattresses were not cheap and they were good brands, we were even able to return one after 2 years because it was so damaged. Anyway, we hypothesized that king mattresses should be on a platform, not a box spring. King box springs come in 2 halves so it would make sense that they could cause the medial mountain. Well, we were right. We found this amazing product at Costco and it solved the problem. No box spring needed and no big, bulky bed frame!!! It's this mesh network that supports the mattress evenly, with rubber feet so your doesn't slip away from the wall. It's so great. If you have the same problem, it will be the best money you've spent!</div><div><a href="http://www.costco.com/Browse/Productgroup.aspx?prodid=11474949&whse=BC&topnav=&cat=2131&hierPath=2131*&lang=en-US">http://www.costco.com/Browse/Productgroup.aspx?prodid=11474949&whse=BC&topnav=&cat=2131&hierPath=2131*&lang=en-US</a></div><div></div><div></div><div>I had a video of Maizey and Louise being silly (and me being annoying and pushy--as usual), but it's taking forever to load. I will put it onto youtube and load the link here asap. Check back... </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2kroYpfdBE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2kroYpfdBE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-49717286629341820462010-01-03T00:14:00.000-08:002010-01-03T01:00:22.752-08:00Teeth and 'TailsI don't have anything to say. But, here is a photo of pure joy. She was so delighted with her appearance. Aren't we all???<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422424575675951154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/S0BSbB6DaDI/AAAAAAAADdg/VegfBp4WdCs/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>Also, here is a link to a loooong video that I uploaded to YouTube. It's the only place that you can load videos that long. Anyway, it's worth the watch if you ask me. She was really enjoying Loulou's company tonight. Don't mind the messy room or the messy toddler...</p><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rm0jDmdkO0E">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rm0jDmdkO0E</a></p>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-51809047185375787162009-12-27T11:28:00.000-08:002009-12-27T11:32:33.851-08:00What a Difference a Year Can Make!<div align="left">We just got the official photo in the mail! Let's compare 2008 and 2009...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center">In 2008 Maizey was little and laid-back, Santa was Asian and quiet. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420000374424363330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sze1n8gMYUI/AAAAAAAADcs/GCTzDLccWSg/s400/santa2008.jpg" border="0" />In 2009 Maizey was big (comparatively) and *spirited*, and as adorable as ever. Santa was white and opinionated. We missed Asian Santa--even if he never "ho ho ho'd!"<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sze1oRW2TlI/AAAAAAAADc0/i469rdjE_lA/s1600-h/santa2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420000380022312530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sze1oRW2TlI/AAAAAAAADc0/i469rdjE_lA/s400/santa2009.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-46673281523415625922009-12-20T21:54:00.000-08:002009-12-20T23:17:26.019-08:00Holiday Fun<div>Hello friends and family! I know. I know. I've been bad. I used to be so good. What can I say? Does the fact that my camera passed away make up for any of it? Well, anyway, here I am to update you. I wanted to start with Thanksgiving, but I'm just going to bypass it and start off fresh. Yes, Ryan is home, safe and sound. It's great to have him back, but definitely having the house to myself for 2 months means that there are some adjustments. Also, there is just that adjustment period. You know, where you're kind of on each other's nerves a lot? But I'd rather have him here than in Dubai--even if he's a little annoying (especially when his dirty socks are left exactly 2 feet beside the laundry hamper--seriously, couldn't he have just put them in the hamper??). Aww, I love my Nis.<br /><br />So tonight we celebrated Christmas with my family. We had dinner and hot buttered rum and some amazing moussey thing from Bakery Nouveau. Then we opened gifts, I have the cutest Lulu Lemon hoodie and some cool earrings to show for it. Maizey doesn't participate in the exchange, she just gets an insane amount of loot. She's got a new kitchen, a big area rug for her bedroom, a Little People barn, a tea set, college money, new See Kai Run Mary Janes, I could go on and on. The girl is set. We had a great time. It was really nice to have my family over. Maizey LOVES to have company.<br /><br />Thursday night we had the 2nd annual Downtown Santa Extravaganza. It was SOSO fun! My whole family (sans Jim) and Ryan's meet downtown. We wait in line to see the Nordstrom Santa and drink apple cider and eat sugar cookies while we wait. Then we take a Maizey and Santa picture and then a huge Maizey and entourage photo. 11 adults to one baby. Both times we've been told that Maizey had the largest entourage of any kid. How lucky is she? But, she's so loved 'cause she's so great. We're really the lucky ones. After Santa we went and rode the carousel, where Maizey obsessed over her first candy cane and enjoyed the horsies. Then we headed to dinner. All 12 of us. It was a great night and I feel so lucky to have our family close by and all so healthy. My mom rolled in a wheelchair because of a recent partial knee replacement, but mostly she just did it for the attention (just kidding mama).<br /><br />The second set of photos are of our attempt at a family Christmas card photo. Um, not easy. It's so funny because Maizey was so great for the Santa photos, but we didn't get a single photo of her looking at the camera during this photo session. When you see our Christmas card you'll see what we mean. This was the best photo we could get. Ry and I look okay in it, but mostly we chose it because it was one of the few where she wasn't screaming. Photo sessions are a type of torture for toddlers. Anyway, enjoy them, the whole thing is funny--in retrospect. Wasn't so funny at the time. Photo sessions are also a type of torture for Ryan. Not easy for me to manage a situation where not only is Ryan annoyed but Maizey is nuts-o. After the session I lost my keys and then I lost my mind. I went home and drank wine. I NEVER drink, but I HAD to drink. I guess you know it's the holidays when you have to hit the bottle to find some peace. Also, if you didn't get a Christmas card and you want one, let me know. I ordered 75 and only sent 39. Otherwise, what will I do with 36 cards?<br /><br />Here are the photos...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8P32WqB6I/AAAAAAAADbk/8BwD3C1J7zQ/s1600-h/moo2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417566328907761570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8P32WqB6I/AAAAAAAADbk/8BwD3C1J7zQ/s320/moo2" border="0" /></a>Sorry about the wacky order. Blogspot photo formatting is my enemy.<br /><br />Here's Maizey waiting in line. She's only entertained by high-priced, cutting-edge technology.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Meeting Santa for, as far as she can remember, the first time.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8P4UgMLsI/AAAAAAAADb0/-u31XYQGxQc/s1600-h/santa"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417566337000812226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8P4UgMLsI/AAAAAAAADb0/-u31XYQGxQc/s320/santa" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8P4xwM6yI/AAAAAAAADcE/TNkrUzdhFZQ/s1600-h/santa3"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417566344852597538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8P4xwM6yI/AAAAAAAADcE/TNkrUzdhFZQ/s320/santa3" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8P4ljE5jI/AAAAAAAADb8/xP5TY3O2VyY/s1600-h/santa2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417566341576320562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8P4ljE5jI/AAAAAAAADb8/xP5TY3O2VyY/s320/santa2" border="0" /></a>Primping for Santa.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Look at the gorgeous girl. She was so great for Santa. Although, I don't think she moved a muscle or even blinked the whole time she was on his lap!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417566484869209522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8QA7Ww3bI/AAAAAAAADcM/dU3umLgzbmM/s320/wheelchairride" border="0" />Rollin' in style with grammy!<br /></div><br /><div align="center">Auntie Mistilyn and Uncle Brion.</div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417564894406582226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8OkWa7H9I/AAAAAAAADaE/BGMpvBPFsJ8/s320/carouselbandm" border="0" />Carousel and candy cane=pure Christmas joy!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417564738429796178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8ObRXKP1I/AAAAAAAADZ8/otkCOeaU3KI/s320/carousel2" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417564730389595842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8OazaOhsI/AAAAAAAADZ0/6Q1lFoSpBgM/s320/carousel" border="0" />Our group shot.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417564723547082866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8OaZ62EHI/AAAAAAAADZk/qmhQYEKNx1U/s320/bigfamilysanta" border="0" />Brion and Mistilyn ran in and just made it. Unfortunately, the first picture is better of everyone. Which to frame???<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417564728364882322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8Oar3f2ZI/AAAAAAAADZs/M8zrmr7oquY/s320/bigfamilysanta2" border="0" />Here's last years photo to compare. Last year we lucked out and got "Diversity Santa" this year we just got plain, old, white Santa. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417584841034108770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8gtZZhD2I/AAAAAAAADcc/lE0Sk9weVYM/s320/bigfamilysanta.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8P4LYeADI/AAAAAAAADbs/j1i3qL73flA/s1600-h/sadbaby"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417566334552506418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8P4LYeADI/AAAAAAAADbs/j1i3qL73flA/s320/sadbaby" border="0" /></a>The photo session. See my sad sad baby-----------><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8PVmzbG5I/AAAAAAAADbU/jMPgwcXMuDU/s1600-h/moo"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565740617898898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8PVmzbG5I/AAAAAAAADbU/jMPgwcXMuDU/s320/moo" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8PVa7nXRI/AAAAAAAADbM/meEG2oCCfLM/s1600-h/momanddad"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565737431031058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8PVa7nXRI/AAAAAAAADbM/meEG2oCCfLM/s320/momanddad" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Aww</span>, I LOVE my handsome hubby.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And, my girl who was sweet for this picture with her mama.</div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8PVOr4UWI/AAAAAAAADbE/AFxiSV9-rz4/s1600-h/mamaandmaizey"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565734143807842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8PVOr4UWI/AAAAAAAADbE/AFxiSV9-rz4/s320/mamaandmaizey" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8PUwFUZGI/AAAAAAAADa8/OkG02T0K2nI/s1600-h/happybaby"></a></p><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8PUwFUZGI/AAAAAAAADa8/OkG02T0K2nI/s1600-h/happybaby"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565725929006178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8PUwFUZGI/AAAAAAAADa8/OkG02T0K2nI/s320/happybaby" border="0" /></a>She was having fun right before the photos really got started.<br /><br /><br />Then I tried to make her happy with some dancing.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8O8SIAsEI/AAAAAAAADa0/Xy8NxgPI0q4/s1600-h/dance"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565305570373698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8O8SIAsEI/AAAAAAAADa0/Xy8NxgPI0q4/s320/dance" border="0" /></a>But, then we had to restrain to even get her in the frame.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8O8OUjx0I/AAAAAAAADas/-bXZ-XGcapQ/s1600-h/dadandmaizey"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565304549263170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8O8OUjx0I/AAAAAAAADas/-bXZ-XGcapQ/s320/dadandmaizey" border="0" /></a> We were at a loss...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8O71RJy_I/AAAAAAAADak/mJEXWURMbYg/s1600-h/crazy4"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565297824091122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8O71RJy_I/AAAAAAAADak/mJEXWURMbYg/s320/crazy4" border="0" /></a> Seriously <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Maizey</span>?<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8O7roSyeI/AAAAAAAADac/Rl5WzHQOFJ8/s1600-h/crazy3"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565295236794850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8O7roSyeI/AAAAAAAADac/Rl5WzHQOFJ8/s320/crazy3" border="0" /></a> At a certain point you just have to laugh...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8O7UBiKVI/AAAAAAAADaU/W3if3mD3L4A/s1600-h/crazy2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565288900208978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8O7UBiKVI/AAAAAAAADaU/W3if3mD3L4A/s320/crazy2" border="0" /></a> And try to make the best of it. But, is this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">frameable</span>? Not really.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8Ok1IZIUI/AAAAAAAADaM/XF-NFd6X9Kc/s1600-h/crazy"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417564902650356034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8Ok1IZIUI/AAAAAAAADaM/XF-NFd6X9Kc/s320/crazy" border="0" /></a> She had her own agenda. Which was mostly just watching dogs walk by.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8OaPXwCXI/AAAAAAAADZc/hSIw-RvFD7s/s1600-h/babyuggs"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417564720715532658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Sy8OaPXwCXI/AAAAAAAADZc/hSIw-RvFD7s/s320/babyuggs" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-54390257741593202262009-12-01T22:41:00.000-08:002009-12-01T22:44:43.377-08:00Something CuteFor you to look at while I'm being a lazy blogger. Ryan gets home tomorrow (praise Jesus), so I should be able to update you then.<br /><div></div><div>Here is a cute photos of some Festive Peeps (they were excited at how well Maizey matched their get-ups) we met while we were shopping at The Bravern. Very fancy.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410525804106734882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SxYMjXnd3SI/AAAAAAAADW8/IQgnTQru4qQ/s320/100.JPG" border="0" /></div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-83798266607167316502009-11-22T12:01:00.000-08:002009-11-22T12:30:22.374-08:00I can't come up with a clever title. Sorry peeps.<div align="center"><div><div><div align="left">You all know the truth. I'm blogged out, but I'm pushing onward. I'm losing my ability to think up catchy titles. The truth is that I should be doing homework. The blog steals away my school time and in a matter of weeks, it will no longer be an option. That's not to say I won't try.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Anyhoo, here are some photos...</div><div align="center">Modeling some new clothes...</div><div align="center">New coat from auntie Erika<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407024681900424162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwmcTPBxu-I/AAAAAAAADV8/3lek_Oz-LbU/s320/IMG00841-20091120-0920.jpg" border="0" />New sweater and jeans.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407023083892721266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Swma2N_DRnI/AAAAAAAADVs/YOaNJWLdvHE/s320/018.JPG" border="0" />Kitty love<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407023086239558978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Swma2WulLUI/AAAAAAAADV0/ZYHBJbA30j8/s320/009.JPG" border="0" />Just being adorable on the bathroom floor--where else?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407024682329689554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwmcTQoHzdI/AAAAAAAADWE/Of-vtaUbLTU/s320/IMG00843-20091120-1616.jpg" border="0" />So, Georgia and I both bought stuff at BP and got tickets to see an early showing of New Moon the night before it came out. Georgia bought enough stuff to merit 3 (almost 4) tickets and I bought enough to get the extra 1. We got to see in the night before it came out at 9pm. We went to Pacific Place and almost the whole movie theater was devoted to this. I think there are like 10 theaters and ours sat 600 if that gives you an idea of how crazy it was! It was SOSOSO fun! The energy was so great and everyone who was there was a HUGE fan. There was lots of screaming during the movie: when it started, when you first saw Edward, when Jacob took his shirt off, when Edward took his shirt off--you get the idea. I felt like I was among my people. The best part was that the movie was SOSOSSOSOSSO good! I LOVED it! I'm almost afraid to tell people that because I'm afraid they'll think I'm crazy, but I really enjoyed it. We had some time to kill before the movie started so we went and had a great dinner at Mexico. Unfortunately, it's probably the last time I'll ever have their amazing curry burrito (because it's coming off the men), but we still had a blast. We met a great group of women who sat behind us in the theater. One lady (Michele) flew from Virginia to be a part of this with her Seattle friends (whom she met in Forks). She is the biggest Twi-Hard I've ever met. Below is a photo of her showing me her photo of Robert Pattinson that she took when she flew to the LA Premiere last Monday. I'm so jealous. I fell in love with her and we're going to be Facebook friends! Anyway, enjoy!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407021994641168034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwmZ20NPlqI/AAAAAAAADUs/HFMlQfXuaos/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407022007147443138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwmZ3iy-M8I/AAAAAAAADU0/V8yox42o5to/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407022017421080898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwmZ4JEZeUI/AAAAAAAADU8/B-0IDi11AQ4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">This weekend I went to spend a couple of nights at my parents' house. We went to Rainforest Cafe in Tukwila and Maizey LOVED. Well, she half loved it and half had a miserable time, as is the case these days. She's pretty opinionated and fussy now when she wants her way--which is almost all the time.</p><p align="center">Giving Grandpa the tour.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407022024357806258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwmZ4i6PgLI/AAAAAAAADVE/eCDmGlm1rrY/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Shark!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407022034322329762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwmZ5IB-EKI/AAAAAAAADVM/Ppiky94NbGo/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">The only photo I got with her where she looks remotely happy. I happened to be pushing my hair behind my ear, but still cute-ish.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407023063452070338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Swma1B1nscI/AAAAAAAADVU/-1bc2hKTW1o/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">The rest of the photos we took looked more like these two...</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407023078249177618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Swma149hohI/AAAAAAAADVk/j4PgHiECB2c/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407023068694883506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Swma1VXmrLI/AAAAAAAADVc/lwAohvzjz3c/s320/020.JPG" border="0" />Ah, you gotta love toddlers...Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-67011583066790462532009-11-16T11:24:00.000-08:002009-11-16T11:58:49.883-08:00DubRyan<div align="left">Do you like my clever title? It was between that and "Ry in Dubai" but DubRyan was more fun, like Bennifer or Brangelina. I wanted to post some of the photos that he's been sending me from Dubai--which is just a few despite my constant nagging and pleading for more. We have just over 2 more weeks until he's home. I am hoping that time flies by. It should, between New Moon, Thanksgiving, and the end of the quarter, I have a lot on my plate--plenty to keep me busy!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><br />Here are some of the photos that Ry has emailed:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Ry says that most of the food is like Indian food (curries and rice), but there is still a Pizza Hut for those days that you're missing home and its abundance of sodium.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404787530662997666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwGpn5Og7qI/AAAAAAAADUE/BwFLldl59PY/s320/dubaipizza.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><br />Being very dramatic. Singing opera, perhaps? In his teeny hotel room.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404786611205991714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwGoyX-4bSI/AAAAAAAADTs/mIYlFVQsgxU/s320/IMG00071-20091116-1314.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><br />Just outside his hotel room. I guess a group of guys play cricket here every morning. Ryan says Dubai is a lot of smoke and mirrors. He's staying in one of the many not-so-nice areas to be closer to the airport (where he works everyday). </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404786607362400066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwGoyJqf30I/AAAAAAAADTk/asFv7SA7qH0/s320/IMG00064-20091107-0828.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> "Flying" a helicopter. I heart him!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404793096829394754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwGur4z_30I/AAAAAAAADUc/c_YvUKkHv6c/s320/ryinheli.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">There was an aerospace trade show in Dubai this week. Ryan went today and happened to see that a plane that he recently worked on was there. Ryan was the lead on this project and designed the interiors. He was treated like a VIP when he went to see it and they reserved a time for him to walk through this plane privately.<br />I am a proud wife.</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404786602454762354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwGox3YbQ3I/AAAAAAAADTc/CxTmZf5zX7g/s320/IMG00077-20091116-1432.jpg" border="0" /><br />So, yes. There is other news. In case you aren't on Facebook, I found out yesterday that I was accepted into the nursing program!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This fact deserves many exclamation points. It's been a long 3 years of pre-reqs, I got pregnant and had a baby along the way, but I finally made it. I feel very proud, I just wish my hubby was here to celebrate with me. Or, as a close second, I was hoping that my hubby would tell me to take myself shopping in celebration, but that didn't happen either. Poo. Oh well, I'm still totally psyched. This is a big deal for me. I want to shout out to my mom and my mother-in-law for their unending support of me and my family through this process. I couldn't have done it without them. And of course to my dear husband. He made me believe that I could do anything I wanted. That my capabilities were endless. I never used to believe him, but he never stopped and finally I did believe him. Now, the real hard work starts. Two years of no blogging, no hanging out, and very little fun. Don't feel bad if you don't hear from me for a couple of years. Seriously, they told me to plan for 70-90hours a week of school, clinicals, and homework. Oh crap. Here we go...</p><br /><p>I don't really have any new photos. Here are 2 of Maizey thinking she is really awesome (we were probably listening to The Spinners Rubberband Man and when that song is on it's done. Maizey's cool level goes from 10/10 to 100/10--or so she thinks) and playing with her rock-and-rolla sunglasses. Also a couple of little videos from Little Gym last week.<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404788264758448802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwGqSn8gkqI/AAAAAAAADUU/BO6TbvrQFOw/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404788257824052642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SwGqSOHOFaI/AAAAAAAADUM/9lFNJDkrg_M/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwNIJ0ANmW2khHz4xKKaW_67g9qwCJVjjLZ0og4DsYFjGRIJziplV0VdOHYne727f0pBFFBDdEKpZxo5SXkLw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwgkupeT5mp4oaCZS-JfEGifOe7_eUyAqUXxsgnCRpFr-2DnWW3RCHSOq-beD0NjTKLt1vLctTMCuokfNya-Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-48333052651569810282009-11-09T11:23:00.000-08:002009-11-09T14:31:12.651-08:00So Blogged Out<img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" />I'm sorry dear friends. I'm so over blogging. I just am. With Ryan gone, it's hard to find the time that is required to post a bunch of photos--Blogger needs to make it easier, write a bunch, and then try to organize it all. If you are a blogger using Blogspot then you know what I mean.<br /><br />So I will cut right to the chase. Today I had my nursing school interview. It went really great and I'm so excited to find out if I get in--which will probably be sometime in the next few weeks, but up to a month. Ugh. Anyway, I found out that I will have even less time to blog if I do get into the program. Apparently all but the very most important functions of life get lost in the shuffle. Sorry to my soon-to-be-neglected friends.<br /><br />I went to the cabin last weekend with Georgia, Jessica, and Jill. We had a nice relaxing weekend and I'm ready to do it all again. Actually, what I'm really ready for is on 11/19 when all four of us head to see New Moon at Pacific Place the night before it actually releases! I can't wait!! Team Edward. How could you ever be anything else?<br /><br />So, I will tell the rest with photos...<br /><br /><div align="center">Here is my new huge frame that it took me forever to put together. Maizey walks up to this and stares at it forever--until she sees the picture of her with her pacifier in, then she just starts crying to me for her paci. I'm so over that damn soothie!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svh026O2LBI/AAAAAAAADQ0/7RNBZs_yl_4/s1600-h/004.JPG"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402196239724194834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svh026O2LBI/AAAAAAAADQ0/7RNBZs_yl_4/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>I can't remember what I put up from our trip to Reminger Farms. So here you go. We had a great time. More photos can be seen at my efficient blogger of a cousin's blogspot:<br /><a href="http://zarling.blogspot.com/2009/10/remlinger-farms.html">http://zarling.blogspot.com/2009/10/remlinger-farms.html</a></p><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svh02lK7OfI/AAAAAAAADQs/O6GZ5T3OP5Q/s1600-h/081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402196234070604274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svh02lK7OfI/AAAAAAAADQs/O6GZ5T3OP5Q/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /></a> She loves the swine. <div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svh02MJ4OWI/AAAAAAAADQk/czZ1jLzkBAc/s1600-h/073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402196227355326818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svh02MJ4OWI/AAAAAAAADQk/czZ1jLzkBAc/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svh01AW58fI/AAAAAAAADQc/EyaX8u7P2BI/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402196207008870898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svh01AW58fI/AAAAAAAADQc/EyaX8u7P2BI/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /></a>On our scary hike into the woods during the girls weekend. It was so beautiful, even if we were being stalked by wildlife.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svh002Inl_I/AAAAAAAADQU/Ca1NIRUUHEs/s1600-h/043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402196204264593394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svh002Inl_I/AAAAAAAADQU/Ca1NIRUUHEs/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /></a>Our fearless leader--she was not afraid of being the first one to stumble upon a giant spider or a dead body.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhzXNPBXdI/AAAAAAAADQM/PdqamRyZbzI/s1600-h/042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402194595557760466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhzXNPBXdI/AAAAAAAADQM/PdqamRyZbzI/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /></a>Aww...<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhzWlA3f8I/AAAAAAAADQE/-YM9D_UyzSE/s1600-h/044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402194584760975298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhzWlA3f8I/AAAAAAAADQE/-YM9D_UyzSE/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /></a>Waiting to make the climb up the tree.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhzWcN-rII/AAAAAAAADP8/wKXugAQAgfU/s1600-h/035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402194582400052354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhzWcN-rII/AAAAAAAADP8/wKXugAQAgfU/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /></a>We had to cross Dry Creek (not dry this time of year) to get to where we were going!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhzViyjU7I/AAAAAAAADP0/--x_apsuKUQ/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402194566984192946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhzViyjU7I/AAAAAAAADP0/--x_apsuKUQ/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div>She wasn't super psyched, but did a very good job!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhzVeHa4LI/AAAAAAAADPs/KVxdNCHdseA/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402194565729542322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhzVeHa4LI/AAAAAAAADPs/KVxdNCHdseA/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /></a>The weather was gorgeous on Friday afternoon. A perfect snuggly cabin kind of day.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhyrfUXoJI/AAAAAAAADPk/tsPJPJCH-wk/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402193844497784978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhyrfUXoJI/AAAAAAAADPk/tsPJPJCH-wk/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svhyqje8oFI/AAAAAAAADPc/x0gV6iPiTUk/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402193828436025426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svhyqje8oFI/AAAAAAAADPc/x0gV6iPiTUk/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /></a>So while I waited for the girls I lit a fire and snuggled up. I eventually turned off the tv and just listened to the sound of the fire and the waves. Seriously, heaven.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhyqAiGhMI/AAAAAAAADPU/CfiJfWrMxU8/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402193819054015682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhyqAiGhMI/AAAAAAAADPU/CfiJfWrMxU8/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div>We went to Jump Planet during drop-in time with Ashley and Ava last week. Maizey loves Ava and we all had a blast!!</div><div>Maizey on the baby jump house.<br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhxK0oyp0I/AAAAAAAADO8/BdLV2ECIYgQ/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402192183773275970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhxK0oyp0I/AAAAAAAADO8/BdLV2ECIYgQ/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>After a fun slide down!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhxJ9C1BiI/AAAAAAAADO0/6dVoxZ5rOVc/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402192168850097698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhxJ9C1BiI/AAAAAAAADO0/6dVoxZ5rOVc/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Can you tell she loves Ava? Who doesn't? That is one smart, sassy, silly 4 year old!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhxI2_0GOI/AAAAAAAADOs/xBJI6wiqNFk/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402192150046972130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhxI2_0GOI/AAAAAAAADOs/xBJI6wiqNFk/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /></a> <p align="center"></p>Checking out a turtle at the zoo a couple of weekends ago.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhxIRghiqI/AAAAAAAADOk/e1fJeEtgAXM/s1600-h/Late_fall_09_066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402192139983620770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhxIRghiqI/AAAAAAAADOk/e1fJeEtgAXM/s320/Late_fall_09_066.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>She's a primatologist wannabe just like her mama.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhxIIXdNhI/AAAAAAAADOc/fh9e8iHWvDo/s1600-h/Late_fall_09_056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402192137529669138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhxIIXdNhI/AAAAAAAADOc/fh9e8iHWvDo/s320/Late_fall_09_056.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Kisses from the goat.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svhwc2c8X5I/AAAAAAAADOU/BO8mhKwej_U/s1600-h/Late_fall_09_029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402191393986469778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svhwc2c8X5I/AAAAAAAADOU/BO8mhKwej_U/s320/Late_fall_09_029.JPG" border="0" /></a>Halloween 2009. My little pumpkin.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhwI8nak4I/AAAAAAAADNM/TUxyUHpP68o/s1600-h/late_fall"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402191052043621250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhwI8nak4I/AAAAAAAADNM/TUxyUHpP68o/s320/late_fall" border="0" /></a>Taking to the streets of West Seattle. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402191054800263250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhwJG4pmFI/AAAAAAAADNU/P1wQNCZ4M3Y/s320/late_fall1" border="0" />Meeting up with Emilie.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402191061306184226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhwJfHyEiI/AAAAAAAADNc/xIpzjF1M1Uw/s320/late_fall2" border="0" />OMG! It was "spuhbub!!!"<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402191063204471602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhwJmMXozI/AAAAAAAADNk/A32rwiNN1fs/s320/late_fall3" border="0" />My girls.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402191067078909554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhwJ0oG3nI/AAAAAAAADNs/12hUD_WyAAA/s320/late_fall4" border="0" />Eventually she got the trick or treating thing down, she'd even go by herself!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402191378834733122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svhwb-AfOEI/AAAAAAAADN0/jzvhBvv4sLQ/s320/late_fall5" border="0" />Sugar break. Only on Halloween. It was a little nuts.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402191383342012802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhwcOzG2YI/AAAAAAAADN8/lL3JLXEY1bU/s320/late_fall6" border="0" />She was feeling all sugar-rushed at this point and in a very good mood. She wanted to share her candy with everyone.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402191386716289714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhwcbXmOrI/AAAAAAAADOE/ajTqJWhk4uE/s320/late_fall7" border="0" />Winding down the day playing with Cash.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402191390149495234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhwcoKIycI/AAAAAAAADOM/gblsrzaTiAs/s320/late_fall8" border="0" />Handing out candy to the trick or treaters at Gma's house.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402193817421922562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Svhyp6c-wQI/AAAAAAAADPM/tgsgrHkqC04/s320/028.JPG" border="0" />Trying to convince me to give her just one more piece of candy. No way baby. She's a chocoholic.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402193806975329490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SvhypTiUZNI/AAAAAAAADPE/W4usVhEsRYw/s320/019.JPG" border="0" />Here is a funny video after a busy afternoon of shopping. Maizey is in love with her new shiny flats. So cute.<br /><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzfTyrXuc4ChKNuj86KrfFpZlHnXikNu8oGSmC__H-GXsu8Qj46rSHl1xFUUsILFnsy3mHJVvEQJwhRqjYLKA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-55037949922659636542009-10-31T09:45:00.000-07:002009-10-31T10:19:50.760-07:00I was lying to myself, and to you.Those boots were torture. I returned them. I had a moment in the car where my feet hurt so bad because of them that I thought I might crack. I was driving, my dogs were barking (I had to say it), and I literally could NOT spread my toes apart. I don't know why this was so troublesome, but the fact that my toes were all bound together and I couldn't spread them out in that moment almost caused me to scream (I might have if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Maizey</span> hadn't been in the car). Those boots were foot straight jackets.<br /><br /><div></div><div>So now, I've decided to embrace NW Casual and all that that implies. North Face coats (I have 4) and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Danskos</span> (also 4) or running shoes and jeans or cords. There is nothing wrong with this. It's easy, comfortable, and makes you look intelligent and environmentally conscientious. More importantly, I can spread my toes apart with ease in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Danskos</span>.</div><br /><div></div><p align="center"><em>Here are the shoes in heaviest rotation. I know it seems sad, but I'm okay with it. And, my brown <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Danskos</span> just look like that because I wore them to a farm yesterday. This photo might give my sister nightmares.</em></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398809206756808546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SuxsXpLZF2I/AAAAAAAADK4/UQzoPpZl5hg/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em>I know you're thinking "weird that Lana lined up her 4 shoes on her coffee table" but I always keep them there so it's not really weird <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">after all</span>.<br /></em></p><br /><div>I'm not saying that it doesn't make me kind of sad to throw in the proverbial towel. I have visions of skinny jeans and edgy boots just like the next girl. But, I also have visions of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bunioned</span> feet and muffin tops. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Somethings</span> gotta give. </div><br /><div></div><div>Okay, moving on. Ryan gets annoyed when I do posts like this. Probably because A. it makes me sound ridiculously stupid and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">narcissistic</span> and B. because he calls this the "family" blog not just my personal blog. But, I take issue with that. It's true that I document <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Maizey</span> comings and goings here, but, this. is. my. blog.</div><br /><div></div><div>On that note, today is HALLOWEEN! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Yay</span>! We have a big day planned. We're headed down to W.Sea to T or T in the junction (where they are doing something kid oriented--I don't know, Erika told me about it). Then we're going to Hiawatha Community Center to see the world-famous (that's a lie) doggy costume contest and parade. I'm pretty sure that will be the highlight of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Maizey's</span> day. Then my parents are coming up and we're headed over to Ry's parent's house for dinner and to open the door for trick or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">treaters</span>! Fun fun! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Maizey</span> is being a casual, comfy pumpkin (her choice for comfort over style reminds me of someone I know). Last year she wore a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">peapod</span> costume that was so cute for all of about 5 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">mins</span>. I decided that this year I wouldn't torture her. She has many years of Halloween costume torture in her future, I figured I'd give her a break this year.</div><br /><div></div><div>Yesterday we did <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Remlinger</span> Farms with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Bethie</span> and Harper and my mom. We had such a good time. I LOVE that place! The rides and the petting zoo and the kid-sized <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">haymaze</span> and the steam train and the pumpkin patch, they all give rise to the quintessential fall destination. What gave rise to the quintessential car ride with a toddler on the way to the quintessential fall destination was when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Maizey</span> (who has made a habit of gagging herself for fun) stuck her fingers so far back in her mouth that she barfed all over herself, her clothes, my in-laws new car (my car was getting new tires put on), and my in-laws <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">carseat</span>. It was AWESOME! I had to pull over on the side of the Hwy and get <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Maizey</span> changed. I thank Allah that I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">happend</span> to have brought my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">carseat</span> with us and had a bag of clothes since <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Maizey</span> was going to my mom's afterward to spend the night. So, I traded out the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">carseat</span> and got <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Maizey</span> changed. She wasn't the slightest bit shaken by the fact that she had just puked up breakfast, nor did she seem to care that this technically, meant that she was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">bulimic</span>. She just played happily in the front seat while I worked tirelessly to clean up puke from the seats of my in-laws car with the 10 wipes I had with me. The rest of the ride in the vomit stenched vehicle was almost equally as awesome. But we shook it off and had a great time. </div><br /><div></div><div>I'm not going to post photos. I'm too lazy, but I'm going to provide you with a viable alternative. Look to the right of the screen. See where there is a link that says "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Zarling</span> Wonderland of Fun: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Remlinger</span> Farms" and has a picture of two little girls in a wagon below it? Go there. You can see photos of our day there. But, here is one photo that you won't find there that I HAVE to share since it's officially my new favorite of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Maizey</span>. We took it as we were getting ready to leave <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Remlinger</span> Farms and she was crawling on my mom's car. It's so cute. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398814616391235458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SuxxShovt4I/AAAAAAAADLA/CiEf6ds5gyg/s320/130.JPG" border="0" />Happy Halloween!!!!</div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-4656849617147333602009-10-23T22:54:00.000-07:002009-10-23T23:20:42.414-07:00I just want to let you knowthat I'm <em>thinking </em>about doing a new blog post. It will probably happen very soon. I'm thinking it will be Sunday. I'm at my parents' house this weekend and therefore without photos. And, let's be honest--what's a blog post without photos anyway? So, I will be home Sunday and try to post then. I do have a very silly and cute video of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Maizey</span> and Jack to share. And, I have very cute new boots to talk about. I know most people don't share new boots news, but since I'm a student and we're now on one income new boots are hard to come by. Not anymore since I just got my first student loan! What what!?! Time to shop! The big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nordstrom</span> half-yearly sale is just around the corner and I just got their MOD card! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Woohoo</span>!*<br /><br />*I'm really just saying this to piss off my far-away hubby. Who, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">btw</span>, won't be home until December 1<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">stish</span>. Poo. But, actually, Ryan, if you're reading this. I did get a MOD card, but it's not what you think. It's good. Trust me. My poor frugal husband with his crazy, clothes obsessed, irresponsible wife. He's just lucky I wear <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Danskos</span>. Not fashion forward, but sturdy, reliable clogs that will probably last the rest of my life. They just don't look good with leggings (at all even sort of, a few unfortunate souls have tried and failed miserably) which is why we have the boots. Oh, and, I re-discovered <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Abercrombie</span>. I braved the cologne and loud music and half-naked models and found cute jeans. Unfortunately it was just in time to find out they reported major losses this quarter and will probably go bu-bye. Maybe if they didn't systematically alienate the people with money (adults) from their stores they wouldn't be in this position. Maybe if they didn't need a crane to get jeans above a size 6 more people would want to shop there. Even if there clothes are over-priced and usually quite worn-in/a-transient-had-this-before-me looking, they're actually pretty cute.<br /><br />And, I'm done. This non-post turned out to pretty much be a post. But, don't worry, a real post is around the corner. And I won't make you feel uncomfortable by bringing up my finances in the next one. I promise.<br /><br />Here's my boot for you to admire--and if you don't, well then you aren't fashion forward and I will just put up pics of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Dansko</span> clogs for you to look at. If you don't admire those, that's where I stop. I won't be putting up photos of Easy Spirits--ever...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396046909241676402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/SuKcExCx0nI/AAAAAAAADEM/A67gdaCn98Q/s320/GAMMBBLE_BLACK-LEATHER_side_zoom.jpg" border="0" />Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-58568917424107385942009-10-12T22:25:00.000-07:002009-10-12T22:27:02.806-07:00The differencebetween babies and toddlers is this: when babies get bored, they cry. when toddlers get bored, they get creative. this was a night when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">maizey</span> was really tired. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ryan</span> is still gone, so when i make dinner at night it's up to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">maizey</span> to keep herself entertained. here's what she came up with...<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>of course, i never quite captured the moment exactly, but you get the idea...</div><div></div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391948723019630226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/StQMy7q0xpI/AAAAAAAADDM/qLyBWmZEmNE/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391948728723760466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/StQMzQ6y5VI/AAAAAAAADDU/P4IpeSun7pY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /></p>i had to attach the videos separately, but they were from this same night. she learned to spin herself around and around and then tries to walk, and she throws a blankie over her head and walks all over the house running into walls. it's all really safe stuff.<br /><br />also, these videos were meant for far away daddy, so that's why i'm bugging her all the time to say "hi" to daddy. but, they're too cute to keep to ourselves.Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305347567820590972.post-43132970320956309602009-10-12T22:23:00.003-07:002009-10-12T22:23:49.819-07:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1NTQxMTQwNTYxNyZwdD*xMjU1NDExNDI3NzMzJnA9MTI1MjEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZvPWEzYTQ5YTUzNmYyNzRiM2Y4ZmJmMDc2MWYxMzA2OTExJm9mPTA=.gif" /><center><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="425" height="381"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&u=http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/633507/20091011/054024.flv&l=http://www.dropshots.com/lana1#date/2009-10-11/05:40:24&d=1" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /><embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&u=http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/633507/20091011/054024.flv&l=http://www.dropshots.com/lana1#date/2009-10-11/05:40:24&d=1" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="381"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:arial; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss65HowE_JI/AAAAAAAADC4/vLnB32ZT1Rc/s320/IMG_1260.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p>gram <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">jan</span> reading to maize.<p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss640zdC2BI/AAAAAAAADCo/f_8Nt1npNmA/s1600-h/IMG_1284.jpg"></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390449021313800210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss640zdC2BI/AAAAAAAADCo/f_8Nt1npNmA/s320/IMG_1284.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p>a water tour of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">tahuya</span>.<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss640BhycfI/AAAAAAAADCg/dwiTgZx6rk0/s1600-h/IMG_1316.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390449007911924210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss640BhycfI/AAAAAAAADCg/dwiTgZx6rk0/s320/IMG_1316.jpg" border="0" /></a>she loves her animals!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390449029236175074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss641Q94sOI/AAAAAAAADCw/Hbma5pBdiXg/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /><br />this is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">what</span> happens right after little gym but right before nap. passed out eating lunch watching "bob" (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">spongebob</span>).<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss64zcI0TTI/AAAAAAAADCY/72T7Y1D_JZA/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390448997875076402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss64zcI0TTI/AAAAAAAADCY/72T7Y1D_JZA/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Our last drive-in of the year. so fun!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss64yklyH-I/AAAAAAAADCQ/V7vwyYpMQ48/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390448982964183010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss64yklyH-I/AAAAAAAADCQ/V7vwyYpMQ48/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">maizey</span> looks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">soso</span> cute in this photo!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63_Vz28zI/AAAAAAAADCI/99KW-S-uV-4/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390448102823359282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63_Vz28zI/AAAAAAAADCI/99KW-S-uV-4/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /></a>a walk in the woods at my favorite park in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">snoco</span>: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">mccollum</span> park<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63-9CzcSI/AAAAAAAADCA/rJ8RP51pHTI/s1600-h/044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390448096175157538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63-9CzcSI/AAAAAAAADCA/rJ8RP51pHTI/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>peek-a-boo with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">grammy</span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63-Pt7NbI/AAAAAAAADB4/8UmBlnf65k8/s1600-h/046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390448084007990706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63-Pt7NbI/AAAAAAAADB4/8UmBlnf65k8/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>eating dirt and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">lookin</span>' good!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss639dqFt3I/AAAAAAAADBw/qbaoirHYCLI/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390448070570129266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss639dqFt3I/AAAAAAAADBw/qbaoirHYCLI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /></a> nick and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">jilly</span> at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">josh's</span> 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">th</span>!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss638yKGBQI/AAAAAAAADBo/a9vbtJOGre8/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390448058893206786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss638yKGBQI/AAAAAAAADBo/a9vbtJOGre8/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /></a>the birthday boy...<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63PqI8j2I/AAAAAAAADBg/1v1YcpPET20/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390447283646795618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63PqI8j2I/AAAAAAAADBg/1v1YcpPET20/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">andy</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">jamie</span>.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63PNnkdxI/AAAAAAAADBY/DkiCJoa5dF8/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390447275990611730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63PNnkdxI/AAAAAAAADBY/DkiCJoa5dF8/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>we finally got to see josh perform with his band and they were SO good, even if it was little loud in there!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63OYrHO7I/AAAAAAAADBQ/QB4Lw3YNcsY/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390447261778394034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63OYrHO7I/AAAAAAAADBQ/QB4Lw3YNcsY/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">andy</span> getting a bit of bad news :-(<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63Nh5dnyI/AAAAAAAADBI/dlSRS-9lTkU/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390447247074631458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63Nh5dnyI/AAAAAAAADBI/dlSRS-9lTkU/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">alicia</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">servin</span>' it up!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390447241774126850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss63NOJuVwI/AAAAAAAADBA/IVINTxCwCKY/s320/006.JPG" border="0" />L-O-V-E<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390446821094495890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss620u_4lpI/AAAAAAAADAo/oXA0-GpyKDk/s320/009.JPG" border="0" />salmon days 2009. so fun! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">maizey</span> was mostly just interested in all the dogs.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss622FGSRzI/AAAAAAAADA4/pB4SFfeRBiM/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390446844206794546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss622FGSRzI/AAAAAAAADA4/pB4SFfeRBiM/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /></a> although the alpaca did get her attention!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss621Whgv7I/AAAAAAAADAw/6vGv4SzNKJw/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390446831704522674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss621Whgv7I/AAAAAAAADAw/6vGv4SzNKJw/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /></a> the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">fam</span>.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390446810052753986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss620F3U-kI/AAAAAAAADAg/pyj6xtYyYjw/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">omg</span>, this was the cutest thing ever. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">maizey</span> LOVED the pony rides. she just got this air about her when she was on the pony like "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">i'm</span> pretty awesome, and we both know it." it was over the top. the best $5 of my life--and hers so far.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss62zS2B4ZI/AAAAAAAADAY/Qu6UJYtfRa4/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390446796357099922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss62zS2B4ZI/AAAAAAAADAY/Qu6UJYtfRa4/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /></a>seriously. i know. she was a natural.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss61ck9EGuI/AAAAAAAADAQ/xA2o6SpaXB0/s1600-h/046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390445306569824994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss61ck9EGuI/AAAAAAAADAQ/xA2o6SpaXB0/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /></a>applauding at the dock dogs show.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss61bw-SmTI/AAAAAAAADAI/LVHvnDa-AGE/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390445292616325426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss61bw-SmTI/AAAAAAAADAI/LVHvnDa-AGE/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /></a> waiting for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">bubba</span> to jump...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390445272591243346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss61amX8GFI/AAAAAAAAC_4/Rt1KuOn4tvw/s320/052.JPG" border="0" />there he goes!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss61bMtJXsI/AAAAAAAADAA/YHR39bqY0wQ/s1600-h/053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390445282880741058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss61bMtJXsI/AAAAAAAADAA/YHR39bqY0wQ/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /></a>um, a chocolate covered <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">dingleberry</span>? no, thanks. i thought ours was the home of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">dingleberry</span>. the worlds fattest cat has less than stellar hygiene.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss61ZzS7lpI/AAAAAAAAC_w/1CFHv8lETT0/s1600-h/063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390445258880030354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss61ZzS7lpI/AAAAAAAAC_w/1CFHv8lETT0/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /></a> more doggies!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss60SCPp_BI/AAAAAAAAC_o/7sUqEHJYG6E/s1600-h/069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390444025942244370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss60SCPp_BI/AAAAAAAAC_o/7sUqEHJYG6E/s320/069.JPG" border="0" /></a>the salmon trying to make it past the ladder! she was totes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">mcgotes</span> into this.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss60RUxgsNI/AAAAAAAAC_g/oHWE8_Xavug/s1600-h/077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390444013736210642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss60RUxgsNI/AAAAAAAAC_g/oHWE8_Xavug/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /></a>with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">grammy</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">grampy</span> or "mum-mum" and "pah-pah"<br /><div align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss60QobmEkI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/STxb2CN1reQ/s1600-h/024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390444001833128514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss60QobmEkI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/STxb2CN1reQ/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /></a> i would like to take a moment to say that since maize has been alive, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">i've</span> been to my fair share of festivals. without a doubt salmon days is the best. all the kiddie stuff is free (bouncy houses etc), it's free to go, the hatchery and stream are so cool to see packed with salmon, and cheap pony rides. i can't believe i ever paid to go to taste of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">edmonds</span>, without a doubt it's the WORST festival <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">i've</span> ever been to.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">this last photo here is a little frightening. it's of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">maizey's</span> baby stroller (one that she can put her dollies in and push around), but instead of putting dollies in it, she just fills it with crap. notice cans of soup and random wrapper <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">garbarge</span>. she looks a little like a bag lady living on the streets. it's a little weird and hopefully not a sign of things to come. i guess i just though of one thing that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">i'd</span> want her to be less than an engineer--bag lady.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss60QDDV9yI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/dWHMZHA1s-w/s1600-h/093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390443991799297826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss60QDDV9yI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/dWHMZHA1s-w/s320/093.JPG" border="0" /></a> oh, okay, i guess this is the last photo. here is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57">maizey</span>--fresh outta the shower. helping daddy pack. the flashlight is so he can clean out the giant holes where his wisdom teeth once resided. i miss him so much. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58">blergh</span>.<br /><div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss60PZSdndI/AAAAAAAAC_I/J9gnVdJjhSs/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390443980588424658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFE7YOyi5vo/Ss60PZSdndI/AAAAAAAAC_I/J9gnVdJjhSs/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a> wow! you're up to date. and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59">i'm</span> off the hook for a little while...</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212266138969176645noreply@blogger.com6