tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56340359482413667302024-03-13T16:17:38.913-04:00You've Got to be Kidding Me!Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-87455518886111235902010-11-01T23:18:00.002-04:002010-11-01T23:32:56.907-04:00Halloween<div align="center">Me getting Evan ready for trick or treating ( I went as Troy Polamalu ;) Just needed a wig)</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM-EcQxh4hI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Rm9IGK3d0-s/s1600/DSC04813.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534788088135541266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM-EcQxh4hI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Rm9IGK3d0-s/s400/DSC04813.JPG" /></a> Evan was a skeleton and Zachary was Iron Man</div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM-Eb8LgTEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/q9iT8b_GEWM/s1600/DSC04819.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534788082607344706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM-Eb8LgTEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/q9iT8b_GEWM/s400/DSC04819.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM-EbnxnokI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-44_0TXsKkU/s1600/DSC04821.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534788077130064450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM-EbnxnokI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-44_0TXsKkU/s400/DSC04821.JPG" /></a> After trick or treating the boys wanted to check out their stash. Zach preferred to pull out his candy one by one and put it in a pile...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM-EbCSVbcI/AAAAAAAAAd8/FZZTb4RGSfs/s1600/DSC04849.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534788067066736066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM-EbCSVbcI/AAAAAAAAAd8/FZZTb4RGSfs/s400/DSC04849.JPG" /></a><br />While Evan liked the line-up method.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM-Eay5y0dI/AAAAAAAAAd0/pSKcyHeVCYw/s1600/DSC04848.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534788062937272786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM-Eay5y0dI/AAAAAAAAAd0/pSKcyHeVCYw/s400/DSC04848.JPG" /></a> Ahhh the sugar high!</div></div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-86579117627079266792010-11-01T22:37:00.004-04:002010-11-01T23:17:24.283-04:00Fall Catch-AllIt's been way to long since I've last posted anything here (sorry mom!), so I have quite a bit to catch up on. I'll start with our activities last weekend.<br /><br />We started out the weekend like this:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM97P7m3LzI/AAAAAAAAAds/CEttt6Zx1Iw/s1600/102.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534777980690575154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM97P7m3LzI/AAAAAAAAAds/CEttt6Zx1Iw/s400/102.jpg" /></a> Jake was carrying Evan to bed when Zachary got under his feet (kind of like a cat) which made Jake trip. Since he couldn't use his hands to break his fall he fell shoulder first full force into the wall, hence the massive hole! Luckily Evan and Jake were OK and our wall was the only thing with any serious injuries. Thankfully hubby is really handy and was able to repair the wall before the weekend was over.<br /><br />The next day I took the boys to <a href="http://www.spencerberryfarm.com/wb/">Spencer Farm </a>to pick out pumpkins and mums. It was a beautiful day and we had a great time until I tried to load everything into my mid-size car. I hate to admit it, but it's really time for a minivan. I drove home with a 50 lb. bush of a mum in the passenger seat, 5 good sized mums in the trunk and both boys had pumpkins under their feet. Shortly into our trip home ladybugs started flying out of the mum and were all over my car. The boys were begging me to save them (the ladybugs not the boys) and had me open up all the windows to help them fly away. They didn't.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM97PtHL4UI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0UqXKHNQWEQ/s1600/DSC04780.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534777976799617346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM97PtHL4UI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0UqXKHNQWEQ/s400/DSC04780.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM97PZybJ8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ly9Z8ZkssTk/s1600/DSC04782.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534777971612264386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM97PZybJ8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ly9Z8ZkssTk/s400/DSC04782.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM97O3q0H5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/I8P2aX-lFjs/s1600/DSC04781.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534777962453540754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM97O3q0H5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/I8P2aX-lFjs/s400/DSC04781.JPG" /></a><br />On Saturday we took the boys to <a href="http://www.indyzoo.com/content.aspx?CID=1404">Zoo Boo</a>. Evan and Zach loved getting dressed up and trick or treating around the zoo. With the cooler temperatures that day the animals were more active and the boys were able to get up close and personal with the cheetahs.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96fuQ5nYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/YzSiXVSxjx4/s1600/DSC04808.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534777152475078018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96fuQ5nYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/YzSiXVSxjx4/s400/DSC04808.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96fSGaJdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hZN2w31V4Z4/s1600/DSC04809.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534777144914879954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96fSGaJdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hZN2w31V4Z4/s400/DSC04809.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96BXUi4nI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tRkimgNZkJ8/s1600/DSC04792.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534776630920274546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96BXUi4nI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tRkimgNZkJ8/s400/DSC04792.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96BDlNycI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ubYO7GxI09w/s1600/DSC04794.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534776625621486018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96BDlNycI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ubYO7GxI09w/s400/DSC04794.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Evan and Zach also had the opportunity to build a bird feeder and a doggie coat hanger while at the zoo.</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96AyOp79I/AAAAAAAAAcs/3P_EHnosTXU/s1600/DSC04797.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534776620963459026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96AyOp79I/AAAAAAAAAcs/3P_EHnosTXU/s400/DSC04797.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96AXQPPdI/AAAAAAAAAck/189CCkhWKFo/s1600/DSC04799.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534776613722340818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96AXQPPdI/AAAAAAAAAck/189CCkhWKFo/s400/DSC04799.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96AEiOuII/AAAAAAAAAcc/S30TNdYvcDU/s1600/DSC04803.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534776608697530498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TM96AEiOuII/AAAAAAAAAcc/S30TNdYvcDU/s400/DSC04803.JPG" /></a> </div> It was a full weekend but tons of fun!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-9437732910339585772010-08-14T21:45:00.004-04:002010-08-14T22:16:05.234-04:00Evan's 5th Birthday Party<div><div><div><div><div><div>Evan had his 5th Birthday Party today at <a href="http://www.my-gym.com/">My Gym</a>. Evan has been waiting for this day for weeks and was so excited this morning he actually woke us up by blowing a whistle in our ears. After our ears stopped ringing the hourly count down began. Evan, Zachary and all of their friends had a great time running, jumping, sliding and playing.</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505453358545446770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TGdMqROVJ3I/AAAAAAAAAag/jHce5GuIB9k/s400/DSC04731.JPG" /> <div></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505453350591000066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TGdMpzl17gI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eWEKziWwGgs/s400/DSC04726.JPG" /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505453338333680706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TGdMpF7eFEI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/v4sAhzRe4Hk/s400/DSC04673.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505453332384596946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TGdMovxGQ9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/RxNFAyWoYos/s400/DSC04720.JPG" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505451004261196306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TGdKhO1OYhI/AAAAAAAAAaA/q-9sLyKvDb4/s400/DSC04695.JPG" /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505450995085198322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TGdKgspfw_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BHE8Y1dP_e8/s400/DSC04672.JPG" /></div><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505450983865988530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TGdKgC2oNbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LYKeQBhkaYI/s400/DSC04665.JPG" /></div><div></div><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505450977233615298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TGdKfqJWOcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/HAypMCO5-dU/s400/DSC04662.JPG" /></div><div> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505450969668311410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TGdKfN9o2XI/AAAAAAAAAZg/2f2fHf6d9pI/s400/DSC04661.JPG" /> <div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-27075341674026897172010-06-08T10:54:00.004-04:002010-06-08T11:27:46.254-04:00First DreamsMost mornings Jake will ask the boys if they had good dreams the night before and what they dreamt about. Usually we get the same response from both boys "yes" and "I dreamed about sleeping". This morning Evan told me that he had a dream last night and when I asked him what the dream was about here is what he told me: "All these houses got up to 100 degrees and then they exploded (he makes a big circle with his arms)". He got quiet for a moment and looked down at his feet then looked up at me with sad eyes and he said "Then I couldn't find my toys in any of the houses. I looked and looked."<br /><br />For a 4 year old this sounds more like a nightmare to me. Which reminds me of the first dream I can remember from my childhood. I must have been about Evan's age. I remember Ernie (from Sesame Street) wearing a sleep mask and then he bit me in the back. I woke up and remember physically feeling a pain in my back. Weird. I guess strange dreams run in the family.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-73523323521789180672010-06-01T22:36:00.008-04:002010-06-01T23:28:39.761-04:00Memorial Day Weekend FunOn Saturday we packed up the boys and a picnic lunch and headed downtown to see the Indianapolis 500 Festival Parade. This was the first time any of us had gone to the parade. We had a great time and found a nice shady spot under a tree to watch the festivities. The boys favorite part was seeing the race cars. I personally always love to see the marching bands and Jake was most excited to see the Purdue marching band and their big drum.<br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478009647741816754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TAXMwDnQT7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/Rmg_R95JjHA/s400/DSC04450.JPG" /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478001240912377602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TAXFGtu7NwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/m4nZhMj6Ab4/s400/DSC04456.JPG" /> </p><p>After the parade it was off to the zoo to see the new cheetah exhibit. The cheetah's were a little nervous in their new environment so this was the only picture we could get of them.</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478001246374330578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TAXFHCFKANI/AAAAAAAAAYo/txqJi9xB04g/s400/DSC04461.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478001257396384722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TAXFHrJBM9I/AAAAAAAAAYw/SdXysAxXh3c/s400/DSC04464.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478008064588387042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TAXLT56EEuI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/nQEOiL_epsw/s400/DSC04467.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478003118049015906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TAXGz-nLOGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/rpdEW5zXos0/s400/DSC04472.JPG" /></p><div><div><div><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478003109116190978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/TAXGzdVbIQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cM8DyZ12ei8/s400/DSC04470.JPG" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>We all had a great time and look forward to going to the parade again next year.</p>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-37684297596668659252010-05-16T21:08:00.004-04:002010-05-17T16:49:59.160-04:00What happens when nobody is looking...(alternately titled: Sticker Shock)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S_CXzThB-NI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/k_Ul_L3p1o4/s1600/DSC04400.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472040454923090130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S_CXzThB-NI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/k_Ul_L3p1o4/s400/DSC04400.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S_CXy5TxWyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Ds0FRJgvN1k/s1600/DSC04393.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472040447888153378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S_CXy5TxWyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Ds0FRJgvN1k/s400/DSC04393.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S_CXyaR4IcI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AdMG7yCvTc8/s1600/DSC04390.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472040439558709698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S_CXyaR4IcI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AdMG7yCvTc8/s400/DSC04390.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S_CXyLnTnWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Fjo9gAqDgiA/s1600/DSC04388.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472040435622059362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S_CXyLnTnWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Fjo9gAqDgiA/s400/DSC04388.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Give these guys 10 minutes and 100 stickers and watch out! <div></div></div></div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-15621639160323919562010-05-07T20:40:00.004-04:002010-05-07T22:41:18.289-04:00Note to SelfJust because it sounds like your 4 year old son in cussing like a sailor in the back of your car doesn't necessarily mean that is the case.<br /><br />The other day on the way home from school I thought I heard Evan saying f*** then s*** over and over. Jake and I looked at each other like noooo it can't be our sweet little boy with such an awful potty mouth. Just as we were about to question Evan on where he learned such language it became very clear to us what he was trying to say. He was sounding out the word function. Why was he trying to say the word function? Not sure, but at that point I really didn't care, I was just glad that my little boy didn't have a mouth like a biker!Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-84333879063230263592010-04-05T21:27:00.011-04:002010-04-05T23:20:48.378-04:00Easter, Bubbles & ArgyleWe spent Easter Sunday on our deck, enjoying the beautiful weather and blowing bubbles...lots of bubbles.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qclSJm-lI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MNUqCUtrXPk/s1600/DSC04000.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456846062854011474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qclSJm-lI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MNUqCUtrXPk/s400/DSC04000.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qckvH3oQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/EwCODlSB-bw/s1600/DSC04005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456846053451473154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qckvH3oQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/EwCODlSB-bw/s400/DSC04005.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qcj8uPKnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/22MsD5blNHU/s1600/DSC04008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456846039922190962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qcj8uPKnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/22MsD5blNHU/s400/DSC04008.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qcFsp5c7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/cZqjGabmOrk/s1600/DSC04038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456845520212947890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qcFsp5c7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/cZqjGabmOrk/s400/DSC04038.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qcFJCwwwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/H7tq95KN9MY/s1600/DSC04050.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456845510653559554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qcFJCwwwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/H7tq95KN9MY/s400/DSC04050.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qcEvxWeRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sJ--OMF1QLg/s1600/DSC04069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456845503869647122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qcEvxWeRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sJ--OMF1QLg/s400/DSC04069.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qcEPmm_fI/AAAAAAAAAXA/RrUFx67hD60/s1600/DSC04070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456845495234657778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qcEPmm_fI/AAAAAAAAAXA/RrUFx67hD60/s400/DSC04070.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qcDnhM0bI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zomy4JssN-U/s1600/DSC04077.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456845484474552754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qcDnhM0bI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zomy4JssN-U/s400/DSC04077.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div> We also tried to get a picture of the boys. Let me rephrase, a<em> good</em> picture of the boys. We got plenty of pictures but as you will soon see it didn't take long before the attempt at a cute picture of Evan and Zach in their argyle sweaters went down hill...way down hill.</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qavDSPeqI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PPTHuVX-oKQ/s1600/DSC04231.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456844031639124642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qavDSPeqI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PPTHuVX-oKQ/s400/DSC04231.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qauYm76xI/AAAAAAAAAWo/2sH3sqfxsSs/s1600/DSC04243.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456844020183198482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qauYm76xI/AAAAAAAAAWo/2sH3sqfxsSs/s400/DSC04243.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qatdLMnOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6Gc7woW0yL4/s1600/DSC04244.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456844004229160162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qatdLMnOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6Gc7woW0yL4/s400/DSC04244.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qatCmym0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/-EgxphbgANM/s1600/DSC04255.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456843997097139010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qatCmym0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/-EgxphbgANM/s400/DSC04255.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qasUABScI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CuEubxodSxM/s1600/DSC04260.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456843984586492354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qasUABScI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CuEubxodSxM/s400/DSC04260.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qZc0h5bzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XpcTra77SoU/s1600/DSC04264.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456842618928983858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qZc0h5bzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XpcTra77SoU/s400/DSC04264.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qZcD8e8GI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ZP-xx5pusKg/s1600/DSC04268.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456842605887156322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qZcD8e8GI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ZP-xx5pusKg/s400/DSC04268.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qZbV6F6TI/AAAAAAAAAV4/EVhpru1lOuo/s1600/DSC04270.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456842593529096498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qZbV6F6TI/AAAAAAAAAV4/EVhpru1lOuo/s400/DSC04270.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qZavvq3wI/AAAAAAAAAVw/HJz0cjqs6Is/s1600/DSC04278.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456842583284834050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qZavvq3wI/AAAAAAAAAVw/HJz0cjqs6Is/s400/DSC04278.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qZZzME9xI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FGfNdPqjFnQ/s1600/DSC04283.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456842567029421842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/S7qZZzME9xI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FGfNdPqjFnQ/s400/DSC04283.JPG" /></a><br />The Easter egg hunt</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxojpDXehirbzqvmGYPNTBVUOdk4FmLkEYQqtnFjpbM7G5klqS4iB10v-ryJ40cgFU0q9T1ylLd2nx2e_HCvw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzvx4rrdc4WlEpb-KFhihcN_xXUOZmbAA8xlRTgnfA5_7goWmPHs-93KDy9Gcm_xt_Ys3O4d-I3xv7VU024mg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-64722981424430232452010-03-26T17:55:00.002-04:002010-03-26T18:09:26.984-04:00My Little PatriotEvan loves to say the Pledge of Allegiance and will recite it anytime that he sees an American flag. Recently he started singing "My Country Tis of Thee" as well, which I find adorable since he gets a lot of the words wrong, so I decided that I had to record him doing his thing.<br /><br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='352' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxJwE7cjoEUPyydFr5aEDEPqB2yr2bIzNk90Z8n6jH22Dh_LuAU-NC38Af5qM15c2T9cf771eVGRDrWVcRLLQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-22470147876410818922010-03-13T16:37:00.002-05:002010-03-13T17:32:07.021-05:00ImaginationToday Evan and Zachary had a very full and busy day. They hosted a birthday party. And let me tell you they were hands on with the preparations. They blew up the balloons and baked the cake (chocolate chip pancake flavor - of course!). Unfortunately the party came to an abrupt end when space aliens came and blew up the cake - I hate it when that happens.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-74318072519157987452010-02-19T17:15:00.002-05:002010-02-19T17:22:20.306-05:00Happy Birthday Pop Pop!!<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxo_UbZhyxOkzWfIseFlY0mwCu7HPB1j3f4xtcXIJBrUG72HdNIptJNeIO_6s4I2qdaalGaB-s7X86AP5vSCA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>We love you! Happy Birthday!</p>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-30727529734456001022010-01-27T09:00:00.005-05:002010-01-27T11:20:43.319-05:00Saying GoodbyeLately Evan has been having difficulties when we leave him at school. He has been crying a lot and often will try to follow me out of his classroom. We have been working with him over these last several weeks trying to encourage him and build his confidence so that these mornings will not be so hard. We have seen great improvements and now he only cries one day a week (which happens to always be a Tuesday - I'll have to figure that one out later).<br /><br />So, this morning I was hoping for a tear free morning, since it is Wednesday - show and tell day -one of his favorite days of the week. Sure enough Evan walked into the classroom and was instantly greeted by his classmates who were all excited about the new heart shaped name tags on their desks. Evan also noted that there were taped off squares on the carpet indicating new toy play areas that were going to be enforced that day. So much excitement for a 4 year old!<br /><br />Instantly, Evan was off playing with his friends without much of a goodbye for me. I found myself at the doorway trying to get Evan's attention. I'm calling out his name and waving to him from across the room like some deranged fan. He waves back and happily says "Goodbye Mom! Have a good day!" and is off again playing.<br /><br />I thought for sure he would run over to me and beg me to stay. I start thinking to myself why isn't he chasing after me, he should be wrapped around my ankle by now. I found myself wanting to linger. I wanted to go in back in the classroom and give him another hug and kiss. I was wanting to act just like Evan had been for the last couple of months and cry. But I didn't. Oh how quickly the roles can reverse! I finally left school happy that my son was not crying and admittedly a little sad that he could have cared less that I was leaving. Tomorrow we'll see if both of us can get on the same page :)Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-89547981990525947952009-12-29T22:30:00.000-05:002009-12-30T14:17:04.509-05:00Fun in the SnowThe boys finally got to use their new gloves, boots and snow pants this weekend. They have been dying to put on their boots ever since I brought them home from the store. They had so much fun playing outside in the snow. It amazes me how kids don't seem to feel the cold like adults do. Evan and Zach probably could have stayed out all night. See how happy they were...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SzgmvqiT0LI/AAAAAAAAASU/Kg7oKzj3xss/s1600-h/DSC03905.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420124751854293170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SzgmvqiT0LI/AAAAAAAAASU/Kg7oKzj3xss/s400/DSC03905.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SzgmvMiQf1I/AAAAAAAAASM/dY550JcH3rY/s1600-h/DSC03901.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420124743801012050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SzgmvMiQf1I/AAAAAAAAASM/dY550JcH3rY/s400/DSC03901.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Szgmu-evNuI/AAAAAAAAASE/3w28qBegodk/s1600-h/DSC03899.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420124740028151522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Szgmu-evNuI/AAAAAAAAASE/3w28qBegodk/s400/DSC03899.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I think Evan was trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue in that last shot. Hopefully next snowfall they will get to make a snowman.</div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-20876033610393433142009-12-27T21:45:00.006-05:002009-12-28T11:27:29.302-05:00ChristmasThis Christmas was so much fun. The boys were both so excited for Santa to come. Evan had asked for a Geotrax set and Zachary asked for a cupcake. Yes, you heard me right, a cupcake! We asked him over and over again and always got the same answer. He even sat on Santa's lap and told him the same thing. We gave him one last chance on Christmas Eve to change his answer but no such luck. Then we realized that we didn't have the <em>one</em> thing that Zach had asked for from Santa. Evan was going to get his train but Zach would have no cupcake. So Jake went to one of the only places that is open at 9:30 on Christmas Eve (the convenient store) and bought Zach a Hostess cupcake. We put it on the plate where Santa's cookies were (Santa needed a snack before he headed to the store) with a bow.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Here's the house before the night before</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420116949017093938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Szgfpes85zI/AAAAAAAAAR8/UxXYm-Bwi9g/s400/DSC03872.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Szgfo3TuguI/AAAAAAAAAR0/B9wuuB0lCUI/s1600-h/DSC03869.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420116938442310370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Szgfo3TuguI/AAAAAAAAAR0/B9wuuB0lCUI/s400/DSC03869.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">The cupcake</div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420116935306843074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SzgforoLE8I/AAAAAAAAARs/hNlPDi_98ZE/s400/DSC03874.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">My favorite reaction of the day...Evan is so sweet!</div><div align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyhmlRU2xK_Tl5l9XIZZfupREXApSNMZFUmawgs6yi4qlrhtrjLUdmZxNl-0V19uVcQZAogybFe0vdgsTVuxg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br />Later in the day at Jake's parents... Zach's reaction cracks me up!<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwdSBh04UpMKKpb1hPyFS5HtKZfUaksC2YqiJoIwMIQ-RLMqPaR-jc7ZJJ-7BAZw90edbQGLSDQoC3SI08y2A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-72801957694463150582009-12-23T22:49:00.005-05:002009-12-23T23:28:40.038-05:00Message from Santa<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SzLorf4eQmI/AAAAAAAAARk/Hn3SYy-eouc/s1600-h/Santa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418649135670510178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SzLorf4eQmI/AAAAAAAAARk/Hn3SYy-eouc/s400/Santa.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Last night the boys received a message from Santa via email. I found <a href="http://portablenorthpole.tv/home">this website </a>that will personalize a message to your child from Santa. Their reactions were absolutely adorable. </div><div></div><div><br />Evan was totally awestruck. He sat in front of the computer screen with one hand on his cheek in amazement that Santa was talking to him. He kept looking at me and then back at Santa. First he couldn't believe that Santa knew his name and second he was sooo excited that Santa said that he was on the nice list.</div><div></div><div><br />Zachary on the other hand thought that he was on a skype call the entire time. He kept waving to Santa and talking to him. It was too cute.</div><div></div><div><br />I can't wait for Christmas morning!</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-67061752430773059132009-12-18T22:52:00.000-05:002009-12-18T21:57:16.409-05:00The Cut List<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SymrYO-HLII/AAAAAAAAARc/-qoF8_4I-pg/s1600-h/DSC03849.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416048459713555586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SymrYO-HLII/AAAAAAAAARc/-qoF8_4I-pg/s400/DSC03849.JPG" /></a> Finally got my Christmas cards sent out today. This is one of many pictures that <em>didn't</em> make the cut.<br /><br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-53632634111805111512009-12-16T22:35:00.004-05:002009-12-16T22:58:10.389-05:00Zachary's BirthdayJust realized that I forgot to post any pics of Zachary on his 3rd birthday so here they are...<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416045524091211282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SymotW7NDhI/AAAAAAAAARU/CmX11lH6Hz0/s400/DSC03838.JPG" /><br /><br /><div align="center">I am not the best cake decorator, so this is my attempt at a theme cake. This is supposed to be the house and balloons from the movie "Up"<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416045515650884130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Symos3e34iI/AAAAAAAAARM/0jdSA056IrM/s400/DSC03837.JPG" /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SymosQ7NH3I/AAAAAAAAARE/IRPcGLA_Dfw/s1600-h/DSC03830.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416045505300733810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SymosQ7NH3I/AAAAAAAAARE/IRPcGLA_Dfw/s400/DSC03830.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Symor0NnffI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xm-NduxXH9U/s1600-h/DSC03818.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416045497593331186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Symor0NnffI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xm-NduxXH9U/s400/DSC03818.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SymorpUQoRI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9Xr4CpdkbsI/s1600-h/DSC03815.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416045494668402962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SymorpUQoRI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9Xr4CpdkbsI/s400/DSC03815.JPG" /></a></div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-41894602285403909152009-12-15T23:11:00.009-05:002009-12-26T21:05:14.405-05:00Christmas Cookies<div align="left">Over the weekend I decided to make Christmas cookies for the first time on my own (without the help of my mom - well, that's not totally true, mom did get one or two SOS calls along the way!) I will have to say that for my first solo attempt they turned out really good. I made peanut butter blossoms and something I'm going to call "Fake-out Toffee". The toffee was my favorite and sooo easy to make. Here is the recipe:<br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">1 sleeve saltine crackers</div><div align="center">2 sticks of butter</div><div align="center">1/2 cup light brown sugar</div><div align="center">1 bag chocolate chips</div><div align="center">3/4 cup chopped pecans</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">1. Line a medium sized jelly roll pan with aluminum foil and preheat oven to 375</div><div align="left">2. Lay out saltine crackers in one layer on pan</div><div align="left">3. Melt butter and brown sugar over medium heat and cook for 5 minutes</div><div align="left">4. Pour mixture over crackers and bake for 15 minutes</div><div align="left">5. Remove from oven and pour chocolate chips on top. Spread evenly, sprinkle with nuts</div><div align="left">6. Let cool, then refrigerate for several hours</div><div align="left">7. Break into pieces. Keep refrigerated.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">These are so yummy and simple to make. The boys even helped out by laying out the crackers for me. When it came time to try out what we had made their favorites were the peanut butter blossoms.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416036950671030850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Symg6Uci-kI/AAAAAAAAAQU/nC5vK504bz4/s400/DSC03859.JPG" /></p><p></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416036958107886498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Symg6wJoY6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/dthcuXFnyVA/s400/DSC03862.JPG" /></p><div align="left"></div><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Licking the spoon...the best part of baking with mom!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416039611691881650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SymjVNhW1LI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_2aWtvL_EDI/s400/DSC03866.JPG" /></p>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-34048562567791422582009-12-08T15:55:00.004-05:002009-12-16T22:59:43.345-05:00Zachary is 3!!My baby is no longer my baby. Seemingly overnight he turned from a tiny little baby that I protected in my arms to a little boy that squirms to get out of those same arms that once held him so securely. Sure, he still gives me hugs and will sit on my lap when I read to him, but I miss being able to just hold him and stare at his sweet cheeks and perfect lips.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Zachary is full of energy, spunk and surprises. He has this ability to get out of trouble just by flashing this sideways grin that somehow makes me laugh and forget about whatever mischief he has just caused. He is a charmer to say the least. </div><div></div><br /><div>Zach is always on the go, usually chasing after his big brother and sometimes he is the one being chased. He loves to play with his cars, trains and planes and will never say no to chocolate anything or as he likes to call it "chloclate".</div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Zachary I love you! Happy Birthday!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412983047680031042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Sx7HZxQt-UI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/eH6n9tGgt9A/s400/zach.jpg" /></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-60010855007736011962009-11-05T22:03:00.006-05:002009-12-16T23:00:25.175-05:00We're Off To See The WizardEvery year we go out trick-or-treating with my friend <a href="http://gehringfamily4.blogspot.com/">Mandy</a> and her kids. This year we dressed our brood as the crew from The Wizard of Oz. Evan was the Tin Man, Zachary was the Cowardly Lion, Jacob dressed up as the Scarecrow and Avrey was Dorothy. They were so stinking cute I could hardly stand it. I don't think any of them have actually seen the movie or had any idea who these characters were, but they all kindly played along with our idea anyways. Really, it wasn't that hard to convince them once they knew that the end result would be lots of candy.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400830109135792066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SvOaXpNF58I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZHInEUkwh_s/s320/DSC03740.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400829548706433410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SvOZ3BcUiYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/nUjTxr81lgE/s320/DSC03732.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400829556042493234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SvOZ3cxX7TI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gf2SCewuMFw/s320/DSC03736.JPG" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Evan with his Uncle Seth - too cute!</div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400830118503180082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SvOaYMGc5zI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VjgvaWMrPfY/s320/DSC03760.JPG" /><br /><br /><div align="center">I want candy!!</div><br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwglUqyHB5aiOiYIcgc0vSiZhx0ArVeGd-M3t4LuGjHf8wHkV7KeF-f_xTH07RvV_7XOag94M21-1pW7sV0cg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-57577687511317920032009-10-30T22:17:00.008-04:002009-12-16T23:01:09.695-05:00The Pumpkin Patch<div align="left">Our new fall tradition is to visit <a href="http://www.stonycreekfarm.net/">Stonycreek Farm</a> to pick out pumpkins. This is the second year we have taken the boys. They had a great time jumping in the haystack and climbing through the inflatable kiddiepillar. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398591674915530034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Suumhn64pTI/AAAAAAAAANA/YrMneJX-Jh4/s320/DSC03666.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398591678738879378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Suumh2KcU5I/AAAAAAAAANI/Y85uynbhURk/s320/DSC03670.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398594350976778482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Suuo9ZBmwPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8hz2lkIgbnM/s320/DSC03677.JPG" /><br /><br />We took a hayride out to the pumpkin patch where Evan and Zach could personally pick out their own pumpkins. But before we could begin our search we lost Zachary as we were getting off the tractor. Everyone thought that someone else was watching Zach and he slipped away. We were all (Jake, Di, Jobi, Seth and I - it was a large family affair) searching for him when the tractor driver asked if anyone was missing a child. Sure enough Zach had climbed back on the tractor and was trying to leave without us! After my heart fell back into my chest we were off to find the perfect pumpkin.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398592963387647442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/Suunsn2k5dI/AAAAAAAAANw/zllHWE0aQA8/s320/DSC03699.JPG" /> <p align="center">Zach with his ticket to get on the tractor</p><p align="center"></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_5398591693745851378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SuumiuEYi_I/AAAAAAAAANY/_LjE8P-mDaU/s320/DSC03706.JPG" /></p><p align="center">The Fam</p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398592971693581698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SuuntGy3ZYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wNEy77mflDk/s320/DSC03710.JPG" />Zach giving us attitude</p><p><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398592981245907186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SuuntqYUUPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lbrf9JQqflg/s320/DSC03711.JPG" /> <p align="center">Evan's Pumpkin<br /></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398591694980139810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SuumiyqqSyI/AAAAAAAAANg/b8L620eerp4/s320/DSC03713.JPG" />Zachary's pick</p><p align="left">Now it's time to decorate! That post coming soon.</p>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-71392299055627792862009-10-10T22:17:00.004-04:002009-10-10T22:56:09.900-04:00And the Winner is....Anyone who knows me knows that I love a great bargain and that I can't pass up a good giveaway without signing up for a chance to win. In the past I have won some pretty fun prizes; a $50 print credit to <a href="http://www.carpenterpd.com/">Carpenter Photography</a>, a pair of knee high suede boots, an assortment of Max Factor make-up and one years rent at an apartment complex I lived at in Tennessee. These prizes were won over the course of the last 10 years. <br /><br />Recently though, I have won two more contests. So exciting! A few weeks ago I was notified that I won a sampling of products from <a href="http://pangeaorganics-store.sparkart.net/index">Pangea Organics</a> through a contest I entered at Lucky magazine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/StFDx5DLO1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/NTfJMVHI91M/s1600-h/138.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/StFDx5DLO1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/NTfJMVHI91M/s320/138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391164753345985362" border="0" /></a>And just today I learned that I won a pair of earrings from <a href="http://www.mannland5.com/">this</a> blog. I originally visited her blog because I thought that maybe she too was the only woman in her house (based on the name of her blog "Mann Land"). I was wrong, but enjoyed reading it anyway.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/StFFSRhFkhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bvGprmxtrBo/s1600-h/earrings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/StFFSRhFkhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bvGprmxtrBo/s320/earrings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391166409181336082" border="0" /></a>What a sweet surprise! Now if only I would have this same kind of luck winning the HGTV fall fix-up $75,000 sweepstakes!<br /><br /><a href="http://pangeaorganics-store.sparkart.net/index"> </a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-40518392777328010302009-10-10T21:33:00.004-04:002009-12-26T21:06:17.891-05:00Out of the Mouths of BabesI think one of my favorite things about my kids are the little things they do to make me laugh. Whether it's a silly question they pose or the mispronunciation of a word I find it both endearing and down right funny. Here's a recent conversation I had with Evan while we were both home sick sitting in the chair together:<br /><br />Evan: What do bunnies eat?<br />Me: Carrots.<br />Evan: OK. What do camels eat?<br />Me: Umm....straw?<br />Evan: They eat strawberries.<br />Me: Ok, if you say so.<br />Evan: I know what cows eat, cows eat cud. I love cud!<br /><br />This had me rolling. You probably had to be there, but the way he said it was hilarious. I had no idea that he even new what cud was.<br /><br />Here are some "Zachisms":<br /><br />smooky = spooky (When Zach looks in a dark room he will often say that it looks smooky in there)<br />He is always telling us "that's enough, guys, that's enough" when he feels something has gone on too long.<br />He is also not afraid to tell anyone that he is "tired of this" when something in his little world is not going as planned. I love his spunk.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-80210901479372161392009-09-22T13:06:00.004-04:002009-09-24T13:22:55.947-04:00RogerEvan has a new friend, his name is Roger. What we do know about Roger is that he has brown hair and is taller than Evan. What we didn't know until just the other day is that he is also imaginary.<br /><br />The other night Jake and I got to officially "meet" Roger. He "came over" to play about 10 times the other night. About every other minute we could hear Evan say "ding dong" and then announce that Roger was here. They would play for a minute or so and then Evan would look at his video watch (yes, also imaginary) and say that it was time for Roger to go home. Before we knew it, Roger was at the door again for another play date. This went on for close to an hour.<br /><br />I don't recall having an imaginary friend as a child so I find this really fascinating and kind of fun. Evan will talk and play with him as if he were really there and he even formally introduced us to him. Evan called Roger in from the other room and said "Roger, come here I would like you to meet my mom and dad." It was really cute. I can only hope that he will be this polite when we get to meet one of his real friends!Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634035948241366730.post-6302072996502112672009-08-29T22:27:00.001-04:002009-08-29T22:41:36.806-04:00Vacation - Evan's PerspectiveEvan received a <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2719107">V-tech digital camera </a>for his birthday and had a blast taking pictures of our vacation. Here are a few of my favorites:<br /><br /><div align="center">Evan's birthday cake</div><div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373356099279096946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH-5y01jHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/G0j03ApJaLs/s320/DC00081.jpg" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />Daddy (with elephant ears - or possibly being attacked by one)<br /></div><div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373355528590597618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH-Yk2GHfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5ktsU-OP8pM/s320/DC00002.jpg" /><br /><br />Evan's feet (this shot was intentional)<br /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373356082596985826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH-40rgu-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/sn9KHTFYA7o/s320/DC00071.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />Evan trying to take a picture of the inside of his mouth<br /><div> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373355542439687954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH-ZYb-dxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NtgReYs2khs/s320/DC00015.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>A cup<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373356951495625762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH_rZlFzCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6Av5W996Fkc/s320/DC00156.jpg" /><br /><br />A table in our cabin<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373356091803513570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH-5W-hMuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/q8cdnsdKklQ/s320/DC00073.jpg" /> </div><div><br />A blurry toy car<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373356958806809970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH_r00NnXI/AAAAAAAAALA/9W5KVM6DUr8/s320/DC00216.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Zachary</div><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373355556911919842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH-aOWbMuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qmH2YprI4jQ/s320/DC00056.jpg" /><br /><br />Zachary climbing on a table on the screened in porch<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373356073691335778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH-4TgPTGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ak1xLxSz8CY/s320/DC00067.jpg" /><br /><br />Pop pop<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373356061758513874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH-3nDO4tI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tdpo1a-U0P8/s320/DC00063.jpg" /><br /><br /><div><div> Grammy<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373355564862783362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH-ar-Dv4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/VyTujowxPz0/s320/DC00061.jpg" /> <div><div><div><div><br /> </div><div><br />more feet!<br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373355547105583794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH-Zp0aYrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rSJVWBtXtCc/s320/DC00032.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Evan insisted on taking a picture of my back at the fair</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373365274633265970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpIHP3rvYzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PbVt1IUwikk/s320/DC00241.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The Clydesdale's</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373365267576309634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpIHPdZOx4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/7h28izrqDjA/s320/DC00238.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The largest pig litter (with a beautiful frame hand selected by Evan)</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373356973846195010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH_ss14a0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kz2-4_Bch_Q/s320/DC00225.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The second largest litter of pigs</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373356980818538450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH_tG0N79I/AAAAAAAAALY/w7e-2kF2-R8/s320/DC00233.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Zachary testing out farm equipment</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373356964816260994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpH_sLM-j4I/AAAAAAAAALI/DqNtAHtlvXc/s320/DC00223.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>An alligator eating Pop pop (Evan thought this was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hilarious</span>)</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373365283150591266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbG2WDTDAuA/SpIHQXabdSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/CR23whLfnPI/s320/DC00242.jpg" /></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">This was just a small selection of the over 200 pictures Evan took while we were on vacation. There were close to 20 of the nightlight in the boys room alone. I personally really enjoyed looking at our vacation from Evan's perspective. It was interesting to see what grabbed our little guy's attention.</div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07104209505334013562noreply@blogger.com0