tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49382699368189974212024-03-06T00:17:28.636-06:00My Wonderful LifePagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.comBlogger229125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-44382663705818631592011-09-29T13:00:00.000-05:002011-09-29T13:00:00.092-05:00The Rest of the Family<div><div><div>Ok, I'll try to do a brief update about what's happening with the rest of the family.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqoHIutwjy04Ot0-dcCvuEXixClTYjTvCKY0wVlJL7xGmgrqsYOyXmiZNFH6r_5ZxhKXSbqxxyp9Jhw-TjZWHL87YiMegoJaQwnQqbY-m3ZcjVeKz_Y0_RAjz4i2ZnuZCZGpGq3GRTKc0/s1600/nathan+birth+020+-+edit.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638211832573907330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqoHIutwjy04Ot0-dcCvuEXixClTYjTvCKY0wVlJL7xGmgrqsYOyXmiZNFH6r_5ZxhKXSbqxxyp9Jhw-TjZWHL87YiMegoJaQwnQqbY-m3ZcjVeKz_Y0_RAjz4i2ZnuZCZGpGq3GRTKc0/s320/nathan+birth+020+-+edit.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a> Dave has been working hard at work and with our church. As an elder in our church, he has been called on to help us get through some very difficult times. Along with the rest of our leadership, he has led our church well through stuff that none of us expected or would ever want to go through. God has shown himself faithful during this time and we continue to look to him to see what he has in store for our body.</div><div>I have been spending most of my time taking care of the kids and the house. Just trying to keep up with life, which I find is not always easy. I am trying to get some sewing time in here and there. I have lots of projects in my head just need to sit down and work on them. And I have lots of projects sitting waiting to be finished. Need to get on those.<br />
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLgvcmGw_OhobE1FtmFKl7NWBwSFnGQsO7TsIKETh7Usq7EA80TAVEBHjRk0yxJdhYTKjgnYcLp0z4FmgzibG4Hsud0eCa046Lrm8Zedl8bxQshhcPDOd41Ifk4iHboX1iiEpHhiSHRA/s1600/3+kids+at+steph%2527s+graduation.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638211831339864322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLgvcmGw_OhobE1FtmFKl7NWBwSFnGQsO7TsIKETh7Usq7EA80TAVEBHjRk0yxJdhYTKjgnYcLp0z4FmgzibG4Hsud0eCa046Lrm8Zedl8bxQshhcPDOd41Ifk4iHboX1iiEpHhiSHRA/s320/3+kids+at+steph%2527s+graduation.jpg" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>In May, Steph walked across the stage for graduation from college. It was a fun time and so neat to be able to be there with her as she celebrated such an accomplishment. I was about a week away from my due date, so we were all very thankful that Nathan didn't show up early and prevent me from being there. She has had a busy year trying to figure out what God has for her. She has been obedient to his call and grown in so many ways. We are so proud of the way she has allowed God to move in her life. Right now she is finishing up a class to be able to get her undergrad degree and has started working on getting her teaching certificate. I'm excited to see where God leads in the next year.</div><div></div><div>Elizabeth was in kindergarten last year. She attends the public elementary school in our neighborhood. We have been very happy with it. She has really blossomed in the last year. She has made many new friends and really enjoyed school. She is now in first grade and doing really well with her reading. She loves books, especially if they have animals in them. She continues to love animals. Since my last post, Hamsty died. It was a tough loss for her, but she continues to play with Stache and spend time working on training him.</div><div></div><div>James turned 4 this past summer and started his 4th year of Kid's Day Out. He can always make us laugh and will do something over and over again if someone will keep laughing at him. He loves to try to do things to make Nathan smile. Just this week James was running around acting crazy. Nathan started laughing at him and James said, "I've never heard him laugh like that." You could tell he was happy about that. Even though most of the time he is doing something crazy or silly, he also is so interested in God. He talks about God all the time and often answers questions I ask him with "because that's what God wants" or some variation of that. I'm interested to see how God uses him.</div><div></div><div>So, that's a brief synopsis of where we are and what's been going on. I'm hoping to be better about keeping the blog updated. We'll see how that works out.<br />
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So, here's a picture of the fish tank at least.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638207076572163138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8TIFmfaa30yxUUejA4aWGfWxJLe1sXZY7vyyis0cEtrmcunhQi9pAwD6pZcqBiGAg6eIFpLmepiJvXg8q6PbPEs7fswf0wWCFbxlViQ3UKaYQHYpk8CzI7OHOtQoHDxRyKMUY1Gfm98/s320/fish+tank.jpg" />We also got a hamster. This is Hamsty. He was a Christmas present for Elizabeth. Can you tell she's just a little bit into animals.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638207079218535122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIiTf6007NENQHjmfa9sye-BhrGid97LzlqyHYATL6EPt4TiRPtQaFqAHE5SueC2xpuLprusWOm0ZTGDUcJjhdAPNkjgdtTWw8bVNQoVNTY-Z6kjlHbweQ83d2KpL3qtSFEzh-u7N9_xU/s320/210.JPG" />And our most important new addition: Nathan Alexander. After a not very fun pregnancy, he was born on May 20, 2011. He was a big boy at 9 lbs. and has brought so much joy into all of our lives in the last 2 1/2 months. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWiDXyVZ-5pjMD3sVXv-vwAMDuMwXl0KoA0MWfwLhMimVYWgFQZr3PQS6uJCRpb6pYNpsUR_8C2OoxvHCVT0uGb7BtKwTfi9RTbq1_0pzn7ZDbzg541zmVCdQ3_CytZSCQyRHgsLLanVg/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638207086290368194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWiDXyVZ-5pjMD3sVXv-vwAMDuMwXl0KoA0MWfwLhMimVYWgFQZr3PQS6uJCRpb6pYNpsUR_8C2OoxvHCVT0uGb7BtKwTfi9RTbq1_0pzn7ZDbzg541zmVCdQ3_CytZSCQyRHgsLLanVg/s320/010.JPG" /></a> So, as I said, things around here have changed. There has been lots more going on. I will be back in the next post to update on the rest of the family.Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-19852343791458343692010-04-27T08:05:00.003-05:002010-04-27T08:15:27.617-05:00The grass is growing...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhWJFAGx8AI9fkMaFhKsKXXhnRcgOupVkphzo2KxqzKKN_F4xzOmcR2ht5Ekkxs9VOAbG8vH97QN90X2tjI2t4gEwKS5WwXEq3YASlDzINsCxzTfYbNR8gEEFR71Fn4nDlSlPDLKRbt4Q/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464803624094444338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhWJFAGx8AI9fkMaFhKsKXXhnRcgOupVkphzo2KxqzKKN_F4xzOmcR2ht5Ekkxs9VOAbG8vH97QN90X2tjI2t4gEwKS5WwXEq3YASlDzINsCxzTfYbNR8gEEFR71Fn4nDlSlPDLKRbt4Q/s320/008.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-84364186014032901482010-04-02T08:45:00.002-05:002010-04-02T08:54:10.095-05:00St. Patrick's Day ShirtsI realized as I just looked back over the blog that I've done two posts without pictures. Oops. So, here are a few pictures for y'all. I made some St. Patrick's Day shirts for Elizabeth and James.<br />I don't know how they ended up posed like this, but I love this picture.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGBDbAmmEhvWsbkX85ZBtpC6tORPtU555-vVxFXa92g46FC6yXe6qMFDE13QvE0eryfPeZ1cFg56QX92kjWBvEdkwCD_FtcYd7l9l_zKgg7wHB-iRc60U5elP3XkOyxl0EOAAn-IFqMo/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455537310580712194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGBDbAmmEhvWsbkX85ZBtpC6tORPtU555-vVxFXa92g46FC6yXe6qMFDE13QvE0eryfPeZ1cFg56QX92kjWBvEdkwCD_FtcYd7l9l_zKgg7wHB-iRc60U5elP3XkOyxl0EOAAn-IFqMo/s320/001.JPG" /></a> Elizabeth being silly.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3gyjm84o8n-9W72DLPovShWgsQBkvb_zpa1QSwAE6r5f0uv9DJMWgyPvqQ5iYJFOFttJ2qC1tQQNzm7zIXD9NrkDzegLjXW5AG3RItfPWWM5Ys2igY1VE9cofoVcQCy6P1fDSNo5j4pk/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455537305082567186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3gyjm84o8n-9W72DLPovShWgsQBkvb_zpa1QSwAE6r5f0uv9DJMWgyPvqQ5iYJFOFttJ2qC1tQQNzm7zIXD9NrkDzegLjXW5AG3RItfPWWM5Ys2igY1VE9cofoVcQCy6P1fDSNo5j4pk/s320/003.JPG" /></a> James being MUCH more serious.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH3yZ1dkGIwHMaV7gv0Mk18P8ee4JR4XRwFQxN4j5anSyaxmx_tYgXCuMceH3zFfX76ECKqs8_rKbvOQKqt4oS-YjWS2M8R0R5UC-x-SZD_fJU2RHW71ZHbiQcyK6ji0osgSVRFisvWuw/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455537299841158514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH3yZ1dkGIwHMaV7gv0Mk18P8ee4JR4XRwFQxN4j5anSyaxmx_tYgXCuMceH3zFfX76ECKqs8_rKbvOQKqt4oS-YjWS2M8R0R5UC-x-SZD_fJU2RHW71ZHbiQcyK6ji0osgSVRFisvWuw/s320/004.JPG" /></a></div></div>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-2298594531576438422010-04-02T08:19:00.003-05:002010-04-02T08:38:11.458-05:00Really?? A month?I don't know how it's been a month since I've put anything up on here. We are still living, but that's the reason I guess. We've been busy trying to keep up with life. Trying to get stuff done, keep up with everything around here, and make the days count for something more than just stuff.<br />This week was kindergarten round-up at Elizabeth's elementary school. So, Dave, Elizabeth and I went up on Wednesday morning with a completed registration packet and turned it in. And then took a short tour of the school. It's been an interesting week for me. It's been a week of thinking about what we do as parents and what our job is. I've been thinking about it with Elizabeth and talking about it with Steph. What can we protect them from, what should we? I think we have the power to protect them from a lot more than we actually should protect them from. Don't get me wrong, we protect our kids from a lot - overall I think we're fairly overprotective. But we also think it's important to let them make decisions (that are age appropriate) and allow them to be affected by the consequences of those decisions. For an example: If Elizabeth wants to wear a dress without pants underneath when it's a little chilly, I tell her that I think she's going to be cold and I think she should wear pants, but that it's her decision. Sometimes she listens to me and changes what she's wearing, sometimes she doesn't. And if she doesn't, sometimes she's cold. We feel like if we don't let them make these kind of decisions when they're little, how will they know how to make the big decisions when they get older. But sometimes it's hard. I don't like to let any of my kids suffer consequences. Sometimes I want to make the decisions for them, because then they won't be cold. But then they don't learn - how to make good decisions, how to handle discomfort brought about by a decision they made, how to rely on God to give them what they need when they're in a tough spot.<br />And isn't this how God teaches us? We have free will and the choice to make the decisions that we want to make. Sometimes we make the right ones and sometimes we don't. But when we don't, we can always turn to him. He doesn't necessarily rescue us from the situation that we're in, but he always loves us through it. And often it's in those tough times that we become more like Christ. And ultimately, that's my goal for each of my kids - that they become more like Christ.<br />So, as they continue to grow, we'll continue to protect them from some things (they don't have the choice of whether they play in the street or not), and we'll continue to let them make some decisions and handle the consequences. But, we will always be there, loving them, caring for them, making sure they know that no matter what the world says to them or how the world hurts them, they have a safe place to come home to where they are loved unconditionally - most of all by the God of the universe, but also by their parents.Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-54164400920791455992010-03-01T20:02:00.004-06:002010-03-01T20:22:47.906-06:00On the road againYes we went on another trip. This past weekend, we headed to an EV Free Church Meeting. Our church took the entire elder team and some of the leadership to the meeting. It was an amazing weekend. <br />The meeting was great - we heard some great teaching, we had some much needed time for ASC (our church) to get together and pray, plan, and talk, and we got to catch up (and be encouraged by) a former boss of mine. I am always encouraged when I step back and look at what is going on at ASC. Sometimes I feel like we get so involved with the day to day, week to week part that we (or I) lose sight of what God is doing among us. I get so caught up in the logistics or the problems that I see, that I forget to see the AMAZING things God is doing through the church. So, as we stood on the stage Friday night and received a certificate that said we are an official church now (instead of a church plant), I smiled as Alex Mandes prayed about the way God has used the chaos at ASC. I smiled because it's so true. ASC is nothing like any church I've ever been involved with, and there's a lot of chaos, but there's also a lot of people's lives who are being changed daily. I am thankful to be at a church where the community is real, the members are diverse, and the body is a family - we don't look anything like each other, we have different backgrounds and we live in different neighborhoods - but we all love Jesus and want to see him glorified and that's what makes us family.<br />Our family stayed a little longer than the rest of the group to catch up with friends that live in the area. We saw my maid of honor and her husband and met their baby; some good friends that we did ministry with several years ago; my mentor from several years ago; and a group of friends that we used to be in Bible study with. The time was encouraging and refreshing. It's fun to share the joys and hardships of life with old friends. <br />I am so thankful for a great weekend; for an amazing church that is led by godly people; for the good friends that we interact with regularly and ones that we don't get to see very much; for people who have poured into our lives over the years, allowing us to pour into other's lives; for good talks with Steph; for fun playtime with the kids; and for some yummy food that we don't get to eat regularly.Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-48900779562364295602010-03-01T19:40:00.002-06:002010-03-01T20:00:13.161-06:00Ski TripLast weekend, Dave's dad took us to Ruidoso for a ski trip. It was lots of fun. We were not sure how the kids were going to do with the whole skiing thing, but they did great and loved it. <br />I started skiing when I was 4 years old and it is one of the few sports that I really enjoy and am good at. So, seeing the kids learning how to do it and enjoying it was really neat for me. <br />We decided to give Elizabeth a private lesson the first day we were there. She did great and loved it - the next day she was ready to take another one. So, we set her up with the same teacher - West - and she did another hour with him. She was able to ski by herself and stay pretty much in control. <br />We wanted to at least let James try it out and get a feel for it. So, we let him ski between our legs. I thought we would do this a few times with him and that would be it. But, he loved it so much that we kept going. We would get to the top of the lift and he would say - "let's do it again." When I was growing up we would always say when we got to the top of the lift, "tips up" and I got James to say it. So, every time we would get close to getting of we would say "tips up" and he would lift his ski tips up to prepare to get off the lift. <br />I have some video of them skiing that I will try to get up soon, but here are a few pictures from the trip. <br />The two little ski bunnies.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYEuuY0r02IstQJEKx89ZnuJWGZfh6cmvVRqcKUqPOpb022RvsrLE2fHgJ7ykv5HPMR28Um1wptICUJRJwYnZ7UUFuydV1ajSJw6AYHQPHpFnwQWcqpvlMw0g0TjxEo9-jrkkRex6mFk/s1600-h/188+edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443846683455061938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYEuuY0r02IstQJEKx89ZnuJWGZfh6cmvVRqcKUqPOpb022RvsrLE2fHgJ7ykv5HPMR28Um1wptICUJRJwYnZ7UUFuydV1ajSJw6AYHQPHpFnwQWcqpvlMw0g0TjxEo9-jrkkRex6mFk/s320/188+edit.jpg" /></a>Dave and Page<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRD9eaqU-u_KU0fqUJFdfss5l0JbQ44VAdae5Z8gLFAKUbUCTxoWMYnmBKOiZyOJ7pot-oqIHj2Elyj2gyLYLYY4i2OyWOTaeMIBVcNdB03aebxijlelfU9UyaabMaUIeWePm0ZZvdet0/s1600-h/191.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443846670801449650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRD9eaqU-u_KU0fqUJFdfss5l0JbQ44VAdae5Z8gLFAKUbUCTxoWMYnmBKOiZyOJ7pot-oqIHj2Elyj2gyLYLYY4i2OyWOTaeMIBVcNdB03aebxijlelfU9UyaabMaUIeWePm0ZZvdet0/s320/191.JPG" /></a> Poppy, Page, Dave, James, & Elizabeth<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uFZuuHRydT5cwtHPUl7Q8w3n_GQAgxbQnoFQjIxCVR4fGcnjxyGjJGR8hbtu480a9cGGVEHopfhqbnUbk6aofhnTy9iMP6kNg-dPXN3H4DwxJSNh-K4feeH2teCG-_zGjpjBcaJtVcE/s1600-h/200.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443846663274771826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uFZuuHRydT5cwtHPUl7Q8w3n_GQAgxbQnoFQjIxCVR4fGcnjxyGjJGR8hbtu480a9cGGVEHopfhqbnUbk6aofhnTy9iMP6kNg-dPXN3H4DwxJSNh-K4feeH2teCG-_zGjpjBcaJtVcE/s320/200.JPG" /></a> Elizabeth and Dave</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YatQs_hugB-Vr04K35TTfOREI2uzYU0K_VHd21Kz-ncSNCvF31c_FY18_0m4-qadpR0WSt2duoDI28TjsA6294bW-ek4orBUVIADwQY0INZtBB61J2lXETGNZueoEWMEgegPRPhvAh0/s1600-h/277+edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443846648549479858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YatQs_hugB-Vr04K35TTfOREI2uzYU0K_VHd21Kz-ncSNCvF31c_FY18_0m4-qadpR0WSt2duoDI28TjsA6294bW-ek4orBUVIADwQY0INZtBB61J2lXETGNZueoEWMEgegPRPhvAh0/s320/277+edit.jpg" /></a> James and Page<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxx2b5pvW3p0EduOLm3I6EjKMaz5K9UjkuXpiIzZ-GEcws2IrzBlxfw7VZMHKj1rEJ4E_PtRQEGsMu9K0xe16OrtQcVVOwpdjg-GUw8TvcRqIeO4kb-0rodjfzhF2AzSL-zjhlCY6ahFw/s1600-h/278+edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443846639780906290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxx2b5pvW3p0EduOLm3I6EjKMaz5K9UjkuXpiIzZ-GEcws2IrzBlxfw7VZMHKj1rEJ4E_PtRQEGsMu9K0xe16OrtQcVVOwpdjg-GUw8TvcRqIeO4kb-0rodjfzhF2AzSL-zjhlCY6ahFw/s320/278+edit.jpg" /></a></div></div></div></div>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-28101291046008127002010-01-13T09:46:00.004-06:002010-01-13T10:18:40.359-06:00Christmas Part 2We spent Christmas morning at home with Granmama and Beto and then ate dinner with them. Here are just a few pictures of the day.<br />James loves his new car - he plays in it all the time.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotK-l7e4jueGnG2yFl2zNJZjZIwbSpzVSayCSd0j3NSl27u5wimRytjxET-fgWkRdmjUIr23Vd96BNx5Qtt0Cy8pYItLqgPEUPqcBP7tmvWw7M7Q-V4or3e-hdEr9HEjbHAAB6EMO_iA/s1600-h/214.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426255786960243874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotK-l7e4jueGnG2yFl2zNJZjZIwbSpzVSayCSd0j3NSl27u5wimRytjxET-fgWkRdmjUIr23Vd96BNx5Qtt0Cy8pYItLqgPEUPqcBP7tmvWw7M7Q-V4or3e-hdEr9HEjbHAAB6EMO_iA/s320/214.JPG" /></a> Nothing like some new dog treats - so exciting.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0uVmIuAWlxqguh2jP1ZXaq9lXxqKUcEotXZRc1OnoTZ0kvNVuCoWLF6-nXdCSwKV8nfykI_af0ubqcIHdDlLqCpWvmM7YdrxoB-90rpOi9Y5x_NFapq4yOdyGavZ1HIvpjcUGppBcnU/s1600-h/193.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426255780997219410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0uVmIuAWlxqguh2jP1ZXaq9lXxqKUcEotXZRc1OnoTZ0kvNVuCoWLF6-nXdCSwKV8nfykI_af0ubqcIHdDlLqCpWvmM7YdrxoB-90rpOi9Y5x_NFapq4yOdyGavZ1HIvpjcUGppBcnU/s320/193.JPG" /></a> I got a new sewing table, well the promise of a new sewing table. Dave made me a little tiny miniature one out of cardboard and bolts. Very cute.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHYjIKOzX4q6Ds1RIeUlYKBwk2z9F2M1OLfWndNGqggyf3A7YcRcxIZjRT36xBc8SUyUkFDP_kyawgtMsRGfbl18i6KKmfGZqZXsMZsV2GbDFR4zkvwaK0fC5Si1-Ou56DImxplpf3GY/s1600-h/182.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426254696715104162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHYjIKOzX4q6Ds1RIeUlYKBwk2z9F2M1OLfWndNGqggyf3A7YcRcxIZjRT36xBc8SUyUkFDP_kyawgtMsRGfbl18i6KKmfGZqZXsMZsV2GbDFR4zkvwaK0fC5Si1-Ou56DImxplpf3GY/s320/182.JPG" /></a> Dave got a picture that I took at the farm earlier in the year. This will probably hang in the living room once we paint it.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Q-Xp4SR-Td68HLG_fUbejzkPPnpX4ptLdrSjUYEAElqzAbGFZgQvuhbXb1DkLqud1q2VZ4AurRgaldZ7ISg8fkg6sh-s-xEAbO_H_3HOrME8fDavU4DLUy4hFaFp48UeKBIvA8kFO1A/s1600-h/178.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426254692892797266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Q-Xp4SR-Td68HLG_fUbejzkPPnpX4ptLdrSjUYEAElqzAbGFZgQvuhbXb1DkLqud1q2VZ4AurRgaldZ7ISg8fkg6sh-s-xEAbO_H_3HOrME8fDavU4DLUy4hFaFp48UeKBIvA8kFO1A/s320/178.JPG" /></a> Elizabeth got some stilts - she hasn't really mastered the art of walking with them yet.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9DTgnf_a1Umla8I8gkRgl1cH11MhKGHp2wpEDpHnut4N4Nl7IuuUz3ukQpcoYTXa2n3t0ru_DVfvmofi68DuukT0YPMf-c1cvaR-0aHJLRKkIIlXwss_HEBQRKd5mVw7B8r8RE9uboQ/s1600-h/158.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426254685529156706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9DTgnf_a1Umla8I8gkRgl1cH11MhKGHp2wpEDpHnut4N4Nl7IuuUz3ukQpcoYTXa2n3t0ru_DVfvmofi68DuukT0YPMf-c1cvaR-0aHJLRKkIIlXwss_HEBQRKd5mVw7B8r8RE9uboQ/s320/158.JPG" /></a> James got an Elefun game - these are the nets before they were put together.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjD6oogVDWmttRRPEidqDOy3fV1FF1hPunbG9fpi6X2TAAOIrbxWcp8Hy9ubqZz_64z3QhmguDUqNu4g2oMu5zndAA47a4s4spyVDvv1PDfTtu8x2gxzycK81t09pzkFuB0if1QZF90Q/s1600-h/153.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426254685161689650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjD6oogVDWmttRRPEidqDOy3fV1FF1hPunbG9fpi6X2TAAOIrbxWcp8Hy9ubqZz_64z3QhmguDUqNu4g2oMu5zndAA47a4s4spyVDvv1PDfTtu8x2gxzycK81t09pzkFuB0if1QZF90Q/s320/153.JPG" /></a> There was a little harmonica playing.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0mymIqhK_QFZSgdMrXgW2x5I-RO1SnBMb74C0q923n9q0xtrlLlfyjGy4DJbxbZrWPlZE0PDTzyeUlZLtOWDHa_xAOJHGXfOxEr_xLc5-uQp0LeX2-fJTWg3eDBlTmKXyVfTiSmboYw/s1600-h/142.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426254680158720258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0mymIqhK_QFZSgdMrXgW2x5I-RO1SnBMb74C0q923n9q0xtrlLlfyjGy4DJbxbZrWPlZE0PDTzyeUlZLtOWDHa_xAOJHGXfOxEr_xLc5-uQp0LeX2-fJTWg3eDBlTmKXyVfTiSmboYw/s320/142.JPG" /></a>The boys blew up James' new punching bag.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YSXM1WgtnTL9qTQv4yxW3LUA_csi_X_dXHDDiz_cXoE4wX454ousfoilOZl39MoDGF-6dSK-k8zYmZbKyudjBYWEWmmtsm5Vsc_-NU8ynAa35zePw8bMX4fen08vAxS1NvtA4zK5oww/s1600-h/128.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426253032675869922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YSXM1WgtnTL9qTQv4yxW3LUA_csi_X_dXHDDiz_cXoE4wX454ousfoilOZl39MoDGF-6dSK-k8zYmZbKyudjBYWEWmmtsm5Vsc_-NU8ynAa35zePw8bMX4fen08vAxS1NvtA4zK5oww/s320/128.JPG" /></a>And then James played with it.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426253038719343266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDje504YbIsCVU4oR2_p1M-YFOXUytT3eYISX1dG56kA4xRyZ6XwaGKMUnxRLkppDTAyaekJMbDIjNshRfobbP7xpKRWHecJkmsCPzyZfm9PD7cLWvT2427U5H8Do371kZVijYG_9x6M/s320/130.JPG" />There was a little latch-hooking going on (I think that's what you call it).<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLFUq3FIv5gpw_KlvXA9vaa6goMvI43pq8EdWlyeNMU-INjuxs_IZbmAjTDAWurP0xuMXWK-MQ_BUd04x87EsIfch-iMpInA5wutrRZ06MFrnKIabIz3uB02VcRC2zE4Hezd2j1TBBxxg/s1600-h/125.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426253029268453330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLFUq3FIv5gpw_KlvXA9vaa6goMvI43pq8EdWlyeNMU-INjuxs_IZbmAjTDAWurP0xuMXWK-MQ_BUd04x87EsIfch-iMpInA5wutrRZ06MFrnKIabIz3uB02VcRC2zE4Hezd2j1TBBxxg/s320/125.JPG" /></a>The kids with Granmama and Beto as they opened one of their presents - Christmas pictures of us and the kids.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA2zYDh-Frf0bioti6HgLacW7dURAW7Bsn_-mMby9XBjEqRxWaO9U5rDff-sV5WFJ415qe-89BnsBLNqlK_CJlNIjf8VtBQFYXixwz9OgNS05tZ-DA7IHX4iRR-yasinLR6XZF6b1JesI/s1600-h/104.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426253026624743410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA2zYDh-Frf0bioti6HgLacW7dURAW7Bsn_-mMby9XBjEqRxWaO9U5rDff-sV5WFJ415qe-89BnsBLNqlK_CJlNIjf8VtBQFYXixwz9OgNS05tZ-DA7IHX4iRR-yasinLR6XZF6b1JesI/s320/104.JPG" /></a> Elizabeth got new crocs - so exciting. And she's modeling some of her gum that she got in her stocking. :)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-j5GDxvAsfHYzooEvUgbM8rMFOUOfIZGK-zSO1HQztkCGQv72yzGjedu9YzisacMe_NEeiDNuTrXFjJR3TjdnMZnKt-n7IhjFvoROZOEOGSnH0CwFh9DqSRKtKLM4MU6YPUH_zSsxbw/s1600-h/094.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426253017869664210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-j5GDxvAsfHYzooEvUgbM8rMFOUOfIZGK-zSO1HQztkCGQv72yzGjedu9YzisacMe_NEeiDNuTrXFjJR3TjdnMZnKt-n7IhjFvoROZOEOGSnH0CwFh9DqSRKtKLM4MU6YPUH_zSsxbw/s320/094.JPG" /></a> It was a great day. We had a birthday cake for Jesus, but I didn't get any good pictures of it. We are most thankful for the gift of Christ that was given to us so long ago - the most precious gift of all.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-35897103328208825872010-01-07T09:47:00.004-06:002010-01-07T10:01:49.495-06:00Christmas Part 1We celebrated Christmas with Steph on Christmas Eve.<br />James got a <u>Little Drummer Boy</u> book that he is a big fan of.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXTF6dqGqIgbLXxJKmZs77k9lIPtYThmktSUJ-C4uljDfvL9nqgGD-Zk7XwaRpE1odOa6XUwjQm2u37FD773qUxuSpmSwBAAXQiLWmZ-KhdCS8Xub3o4Tg56WPmeSxt8xldHrMIXHSjEg/s1600-h/029+edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424028025680584050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXTF6dqGqIgbLXxJKmZs77k9lIPtYThmktSUJ-C4uljDfvL9nqgGD-Zk7XwaRpE1odOa6XUwjQm2u37FD773qUxuSpmSwBAAXQiLWmZ-KhdCS8Xub3o4Tg56WPmeSxt8xldHrMIXHSjEg/s320/029+edit.jpg" /></a> Elizabeth got a book that she decided she needed to open with scissors instead of just tearing open the wrapping.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjolCdmeqkBZeEUggxFAY0UEprwBU5TYlvcxn2U063JYfsTRjYYR-NKYCRvZLhCGTTioaGh0jBAp6tFloosVl-FjJOcxTE1hgbaldK-AMTOpnPSctVjc_bLxb9T35WHALOfarmBpL5DKAc/s1600-h/031+edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424027823364771410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjolCdmeqkBZeEUggxFAY0UEprwBU5TYlvcxn2U063JYfsTRjYYR-NKYCRvZLhCGTTioaGh0jBAp6tFloosVl-FjJOcxTE1hgbaldK-AMTOpnPSctVjc_bLxb9T35WHALOfarmBpL5DKAc/s320/031+edit.jpg" /></a> I got a Christmas puzzle.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwHJp-tMG62GKeaPgFoWGNvdm3c3O8ODII2J_n7O14TeDnypZl5CvNPJp6fEyYoj7DdG-fqehncgoX3WNJMUn8KpnPaUIoOqgAv6puUHoSVDuRGAcM1BQ_i3LYD-mklvj2DefNdjffP9I/s1600-h/038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424027820879338658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwHJp-tMG62GKeaPgFoWGNvdm3c3O8ODII2J_n7O14TeDnypZl5CvNPJp6fEyYoj7DdG-fqehncgoX3WNJMUn8KpnPaUIoOqgAv6puUHoSVDuRGAcM1BQ_i3LYD-mklvj2DefNdjffP9I/s320/038.JPG" /></a> Dave got a metal sign.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeso58CHJgNIo7k__7_lgK9JwuI3S6dLEBP_2WIlM4p9SyO78YsmlBJJYBZV22Dtlp70fWOBbV8eUZxRqgqwcJuiK8te7ke245lUWOWLPEO4IjjGTrgk0c2JlUIfmWIqnFWGwB6nMmfJw/s1600-h/039+edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424027256282646914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeso58CHJgNIo7k__7_lgK9JwuI3S6dLEBP_2WIlM4p9SyO78YsmlBJJYBZV22Dtlp70fWOBbV8eUZxRqgqwcJuiK8te7ke245lUWOWLPEO4IjjGTrgk0c2JlUIfmWIqnFWGwB6nMmfJw/s320/039+edit.jpg" /></a>James and Elizabeth got a game.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_56TBxF-1z81FdXiTnObc-6Ypz-uItpYRIRVy4XhxJvwL_cVrGrTlhujunTO8yoTjYFXFozJZAhXM_h08S0xlFfpeYpV3_einV8g27kcaoIGwLOJVYNE4Swd77Tej8-YjrJNxvx_L_Rc/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424027247153889474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_56TBxF-1z81FdXiTnObc-6Ypz-uItpYRIRVy4XhxJvwL_cVrGrTlhujunTO8yoTjYFXFozJZAhXM_h08S0xlFfpeYpV3_einV8g27kcaoIGwLOJVYNE4Swd77Tej8-YjrJNxvx_L_Rc/s320/040.JPG" /></a>Steph got pj pants that I made for her.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis5Pbb7vA887QX_L85e3khESQ5p82Ja5T8cNmhHm28Qd_AEblCA3kZ_wkNOLlgwwcJhy-8K5lNu2H1p6_nNEzvfEOWRM1C2YGl2TGybxZX1lYW_3bJ388Zkc8_BMRvrxOcgB8YAVbdv70/s1600-h/046+edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424027244925275826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis5Pbb7vA887QX_L85e3khESQ5p82Ja5T8cNmhHm28Qd_AEblCA3kZ_wkNOLlgwwcJhy-8K5lNu2H1p6_nNEzvfEOWRM1C2YGl2TGybxZX1lYW_3bJ388Zkc8_BMRvrxOcgB8YAVbdv70/s320/046+edit.jpg" /></a> And a quilted stocking.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz4O1T_7uWtpb9K0ujE9NI4XaW1z17sdw4TORVx_cOocDmZNUyNVsAKscrW4WJPgsX9wwjsQnSq8415Rf_eTMxSuntDAlxPndzTEh4Qmfzp0gZcjsmwXsiBzTVGty1A_YPp5SHn5lG4Bk/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424027240568410978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz4O1T_7uWtpb9K0ujE9NI4XaW1z17sdw4TORVx_cOocDmZNUyNVsAKscrW4WJPgsX9wwjsQnSq8415Rf_eTMxSuntDAlxPndzTEh4Qmfzp0gZcjsmwXsiBzTVGty1A_YPp5SHn5lG4Bk/s320/048.JPG" /></a> After Steph opened the stocking, James put it on his foot and then asked where the other one was.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNi4WJKtRdysNzg4BmIfniN_KzXRh3Ka7Edp4s-zDynxj56qaEIPbtpfT_w3LlisaUIIWT2-ZI7K-sIdOuJqCLZdW_A7nhH4dd1rNHAMUXrti9LfT8TsJvlxaps8GeFbieYd4xGyA0fI0/s1600-h/045edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424027231146944338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNi4WJKtRdysNzg4BmIfniN_KzXRh3Ka7Edp4s-zDynxj56qaEIPbtpfT_w3LlisaUIIWT2-ZI7K-sIdOuJqCLZdW_A7nhH4dd1rNHAMUXrti9LfT8TsJvlxaps8GeFbieYd4xGyA0fI0/s320/045edit.jpg" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-7944798816796045352010-01-07T08:45:00.005-06:002010-01-07T09:01:35.709-06:00Crazy Bath Hair<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjak2RRE9e4YizO3UDcjgNOUkZEtRoVAMvm9FxgCLlccYMhy3Juwvx-zHyG0Da4ieKhEkob4XQqPQTkhIsuE9MHfhVlA7G8Tp6FhsfZzrBbRxmPBK7NaBOkBMxO37B9ivtLCR7qBC6WTGU/s1600-h/241.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424012103440851026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjak2RRE9e4YizO3UDcjgNOUkZEtRoVAMvm9FxgCLlccYMhy3Juwvx-zHyG0Da4ieKhEkob4XQqPQTkhIsuE9MHfhVlA7G8Tp6FhsfZzrBbRxmPBK7NaBOkBMxO37B9ivtLCR7qBC6WTGU/s320/241.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64B4E-RfqFtYpJ3bIg-LcdQRODzzCk9N2CAGw7I3StjHaxPribc4EEWKWROyZDYwm_Z_vd6WwEHpUCwCaON9DfRZhq_yS-mTUJ5-O-o_qqcFNIboFja8rOiQFJ49T-1R8NXro8EdEEIA/s1600-h/243.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424011638099729522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64B4E-RfqFtYpJ3bIg-LcdQRODzzCk9N2CAGw7I3StjHaxPribc4EEWKWROyZDYwm_Z_vd6WwEHpUCwCaON9DfRZhq_yS-mTUJ5-O-o_qqcFNIboFja8rOiQFJ49T-1R8NXro8EdEEIA/s320/243.JPG" /></a></div>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-64140198468433360852009-12-04T08:48:00.003-06:002009-12-04T08:53:20.143-06:00A Conversation About SewingElizabeth was hanging out with me while I was sewing this week. She came over to me, wearing a regular t-shirt, and we had the following conversation.<br />E: Mommy, why does Granmama sew regular sleeves like this (indicating a full seam sleeve on her shirt) and you always just do ribbon? (I have made her several pillowcase dresses which just have ribbon over the shoulder, MUCH easier than a regular sleeve)<br />Me: Because Granmama is a better sewer than me.<br />E: How old are you?<br />Me: 30 about to be 31<br />E: How old is Granmama?<br />Me: Mmmm, 63 or 64.<br />E: Will she live longer than that? <br />Me: Probably, yeah.<br />E: Well, maybe someday you will become an even better sewer than Granmama.<br /><br />Maybe, just maybe. (Not very likely, but one can dream.)Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-4603033582209929402009-11-20T08:57:00.001-06:002009-11-20T09:00:02.595-06:00It's PouringAnd so Elizabeth and James sit on the ottoman and look out the window. And Elizabeth says to James: "It's like if God took a really big thing of salt, except it's water, and pours it out. Does that explain it?" And James says, "yeah." And there you have it. Need anything explained, just head on over. I'm sure Elizabeth has a good explanation for you.Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-85817246387293505212009-11-18T15:24:00.003-06:002009-11-18T15:27:56.244-06:00Matching DressesBack in August I made some dresses for our sweet friends with a matching for Elizabeth. It's taken us this long to get a picture of all 3 girls wearing them. But, we finally did it. YAY!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQvTchD5QaCrFKi5MAp4E9MfnDNMokQOkN6ptnZkrTKBN866T2q1kfFde09YIzOMwXuUdyl-pu07m3nbJZ5xgSR615LPtnlwNXmwrruDHsa52pkH8fcgmtfo8X2SCN9F___X85ddrge8/s1600/125+edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405557990292416498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQvTchD5QaCrFKi5MAp4E9MfnDNMokQOkN6ptnZkrTKBN866T2q1kfFde09YIzOMwXuUdyl-pu07m3nbJZ5xgSR615LPtnlwNXmwrruDHsa52pkH8fcgmtfo8X2SCN9F___X85ddrge8/s320/125+edit.jpg" /></a>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-72354327062811737922009-11-18T14:59:00.002-06:002009-11-18T15:07:57.478-06:00Is this thing on?<p>This video is not great quality - sorry about that. And I'm not even sure you can tell what James is saying, but turn up your volume and see if you can make this out:</p><p>1. He blows into the microphone.</p><p>2. He says "Hewwo, hewwo"</p><p>3. He says, "Check 1, 2, check, 1, 2."</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyP9COKL1dlWHg2HvbEShqunpuUJ0J-bIbkcw4Ep6AghfFS2pjUfEv8bDaUYb2NRHalEGx3qsewxWyU-tuqqQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Saturday night after church we were hanging out getting ready to leave. James picked up Dave's microphone from the box of music goodies and started doing this. He cracks me up. Think he's been to too many band practices in his two years? :)</p>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-82612253693498702232009-11-12T11:40:00.001-06:002009-11-12T11:42:09.160-06:00New BlogI've started a new blog that will have all my crafty stuff on it. That way if you're not interested in my crafty stuff - you can just come here to see about the family. If you want to come see what I do when I have free time - check out the new blog - <a href="http://craftypage.blogspot.com/">My Crafty Side</a>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-74846134458678989242009-11-01T17:18:00.002-06:002009-11-01T17:21:50.984-06:00Happy Halloween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zrg9ht1K1ju2S7HkD6ZAx6xVREx-iPNDGhaAUp6Zi1WFELHoS_QC3ggBMRPscO12TrYAE2OFR3sJmIXJNzt6hNK5mkW15yIn4FtdiJ_htFxLhaMklJGqEyevDO-PW1GWFCg-zg4xq_M/s1600-h/221.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399279147845076978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zrg9ht1K1ju2S7HkD6ZAx6xVREx-iPNDGhaAUp6Zi1WFELHoS_QC3ggBMRPscO12TrYAE2OFR3sJmIXJNzt6hNK5mkW15yIn4FtdiJ_htFxLhaMklJGqEyevDO-PW1GWFCg-zg4xq_M/s320/221.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja3Bz8uTqi-9Jj3u5uoSKy8PHNwwI2p5IzSVx4iXqUKY5ilWMsoy-pU3atr22vN6c5qrrAWj3my0Ce6kQPzmN5SGalusd0f-eqj49FIo14HyozYmrdeCNO96pfgSEiReKim8I-W2CUy5w/s1600-h/226.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399279146333779218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja3Bz8uTqi-9Jj3u5uoSKy8PHNwwI2p5IzSVx4iXqUKY5ilWMsoy-pU3atr22vN6c5qrrAWj3my0Ce6kQPzmN5SGalusd0f-eqj49FIo14HyozYmrdeCNO96pfgSEiReKim8I-W2CUy5w/s320/226.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-7578586173512087402009-10-28T16:28:00.001-05:002009-10-29T11:20:41.415-05:00Pumpkin PatchThis past weekend we made our annual trip to the pumpkin patch. Apparently this pumpkin patch is getting much more popular than in years past. It was crazy busy, but we still had a good time.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkORLX116jaFm9tCkry944Lpd08h4ruPxZqNTZZ7AiSPLNK0Vte2DEC8HKWa3_YktGak-4bmoeNxK6Vzx4DAfS_xALvX0INeQXEtTGO-jv82NvopKWKITunXMLOHFhKdyBLS6nUdJzyE/s1600-h/070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398054973368183426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkORLX116jaFm9tCkry944Lpd08h4ruPxZqNTZZ7AiSPLNK0Vte2DEC8HKWa3_YktGak-4bmoeNxK6Vzx4DAfS_xALvX0INeQXEtTGO-jv82NvopKWKITunXMLOHFhKdyBLS6nUdJzyE/s320/070.JPG" /></a>Elizabeth climbing on the hay that is unstable for climbing on.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398054254441736834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqkehJRKn0ljcPd-cjEzAQeLrYEfwf13hklkz6giq9CotPHfCeLRZnkhMAKbakWMQ95Os29epredFR1CTBs74zb6AlSurjJ43dG2WkdWhYRlGlUo4H_a-hPZcXpYanhKFx95p2Hmin84/s320/079.JPG" />The hay shuttle that takes you to the under-the-street tunnel that gets you to the hayride.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398054249920210770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCeGE6nOfNQA7Fl7IKfxTS4T_j8IVbteIZl4j9ZSeHFqBBE0f9JIbBdAtNLFWYqh-d-4TA1Q4KWkmrBcH4sFxxM4DN5v2jUeWkzTgUY6y8l05rTKyXIot6Dw-z4BcY59OVxcmFZ6499fk/s320/081.JPG" />The kids loved watching the chickens.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398054247789795410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5iEKcvPl0bIg0TiAiw_n-ibZiggdbd_l3isXWnA0pBa_lXWBnqGvhNzCuKg3sqvXde4IoYzFLrtLwHVYYRp6OGT59kUPzuAaiMoxqh2QrBVSeTRCdDiBX6TaKZYXCAQc2tHZYcryoHs/s320/084.JPG" />Dave and Elizabeth on the hayride.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398054963927174274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmo8o3JvAm4pJ25WKO97QIdm9zLpslebGorT4xSpsEuf0mj5MbkoeFD5vY8M_aFpItO7Mqga1uJf2jj_ktY_JbfGWxYoCJP7cB0Eu45eDntU1qR2ZiJC8uuH15IgV9ctEsj9SXPQGmCc/s320/088.JPG" />James and Page on the hayride.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVSwWdP2zq4jk5hUTZ4vP3vP4B8Yekv28e4NJYjDSH9IpRlR681Eu_65a_Fw_mVIRAMGb-laNVobOZ6xrrRl-PW5SyCdU5ph8WXHzXF7a0Vff7GAoSEgxQhfALbCyHThLv7xsSCJK1-TE/s1600-h/087.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398054237175804306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVSwWdP2zq4jk5hUTZ4vP3vP4B8Yekv28e4NJYjDSH9IpRlR681Eu_65a_Fw_mVIRAMGb-laNVobOZ6xrrRl-PW5SyCdU5ph8WXHzXF7a0Vff7GAoSEgxQhfALbCyHThLv7xsSCJK1-TE/s320/087.JPG" /></a>On the hayride.<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIR6-UuVgtFC0TEg_MbGqu9PmeSKzvchqrCFVxgMO_VJp1XE9zrvQ9ryr0b62RSm8hqQLjOya6uUNoefORRmdUGOVfoCCFSLBEZZUK9D1I8572v6d6UBBMQCRB6q4i6su7nUpEQB8Gr9k/s1600-h/089.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397766729067409506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIR6-UuVgtFC0TEg_MbGqu9PmeSKzvchqrCFVxgMO_VJp1XE9zrvQ9ryr0b62RSm8hqQLjOya6uUNoefORRmdUGOVfoCCFSLBEZZUK9D1I8572v6d6UBBMQCRB6q4i6su7nUpEQB8Gr9k/s320/089.JPG" /></a> Hanging with the goats.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_l_ie-sE9rWP4fvmvzqAufCiSb60qOp3_mnaXyk7VAi_Otgpt0PFaPF00oXwEWMhSMiVwMCGATBWnG5MoKVjV3esHGTj7bfdrJvFI4plr8Zk0JfRU_7LB22mJdirBrYoZrdCB0unv0c/s1600-h/098.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397766722832704226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_l_ie-sE9rWP4fvmvzqAufCiSb60qOp3_mnaXyk7VAi_Otgpt0PFaPF00oXwEWMhSMiVwMCGATBWnG5MoKVjV3esHGTj7bfdrJvFI4plr8Zk0JfRU_7LB22mJdirBrYoZrdCB0unv0c/s320/098.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-40873693951944464682009-10-28T14:11:00.003-05:002009-10-28T14:13:33.545-05:00James' Quilt Top - DoneActually the quilting is done too. Now I just have to cut it and bind it. Woohoo!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEI2ceR3i3ErJ1yDkLrZQrrQFus6CLA-PkNDf9cuwfx5EsBhLcU-ySmK0_8KcKPofpzBGADs8pdxdupcJhwW3AJNfumu8UYBQ3pDJMGuatYPf2VCkdKD6tBAot1wXQLq5Vtzcnt6PDhtA/s1600-h/101.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397730881087130962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEI2ceR3i3ErJ1yDkLrZQrrQFus6CLA-PkNDf9cuwfx5EsBhLcU-ySmK0_8KcKPofpzBGADs8pdxdupcJhwW3AJNfumu8UYBQ3pDJMGuatYPf2VCkdKD6tBAot1wXQLq5Vtzcnt6PDhtA/s320/101.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-25770829247508720972009-10-27T21:30:00.003-05:002009-10-28T13:30:14.123-05:00Pumpkin CarvingWe carved our pumpkin tonight. And by we I mean Dave. He's pretty much the resident pumpkin carver. Elizabeth usually helps him clean out the seeds. This is the first year James has been old enough to care. And he pretty much takes after me - he walked around the whole time saying "ewwwwww". Yep, I just like to sit back and watch and take pictures. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397473562625261490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDAXRL_uEIxt_RGFDyriKdoa60Zs_clKC01s6EM05eJ-N85DoPFrMmMTr_IJyYZg_SsL2pgGLze5gI6v3tG1Pae0mXFEU4ITHRqsAtpzHLfCj0nOzRrCoSO4Yt2z5okEaZmFZeWjYREzI/s320/148.JPG" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397473558885677922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqmosh_Xtgp0xjROp2WzLmc6JT2Ew7VOTlpQPRU5SnfkOvLOwtA-kMj-HKXBXb3pJyCQlEMlqUqx0lI1lk2Pm1vcnS7qQVSdrEwrwMo3oMH_6xseGTLcUuF96F0S5Y7zGsk69-Gxeh14/s320/147.JPG" />Elizabeth wanted a bat carved into the pumpkin, so that's what Dave did.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397474297152979858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYC9yEV7AidhZ7drMI6jaNYlXFgxMRPQ22yA_LI0xei5ElH_GibxpZKWky0ElPBQQS7JSkT0DfxwodRd-I75IvB3B7oGGMEXi6toiTAwyM5uNTwChyLjixjUWNpbuq7DW0XazJ3jCOkc/s320/153.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjosy3HycVGXwy38oE1ROlPLHBok771HW9EqixZ7F2uuCWleznYn93Zi55QER2Du9lK6FIcVFb5itqbnV5wg67jPW6kcuiVyM8RZRLNpUPvQqvs_2_lCGKK7kwnCgHHAl-Zxox6qxFFX9k/s1600-h/152.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397474292308041810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjosy3HycVGXwy38oE1ROlPLHBok771HW9EqixZ7F2uuCWleznYn93Zi55QER2Du9lK6FIcVFb5itqbnV5wg67jPW6kcuiVyM8RZRLNpUPvQqvs_2_lCGKK7kwnCgHHAl-Zxox6qxFFX9k/s320/152.JPG" /></a></div>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-15484222617425102852009-10-12T16:26:00.004-05:002009-10-12T16:39:53.314-05:00Blogger's Quilt Festival 2009Amy at Park City Girl is hosting an online Quilt Festival.<br /><br /><br /><div><center><a href="http://parkcitygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/quilt-festival-fall-2009.html"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3949050962_a9f84dcacd_o.gif" /></a></center>Here is my quilt that I am entering. I am actually still working on hand-sewing the binding on this quilt, but I am very happy with how it has turned out so far. I made a little bitty practice quilt to practice my free-motion quilting, but this is my first "full-size" quilt to do it on. I had major issues with the thread breakind, but got it done. This quilt is for someone who just graduated from college - her favorite color is blue. My mom helped me cut and sew the quilt top together. I'm hoping to get this done by the end of October, just got to get all that binding done. For those of you who hand-bind your quilts, do you use a thimble? My fingers are already hurting and I'm not even a quarter of the way done. Would love your tips. Thanks for stopping by!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391829341745602018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn2fZtTiMvBtV8OGsNuueHlxNz9W-ILr2WPEbzDwv7lc4XWbxCy0sdnTsZVaz17CIIikriU4BMNgp3R71GBnEl0ao6ZnuP63-J7wzjZ-Ki82j8ml2OxaOXWiMwEI1rWYLvQ8SG8Ei2U1Q/s320/031.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391831057768434098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvo1s_44F7lwWULNYJQf_f9VcsFBOULOdVsUdDcYpH2yVIuKDJojjOGd2BqST8l5ozps5GKh4D7GnV_CBdE4GdSiS3sg09oBEpsrrqrG5EW7OYeHfkGDWeMuxY9Ha7qMgpZ8HnlDphh6s/s320/026.JPG" /></div>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-27025187054003227972009-10-06T10:52:00.002-05:002009-10-06T10:56:53.443-05:00Halloween Dress - DoneNot the best picture, but it's done. I'll try to get a better picture at some point. I used the tutorial at <a href="http://naptimecrafting.blogspot.com/2009/06/pillowcase-dress.html#comments">Nap Time Crafts </a>(with a few modifications) to make this Halloween pillowcase dress. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXfCeMOCiegQe_DnfT3K-Pn0Ch9bF6p2m14grCXR1hqAsxxB40zp207qbVnx3A3wdrjX9m-qimDUuZjztJ_czJziP-b9rVkLMTnyGiG7e03fwPheIvQGSSUnhCvUuWk6aANag7EK3GOR0/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389515784344442674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXfCeMOCiegQe_DnfT3K-Pn0Ch9bF6p2m14grCXR1hqAsxxB40zp207qbVnx3A3wdrjX9m-qimDUuZjztJ_czJziP-b9rVkLMTnyGiG7e03fwPheIvQGSSUnhCvUuWk6aANag7EK3GOR0/s320/002.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-87918667631796217482009-10-06T08:38:00.004-05:002009-10-06T08:51:18.884-05:00October Sewing GoalsSo, here's what I'm trying to get done in October - it's a lot, but I think I may be able to do it.<br />I finished the dress that I was making for Elizabeth using this fabric, now I need to get her bow made. I made 2 already to go with the dresses that I made for our firends' girls. I should be able to get this done at our Mommies Group crafting night tomorrow night. Yay!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389481809713843202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUfUskn2P_HDmFHMjDqybSfCDRPvMvFRrmCgMvHdEux0j2xJqQOtkmUvPhhf12JaQgniJxqxWIZ8ymRAunu8pUFM4yhVXaZTVLDySJvxqghoVdcZCh1TJoKjbRS2L4m0ZQv4EQtuGn8ZI/s320/005.JPG" />Make a Halloween dress for Elizabeth with this fabric and that super cute trim. I would also like to make a bow to go with this dress.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389481827632479602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicFxrhR2USxPo-BmHsYjKFeT_06YzW4ubEYXRrQOKXFaC6Enk2WCU5bPnxRzLOiEoaFJO5xY1gvw-EwJECC-BbC7K1hnER1HizSIbf7WCta_UTwNQr67F6VpyCN3mjm-Lg6VKcQXdCnvE/s320/007.JPG" />I finished quilting this quilt and would like to get it trimmed and the binding done.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389481818257544770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-cBID8IrQ0ltLHXR8bTamWQV5LjFeOEKad0P7161LC9Q6RTJG7gVHQPvh2-d7rZL3ZR35weCuQpmN_UhSk8qL0z1_hewDP9trp3IZ37EXvQrQOlJMHEqcl3Zl9JRz0EWSfVilBm5Ymjk/s320/006.JPG" />And this little bad boy I've been working on since before James was born. I'm planning on getting it done this month. Yesterday I finished embroidering all the appliques. So, I have to finish sewing the quilt top, quilt it, and bind it.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389481842189145666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgNDxP997mFNFllxwB-hup4PbuDfhi00hj3U3FYEekzM3AmUnXWi48HFS5whr8oOWGguPUDCk3zJyCUs22GB-Pyq9ZScs2ZUlZsXk9IuAd6NqzcIMbi9zqV71Bqw2kgrOv3u1CujK8IY/s320/021.JPG" />I would love to get this quilt top finished this month - this is definitely a stretch, but my mom is helping me with it, so maybe we can finish it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiY5ZVpEMMwV9QIFM4yRX-kjnYDn4gVuvZS-Gh4Z06TRaFhpVpaMw9Vlakqtk1-Y9ab_dAJpA6dQ8WONzw-olWIL2YiWjYIWaDRd69jfEC6Trapx7bfIm44AGK1U2xtKzB1DNyNN3bsXs/s1600-h/SDC11529.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389482480602762962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiY5ZVpEMMwV9QIFM4yRX-kjnYDn4gVuvZS-Gh4Z06TRaFhpVpaMw9Vlakqtk1-Y9ab_dAJpA6dQ8WONzw-olWIL2YiWjYIWaDRd69jfEC6Trapx7bfIm44AGK1U2xtKzB1DNyNN3bsXs/s320/SDC11529.JPG" /></a> And this quilt is done except I didn't put a label on it. I would really like to get it labeled.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7oLSP0O_8cDgJ2H9DitWvULuT-azHOV1uWTL09v3q68IVcjlqx05vGY5sywe_967vAbs1_oKN_3a-VaIdGTTA9kxeRgIGmLSaGJSNGF8C87KAP6F6dwpMLGvzu2g_OBBgbC2HWQoJdFI/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389481835854020978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7oLSP0O_8cDgJ2H9DitWvULuT-azHOV1uWTL09v3q68IVcjlqx05vGY5sywe_967vAbs1_oKN_3a-VaIdGTTA9kxeRgIGmLSaGJSNGF8C87KAP6F6dwpMLGvzu2g_OBBgbC2HWQoJdFI/s320/012.JPG" /></a>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-56092034103480791732009-10-02T12:33:00.004-05:002009-10-02T12:46:19.340-05:00Baby BlanketMy cousin and his wife had a baby this week. I wanted to whip up a little blanket for him since we will get to meet him this weekend. The front is regular cotton and the back is super soft, brown fabric. Hope it keeps Baby Tippit warm this winter.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ij5OCnNmRZVojMCyGSZ-CJkthPfAo7cj0PrRErBZDQ1h2-3VCKwSwk1PwiqtMg6IPggW_eBQujQaJSpFUB_T9BKMcky0jAIW_vKC8ehgtHvQHCiNUPObiNDv_MCjmI1ldF56OyR9vzw/s1600-h/087.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388058372450019394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ij5OCnNmRZVojMCyGSZ-CJkthPfAo7cj0PrRErBZDQ1h2-3VCKwSwk1PwiqtMg6IPggW_eBQujQaJSpFUB_T9BKMcky0jAIW_vKC8ehgtHvQHCiNUPObiNDv_MCjmI1ldF56OyR9vzw/s320/087.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi12yBKZGYQ7_MfuUEysjgUt-IJGErSzdQTYJ1zSlwuDJcG0XPZb4ZCfX_-UtxsUPwoDr0ujppn8Kq7xfnxVhdnx_4TFoIcu8lLOYlODFK4Fkyqn1mJXpM6F1uOorqvpktCic7yS1yrfW4/s1600-h/085.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388058363640203026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi12yBKZGYQ7_MfuUEysjgUt-IJGErSzdQTYJ1zSlwuDJcG0XPZb4ZCfX_-UtxsUPwoDr0ujppn8Kq7xfnxVhdnx_4TFoIcu8lLOYlODFK4Fkyqn1mJXpM6F1uOorqvpktCic7yS1yrfW4/s320/085.JPG" /></a></div><br /><p>I found a fun <a href="http://www.amylouwho.com/">blog</a> this morning that has Sew & Tell Fridays. Hopefully I will have some more projects to be able to post over the next few weeks. </p><p> </p><br /><a href="http://www.amylouwho.com/search/label/sew-n-tell" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="simply square button" src="http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt7/Simplythisandthat/asewtell150.png"/></a>Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-79486597055682798642009-10-01T08:50:00.001-05:002009-10-01T08:52:00.300-05:00DizJames has been calling Elizabeth "Diz" for quite a while. But, just in the last week he has changed it to "Lizabif". It's so cute when he says it. He just went following after her, saying "Lizabif". I love that my kiddos have siblings.Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938269936818997421.post-90845465663038095182009-09-29T21:06:00.002-05:002009-09-29T21:09:11.516-05:00What do you say?I have so much to say and yet don't know what to say at all. We lost my mother-in-law a week ago. So, what do you say? What do you say when your husband has lost his mom at 32 years old? What do you say about a woman who poured herself into her family and did so much to make my husband the amazing man that he is? There's so much to say and yet I have no idea where to start. I'm still processing. Still trying to figure out what all this means and what do I do with it? I'll be back as I continue to process through this.Pagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270230243385593764noreply@blogger.com2