tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33303310142739478862024-02-06T19:07:30.270-08:00The Wild Rumpus-Life as a Geldmacher-Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-3917384218440737212012-02-05T19:01:00.000-08:002012-02-05T19:32:01.240-08:00Tender Mercies<div style="text-align: center;">Its pretty much still a new year. Hallelujah. Last year was hard. And crappy. Seriously. There was nothing I wanted to blog about. Plus, I'd heard people mention that all of these family blogs were <em>so</em> unrealistic and only posted about the good and the happy and not real life. So I wrote off dumb, stupid, show-off blogging. And then...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then a few nights ago I perused our "old" blog just for fun. What do you know. Its pretty great to go back and see pictures and read about what my little family has done in the past few years. There were things I had already totally forgotten about. And I miss it. I miss journaling about the big accomplishments and the little daily moments that make our life really good, in spite of the hard stuff. Everyone on the planet has hard stuff. But everyone also has really, really good stuff, too. The stuff to be thankful for. The Tender Mercies.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2011 In A Lot Of Pictures</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">-Spring-</span> <br />
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</div> Jr.Jazz and Daxon's first real pair of Jordan's. Tyler was more excited about them than Dax. But that's OK. Serious basketball players need serious equipment, right? And we are nothing if not, uh, serious.<br />
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About the first eight months of Zoe's life were spent in this chair. Safe on the counter next to mama, away from brothers who would love her to DEATH. This particular moment I believe we were getting ready for the park.<br />
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</div>Another favorite hang out spot for Zoe Girl. That nightgown I looooved. See how here feet were sticking out the bottom because it's really for a little new born? I put it on her until it was so small it was ridiculous.<br />
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In March Hayes...<br />
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</div> got Baptised and Confirmed,<br />
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I am so very proud of the Grown Up Kid (not a little boy, not a young man yet, thank heavens) Hayes has become. Funny, happy, smart. Amazing.<br />
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Dax participated in his first Hersey Track Meet. I totally remember Hersey Track Meet Day every year from third to fifth grades. I did not usually (or ever) excel at track meet-like events. But the important part is that I always thought it was a super fun day away from the classroom. <br />
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Let's leave it there for now. 2011 to be continued.</div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-77445859193491109862011-02-19T18:20:00.000-08:002011-02-20T12:00:23.585-08:006 Months!<div align="center">Can you believe this girl has been around for <span style="font-size:180%;">6</span> months?</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10DWAzFkcvACf2djJUXqzE7rf6MvkzXmuoffolEZLYRnLXwyRpKxgGDYebcQEm2TMqE1AAV0KLhUm7M6F7CDv-cfTxZT5WGzKmhB-rCHdvcqm6r8P_-dKhiuhMfUo6XITxN0q_1vldns/s1600/108.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575572538229516114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10DWAzFkcvACf2djJUXqzE7rf6MvkzXmuoffolEZLYRnLXwyRpKxgGDYebcQEm2TMqE1AAV0KLhUm7M6F7CDv-cfTxZT5WGzKmhB-rCHdvcqm6r8P_-dKhiuhMfUo6XITxN0q_1vldns/s400/108.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575572529288280914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjIGt0VvY8u6XLU57GQ-ZNl9fnV4qOC19D0QSBUexYs3uRWt-u0jx6VXqoitAp6uHHag9puUNer96RvQ4qFc1_A98H90f5mx6gztbMggwOOzov9sTchFXeLjKb1lgWE2LrCf5HHJLO0PU/s400/103.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNNAVuzp_PpsIBxl7zLYxC9kib9RF8J-5eAHZBjOFytM5KFZk335QwP4POLg3BJO8LVyu7IFzbRePfREGy_rlYwVfZK485-l5fcAus1edtPLer0W67z7xoX9LLTGVgnTQBcmvw1tjANb4/s1600/105.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575572532865187042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNNAVuzp_PpsIBxl7zLYxC9kib9RF8J-5eAHZBjOFytM5KFZk335QwP4POLg3BJO8LVyu7IFzbRePfREGy_rlYwVfZK485-l5fcAus1edtPLer0W67z7xoX9LLTGVgnTQBcmvw1tjANb4/s400/105.JPG" /></a> I think I take her picture every day. Really.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1O2flNZf36xdvytCJmZOUizohz4PxZxCZbW4bzQ9cw6H0BoY20tucaPOnF92VXDXSEAtotTrn9nWxvWEduXHNJfMMQgarqnIF7Gp07apugjhZZV2INfzirefsNwkiW1JFsCTTCuw7rM/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575569674880663474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1O2flNZf36xdvytCJmZOUizohz4PxZxCZbW4bzQ9cw6H0BoY20tucaPOnF92VXDXSEAtotTrn9nWxvWEduXHNJfMMQgarqnIF7Gp07apugjhZZV2INfzirefsNwkiW1JFsCTTCuw7rM/s400/009.JPG" /></a><br />At six months Zoe's big accomplishments include: Trying really hard to sit up by herself. Excitement and kick, kick, kicking a lot. Standing on any available lap. Huge smiles and lots of happiness. Belly laughs. Sucking of her left thumb. Sleeping throught the night. She also loves loves the boys. They talk to her and she lights up like a Christmas tree. Even more when they hold her and -heaven help me-Dax carries her around like its his job. Her goals for the near future include: holding her bottle by herself, branching out her food varities, and rolling over. This last goal might have already been acomplished if she ever had a chance to lay on the floor and even try.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHuvHEcTOmn9p7mXOoy4_EV4-QbChU9c9izlNnaoA-JVqi8-1ewzYSD8BIz_l2_Q6uHxoI_KyrYO3NPsFolZePYNrg8eghf157wCc7Y_JsLtzTQcHDInsh2jzFPOLA4oyNj9ZAwyV_yTQ/s1600/102.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575569668365701586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHuvHEcTOmn9p7mXOoy4_EV4-QbChU9c9izlNnaoA-JVqi8-1ewzYSD8BIz_l2_Q6uHxoI_KyrYO3NPsFolZePYNrg8eghf157wCc7Y_JsLtzTQcHDInsh2jzFPOLA4oyNj9ZAwyV_yTQ/s400/102.PNG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHfzOfyVXEGDTsvt_0woINffY2Z83cHWul86cIvumOFyuAl7paLjrQTHW85OLDc8J9dl-h9y-VJMXCuKX3uflMqfQRsOW-qe1wKnWnYTjt3nUBuZwhFo6CcxuKydRlHQaG2UqMgW_y0o/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575560204675950178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHfzOfyVXEGDTsvt_0woINffY2Z83cHWul86cIvumOFyuAl7paLjrQTHW85OLDc8J9dl-h9y-VJMXCuKX3uflMqfQRsOW-qe1wKnWnYTjt3nUBuZwhFo6CcxuKydRlHQaG2UqMgW_y0o/s400/012.JPG" /></a>Knee socks on chubby legs. Need I say more?<br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPZS7HmlW31tcRZi-3IMd3KQeKC1od9LC9yolrKNgDRf_uZbTR9S1G-DDhyc04qz0rchYPaF1QYk40sXmfQ1q8Xz9vSGjUNzw-SyPLSrxL4wmZWO83nClLH2u5T-m9PVp_0qcAr1irC8/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575560202850694994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPZS7HmlW31tcRZi-3IMd3KQeKC1od9LC9yolrKNgDRf_uZbTR9S1G-DDhyc04qz0rchYPaF1QYk40sXmfQ1q8Xz9vSGjUNzw-SyPLSrxL4wmZWO83nClLH2u5T-m9PVp_0qcAr1irC8/s400/010.JPG" /></a> We kind of like her a lot. I guess we'll keep her.<br /><br /></div></div></div></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-1871772107388397792011-02-19T16:21:00.000-08:002011-02-19T19:48:29.895-08:00A Big Day and a Christmas Party in February<div align="center">After four attempts at a date, Zoe finally got a blessing and a name on February 5, 2011. Woo hoo!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575561788610390738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0lQHcGhvYlkyxqE5sjfbKnTaLUJhAnKYzhYZNm1sQpLxh-aI3UbFpBHqJGi6z_i7_KkBv4W940W220yrPL1YvxYxCeoU9ehn4_Tj9T_4OE90wNMvYQ9z_P6k_rgm-fWhRy1UIF-hsaE/s400/004.JPG" />Is she not the sweetest thing you've ever seen? I thought so. Me too.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575561781616704098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kKH2LJGNl7Hwvf5miWr6ugiL-1GaQXF4z4da9P2dFKa5xs-R8xiqU8pz92tElvwRdcmy6YDu3brMHiN54OOeXNR9ebdlH2DYxHB2mFiu0LmkA-qgzGfOnYYtYaG9PCjyfaWlCaMBDH4/s400/002.JPG" />Caitlin Rupp was also very sweet and shared her baptism day with Zoe. It was so neat to have the family together to celebrate these two beautiful girls. I so wish I had a picture of Catie and Zoe. The problem is that I'm not great at pictures on days that are slightly stressful and fully fun. I have almost no pictures of the boys' blessing days, so this is at least a step up.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHDWohu66s4mzLOmNPnQi_Azsic9hDWyppVK_rAS-KyFTqmBMMagtoREEtZE_GA0wIj9eOi_ahD8qQnVfd0vB_k1l2pIyiBxKXn8Yuo53TGLRB-lBI3zg5DFhzPjpCw3WcGWQ8H_Q7PZc/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575561791950800082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHDWohu66s4mzLOmNPnQi_Azsic9hDWyppVK_rAS-KyFTqmBMMagtoREEtZE_GA0wIj9eOi_ahD8qQnVfd0vB_k1l2pIyiBxKXn8Yuo53TGLRB-lBI3zg5DFhzPjpCw3WcGWQ8H_Q7PZc/s400/005.JPG" /></a> And after the blessing the real fun and important part began, at least according to the boys . A Christmas party! With presents! In February! Tyler's family didn't have a chance to get together over the holidays, so we thought, why not? Who doesn't love a Christmas present, whenever?<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575562642904580082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4drj5QntBIutZLvhtRRDMAGf0nW2SwrTG5tZ07poYxKDVM-Gm6V_IS_wos9jv03fh-VIb-eYwUjMk4jfllXsqDRhKQANy43cbQm8zsEjRASgq6VTBXjdC0-3YlOD4syPLtbM2qTDmS8/s400/082.JPG" />Crue. Seriously want to bite his cheeks.<br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you to everyone who was able to come and help us celebrate Zoe and Caitlin's big day. To have the love and support of the people we love is the best blessing we could ask for. Johnstons, Callan, and Grandpa Dave and Grandma Julie, and Grandma and Grandpa Wiley, we were thinking of you and missing you!<br /><div><div></div></div><br /></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-40546098847521168432011-02-19T15:56:00.001-08:002011-02-19T16:17:05.514-08:00School Stuff<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1BJCoXDyp-vwnGmnsMYhgkpyt0fPvaicfoWYL4VZfBCaVXWyO07w05f1xNnwCgv2bqO68BTRPXsebaylk79pjO2uEZ5TbEXcMZkPJRAnlY2x50E0nFQy8BE1XeLuFtMFKyxx0POHINA/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575558238026255730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1BJCoXDyp-vwnGmnsMYhgkpyt0fPvaicfoWYL4VZfBCaVXWyO07w05f1xNnwCgv2bqO68BTRPXsebaylk79pjO2uEZ5TbEXcMZkPJRAnlY2x50E0nFQy8BE1XeLuFtMFKyxx0POHINA/s400/013.JPG" /></a> Asher's class has gone on quite a few field trips. The latest was to the Post Office. I just love that face. It makes me happy. (second to the end on the left)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBZxwQ47ydL87pkqQlnzzkHNzvmbYXOY_9VeCJEds_EHvZn2j_cVl1GMXP5gvH2T7rIA1V6WvMn5dW3K371d8yH5tzmI0zdUMoJ-G8eLNgOYSs6_db8jFb-t6l0AkkEl_pO17eQalLDA/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575556165455386210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBZxwQ47ydL87pkqQlnzzkHNzvmbYXOY_9VeCJEds_EHvZn2j_cVl1GMXP5gvH2T7rIA1V6WvMn5dW3K371d8yH5tzmI0zdUMoJ-G8eLNgOYSs6_db8jFb-t6l0AkkEl_pO17eQalLDA/s400/025.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Daxon's</span> class learned about communities by creating one: Welcome to Rock Falls. We heard<br /><div align="center"><em>a lot </em>about this project as they were working on it. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Definitely</span> a favorite of the year.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zvK2Y7t2ORfL7otUmuCh9wGHxQAhhrT8pSH5P7AvskUyU-oBVqHfCkCn8_UlUPTW79xxdZrLmpyYqu68D0c5RXHcCPfJj23UbbItSmEKbe5mcfl7PljQt-PrjU3PSdyKzzl6hRksJTU/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575556159918025490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zvK2Y7t2ORfL7otUmuCh9wGHxQAhhrT8pSH5P7AvskUyU-oBVqHfCkCn8_UlUPTW79xxdZrLmpyYqu68D0c5RXHcCPfJj23UbbItSmEKbe5mcfl7PljQt-PrjU3PSdyKzzl6hRksJTU/s400/022.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYi3dkLFRnBsWoT1v6lgrNhyphenhyphenfFv7PptDpXbnEXPxgxqnPN9jFRh7ypx8r8hCm8d0IO9X89y_NbS_Epyl-ij8jpZmD3Xqz7UuIC8hyTjyhd8UcUbcrG6YP1FunG0F5Ap_w8qKmzbT-eXA/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575556158080024642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYi3dkLFRnBsWoT1v6lgrNhyphenhyphenfFv7PptDpXbnEXPxgxqnPN9jFRh7ypx8r8hCm8d0IO9X89y_NbS_Epyl-ij8jpZmD3Xqz7UuIC8hyTjyhd8UcUbcrG6YP1FunG0F5Ap_w8qKmzbT-eXA/s400/021.JPG" /></a><br />Everyone got to be a citizen and be in charge of one of the buildings. Dax built the town hospital and helped with the Army base.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKb0MscL-xN96Cw_mW0iV6FXOwahN2kzx5c_VSnsFukMvJmttr_eCaCnWDUI8BmmyWJTb915lDvS2J7dwj9MwIMulQjoA5u2jImi60jUJuz9MVBCmrKg7i7mrIZS1E9Rh4KnnodsioOnk/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575556156284907874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKb0MscL-xN96Cw_mW0iV6FXOwahN2kzx5c_VSnsFukMvJmttr_eCaCnWDUI8BmmyWJTb915lDvS2J7dwj9MwIMulQjoA5u2jImi60jUJuz9MVBCmrKg7i7mrIZS1E9Rh4KnnodsioOnk/s400/019.JPG" /></a> Say cheese! Seriously, I know.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-46196248041995801522011-02-19T15:46:00.000-08:002011-02-19T15:56:30.326-08:00Its About Time<div align="center">Whew. Zoe's an eater of cereal now. Even though Dr Knochel said 6 months, I couldn't take it anymore and started her at more like 5 . Yay for staying full and sleeping through the night.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575553196704024482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-eVu5tMn4e8ZOctuQbysSN25EgrbbN0tJA7WKbIAMPFhbhpLIpWpSByeL9Ye3N6fhBBFI5T0ejX8XTVM3AwPGnQ_CzJC_ZpZ6o4C4_kjJK8enzsEaF6P9Gida1385WxBjAa_gg2KZTN0/s400/012.JPG" /></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-11402916193294432172011-02-19T15:40:00.000-08:002011-02-19T15:45:46.313-08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4LK3EQ3StZRXq6prl_c5AYut9JEQdleL1mEM5MZrLHfB415bF4v1xJe63lBOn9mhy7LCxpo6jdaJgo3olTZ4AgNQ4b6QowWyoxiNhhuI0HFcLrZsCdmUN0O6TOEA6T2dImqbdy5bvtU0/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575550747891758770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4LK3EQ3StZRXq6prl_c5AYut9JEQdleL1mEM5MZrLHfB415bF4v1xJe63lBOn9mhy7LCxpo6jdaJgo3olTZ4AgNQ4b6QowWyoxiNhhuI0HFcLrZsCdmUN0O6TOEA6T2dImqbdy5bvtU0/s400/005.JPG" /></a> So sometimes having the tent live in the family room isn't so bad. It makes awesome sleepovers when awesome Max comes to stay.<br /><br /></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-30085475637739366882011-02-19T14:21:00.001-08:002011-02-19T15:39:46.051-08:00Christmastime 2010<div align="center">Christmas is always such a great time of year, and 2010 was no exception. A few highlights from our Holidays:</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnEgNJJQFcyNigvHG0NwSh0pK5UzPx5Dnv2y7vDiyzXFzunXPcaOLziaJhSX63l2v1kWfxIpoxMRbpZYAGv5AbHdRRQtsgNqMWO1Ibe2GCpsnCm77LytrFqQ5NQN-9HDD6z_nTAshjeo0/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575537066157516722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnEgNJJQFcyNigvHG0NwSh0pK5UzPx5Dnv2y7vDiyzXFzunXPcaOLziaJhSX63l2v1kWfxIpoxMRbpZYAGv5AbHdRRQtsgNqMWO1Ibe2GCpsnCm77LytrFqQ5NQN-9HDD6z_nTAshjeo0/s400/012.JPG" /></a> Of course we had to visit Santa<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575548214603061474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2Nhrgqc_dAmdMAthPGW9XXcWp64kBYFhErx9LZC5OJuxBaNeA25UPXVIi5d-k1S01BSWr-nKo0AQsGqUw9Qy9AYgOwpVQFhyphenhyphen9EzTJVDsbmQHaNum53nbatAsJGnn2TavLQhyphenhyphen3sUK3t4/s400/015.JPG" />All of Grandma Jo's kiddos. Use your awesome imagination to picture Zoe bundled to the bundle hilt in the stroller just off to the side. Also, brave, brave <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew</span>. And <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jaci</span>.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlY2M18TglXRpKKxxAr0PlBQw_wmGmW5YAvW42t79NYcPBGau0AAh1iUcpmxf5bRXIGXDExZkckF4jW4E4BTXitr0nXETIRfBMLSMDtjAnu-X1DKtn69eL1OyG4yZVNYopvIMPZI0YzM/s1600/029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575535536311573074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlY2M18TglXRpKKxxAr0PlBQw_wmGmW5YAvW42t79NYcPBGau0AAh1iUcpmxf5bRXIGXDExZkckF4jW4E4BTXitr0nXETIRfBMLSMDtjAnu-X1DKtn69eL1OyG4yZVNYopvIMPZI0YzM/s400/029.JPG" /></a> The last day of school before Christmas break we were cursed, or, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, maybe blessed- <span style="font-size:78%;">if you're one of those moms who are super prepared and ready for the holidays long before they start. You can always assume that that will<em> never</em> be me</span>-with the first ever snow day that I can remember. Truly. Around these parts it takes a lot for things to shut down due to weather. But this day it actually happened. Being a true scout, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dax</span> built a snow tunnel/cave/fort.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5IcYsIukM1aTJ-6OYfWKOFV8NrEQxAvhZmS0sSdT0jiMheFQBxuXHi8qHLxk9THtM3NSF1BLRcaHZUbk01G8dd17f_FemExy1Jor4byeTy00dSfKUqa1LFZ90cQwCg5payQYUdq1y3Q/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575535531010682242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5IcYsIukM1aTJ-6OYfWKOFV8NrEQxAvhZmS0sSdT0jiMheFQBxuXHi8qHLxk9THtM3NSF1BLRcaHZUbk01G8dd17f_FemExy1Jor4byeTy00dSfKUqa1LFZ90cQwCg5payQYUdq1y3Q/s400/027.JPG" /></a> Hayes began construction on a wall from behind which to throw massive snowballs.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHBx1K43iJhxRe2-o0oDjUg4uLFrjWmicSPFvlCETy36or5iPgSDbwESlAxAPaoR3IwkThqD6WBQFln5fFT7itQr4SpqMLZzfR09EvNxfQkPRPen-JX_pMo5Ef_WMTUvcxhSA4lybyRk/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575535529999598082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHBx1K43iJhxRe2-o0oDjUg4uLFrjWmicSPFvlCETy36or5iPgSDbwESlAxAPaoR3IwkThqD6WBQFln5fFT7itQr4SpqMLZzfR09EvNxfQkPRPen-JX_pMo5Ef_WMTUvcxhSA4lybyRk/s400/016.JPG" /></a> Ash did a little sledding, a little building, a lot of hot chocolate drinking.</div><br /><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_5575537050488402130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgeiZ-TSN5s6TejoKsXc2aMVmrKYRL3oKtqubthGp2PqA3q24AqRVCMKbyJ7LZXIjGjyAK1SXLfH1Hs-MtAMNLbaWNQv8r6oyRrAuvVo2d-H9w6yh8BXKs5jO_f_sHuInPfqsuZ9hmxw/s400/021.JPG" /> And Hello! I made my very first ever from total scratch Cinnamon Rolls! They took forever, by the way. I don't know what I was thinking. It must have been all that snow. And the Christmas music. I was in a mood I guess.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YT5hVbWuf-zElw4xvOyulYZbNezl2h8tVI_20idGpNtonk-plq-Vv-Zm3U5GiO4OjWeFdt6WinIx9qL37RnyIP1caoBKXGa_fLj_u30pyXt6zFMuBWHfP2FoppyYPyxksSGPihUO4u4/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575535524874241474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YT5hVbWuf-zElw4xvOyulYZbNezl2h8tVI_20idGpNtonk-plq-Vv-Zm3U5GiO4OjWeFdt6WinIx9qL37RnyIP1caoBKXGa_fLj_u30pyXt6zFMuBWHfP2FoppyYPyxksSGPihUO4u4/s400/011.JPG" /></a><br />The Nativity. Another first for our family, but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definitely</span> not a last. L o v e d it. Such a fun way to remember the Reason for the Season.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPW9CNKahJsbJL3CYMYuEq9OjGRps78pto4ILW-q4th-tM2K_9CxkLRkV_lOgsI7JEVuf6RR3-Aoi0LZ-OY558mlg6qV5Ie3hn5hcNQA2KGwTvV2HuSFL3453ffYPo5CtZcCjuo5OKE8k/s1600/Goshen-20101224-00007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575533300314285778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPW9CNKahJsbJL3CYMYuEq9OjGRps78pto4ILW-q4th-tM2K_9CxkLRkV_lOgsI7JEVuf6RR3-Aoi0LZ-OY558mlg6qV5Ie3hn5hcNQA2KGwTvV2HuSFL3453ffYPo5CtZcCjuo5OKE8k/s400/Goshen-20101224-00007.jpg" /></a> For some reason I started a tradition of making cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve evening when the big boys were really little. The boys always love it, even if it makes me hate myself a little bit every year :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdq4ImQXgFEPyRwTKnGQ8Xj1NPGLQ-tRi1cEEjnhBOAgYtrZNGvKpMLSqkyC2KR7uj5I8VQ8pLFSpAwp7vXpUYY5bojczy19oizdcZFMI4bUvmflojVtyQWRVlgbxVKghZtu1hDDM3FwE/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575533302837059618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdq4ImQXgFEPyRwTKnGQ8Xj1NPGLQ-tRi1cEEjnhBOAgYtrZNGvKpMLSqkyC2KR7uj5I8VQ8pLFSpAwp7vXpUYY5bojczy19oizdcZFMI4bUvmflojVtyQWRVlgbxVKghZtu1hDDM3FwE/s400/009.JPG" /></a><br />Asher asked for an "inside tent" about a week and a half before Christmas. Santa may or may not have been a little stressed out by it, but he sure delivered. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tee pee</span> is as big as our tree and lives occasionally in our family room. Thanks a lot, Santa. </div><div></div><div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-66989398862214085662010-12-12T22:52:00.000-08:002010-12-12T23:00:13.550-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh807gopyHCGWCjG7ew14MtLKObfb_k8sWQIB35_q954CtbATOCb7GK1rLIPojE4XMUBc2zw01aqQpIgqe65fudWhfCTe85t1w_o5defKtFifb9ySKfkuv5C2lsAEtkYAEzQNo-p41nIpk/s1600/416.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550056278792309314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh807gopyHCGWCjG7ew14MtLKObfb_k8sWQIB35_q954CtbATOCb7GK1rLIPojE4XMUBc2zw01aqQpIgqe65fudWhfCTe85t1w_o5defKtFifb9ySKfkuv5C2lsAEtkYAEzQNo-p41nIpk/s400/416.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">At our ward party the kids were all asked to participate in helping to raise money for others by writing a letter about what Christmas means to them. Sometimes Hayes' niceness outweighs his obnoxiousness. Actually, a lot of times. </div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-59003513237111540392010-12-12T22:50:00.000-08:002010-12-12T23:21:53.772-08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2IwwIOfrn0s7yVQty-k0ofITY2cD-1lajb-klzAKu5fazE45VQ-cnbVL1F3WKC7cGWgRixJEnrp8ZVeeEJU1o83km9d-Er4x-nF2xZg6nISxk353rt1XtjZcchWBmBxFGHPcyBA6fIO8/s1600/415.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550055834300338386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2IwwIOfrn0s7yVQty-k0ofITY2cD-1lajb-klzAKu5fazE45VQ-cnbVL1F3WKC7cGWgRixJEnrp8ZVeeEJU1o83km9d-Er4x-nF2xZg6nISxk353rt1XtjZcchWBmBxFGHPcyBA6fIO8/s400/415.jpg" /></a>I mean come on. I spend a lot of time staring at her. <br /></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-16325954363242195112010-12-12T21:50:00.001-08:002010-12-12T22:46:31.260-08:00Thanksgiving 2010<div align="center">The Berretts were nice enough to invite us for Thanksgiving. Little do they know we think a trip to the Berretts is a pretty great vacation. A hot tub and a real live movie room. Not to mention 9 pies for 10 mouths and the chance to hang out with some of our favorite people. So much to be Thankful for.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550041513374307074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAALummikE5Luga_-S2X-tGdMgiAm_6wte6mWZTy57xQYiIGbF951dazdAAfOwlk_VCLcYL9MVDCJNmyfKTHJEDCeRHCn3ELcKbCbY7HbjJrIAg7sbjNcMQo5Hu-NOK5qoapIB6jEf17A/s400/066.JPG" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinf4H2iblyauAulyQcb8LUQPL5LvPMigjuTf9L_trhMfV-FaX-q3zgnpnj_OMEWg2HKA1DJTC1ZCB9n7p8k1Urj5i7Weo5xI48WIpZRGQzmzGO0g4U21U59yRePMLfrcShCIBNxNeE4i4/s1600/071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550041517900654914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinf4H2iblyauAulyQcb8LUQPL5LvPMigjuTf9L_trhMfV-FaX-q3zgnpnj_OMEWg2HKA1DJTC1ZCB9n7p8k1Urj5i7Weo5xI48WIpZRGQzmzGO0g4U21U59yRePMLfrcShCIBNxNeE4i4/s400/071.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550041520316111842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihwbFBcDRykICjx_PlxQR1HlLBM4IsiqFzSjdzwjxaTna2n8vE1fWr8P3F-EyAUSEq4zF0UB_dhEu14iIyCpuBdyoPox_p63sb4OrV6TzvEp7brC3zxAgJr80K9lF9gR6Aky_DvmLXbCw/s400/072.JPG" /><br />See that ping pong ball practice thrower machine? Yes, thats it's technical name. See those kids standing against the wall? Uncle Crae calls this game Flinch.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyybOgo2j4mSE0ZHxYrURW6PnmN-Kxg0vyt-9KrX7xOGUynMRVjUCSF4HAExNK8srjzZHrGXwWKlxAlfFYRlA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><p align="center">Laurie and Crae also introduced us to the true meaning of Thanksgiving Jello: Slurping Contests. No hands allowed.</p><p align="center">Thank you Berretts! We had the best time!</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550051404055805954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ZIuascN8MdQ76farkfN1f9E51qKEgxbV3st_2BqdXc_kOEW1HghOaPulC_qWmYKkt-fP0gbJ6XIbKbYJtNXAlqWS_D_FO-HG7qfl3ByqPyAmb_tqq8qvSjffxeY_2KWl5tED4frYb9w/s400/103.JPG" /></p></div><p align="center">Happy Thanksgiving to All and to All a Good Night.</p>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-11382531665046036932010-12-12T21:16:00.000-08:002010-12-12T22:47:53.942-08:00<div align="center">November may be over, but I'm still Thankful. Thankful for all the boys who live at my house. Tyler was able to get tickets to a few Jazz games through work and who did he choose to take? His little peeps. All alone with no other grownups. I wouldn't want to do that. I guess that's the difference between us. I think they had just a little bit of fun.</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550038188726437650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZwSojO-6ifXcbSwGGrfyLp3Xjhw189iCiMRyUPH2Co_6EhyphenhyphenENPVGQqemfoqAsnSMoLCoEPwEY_LewSCNgvMl-_VM6ATYKoLtxtXD1lsIGQ0sNi_qy1HVkKKi_z4wA1xBDECayDFOfjg/s400/044.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2M7y04FrgIr9NM4P4TJ8yVc0ZhCObhJZmr5pAYB1S1qZT0SsXHp1m4jSvbQtMral7bHaymuYfgpm1dXAIEULV_yBbk_ege4LABbHKEfraYxUTdLYxl8uDt5POfK00emzlEbTUqPpUy0M/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550035074430401618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2M7y04FrgIr9NM4P4TJ8yVc0ZhCObhJZmr5pAYB1S1qZT0SsXHp1m4jSvbQtMral7bHaymuYfgpm1dXAIEULV_yBbk_ege4LABbHKEfraYxUTdLYxl8uDt5POfK00emzlEbTUqPpUy0M/s400/033.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550035542886055106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqM4yLTpN7x7Swk4PTA4TZvbE-9LikIGJx3R5B0qa4-n62znNaEa9W-LdW1DoYxG5GTZHKEILdbjSXshoLgx1Q9X5j2b0c3eLyHo7DQw8FFIP09bSqgLc_lV7kAPG8PKKvom2pvqVcCI/s400/039.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550035537330994802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjusQ-9wnLXa3JUSkUCNBip-SKBSyXl6Djh9txqsN_0qm05vBG5JyRAMmU59bcOEu1JM5TI9OGoPyiOljLTJdHLcm26vqVeGEfP3cG8yM8RmHgRQmJrowZlJty-l-KqdC4w2gBF5MI1Qrg/s400/038.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550035544588985314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlYZZ0-LLetBKaSHhCTNP9vMEahrQxtKETJFfOL2BCrq-8z48qeQHeK79l6eAOe-Qt6r52Zd4_N0ZWhwt8XRPCmeX90DdKRmhjH2tcx7vn6bY403ov8V2LNI6VeOx4zBnd5C6iIaLc7Fk/s400/040.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRCNyFL9pAvuwQtozCuAQCJkT8GTDzyBLVKp0dyaj1It9MyBJG2bNwRsstWvWaMOGVYAqE-6kae_ITbdq-fLnHKuXnR7ZnOn7eHiLnDy9u8VikM6fJYBD-uy9ZwZ0bVlOaC72DFux-yY/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550035068105820946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRCNyFL9pAvuwQtozCuAQCJkT8GTDzyBLVKp0dyaj1It9MyBJG2bNwRsstWvWaMOGVYAqE-6kae_ITbdq-fLnHKuXnR7ZnOn7eHiLnDy9u8VikM6fJYBD-uy9ZwZ0bVlOaC72DFux-yY/s400/032.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550035065291868322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg07pp2qkFkFuJYB_sJeeOeHFMzeT6FRDSsgApiNzp8GNgVP6I-Cs6mdfRuFFFflQxlI_h_UFeaAbGwkaTApAAU1Y_rMCZCjpeOyQr6ko9qXdotSxG33TPG6f2E0EMVul-dbdJsFBeflck/s400/031.JPG" />Thankful.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-66845516617363440392010-12-11T22:25:00.000-08:002010-12-12T18:45:19.194-08:00Just a Long Post About Dax<div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dax</span> turned Nine Years Old clear back in October. And truly, nine is old! Ask Tyler. He has been waiting almost ten long years for a spark of independent interest in sports to surface in at least one of the boys. The spark has finally been struck in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dax</span>. Whew. <span style="font-size:78%;">Although I have to admit it doesn't burn quite as brightly as the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Interest</span> in Star Wars Spark. Or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Obsession</span>. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Potato</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Patoto</span>. </span>In the past year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dax</span> has really started to love basketball and football and plans to go pro in both sports. He will play for the Miami Dolphins during his off-season with the Bulls. So of course I'm really looking forward that. Bo Jackson who? That is one of the many things I love about my boy. For him, the possibilities are always endless. He can grow up to do anything and he is always excited about whatever it is he is involved in. In world where kids grow up way too fast, he is still happily a kid.<br /></div><div align="center">He and Tyler played one-on-one almost every night last summer and his interest hasn't faded yet. He asked for a new Bulls jersey for his birthday and tickets to see them when they come to town. <span style="font-size:78%;">I have some very cute video footage documenting said one-on-one games but my computer is uncooperative. It makes me want to swear, as a matter of fact.</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">He also played and loved Flag Football this fall. Tyler was the team coach. The Dolphins won some and lost some, but no matter the score they rocked it each and every game.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549961219199429234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMvQFGETlYMiUihyp2Sm0Z1FgFicBAAAJhJVT4iRlax_tXhZCoxk7LyioQo-_MuAkmNvSOm-NJxvy4sNflSANvGDKLJkX8KerIXok8LbquHEBjtrYJVE7eDGj7_T9D6YRLR7hBVh5uPM/s400/001.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Daxon</span> is also going to write a novel. Not someday. Today. He's been working on it for a while now. It's actually a series called The Storm Children. He's going to send it to publishers over and over until someone loves it. After all, that's what <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">JK</span> Rowling did. You know I love a bookworm.</div><div align="center"><br /><br />He's done a little skateboarding<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw7XiiyH0p-lwcbNSV3ovObt7VgHuGzYHgPF-nVwv7f_Wp8xgUt4BGO7WKNVoxQn8R3l34uswzOWyKjvVzLzQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />And he is becoming quite the fisherman.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549969956684706642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwsiJe79hiPrl2n5sgelzJp-sc431N4G5OL0B9E9HFHbq_w2N0nNILAiqneORbsMzSe8MMg40VAmh0mFg14uW3kYpNwG10-NixeLa0zwPJm0MSBWW9oYN2v589mnyjQ3iTAFXDj2EDjFQ/s400/244.JPG" /> <p align="center">This might be my favorite picture of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dax</span> from the past year. Fishing with Grandpa Dave on the Big Lost River in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Makay</span><br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549969960862864930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3yWfjwgBYDEehVsxjNLc6xWbZ-rOJd9Ap6DcVhik1Isk-GIybTJSOx8ewc5oPl_204rY-wwi5tm3Cq10IQkNiN7EYRBWHa9V_ANsjRZ5th7q1kNVywW6DHX9LPI7_tMuyvtEcQzpJUNo/s400/250.JPG" /> <p align="center">He caught the first fish that day with his new pole:)<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549679363630601938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZLjw-enCskh99Kq1i8WSpLDPQHrjGJVya-YYuKps65Fy7ioX9sI1eslQW8M4LTrq5CAyMf2sX7bC4Cspd4KPph66rexfJIhiM0uFzGwtlp-1juylFp-M63QhUge9h_sI5Cx6WppCgf9g/s400/060.JPG" />And then there is the intense love of all things Star Wars. Especially <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">unmentionably</span> ugly t shirts that shame me. He had a Star Wars movie party for his big day. Return of the Jedi on the projector screen with lots and lots of pop, candy and friends.<br /><br /><br />But lest you think <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Daxon</span> is all sunshine, rainbows and awesome math tests after this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">braggy</span> post, let the record also state that he has been known to stomp his foot at me until I would like to remove it and has started muttering under his breath when he thinks my back is turned. As I said, he is still a kid, although I can see the teenage years coming and I'm not that excited. But I do so love this oldest boy. Happy Birthday <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dax</span>!</p>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-81757082162491516282010-11-12T13:40:00.001-08:002010-11-13T07:09:51.331-08:00Oh Great<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZVzfHURpeD8z89CXX9Cw3_rpEID22xKE25Byc3VxolqfIdl0vei0mN0BEtR1iC3dBLchVAP_pgrE2X57eBRqkAhdo67Yco0KFARS6TzfnHw1lC6P_um7LjEYrK55PDhao2snYILQrqI/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538785342908158674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZVzfHURpeD8z89CXX9Cw3_rpEID22xKE25Byc3VxolqfIdl0vei0mN0BEtR1iC3dBLchVAP_pgrE2X57eBRqkAhdo67Yco0KFARS6TzfnHw1lC6P_um7LjEYrK55PDhao2snYILQrqI/s400/003.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmK-K7lZ7QLk32ud9gVa1eWR1MEUkBdjG_VIRXKFaDbuLJfQXjUKEfM3fdmjlTCI9uEN7p5etVC6IpGBFJmhhW5XP_rGWxc3USCy2f56jF1DInq4O43IhnlC3ucUhtUASZuC21u67cNeY/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538782624545069154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmK-K7lZ7QLk32ud9gVa1eWR1MEUkBdjG_VIRXKFaDbuLJfQXjUKEfM3fdmjlTCI9uEN7p5etVC6IpGBFJmhhW5XP_rGWxc3USCy2f56jF1DInq4O43IhnlC3ucUhtUASZuC21u67cNeY/s400/007.JPG" /></a>- <span style="font-size:180%;">3</span> Months -<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNUT2D7Slv6IrVbZvWYXR2VUMnrF4LH7unPWWiAjYcOfxNE14LnDmsiOtxTWK3nopHwQ-tkn-OYcUAcN4pqGZrEflR3tEysnuMpyqJkW6Etl2xFfTKk-eXp_Hw4vOJE8J0f1CftUZx4U/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538782614078444354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNUT2D7Slv6IrVbZvWYXR2VUMnrF4LH7unPWWiAjYcOfxNE14LnDmsiOtxTWK3nopHwQ-tkn-OYcUAcN4pqGZrEflR3tEysnuMpyqJkW6Etl2xFfTKk-eXp_Hw4vOJE8J0f1CftUZx4U/s400/008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuPVLIH4qs2f6cmXQqqVESu5Z8Odjs9aJfwPuVNCNjoLc3Zo8imrLV5opYGhfG5vTn_JguvGZgrXXwTTkIO5SKPyKNvk4E7qIx3DvkNdgCy6xW0PgM7c0jN9zRABT5OYa_U5lf2xG7vg/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538782605774236850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuPVLIH4qs2f6cmXQqqVESu5Z8Odjs9aJfwPuVNCNjoLc3Zo8imrLV5opYGhfG5vTn_JguvGZgrXXwTTkIO5SKPyKNvk4E7qIx3DvkNdgCy6xW0PgM7c0jN9zRABT5OYa_U5lf2xG7vg/s400/009.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheA1do00nS1dx85Y7OjzGVQ3JXiZuwUYqVKIU91aC7O3ww_mnWlNMc2KlJwrL4LYmhC1XTnSEA6Mp0RxhQ68kgk4FmUsUCtdLquKQe6-UQtI-dVUWCcJgP9A-Ae_URWqV7tAgWbwUm-eo/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538782603948692706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheA1do00nS1dx85Y7OjzGVQ3JXiZuwUYqVKIU91aC7O3ww_mnWlNMc2KlJwrL4LYmhC1XTnSEA6Mp0RxhQ68kgk4FmUsUCtdLquKQe6-UQtI-dVUWCcJgP9A-Ae_URWqV7tAgWbwUm-eo/s400/010.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Now how am I ever going to get anything done with a baby who looks at me like that?</div></div></div></div></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-78231530440753341262010-10-24T08:12:00.000-07:002010-10-26T13:25:22.489-07:00Nitro Circus<div align="center"> We are thankful for Tyler's job everyday. Not only just because he has a job, but because he has a job where he is challenged and appreciated and can do something he's really good at. We are thankful even on the crappy, stressful days. And we are thankful because its turned out to be a pretty sweet place to work sometimes. A few weeks ago, they had their end-of-summer party. The summer season is a pretty big deal for APX. So naturally, to celebrate a successful season they built a motocross track on their front lawn and had <a href="http://www.nitrocircus.com/">Nitro Circus </a>preform. Now, I know absolutely nothing about Motocross or Supercross, or whatever its called, and even I was impressed-it was super fun.<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532452888057400482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimL_kxzgfea_fAKNWRSxjkkxhO8aa4-YikAvjG4JqCifH2RmX8wrgH87WMtCAZy9P4yvKkG2vQ-Ha83zpRs3wU0jK5mjOoR6Zx3Wl5wrPqxL2eqnenu74df_GdzmUkln-EZxhUcGjNozs/s400/IPHONE+491.JPG" /> <p align="center"><br />The view from the window by Tyler's desk</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532411715163675042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XAOHajVyzbh-hSU4VjGS03UCUxCys-qRCWnJRtYw6f8KqdmBxyjuUMpIjB4rERAzH9p6abQ-5BN7iNDQUtEL_cII5-IAaHgawhjNSHtzM6MHvThivFsm0lPslAJhv_glWOQUlr0p1PU/s400/nitro+circus.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="center">Tyson Rupp, Tyler, Dax, Hayes and Ash with Travis Pastrana and some of the Nitro Circus crew</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532411721231489458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhB4boljiGm8elt-DRz80bfIL55MDxlXym54t3BWx3pagXInIftY1CQzRqqeG-cEdCO3pk98J_AROtp8UMjiNifeW8J_7awvCYh4RkhAidUp_ASIICFqTSk_3RYX__qol7qrZ93dg92os/s400/017.JPG" /><br /><br /><p align="center">The Nitro Circus Grand Entrance - of course they jumped out of a helicopter</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532413159848493058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnwRz3qBnmBdTaICk4DRW7TUuP-kqr_OlOUWIvVR0HgO9GkfR49X3VNqo8MDOT7eq_IjRqxUEykO9vL20kc037_-CXyZ567mhmPw9tr3dJReUmtzeGdxtmemef_niX3HcIwR1H-mdUs38/s400/021.JPG" /><br /><br /><div align="center">APX managers <span style="font-size:78%;">(Tyler on the front row next to the #5) </span><span style="font-size:100%;">waiting for Travis Pastrana to<span style="font-size:180%;"> jump</span> them</div></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532413172548310626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixdjRNcUjpC9Vb6PKEUrBQ-LPDW3s4TmKrb6O1jvjB1n8gPzkT1IuyhyxMAg5peTMGFb6Z4WdCFxpTrDSHbQuxtzzP2oVD5lqbGcdDTR0Rx_E_6sUDYw6E1bV82mCjLxOQgfWIOXVH6Q/s400/023.JPG" /><br /><br /><p align="center">The first jump</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532413164791477410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4l_V7MhYw5SRws-E09T7B7VzpCJHWpUdr8BHZzAFWP_w9pimZ3bFVXxBantgybjTcVUtFodhGMO6wbx74vSO3UykYVb6VLW2TL2IHheeB6hTpD4qpquKNgKCN_Js7lssGCtbTEdtFMhc/s400/022.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><p align="center"></span>And another</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532415430637381458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3Q5bZDG-nb6hoRDFDff6MpKd6gUIKkkoA5xPxoY5vh7v6o2mwT8ZoTfKf5EPYtYGfw-Ngxa27vVI_TcTaROaFZeCiJn57CUQxLFijH5TUFEpOv60JZkA7UwB6f7YnuEv_V2OeFTCoDA/s400/009.JPG" /><br /><br /><p align="center">Broc, Jaci and Callan</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532424928227198498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGVL0IEHa_SwOTa0046D2OqzroAFd7twmbBR8tkb5hDyMuGCdpeOsppNhBU7IfV5-ByJMHxlQBQDF5h71V_S3REjhbP7W0k4IbSJ3V957-qzGxPL2gI9-M9hYfHFb7HEj88SGnYCh-5YI/s400/011.JPG" /> <p align="center"> Hayes with just a leeeetle bit of his J Dawg smeared around. We don't believe in napkins. We just use our freshly autographed shirt. What the heck.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532415440086498738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbOgRkgvmj1kuqLMZDc4xgtQ4ANrY1GueDBcTprqzy0DT_NytzJwwRX7kZXXqJBBfxQ-g3n5PI-OuGmewEYwLxMGjhGmJIOjq9j3M8a1cKHdbV_yswzHfwSQ98TaZpo_M1_XxkxREaVY/s400/027.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532415446327890738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0G22kg0jgYFm0InMTBGeRVEwGyaH011WjGqHVkN-udS-DIayQWVi88k2NfAiXeHaSf95bXjAhOlPdgFvqrakQ4nDxNd9r19KTQmJxBCpoBej8B-uxQUJXOaBzkvXR0ZjJeCyXSOYTVJc/s400/031.JPG" /> <p align="center"> Camillie and Ash, awwww</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532417937935102786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggcfRcNoYS5cUCEiyfObYH3UA7PaTsl4ZKhWV90CJIFX4_cIv_FtPXIS94oAV_HZnqssk4LDnELjlzQTAAQb4zo0dVi6-dt8qeXmcAMLeQPvaWzlnlUJ-ikRrDYrtHV8SCPsyN-APuin0/s400/041.JPG" /> <p align="center"> Ok, so I know you'll be shocked when I say that I made us a tiny bit late. I mean, that's not me <span style="font-size:180%;">at all </span><span style="font-size:78%;">cough, cough. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">By the time we got to the meet and greet we were at the end of a really long line, resulting in the fact that they ran out of t-shirts. Dax got one that fit, Hayes got a man's xtra large and the rest of us got... the shaft. Sorry Tyson. Well, maybe I shouldn't say that. We still got to meet the celebs and enjoy the show. Plus, if you ask the boys they would say that the free J Dawgs, candy and COKE were the !bomb! and the party in their mouths was pretty cool in and of itself. By the way, if you've never had a <a href="http://www.jdawgs.com/">J Dawg</a>, you simply must. They rock the hot dog world. And I'm a firm believer that people who say they don't like hot dogs are just big fat liars.</span></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532451786592458354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Yvtl-L2aoyPJPOXUKeAdx6xckwvIETXW1GZ-6KCBy2qwb598YwSdGVUAJ8NlGSYQSOBmq7nkyK5bd4Q3qySvlm44HaU4jp64lYJPnVk4-8xtEaAhFzn-w_f5gl3mQgZek5o_pCgSh3k/s400/042.JPG" /> <p align="center">The handsome Mr. Tyson Rupp</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532417930325709906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIHaB_4Q091hdVxJ2Q8MJcrZ9cgpscIL11SM9FD5BYKdgwXrR_1e9e_uqR9ARJvSULrw4NbQ8IuHliYT8Stz2CmiPrpz5WL2ijzNjXouOErBmO2mq20LNiI_wppR7GTf-Xuss5vqKYk0c/s400/033.JPG" /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwah_XrJgttNMafxPvyjO6flyCfuSP6hEts8W0TMnSwZCqd-oVN_YvhWsyDMqQGCoJtBvUFWSvATAd0XEmQ2w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-76255713686559100692010-10-23T18:21:00.000-07:002010-10-24T08:05:28.053-07:00Totally 4 Years Old<div align="center">My everyday, all-day, cheek-to-cheek best friend turned <span style="font-size:180%;">4</span>. And let me tell you- when you have two big brothers to keep up with, 4 years old is older and bigger, which is both good and bad, happy and sad. Ash has to do everything the big boys do-ride bikes, skate board, play video games, go to school, play basketball and "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">fitball</span></span>" and talk snotty. But for 6 hours Monday-Friday he can still be just 4, thank goodness. He LOVES to sing, color, secretly watch Dora and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Umi</span></span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Zoomi</span></span> play Batman, read stories and mop. Yes, he is the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">official</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">mopper</span></span> of the kitchen floor. I'm not kidding. I have FOUR children now. I'm just glad the floor gets mopped at all. Plus, he likes it, I promise! His <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">besties</span></span> are still Addie Jo and the twins, although he's starting to branch out and play at friends' houses around the neighborhood. That part of getting bigger <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">doesn't</span> make me so sad-I did mention that we're pretty much cheek-to-cheek, didn't I?<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531425266877158370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFckA6Dqn8VxDmFgp3pmCO1b2w-l81EUSXXOye3k1eWLvGxoZisqW3wM3z2DmSYrcM8X7MqikrPHmVj6hnk5lTU_CLivyCPNmzBLaYFJF3RBskVe2X-fUJVu_Qobd0XlIJn1MhNsYYbFc/s400/IPHONE+218.JPG" />Um, before I had any children I swore <em>my kids </em>would <span style="font-size:180%;">never</span> be the kids in desperate need of haircuts riding their bikes around the neighborhood in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">pjs</span></span> they'd had on for 48 hours with dirty faces and too-small moon boots in July. Huh. Wonder at what point exactly it became <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span></span>.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531423526816457058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs96TS4I-iAp8-4Of1yWQ_vv6PtE7PXnzglbHMegu3xs6UVbJmXYcHUz6NQ2q7agSao3av-pCOTOkNJOi2lmVb8cQ9DkfF9mFxgJ3766azY-RWVIfwlJk5T9s_SxEBxuSwcs58rFhtaA/s400/IPHONE+435.JPG" />Lunch at Dad's work-we love<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531442735885136418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdyTo7VDIcwmpsaPcB4G4Lb-rdYSevtEtAjoNui87jG3CS2rLZToeuAsmG2s1lvuqs-eTFIx0TchyCk3hmHAQYhvEaQcOHllrV9mctl_wfIiCKDR6Onafzv6l-VugBJ4djbZRJs6Ij28/s400/IPHONE+408.JPG" /> Impressive skateboarding, due to a very patient dad. Also placing the blame for the flip flops squarely on the patient dad. That is a canyon trail. Thank goodness he still has ten toes.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531447035571384002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIS29t6hBI4WCwmCCueFXpTYjX1sgqkNgS3klKBEnfjgXL7q8aSQXm9ke7oKAhNGmrkurOmAbwbVb-KtTVWmm8rGubLWWKejHWoe_rDY69-c0NHUE7LRGG8hDv_f7_UUBVa5r_ReU0ss/s400/IPHONE+436.JPG" /> He is, to my great surprise, the most gentle of all the brothers with Zoe. I think they are going to be two peas in a pod. And probably big trouble.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531425253489629266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazzd_Z-i-aejL_OAFDa4L8dIlK9Fg8Er_JN5vq6FAH1K6mBgQzY8Sz73xUxDKZvNQUQvIDlTW_QAEhyYECf91GSdw-Z02ES99_71kfAIltXOrEjbE0MfkNh-aIAT0ZbGYq0NIdFpiOaA/s400/IPHONE+478.JPG" />The morning of his birthday he woke us up yelling "I'm four today!"<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531425269651725154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDjl3mBtiBQFpHL1qV6y0FWISdIJc-epPC96kYJBrMmrvMlUMeD0_N3IKYTcAg7yRd91lEU8xMye5evX8JSMlnJPIBLEDVBo4kmrtvevkB2PZGW8TmPYA2XIp1WkAw8hFh3VatpkBqyA/s400/056.JPG" />As you know, I dearly love his longish hair. He dearly loves gel and (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">faux</span></span>)<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">mohawks</span></span>. So I gave in last week, and what do you know, there was a pretty adorable kid under all that hair. <div align="center"><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwmFSni1jz4XFiKrRCitPnDD2nYKEZUCaD6rXM7_WFSJ2GM9c2Y04j0clm_gYjbwxUyBsis-xlymOnni7gg5Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p>Happy Birthday Asher Bo <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Basher</span>! We love you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">soooo</span> much!</p><br /><br /><p></p></div></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-30539382816862770912010-10-23T17:21:00.000-07:002010-10-23T20:29:39.559-07:00She's Home!<div align="center">Miss <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Zee</span> finally came home on Saturday, September 18, weighing in at 6lbs 2oz. The Monday before she was discharged she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">received</span> a blood transfusion because of a low hemoglobin level. Apparently a super common <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occurrence</span> with preemies, but still, I was a little nervous. Turns out those smart doctors happen to know what they're talking about. It was just what she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">needed</span> to get her here with us. Seriously like magic, before the transfusion was even complete she began to turn the corner. When our fabulous Dr. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Knochel</span> explained how a baby's body works and why she needed it I was again amazed at the knowledge and capabilities of modern medicine. In the following days she was totally weaned off her oxygen and began to eat like it was her job. (Which it so was). Her stay in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">NICU</span> lasted 5 weeks and two days. Now she's gaining around an ounce a day and at her two month check up she was a whopping 7 lbs 4 oz! We've had her home for 5 weeks and we are just falling deeper every day:)<br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531404428014976994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9ACwpQhHfP1ksQZ6owCE2WK0LGLLU-lwNCCjrgYCx5IVkNL3McbdLw17OaNWg904QVzhEsH6ornfm-EaT7jebnObHRsPgXAXiSns_fAL3g6wD4wrDX2XW0myuZ4mO-LGPJX6uppvpyA/s400/IPHONE+446.JPG" />A cute Coming Home Outfit is a must. Ginormous Flower also a must.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531404432082188338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibGZEwMAcOg8eiW4UX48vcyAnftIFf1faLJRnRYA64U0WNWpoRbtX6AdtJPPm8hGU4YIHD9C-dEjSzSKiQUGj5QIxqX3uAEvOhRSSIMNxYcOr1r2vFjwHsWV_TnFgWhJ7Bp5ywb5MTSH4/s400/IPHONE+449.JPG" /></p>And the brotherly love begins...don't worry Miss <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Zee</span>, I'll protect you<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531412355136157874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb0F1gCm4g7F2CHoFATQgPvJOgjy1ZWWehs50tmOGCogL3w3F9lqw8YDK5zGtGLvQBcO5gsvqpERbpp2fc1DJsEtDebl949zGesXPecr6wXsfs45bNSiSsejZ22HwekViCe8jxBlhbhYg/s400/IPHONE+463.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531412361233861794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinLSoqXYwLQQicRaLGrd5aLV9jEG_zEPEPsnr-4TOzrUR59WqAV_X8JFyTFXPPbD68VEGv0rX7RoyCEUIWrjU6bw38svFEFzCHBbpLtVOHVkJfj8gRqBl4MauRuPuutJKK9Y2-hQW8JKE/s400/046.JPG" />I just couldn't help myself<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531412364360662402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbjT6VXVPVnOuPYo8kkMIQmgU0MNnK60_NQlCujz5EUbnaVDAULMhthomim_MY9xZgR5wAnCJgOk00FwutaA5FWGpxQ68fV7jterYhQmeygza9S8hSJU9Pw3UPW0cELKvrudjGd7lQK20/s400/067.JPG" /><br />A girl's gotta have cute toes. <span style="font-size:78%;">Just don't look too closely at my crusty, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">desperately</span>-in need of-a pedicure feet. I'm making an effort.<br /></span></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-87447190865795035562010-09-12T22:17:00.000-07:002010-09-13T00:06:47.006-07:00Zoe Girl<div align="center">What can I say about the sweetest baby that ever was? I'm sorry- I know we all say that about every baby, but this time its legit. She really is the<span style="font-size:180%;"> sweetest</span>. And she's doing great. As of today she weighed 5 lbs 12 oz and is offically one month old! She's getting bigger and stronger all the time. In fact, its almost like she's a real baby! As opposed to a tiny breakable doll we couldn't even touch. Her lungs are totally healthy, although she's still on a trace of oxygen and will probably come home with it. She just seems to like that yicky thing in her nose. No one has told her yet that its not very cute. But then, some girls can pull off anything:) We've been able to get rid of all of her IVs, including her pic line, so a huge wahoo! for that. The last hurdle to jump is eating. The hospital has a pretty strict protocol about oral feedings which we are working our way through. Most days I just like to complain about how dumb it is. Even though I really know it isn't. (Well, it kind of is) Patience is hard. Frustration is easy. Its a good thing she's worth it! Tyler has been amazing and hasn't missed going to work early one time so that he can stop and visit Zoe and feed her a bottle. She's already got him under her spell. Uh, yeah. I think we all saw that coming a mile away. And of course he's got the boys doing their thing so I can be gone. He's working so hard to take care of us all, and I just love him to pieces for it. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">We get to hold and feed her at least three times a day right now. There is just nothing better than rubbing that fluffly baby hair on your cheek. Its my favorite.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I have yet to remember to take my actual camera to the hospital. I know. Therefore, all my pictures are from my phone. They don't even do her awesome beauty justice: <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516274578887888770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzJc-lZuyaM0_Sto7udNCNWU4fYXnThU5gqhEiQrz2DDLCH8cwRAx0rEbego9HWOvIR45szdEejqmwbQSrQ_lX7MxhGq8NQsiiqEWRHDYQIgQAYgH7VQYBHbt9d1NJn65SyZU3x3RVmpk/s400/IMG00129.jpg" />Not quite one week with the cpap to help her lungs<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516274581990705570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5OnVkDSINM1gpuji0F0y4suhURiwpImCexQa3KhodN3LbWYalJM2FHYr7SBFNIyWGS9Ht_xpNXrUCRmuEBjshJTNYcEFmuS24wcE0giHhL27AXT-T-BbC34gWfhpgUROQ8KO6oYXAZQ/s400/IMG00141.jpg" />Pic line in her head and a Miss Piggy nose from the cpap<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516274584289605842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6bEido57UZpbNEazXM-kbXcIQGBzmLVwKqaEMvudwFR27MxkWDxB3kajNph8eonvZwXMw6L70hZO461b7qHFuF9fYAgVS2naAJCzf6v5L8KBsLf3If-V34zrTgzl4nYHQ0n0IL9rIeE/s400/IMG00142.jpg" />A new nightie<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516274588730168642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCCeOX4Lrul5Qs_d1IUm8n__i4S3M8aatc7qwgA7MNvpWGm98O_A0ngoPaWIkFCPg2IasgT4R_kvzZc_v5XUZ4NFS6CQvorlHbUMEzQGmgdp0SFzfJqxv9J6jhwNwIpDYpPfi6YIkbX4/s400/IMG00145.jpg" />Well hello there, Pretty Girl</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516276897463293362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvum2qWTJpmC_iMenk7M2G5oTxUcrfYJ06hQIEyVEiUA2MP41OftuWn-vPof5BwxL7JJveHtQRU1ItIZ9UGjht_x4mVm5eotJkMZEILShiaTN3TEzPGWCBPYx_BaDGhEdiolEz6QaQnbA/s400/IMG00146.jpg" /> <p align="center"></p><p align="center">Bath Night</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516276905589322498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-sWZqzoffjizM1dlyrq3jxyyFZmg1FMqx2cIxnSi2L-9jnBxGniYFZ4UmHgAPmIItNgExncLO_v93Ba8CYsT4ziLr4tn-eT3upwandW61jmbWDwz87bUdaYyk-AQSdu-e-lkz4oKVuWQ/s400/IMG00175.jpg" /> <p align="center">Aww. Dax is in love with her. Hayes loves her but is less interested. Asher, not so much. I think he can tell his world is about to change...</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516276911365039778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSW8x9_GTo0pOa-mzRwUQxYpGhPG5Fo4XzQVWkyx_6FHexAOk8oRI-wZAwrDARVosLuJfhkZ4pfEZSFMAMo-Zk1qhfH7vmTkFqvukGqx4CFhI1RBmozSQHc95kQ_hHd4ylsnCFZ465bKU/s400/IMG00180.jpg" /> <p align="center">One month old!</p><p align="center">This video is of our first time to help bath her, when she was about 2 1/2 weeks old. It was unexpected, so Aunt Camille filmed with my phone. Not great quality, but super precious. <span style="font-size:78%;">If you are offended by naked baby parts, feel free to not push play:) </span></p><p align="center"></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxIPa-7wUJ0KEK9_mgwe7bHIp0WprJl7OlIjXATPouWDgi1PpJr3HIJioeyZ7nKrGBwWNxDFNK2po2-ySXHWw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">Thank you to everyone. For remembering Zoe in your prayers. To nurses and doctors who are wonderful to us. Awesome neighbors and friends who have done so much. And of course to our family for <span style="font-size:130%;">being there</span> and <span style="font-size:130%;">loving us.</span> And loving our kids enough to repeatedly babysit. And then babysit some more. We are blessed. Thank you!</p>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-59887471862557934122010-09-12T20:42:00.000-07:002010-09-13T00:08:57.743-07:00Preschool Rocks. Seriously.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxasJOA2oAHLaf5-XgXltiukec599RopC6IfUjH5NASLDJRDFQqep0rz8Sg1qVNIJVvcR5PxAvujKohq10fWsQgR_iwN9Z5gR8irQ5L0cnhtfX7o9ZVfGBoVvz1DN2aW8ElSZfHoTKBsw/s1600/076.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516240023587401842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxasJOA2oAHLaf5-XgXltiukec599RopC6IfUjH5NASLDJRDFQqep0rz8Sg1qVNIJVvcR5PxAvujKohq10fWsQgR_iwN9Z5gR8irQ5L0cnhtfX7o9ZVfGBoVvz1DN2aW8ElSZfHoTKBsw/s400/076.JPG" /></a> This day was a long time coming. A very long time. Ash has been <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">certain</span> for quite some time now that he is missing out on something good everyday when the big boys head out for school. He re-he-ally <span style="font-size:130%;">wants. to. go. too</span>. There have been tears. There has been wailing. I think there may even have been some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">gnashing</span> of teeth. For this reason I am a believer in Two Years of Preschool. It works for us. So finally Asher's Big Day has arrived. Watch out World. And Miss Jamie.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516240034954486722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGT4Yz0dDBOVJk74Wuqgk-hxZKzk-3pT701xfrj1Hx4ekcceqw3xCFosdSJsU6fjIT6yZJolODclIKbvZxGIZzPnY3lPKXaFIBWayXAZAGt4iI3X59K6ZfN0_aWrWWyL8FLWUV8XE4k8/s400/075.JPG" /></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-32691101993878109472010-09-02T09:32:00.000-07:002010-09-02T09:50:29.839-07:002nd and 3rd<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJVx5F42Vnu_1TcHIEv7LSGlcbfhUSBO225KDNvPTHgHf7Jt-wub1p8F5lHuUWIEIaCErDHUmOO0BRqEKLGwpgSI5_ADeIIQvSu90birGFzSRv4QgwsHZGIZSi12L5bksLRemtDWJJ4s/s1600/Picture+111.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512355408663534258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJVx5F42Vnu_1TcHIEv7LSGlcbfhUSBO225KDNvPTHgHf7Jt-wub1p8F5lHuUWIEIaCErDHUmOO0BRqEKLGwpgSI5_ADeIIQvSu90birGFzSRv4QgwsHZGIZSi12L5bksLRemtDWJJ4s/s400/Picture+111.jpg" /></a> Second and Third Grades, we have arrived. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">As a small side note I would just like to say that yes, I am shallow. For the entire part of my life that I can actually remember I have considered the buying and strategic planning out of school outfits the most important part of the the first week or so of school. Especially important is the FIRST DAY. I am slightly irritated that the boys have now grown up enough to have an opinion where school clothes are concerned. I still want to do all the picking and get the cool clothes. They too want the cool clothes, its just that our idea of cool greatly differs. I just have to publicaly state I do not think Star Wars Clone Wars shirts are cool. Or cute. Same goes for Sponge Bob. A few years ago, I would have outlawed them. But these boys are wearing me down. At least they didn't make an appearance on the first day. And seriously. This is the best picture they would give me. You should have seen the others. They were just too excited to hold still. Oh well. All that said, they're still the cutest 2nd and 3rd graders I know. </div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-91922656135122730572010-09-02T07:31:00.001-07:002010-09-02T08:21:10.147-07:00A Mission to Toca-door<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WiylhpaSwy5drJ3dhOWRvFmvHhw3dO5_vOLW-cx6EMsiyWn0Fy9JIwOP7fvYpT_nhgnq-JibehpLuigjXc7IE9GvPAKdiKgSfthQHD3ZHlDtb4QuNJVaIsTDkhsehKxUNCZOykSfP3U/s1600/dave+and+julie"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512323944551184738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WiylhpaSwy5drJ3dhOWRvFmvHhw3dO5_vOLW-cx6EMsiyWn0Fy9JIwOP7fvYpT_nhgnq-JibehpLuigjXc7IE9GvPAKdiKgSfthQHD3ZHlDtb4QuNJVaIsTDkhsehKxUNCZOykSfP3U/s400/dave+and+julie" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Grandpa</span></span> Dave and Grandma Julie <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">received</span> a mission call to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Ecuador</span>, or as Asher told <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Crae</span></span>, (in a loud, highly-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">enunciated</span> voice) A MI-SHUN TO <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">TOCA</span></span>-DOOR (duh). After two weeks in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">MTC</span></span> they arrived in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Ecuador</span> last Saturday. We are all very super excited to hear about their adventure as they go and have frequent <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">conversations</span> within our little family about what they are doing, what they are eating, what kind of a building they are living in, etc. It has brought much focus on missions and missionary work in general to our lives for which I am grateful because I have to say, I often find it amazing how much information the boys don't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">absorb</span>. <span style="font-size:78%;">Mostly when the information is delivered to them via my voice.</span> Not even in one ear and out the other, but usually right over the tops of their heads. Then, every once in a while, I find it amazing how much information they actually retain. At their farewell, Dave used the analogy of the seeds in an apple compared to missionary work. You can count the seeds in a an apple, but you can't count the apples in a seed. I think. Now, you have to realize that our bench, which held all boys and cousins, was a slightly rowdy bench. Pretty much nothing got through. Then <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">yestereday</span>, which was about 4 weeks after the farewell, I was peeling peaches and Asher was asking me about the pits. I told him we could plant a pit and it would grow into a peach tree. Out of the blue, Hayes piped up,"Yeah. That's just like what they say in church. You can count the apples in a seed, just not the seeds in an apple." Not sure the actual meaning penetrated, but it just goes to show that when grandpas speak, especially in church, boys listen. At least a little. So, Grandpa Dave and Grandma Julie, we love you, we miss you and we can't wait to talk to you! Thank you for being such great examples to us all:)</div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-2196722321140569652010-08-30T16:37:00.000-07:002010-08-30T17:08:54.373-07:00Baby Z!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6FqHUBgdBtT6Q1qS5gVatHHrp8467e-RhD2L3Xu-8_yCe0j5R0Kb6oSeyt7RVWTplFeWEAxYbTHxkTxHr8KRyiVJfOi4EMhgCqgr5DAJPtwHw6BIIct6-aewU5JSuGqs3q-1wbkYzqQ/s1600/Picture+066.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511357687111329378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6FqHUBgdBtT6Q1qS5gVatHHrp8467e-RhD2L3Xu-8_yCe0j5R0Kb6oSeyt7RVWTplFeWEAxYbTHxkTxHr8KRyiVJfOi4EMhgCqgr5DAJPtwHw6BIIct6-aewU5JSuGqs3q-1wbkYzqQ/s400/Picture+066.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Due to some not-fun complications, our sweet Baby Zoe made a surprise appearance almost eight weeks before scheduled on August 12 at 11:39 am. She weighed in at 4 lbs 1 oz and was 17 inches long. I think I might have been the most swollen, miserable person on the face of the earth. Ok, maybe not the <em>entire</em> face of the earth, but it did feel that way. <span style="font-size:78%;">(Hello-look at my hands and nose and, ok, entire face. Super cute)</span> Baby Z is still in the hospital, but improving and getting bigger everyday. Learning to grow some patience is not an easy thing to do when your baby isn't living at home with you, but we feel so blessed that she is healthy and has no major issues other than smallness. We have lots of pictures and lots of updates that may someday actually make it to publication, but for now, Welcome to the world Miss Zoe! We're so excited you are here:)</div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-70525913117242319862010-07-26T13:45:00.000-07:002010-07-26T15:53:42.112-07:00Yay For SnowBird (In the Summertime)<div align="center">It's always one of the highlights of our summer. We're lucky enough to get to stay at Snowbird for a whole week every year with Tyler's family-they've been going for somewhere around 30 (yes, that's three-oh) years now. And every summer, without fail, someone asks me, "What do you do at Snowbird in the summer time?"<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Well, we do a LOT of this:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498321873849730674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZVPwRh_L7p3JTYETiirDm8IfGF9B_B1V3k3YXj6C-liKDDOCO23N6PHxAxsu3P-6MppJfGCkNvGSGk014HtxWITgreYlFB_GFFGrEuWczXpHJSAAxDbCkAhAZ3kcj_tonbYlKFYcHVA/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498321879892114962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrrFhBxbDWt55gH5vTUX8Saw4vN_bxka09UojRM_jPjn1IwFIKYtHG9w0fVrEhrjxILpaykjXaP_nmxUMiBjbVTDB6fZ2IxH69ga2eQ7bwM5jZ1iENS3JlVPB9PWKZifLxslJlfEPJkzM/s400/049.JPG" border="0" />Some of this kind of stuff:</p><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498326427154949362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWHlQWI47AAhAwBTIXgLaC5imPMKASk_falXLE9obkTEtgkAXLjKqFrpMoQkoSPRyn3cpePKB8RZB5wKtLaqxaxtl15HDAhsjE5AU15_7wxSsizfPdn7Pb-DGUdvqTYY4RvrmOpieL0U/s400/058.JPG" border="0" />Dax playing Minute to Win It<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498326418648281954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibwNXMINScvoMvLMyl3TZYDuNrvBo6GB1OqL-uukuziNxeiqgPbStJ9UigueRltgc3RnqjaOMORBwF4Em9mONRPDnwENRczGXFhlwsM77OuRbQMwVDtpFUyB7RyH-XzgKZPni08gqDpzQ/s400/055.JPG" border="0" />Shooting off rockets<br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498329225173852338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48mfMjDbPdu3Y5TddQJjFFWdbLUymVQAnLVUoxvS1qkuYpJTmptSeqT6XJzoGtRMrDlbxB6QsxDGLvoYcy3vbFmnmv9whlV78ZsQqXa8BA9Io1NbxY-L5wq3Kf3SdxPnQO50PpKwqbbQ/s400/092.JPG" border="0" />The ever-popular GAME ROOM<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498344388347951474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7u6qc0R1_CrFSyN-ftpKmqk19TctNKo04uWPkkpUfsulxF5e1GBeQfS8jVu8kreFD73Ag9qZE4GoIz4oS626HJezPu0Zi_exK1oYm6kA2o0SYjnMbBxLamVfAcbq1jMnsib48-jqzG8/s400/081.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498329212033101970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgCfdeITlnOyCubms57eVpHuQxR-H86ErHa_BAaHdj6oNPmCVSfNRY2p36t85Cae9Z0mmMaICdKXJ0zMh4TsK2DuTwjBPA_aiXh4ZGlNB9CegMX2LvYna5adO6H7bQ-JrKgoDbj7i9XC4/s400/085.JPG" border="0" />Grandpa Dave doin' it Shuffle Board style<br /><br /><p>And then of course we throw in some of this:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498332030824684658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2YsOJCZkdyTUnfd8Kj1hSVeknhRoAsckribr7745tsoD2lS55tgNUnYgREJVPMp2718HUB5knvjMUeDQurKw8cqC7C0RweoFY71XtfSr9PW3v0OKZCh14WG9wKpU2US9cf4qLps28O7o/s400/108.JPG" border="0" />Tyler and Asher on the new ropes course(yes they are each wearing a safety harness)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498332021706009186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6PCzGwlb269Xh00deOie1td2saisrfLl3iFo8JRRfBQLRmDJnkfH62YCuoQtuNlQ4h4wo6p_Cx6HU2xbxwIZTbIkD3PnX6TOFyjOcGfSt_9dLzidFKUZuMUAoJ8d38cu8A2hJZIfmp8/s400/105.JPG" border="0" />Ren, Max and Hayes<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498332011300555682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5bd4i5-zxI45oAu9EWN6a-w5KMaazm-Jt5HvzUKJS3xtxWv-C4pHHVfYuickvLC72bwhtuEPhtT3nU3ftjephe8cMjf24D3c2N27rShFMKKAms6w7_TUCQ_3y22ZZcww91chimI4j8VI/s400/101.JPG" border="0" /></p></div></div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498334396886134434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitQNfWxanEbXYOJHC3GAJUoutxek1-2yLPWnNnadnvs63bDN6JO9RjBBcPpHYkxaRgsu0ei_PxZTVXdgzQ1BYSZ38RFpfOQOZz6bqRtIpV25zypstkgP8pF8WYNWsgkKgyc6fp8BxUe4s/s400/145.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Dax and Hayes-too cool for for school or parents on the lift and the Alpine Slide this year</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498334388327765570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPQyJZvc1FT7PtaTItgGellCyvWm2iFK0ArPSQ9atfobRym_M8KOSb1HWvviPWMuj00VUy4BIvNXFXqOyI67ykopnocx6MXirdAsX3n0qOQE6gRV6TMFO0DdPRW-gCNK5ySOtQgBhxQY/s400/141.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Asher and Porter mastered the Bungee Tramp</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498334378376979074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgijR9J8qfRyjZ3TIn8X6Sg5hpfQt1107_Jrt7qT50X531eqsJ9ZNysg2aTBVjv_FOvStbpMreHigJX9MAzK_98kJFk2R2K1kGCe1yKPKi7xr40_o5Lvoq8tQ5Q05gYcZXoFUN-acTIUCk/s400/125.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Dax on the whatever this thing is called</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498335937102391682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO5H4Zgfd_GEmysyaO64JoKjtXveYAuXumqbPu69Mjby2Ou3q2s-nUMgfCbw2PmsoQJCkZTvLKiXQbqBYUqxszm8ShrrgbmkLwqAePvGHQTyIPKVSsCyewjdiD2pT3hxRhzMKtWlyVlJ4/s400/154.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">All the cousins at the top of the tram</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498335927724774770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SX84EDXrKOUSdjzXP1lEw8EHAvdK6-nSUJP7hAjPrHCxMMD4OIimUmqq0zzOu-QCBLrMy_mFQvAHNNYDI9crucex6CXBoHMw3kcrttcuBOGCaM83FdnqnSDDdkz1ccum3w8IYPgHcJY/s400/153.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Asher, Hayes, Dax and Max</p><br /><p align="center">So as you see there is plenty to keep us occupied. These were just a few of the five gazillion pictures we took this year. In the measely ten years I've been we've also been known to fish a little, hike a little and even craft a little. There has been story time, birthday parties, golfing, x boxing and girl's Spa Day. You name it, the Geldmacher's have tried it. While all of this stuff is totally fun, my favorite part is that we mostly do a whole lot of hanging out with family we don't see very often. And of course we engage in a TON of my most favorite pastime- eating. But as I try not to take <em>any</em> pictures of my huge seven-months-along self, let alone with food in my mouth, you'll just have to use your imagination for that part. Trust me, it tastes fabulous, it's just not pretty. </p><br /><p align="center">And that's what you do at Snowbird in the Summertime.</p>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-5372346968985940442010-06-19T07:05:00.000-07:002010-06-19T07:19:01.571-07:00Summer Chores are Hard<div align="center">We started a chore chart this week. After about two days, Hayes said he didn 't really like it and he's tired of folding his own blanket-which is the easiest thing on his list. Yeah, I'm tired of folding that blanket too. I guess he better get used to it. I'm pretty much a slave driver.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSXz-S5Bjj01QzC8IH6W10EjJqLzk41n85SJc92qxp8rKB5HcasupdN2fJ6cAfkdgRqFkhp1eLvY1RdWN_9sEJq7HrFUcy3xZ9csAEBBxB0hyphenhyphenjAjPk3omOMyEg-j0AZoPVEbC8ibEbo0/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484486937389868098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSXz-S5Bjj01QzC8IH6W10EjJqLzk41n85SJc92qxp8rKB5HcasupdN2fJ6cAfkdgRqFkhp1eLvY1RdWN_9sEJq7HrFUcy3xZ9csAEBBxB0hyphenhyphenjAjPk3omOMyEg-j0AZoPVEbC8ibEbo0/s400/019.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9JpnarNsNiX62mFH5rSlNXU6ECPRMq70EeO_W_U3b-zXdXB2Bkyjj-8jveSsHT3odH1831yhfIQXOXBVT2ZEaycsZzG9HW-rTOllT6LKmJPzuHyB88ei4PkcEF8IseCsAMCb5WIzPIk/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484486928890254978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9JpnarNsNiX62mFH5rSlNXU6ECPRMq70EeO_W_U3b-zXdXB2Bkyjj-8jveSsHT3odH1831yhfIQXOXBVT2ZEaycsZzG9HW-rTOllT6LKmJPzuHyB88ei4PkcEF8IseCsAMCb5WIzPIk/s400/020.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfY4Dc_L77UC7xjlBvlvmdJt09L1SITEzUDTzLxzgSQARD5AJGWXgAVpAYFSfpYPiGich4hQxfit0ecS9ICzpq5mtSUXvlNkuYi0PZ2pCULCBSUW5u-QWGdmFBLiyhQkJ2MKRZyKYnVuk/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484486915074503314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfY4Dc_L77UC7xjlBvlvmdJt09L1SITEzUDTzLxzgSQARD5AJGWXgAVpAYFSfpYPiGich4hQxfit0ecS9ICzpq5mtSUXvlNkuYi0PZ2pCULCBSUW5u-QWGdmFBLiyhQkJ2MKRZyKYnVuk/s400/021.JPG" /></a> They didn't seem to mind this particular chore so much. How often does the car need to be washed?<br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-79058932851435022952010-06-18T14:56:00.000-07:002010-06-18T15:14:17.370-07:00<div align="center">Summer is in full swing around here, and we're trying to soak up every minute. We've already finished a session of swimming lessons. The best part is that Asher finally got to participate in his own class and not just watch from the sidelines. And you know that means I got to sit in a chair in the sun all by myself for 30 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">uninterrupted</span> minutes nine days in a row. I love swimming lessons. A lot.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484239513025630434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuA2qVfTB8lZZVq9knvbF9lOXmE3kInjHGCyi0joFlUV20HUeB9ZWmVe-5COdBzaKvdfl8Diems_RUOnURJKFJCGKtLsQ4NbUzhpQpGohVsyBBEeBHMBGXF9_ZANhKHYOYY1WmxX1SUMo/s400/Summer+2010+011.jpg" /></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484239523726947890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjs3LDmLX7K616O8t5ca2Wl3stDTRGwGIPeLgCx5B7lsEjx-xJV8zve8MmlEaqnLe4oB5YpDe6VoTG570q6tF6dZmiO9Bit9LI1fi6cv0VsDhNNg2fXPyJPtfQnpTnwIj2qHURXlqEN7A/s400/Summer+2010+007.jpg" /></p>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330331014273947886.post-24663455329416653592010-06-18T13:38:00.000-07:002010-06-19T07:04:49.008-07:00We Heart the Yankees<div align="center">After skipping the whole baseball scene last year, the boys were really excited to play again. And holey <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">moley</span> what a difference a year makes. We have a little catching up to do, to say the least. But they have an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">awesome</span> coach and have made up some serious ground. They're both doing waaay better than I even thought possible during the first practice. And I can't believe how much fun it is to watch them play. The amazing thing is that for a coach pitch team that isn't even supposed to keep score, they've won every single game. Ask them:) <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484227859005639586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEAIqg0EydTC40eBJbiK9JhopSzPpdPQg4czNSMbt0g8J6re1FTjDJwGCDLwHi4AQY65r3IPAHtoLTnXNz1Uc_tIvCNY7w_nYAORLJzMi4jnFJkO1D4iq8HGjy8BSBX6hVe0cIHnfjhI/s400/004.JPG" /> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dax</span> with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">a totally powerful </span>base hit</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484233247053675762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_AqBvcVgbDfLsX6P11WxmMwrjtds_a9Fy62iSyZ5K8iQ-NLRt2sdRts7mdcRwSUfuRiMgsiwug3hSNb8DTPDYhpfje2YJeQYQ9odAmzbGvfeK0fbrgZ_vLcvt0vTW4pgl9EVUYRfDFGY/s400/013.JPG" />Hayes right at home in right field. I swear that's what I always played too. So again, maybe sometime soon they'll start to take after their dad where sports is concerned...</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484227849094199522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jZ2R5ybLeWWXMuhF3mfhdtCvNgmdpkmjJ-6__pyFyt-3Ma7zjtxMRCi8YoDkCCq7TjIa1ojcUOKPadgBfMcVqyT7rWtaSd8QsIbdthwKnjj8wyFS33prDtHUuEe_V9e-zUPV7aB3z98/s400/017.JPG" /> Trying out second base </div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484221052317171122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh501nFKdMLPMx7fuwqjq2zfFC7bppZGJqJDpBr2sgQCY-g4ATzsera6hOUvI6g9-YQmcaJ7knfSc8lr-QvqHtaNaLWWoUlMx0KGyl3zCCdMDRVqqk8xUklk7gWiVlmwd8Nxk6GeWNwRKU/s400/wedding+008.JPG" /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484226470072576914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6cEKdRBFhPxGX0So5hP7sXcSrP3lEq9CPsi3fum-btkvXUWKpbSQlqbmBxkVecsvSqMTovDlb-cGlMidr8drrkc9VRmbjtaN_mF0ei24boFYwxM4ORWxQCVdEbV_k9gCcW9orFSywTQ/s400/016.JPG" /> Bless his heart, the coach even had enough patience to let Hayes try catching. Slightly painful to watch, but everyone's gotta start somewhere, right?<br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484229804480190338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi88Uzdvw-pJcwbP_nTLg-lY8B-Ftci9po__7BTA9psLv2_TaXt30GrY709_1Obm9mXj3Wd8bH6m6FQOZxhJdpYH_DvYA2rMl1aTOOkMWrqjrFQ1zH5US8v_5Dhwe6vUNfzbrkz05kt65M/s400/014.JPG" />And last, but certainly not least, the infamous Crotch Shot. Because Real Men and Ball Players don't care who's looking.</p></div></div>Emily at The Fine Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09034811725641085927noreply@blogger.com2