tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479154544679528692024-02-02T13:12:37.305-07:00The Nelson FamilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-65303114055218144592010-12-31T10:08:00.003-07:002010-12-31T10:10:41.064-07:00Happy New Year!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TR4ObolzYUI/AAAAAAAAB3I/vL59neYNSXk/s1600/happynewyear.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TR4ObolzYUI/AAAAAAAAB3I/vL59neYNSXk/s320/happynewyear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556894858137002306" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-3154918668639158122010-10-25T12:57:00.003-06:002010-10-25T13:01:53.357-06:00Toothless McGee...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I go to pick Blake up at school this morning, and he has a hole where his front tooth used to be! He lost his tooth! He is so pleased! (Side note: Yes, it is a bit early to be losing teeth, but this one has been hit so many times, it was literally a snaggle tooth! Not gonna miss it sticking straight out! LOL)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TMXT-5aMgkI/AAAAAAAAB28/p8nIIJegJYs/s1600/101_0473.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TMXT-5aMgkI/AAAAAAAAB28/p8nIIJegJYs/s320/101_0473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532060794810565186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TMXT-iEAp9I/AAAAAAAAB20/dlaFrqa3FfA/s1600/101_0472.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TMXT-iEAp9I/AAAAAAAAB20/dlaFrqa3FfA/s320/101_0472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532060788543498194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We went to Target for groceries, and he had to show EVERYONE! He carried the tooth around in a plastic baggie. Gross? Yes. Did he love it? Absolutely!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-46330114604704475002010-10-25T10:17:00.003-06:002010-10-25T10:21:44.001-06:00Cousins! All boys!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For my dad's birthday, we (my sister and I) got our kids together for a picture. This was the best one we got. The others included a crying Connor, a moving Henry, and a cheesy Blake. Phew, that was a work out!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TMWuLa9uxjI/AAAAAAAAB2s/MNjOKBP9JMs/s320/the+boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532019228534556210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Apparently we can only have boys in this family.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-28974962125863197302010-09-02T15:13:00.004-06:002010-09-02T15:31:56.737-06:00the Connor chronicles<div><div style="text-align: center; ">Because the last little bit I have been focusing on Blake, I thought it may be nice to see Connor.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TIAT5oAW-2I/AAAAAAAAB2U/DSrqrye9ttM/s1600/connor1.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TIAT5oAW-2I/AAAAAAAAB2U/DSrqrye9ttM/s320/connor1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512427824613882722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; ">He is now 18 months old! I can't believe it! Sometimes I feel like I just had Blake, let alone Connor! Connor is a sweetie. He is way more cuddly and clingy than Blake ever was, but he also prefers Matt to me. Kinda funny.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">He loves to laugh, and is super silly. (pardon the messy house! LOL)</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzeZm-fIlARP54yd6vIEU8QZNIQZu3aUNf-dLJrD9NiOgh-CmnwDXFZbZGDs4bMX2MP5W8K2oj-xfJeBn2RGw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Connor LOVES shoes! He takes my shoes out of the closet and just leaves them all over the house. Call me crazy, but nothing is cuter than a baby in nothing but a diaper and adult shoes.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TIAXARZVxmI/AAAAAAAAB2c/n8bnpdEDP80/s1600/101_0296.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TIAXARZVxmI/AAAAAAAAB2c/n8bnpdEDP80/s320/101_0296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512431237338613346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">By now, Blake was talking, but Connor says only about 5 words in connor-ese... I am guessing it is because Blake talks enough for the two of them combined! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He chases Blake up and down our hall, and no one can get him to laugh like Blake. I love having two boys!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-24830217426232509002010-08-25T12:56:00.004-06:002010-08-25T13:06:50.555-06:00The soccer mom...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's official. I am now a van driving, soccer mom.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Blake's first soccer game was last night. I thought it was so funny! No referees, just the coaches out on the field basically telling the kids what to do. Bunch Ball at it's finest (and cutest!) Blake had such a huge cheering section (me, Matt, Connor, Aunt Paige, Henry, Gma Christy, Gpa Drew, Gma Annette, Gpa Gary, Uncle Mike, Aunt Alyssa, Uncle Scott), that he spent the entire time running after the ball while waving. So so cute. Can't wait for more!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/THVouLDE9OI/AAAAAAAAB2M/mKKgSzy_8ug/s1600/101_0471.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/THVouLDE9OI/AAAAAAAAB2M/mKKgSzy_8ug/s320/101_0471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509424861606638818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">4 of the 6 members of his team. Blake is #4. Yup, the one with the baggy shorts. Next year: Order an Xsmall, not a Small. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/THVotneTtPI/AAAAAAAAB2E/XCluQr8Xvc8/s1600/101_0470.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/THVotneTtPI/AAAAAAAAB2E/XCluQr8Xvc8/s320/101_0470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509424852057175282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hamming it up for the camera.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/THVotneTtPI/AAAAAAAAB2E/XCluQr8Xvc8/s1600/101_0470.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/THVotEsRcVI/AAAAAAAAB18/XPUgZdmclQE/s1600/101_0469.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/THVotEsRcVI/AAAAAAAAB18/XPUgZdmclQE/s320/101_0469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509424842720506194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Mommy, the sun is in my eyes."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-61124865088003694732010-08-14T09:36:00.004-06:002010-08-14T09:41:49.991-06:00Oh, hi mommy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TGa4rtMCatI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/FIrgj-fYStA/s1600/101_0464.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TGa4rtMCatI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/FIrgj-fYStA/s320/101_0464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505290655510981330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TGa4rPd_BYI/AAAAAAAAB1I/B2oifCM_EbM/s1600/101_0463.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TGa4rPd_BYI/AAAAAAAAB1I/B2oifCM_EbM/s320/101_0463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505290647533192578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TGa4q4T7UGI/AAAAAAAAB1A/XcARZbc67MI/s1600/101_0462.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/TGa4q4T7UGI/AAAAAAAAB1A/XcARZbc67MI/s320/101_0462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505290641316991074" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Lesson # eleventy-seven... leaving a 4-year-old alone in the bathroom is a dangerous (though hilarious) idea OR if you give a 4-year-old a lip gloss.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Blake has been a little obsessed with things I am doing. Make-up, nail polish stuff like that. He still doesn't quite get that not everyone uses that stuff! The other day I told him that girls wore eye shadow and he said, "That's ok. Someday when I marry Lexi (his grandma's cousin's daughter--adopted, calm down) I will buy her lots of eyeshadow." I told him she would probably like that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What a funny kid!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-80099930363082055482010-08-12T10:53:00.002-06:002010-08-12T10:54:56.092-06:00It's a MI-RA-CLE!Holy cow! Brooke is gonna start blogging again?!? <div><br /></div><div>Okay, okay, I have been a slacker. BUT, I am gonna get going with the blog again! Stay tuned!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-85795459732867934402009-11-05T13:47:00.004-07:002009-11-05T13:50:55.570-07:00I love my boys!<div style="text-align: center;">I love that Matt will just sit down on the couch and laugh and giggle with the boys. I know that I joke about actually having 3 kids (Well, I do in lots of ways! Sometimes Matt acts like a 5 year old!) but it is times like this that I am glad!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SvM6DyX0z6I/AAAAAAAABvc/jfirSvJTHEo/s1600-h/100_1567.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SvM6DyX0z6I/AAAAAAAABvc/jfirSvJTHEo/s320/100_1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400724214883078050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">What a great dad! I love you honey!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SvM6TPO_Q6I/AAAAAAAABvs/arkkT6BDDFY/s1600-h/100_1569.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SvM6TPO_Q6I/AAAAAAAABvs/arkkT6BDDFY/s320/100_1569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400724480328680354" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-63574371238570052262009-11-05T13:43:00.003-07:002009-11-05T13:44:59.561-07:00My first.... Chocolate Chip Cookie<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SvM5EUbvEvI/AAAAAAAABvU/IRqBo1pS5Us/s1600-h/100_1588.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SvM5EUbvEvI/AAAAAAAABvU/IRqBo1pS5Us/s320/100_1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400723124514657010" border="0" /></a><br />Words can't express the mess, or how much fun he had! He is his mother's son! We are choc-aholics!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-55942192041318184582009-11-05T13:39:00.001-07:002009-11-05T13:42:40.480-07:00Happy Halloween from the Nelson's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SvM4c_VarTI/AAAAAAAABvM/ilvIPkqBHdU/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SvM4c_VarTI/AAAAAAAABvM/ilvIPkqBHdU/s320/HALLOWEEN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400722448836111666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SvM4cfs9DuI/AAAAAAAABvE/Ff7EF4lQHTU/s1600-h/halloween+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SvM4cfs9DuI/AAAAAAAABvE/Ff7EF4lQHTU/s320/halloween+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400722440344899298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, I realize I don't have a pic of Connor on here. I have to grab my mom's photo card! I will add it as soon as possible.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-16763107696569565752009-10-23T19:04:00.003-06:002009-10-23T19:15:50.279-06:00Ahhh, the joys of a boy...<div style="text-align: center;">So today I was taking a nap after Matt got home (thanks Matt!) and when I woke up, this is the story I was told... I don't know if this would have happened if I had had girls...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SuJVJ9U0vgI/AAAAAAAABuk/w7LmyRl8XRw/s1600-h/100_1439.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SuJVJ9U0vgI/AAAAAAAABuk/w7LmyRl8XRw/s320/100_1439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395968933112364546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So, Blake had left a rake out in our backyard by the tree. He decided to go and grab it and put it in the garage. Matt figured we don't have a gate leading out of our backyard (we can thank the previous owners of this house for that), and he can't reach the button for the garage door, so he was safe enough. <br /><br />After 5-6 minutes, he realized that Blake wasn't back inside yet, so he went out back, and saw Blake trying to shove the rake up and over the fence into our neighbors yard.<br /><br />"Blake!"<br /><br />"ooohhh---yes?"<br /><br />"Stop doing that. Put the rake away, and come inside."<br /><br />"okay daddy"<br /><br />5-6 more minutes pass and he still isn't inside. So Matt opens up the back door and scans the back yard from right to left. He doesn't see anything until he gets at to 9:00 from where he was standing. He sees a little bum, and that is it.<br /><br />"Blake!"<br /><br />"oooohh--yes daddy?"<br /><br />"What are you doing?"<br /><br />"going potty"<br /><br />"we don't go potty outside! It isn't a bathroom."<br /><br />"sure it is!"<br /><br />"no, it isn't. come inside."<br /><br />"I'm not done yet"<br /><br />He proceeded to finish his bidness.... just a little stream. Pulled up his pants, and came inside.<br /><br />Now, I for one would never have done that when I was young! Is this just a boy thing?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-82395293381601425612009-10-21T08:18:00.004-06:002009-10-21T09:09:51.068-06:00Cisco- better than Bank of America<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWUVvbqiE7FDA0Al2MQa_Z07kTxtEn48EDy9vgtbANo1pZQEX3-VmGxeXnFyWdQvfm56g64BoQ6znVfHl30XeuUn5Xezek0xBVt5o_3oIb25e8jXFxymXK4cSpMFgbng-7NHv5rkK4WkI/s1600-h/logo.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395059586607807106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWUVvbqiE7FDA0Al2MQa_Z07kTxtEn48EDy9vgtbANo1pZQEX3-VmGxeXnFyWdQvfm56g64BoQ6znVfHl30XeuUn5Xezek0xBVt5o_3oIb25e8jXFxymXK4cSpMFgbng-7NHv5rkK4WkI/s320/logo.gif" border="0" /></a> So I am only three days into my new job and I already feel a huge burden off my shoulders. No cardholders yelling, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nobody</span> asking me to do WAY more than I get paid for, and no more agents complaining (non stop) about how much they hate their jobs.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There is still some ambiguity as to what exactly I will be doing at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cisco</span>, but I do know that many of my new employees are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Portuguese</span> speakers, and will be helping clients located in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Brasil</span>. I am happy to be using my language skills again.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395070312281524178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-uGgXCcseT6_KFivkWxRT6EUi6El_2IzCKvzSoM6kjz9g7hPINO1hgaCYvu4UheUN_AhV3LKd30iUergYhtZmhLnUIkgiRVRusAlhnBdRGEp1Mwmd7ZYhGDhH2tQxIT9Wl8DIEVzjdY4/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" /></div></div>rohwer_25http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074314373175396017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-71350850234341399192009-10-16T10:31:00.003-06:002009-10-16T10:35:55.571-06:00Funniest video ever...<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ssd-7Rq2JdM&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ssd-7Rq2JdM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><p></p><p><a title="from Will Ferrell and Adam " href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/74/the-landlord-from-will-ferrell-and-adam-ghost-panther-mckay">The Landlord</a> from <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/will_ferrell">Will Ferrell</a></p><p>I laughed really hard at this...</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-79416642480764551392009-10-13T18:11:00.003-06:002009-10-13T18:33:17.676-06:00Swimming LessonsSo I am too cheap to pay someone to teach Blake to swim, so for the last few weeks I have been taking him to the Bubble (now the South Davis Recreation Center) and have been trying to get him to get over his fear of water. He and I took lessons together when he was about a year and a half old, and he loved it. But now, it is a pain to get him to go beyond where he can touch the bottom.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3rA1Djet5NyGHu0GwIf6NhzM7-KFfJAB2uZDh_HNuc8FBXlsCrjft5-I_AApvbvvJ3b_0evQqThytkmT_RJbHxriWztC5kEx5qGyfuGs4voS7BfIcSK-f1Tfa_7rb4Vd-LIZ-ZPLBMs/s1600-h/100_1549.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3rA1Djet5NyGHu0GwIf6NhzM7-KFfJAB2uZDh_HNuc8FBXlsCrjft5-I_AApvbvvJ3b_0evQqThytkmT_RJbHxriWztC5kEx5qGyfuGs4voS7BfIcSK-f1Tfa_7rb4Vd-LIZ-ZPLBMs/s320/100_1549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392243734379077458" border="0" /></a>Each time we go, he gets a bit more courageous. Maybe by the time he is in college he will be willing to go int the deep end. The major downside of public pools is two-fold: 1) They put SO much chlorine in the pool that I smelled like chemicals for days. 2) Creepy, naked old men in the locker room. If you know what I mean, you know what I mean. If you do not, then you are a very lucky human,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgloFI49fckrrD4e4OjbMZ3A-IcvpkrtJauEUmosdsotsby0dDroeX4LGN0o2Z3A02QuxWqDSBWrhdFxumAWNjktqsBtvLfN0-u_L5xltzA9YG_TFnBzXbRlsz7K7axC2iHZ79jTRok1M/s1600-h/100_1552.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgloFI49fckrrD4e4OjbMZ3A-IcvpkrtJauEUmosdsotsby0dDroeX4LGN0o2Z3A02QuxWqDSBWrhdFxumAWNjktqsBtvLfN0-u_L5xltzA9YG_TFnBzXbRlsz7K7axC2iHZ79jTRok1M/s320/100_1552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392247086870391250" border="0" /></a>rohwer_25http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074314373175396017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-33175431187105667622009-10-11T19:02:00.005-06:002009-10-11T19:33:53.772-06:00Donny Osmond and Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/StKGU55wJZI/AAAAAAAABuU/j_LFT0QcZjI/s1600-h/1242951146.15898.Donny16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/StKGU55wJZI/AAAAAAAABuU/j_LFT0QcZjI/s320/1242951146.15898.Donny16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391519397614462354" border="0" /></a><br />So do you want to learn what Donny Osmond taught me in my dream last night? Of coarse you do. Well just after bringing him a Coke rather than the Sprite he had ordered (sorry about that Donny, I still feel bad about that), he taught me how to pop the top off a Coke bottle without a bottle opener by just using my wedding ring.<br /><br />1- Give the cap a twist (to loosen it. Donny did it better than I ever could)<br />2- Put the bottle cap's edge just under your wedding ring<br />3- Bend your fingers down like your are holding the top of the bottle<br />4- With your right hand, grab the bottom of the bottle and move it away and up while holding the top of the bottle in place with your left hand (with your grip keeping the edge of the cap in place under you ring)<br /><br />I have not tried it yet, but for you boozers out there, let me know if it works (remember: this all came to me in a glorious vision with Donny on a yacht. I know, weird)<br /><br />And if you are reading this thinking that Brooke wrote it, you are wrong. As ashamed as I am, this is a Matt dream. :(Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-79348987338906264372009-10-09T12:53:00.006-06:002009-10-09T13:06:56.595-06:00Confessions of a Desperate Mother<div style="text-align: center;"><br />Every mother at some point has one of those desperate moments in which you do crazy "look-at-that-poor-mother" things!<br /><br />Like the time I ran out of wet wipes and Blake had a massive explodo poop in the car. I didn't have wet wipes, but I did have armor all wipes for the interior of my car! Yes, I armor-alled Blake's patootie! Wha-What? His back side sparkled! But I did take him home and give him a bath.<br /><br />Desperate mothers do desperate things! Like today. I know that I don't need to explain this, but I basically put my son in a rolling cage to go to sleep! What? Let me show you.<br /><br />First this happened.... (Yes, he can sit in a cart now! I do not miss being tethered to that car seat!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/Ss-HxTjtOaI/AAAAAAAABuE/M1T9rJFOj9c/s1600-h/100_1556.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/Ss-HxTjtOaI/AAAAAAAABuE/M1T9rJFOj9c/s320/100_1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390676560119151010" border="0" /></a><br />So I picked him up. That looked extremely uncomfortable! But, then he got really heavy! 18 pounds of baby can really weigh you down! So I did this...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/Ss-IIi8nPpI/AAAAAAAABuM/HYtFHrtHIbI/s1600-h/100_1557.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/Ss-IIi8nPpI/AAAAAAAABuM/HYtFHrtHIbI/s320/100_1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390676959387139730" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, he is in the front of the cart under the little seat.... i just set him down. He is sleeping on Blake's sweater, so he has a little pillow. That counts for something right?<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-87996321123423582912009-09-12T19:46:00.004-06:002009-09-12T19:52:55.363-06:00Up up and away! or CHARGE!<div style="text-align: center;">Depending on how you view a cape, the title will make sense!<br /><br />For Blake's Halloween costume, we decided that he would be a knight (which means that Mommy found a really cheap knight costume at Dollar Tree!! Helmet, breast plate, and shield--$3! YES!) . So I decided I would make my first ever Halloween costume... well part of it. I found a great tutorial <a href="http://pukingpastilles.com/?p=57">HERE</a>... and this is how it turned out....<br /><br />Notice the incredibly attractive "too small but he won't let me throw them away" jammies.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SqxPyf8E60I/AAAAAAAABt0/UCrobNoLWV4/s1600-h/cape2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SqxPyf8E60I/AAAAAAAABt0/UCrobNoLWV4/s320/cape2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380763383786433346" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SqxPx4PLdzI/AAAAAAAABts/QsEPBo5kbVA/s1600-h/cape+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SqxPx4PLdzI/AAAAAAAABts/QsEPBo5kbVA/s320/cape+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380763373129135922" border="0" /></a>(Yes I forced him to stand here for this pic... awful mommy!)<br /><br /></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SqxPyyzVleI/AAAAAAAABt8/GFFuGdETHIA/s1600-h/cape+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SqxPyyzVleI/AAAAAAAABt8/GFFuGdETHIA/s320/cape+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380763388850050530" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-85630966239921251552009-09-06T10:02:00.002-06:002009-09-06T10:05:29.071-06:00Remember When?Matt and Blake went to the movie store tonight and came back with "The Last Unicorn!" Doy ou remember that movie from way way way back when? Matt and I watched it when we were really little, but we remember some parts of it... so we got to take a trip down memory lane, and laugh at the early animation, and the "great" music...<br /><br />enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5RpRxS28RA&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5RpRxS28RA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-49409925732311391712009-08-29T19:29:00.003-06:002009-08-29T19:35:02.666-06:001 + 1 = Ew Gross<div style="text-align: center;">This...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpnWqRSBttI/AAAAAAAABs8/V5I1RiRpcfM/s1600-h/100_1467.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpnWqRSBttI/AAAAAAAABs8/V5I1RiRpcfM/s320/100_1467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375563651925259986" border="0" /></a><br />plus this...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpnWrImbuvI/AAAAAAAABtE/CDBw85toxGs/s1600-h/100_1470.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpnWrImbuvI/AAAAAAAABtE/CDBw85toxGs/s320/100_1470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375563666774801138" border="0" /></a><br />equals....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpnWraC1FkI/AAAAAAAABtM/gQhFYvU1vNA/s1600-h/100_1471.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpnWraC1FkI/AAAAAAAABtM/gQhFYvU1vNA/s320/100_1471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375563671457306178" border="0" /></a> EW GROSS! (And this is a clean feeding!)<br /><br />Ahhh the joys of solid food. (those are sweet potatoes)<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-79275426171253514752009-08-24T21:17:00.002-06:002009-08-24T21:49:50.812-06:00Emergancy Prep Kinda Sucks<div style="text-align: center;">So, the ward seems to think that the end is near. Every first Sunday (starting with August) for the rest of the year we will have (and have had) Emergency/ Disaster Preparation. The first set of items that we were asked to get ready were water and personal documentation. I had no idea how much water I need, lame. The human body needs at least 1 gallon per day. Not to mention all the water you need to clean. <br />So after class today, I went and picked-up four 7-gallon containers, one for each of us. So based on the aforementioned calculations, I hope the next disaster lasts for less than 3-4 days. Oh yeah, and it cost $75. That's the sucky part. I'm all for post-apocalyptic survival strategy, but does it have to put me out by so much hard earned.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik99mhflmiqOhLwupmerjnDtts_AQR7zRPu0BnWzXWWmNPfzeAXorslhLV4Ped2GKw_YA7ci-p-y929Ta10NOTvmzM7xmU0Fsso9ROO_ReuwkvMjdumCYSnO8_4zDjqS7VtBe9VEW3bfk/s1600-h/watercontainer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik99mhflmiqOhLwupmerjnDtts_AQR7zRPu0BnWzXWWmNPfzeAXorslhLV4Ped2GKw_YA7ci-p-y929Ta10NOTvmzM7xmU0Fsso9ROO_ReuwkvMjdumCYSnO8_4zDjqS7VtBe9VEW3bfk/s320/watercontainer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373735383733358338" border="0" /></a>Now, for the next few days, I will be scanning in drivers licenses, SSN cards, life insurance policies and the like. Lucky me.<br /><br /><br /></div>rohwer_25http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074314373175396017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-20708801587458251262009-08-24T16:07:00.007-06:002009-08-24T16:32:38.409-06:00<div style="text-align: center;">This weekend we went to my parent's cabin up outside of Evanston, WY back into Utah. It is in a place called Uinta Lands... up by East Fork of the Bear Scout Camp (in case you were wondering...haha). Anywho, we went out of town. And it was so much FUN!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpMRLtBuo5I/AAAAAAAABsM/ci054gmgQG4/s1600-h/IMG_1581.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpMRLtBuo5I/AAAAAAAABsM/ci054gmgQG4/s320/IMG_1581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373657673146213266" border="0" /></a>Blake went fishing for the first time with my sister Paige, her son and her husband. After this picture was taken, then went swimming in the river. Of course Blake wanted to take his clothes off. But what they didn't know was he took EVERYTHING OFF. I have a pic, but i think that is verging on kiddie porn if I put it up here. Just know that he is the only one naked, and he tromped through 50 feet of forest in nothing but his crocs. I guess he truly is a boy. I don't know that a girl would have done that!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpMR6SJR_bI/AAAAAAAABsU/W8tB5NaCQn8/s1600-h/IMG_1584.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpMR6SJR_bI/AAAAAAAABsU/W8tB5NaCQn8/s320/IMG_1584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373658473383984562" border="0" /></a>Then he went poop in the river! Holy COW! Not that I blame her, but Paige refused to clean him up. So here he is washing up. Notice Paige is cracking up. He kept asking why he had to sit down in the river.<br /><br />I guess I should count my blessing though because at least he went #2 somewhere other than his diaper. That has been our most recent struggle.<br /><br />We also watched for squirels...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpMTGb_AxgI/AAAAAAAABsc/EwcnQbwW5UI/s1600-h/100_1454.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpMTGb_AxgI/AAAAAAAABsc/EwcnQbwW5UI/s320/100_1454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373659781695325698" border="0" /></a><br />Did you think we forgot connor? Nope!<br />He decided to ham it up and pose for me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpMUB3NN8JI/AAAAAAAABss/sDQWAenC6EU/s1600-h/100_1453.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpMUB3NN8JI/AAAAAAAABss/sDQWAenC6EU/s320/100_1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373660802614947986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpMUBAPufhI/AAAAAAAABsk/JlT5zcW1VG0/s1600-h/100_1452.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpMUBAPufhI/AAAAAAAABsk/JlT5zcW1VG0/s320/100_1452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373660787861519890" border="0" /></a><br />OH! and look at the GORGEOUS view!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpMUyJHd5HI/AAAAAAAABs0/WQTmCoMlcGQ/s1600-h/sunset+pic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SpMUyJHd5HI/AAAAAAAABs0/WQTmCoMlcGQ/s320/sunset+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373661632056386674" border="0" /></a><br />Okay, enough pictures! Anywho, that was our weekend!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-65464321581726834562009-08-14T11:12:00.001-06:002009-08-14T11:54:50.841-06:00Finger Puppets<span style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">I found these on etsy, and I decided to make them myself! They were $8 a piece! I made 15!</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SoWb2PQiEFI/AAAAAAAABr8/N5uPMs_l_bg/s1600-h/hedgehog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SoWb2PQiEFI/AAAAAAAABr8/N5uPMs_l_bg/s320/hedgehog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369869486820298834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SoWb1asADaI/AAAAAAAABr0/JvCZW4rRGf0/s1600-h/animals+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SoWb1asADaI/AAAAAAAABr0/JvCZW4rRGf0/s320/animals+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369869472708431266" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-24684652645168702502009-08-07T19:05:00.002-06:002009-08-07T19:16:44.520-06:00He is our bean.... He is our bean...<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxj1jIDnrWygVA-lF7ufyGahd6ipNd39kXKtJ1h4Ef6HiQ64NzEEEneBCBHLJnnV6gsyreN1ow2p__KibIR' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Matt is gonna kill me for putting this up, but it was too cute not to. This is my favorite sound. <br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-37524561250559326932009-07-20T09:19:00.003-06:002009-07-20T09:31:34.894-06:00From the mouth of a 3 1/2 year old...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SmSNbcv1UKI/AAAAAAAABrA/4_D57xO_2HQ/s1600-h/100_1353.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SmSNbcv1UKI/AAAAAAAABrA/4_D57xO_2HQ/s320/100_1353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360564959190536354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Lately Blake has been coming up with lots of excuses as to why he does things. But my favorite one (okay it is my least favorite because I hear it 10 times a day) is this...<br /><br />Me: Blake, why did you hit connor?<br />Blake: Sometimes I do that.<br /><br />or<br /><br />Me: Blake, why did you throw that?<br />Blake: Sometimes little boys do that.<br /><br />UG! The other day I turned into a monster!<br /><br />Me: Blake! Why did you do that? AND DON'T YOU DARE SAY "SOMETIMES I DO THAT!"<br /><br />I really don't wake up and think.... "Hmmm, today I am gonna be a mean monster mommy and scream at my kid." I swear I don't. But lately? It is becoming easier and easier!?!<br /><br />On the other hand, he has been doing some insanely funny things lately, so I don't stay mad too long. It is too hard to be mad when your son is saying<br /><br />"Lions, and tigers, and bears... and hippopotamuses (sp?)". <br /><br />Or singing the ABC's like William Shatner..."A... BC... DEF... G... HI... JK...etc." Breathy spaces in between each break.<br /><br />I can't wait for Connor to start talking. Then they can talk to each other!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447915454467952869.post-40806634336692110292009-07-20T08:09:00.001-06:002009-07-20T08:11:04.378-06:00sleeping like a baby...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SmR6oEvIxTI/AAAAAAAABq4/wvWEokAQi-I/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFemWA45ChE/SmR6oEvIxTI/AAAAAAAABq4/wvWEokAQi-I/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360544285362537778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Do you know what I want? I want to be able to sleep soundly anywhere! <br />Connor slept this way (on the hand) for half an hour, and gpa Gary just sat there...<br />How cute!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0