tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73215733586810662742024-03-12T22:36:41.790-07:00Adams FamilyCarly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.comBlogger201125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-45469310481144582982012-05-10T15:44:00.002-07:002012-05-10T17:36:05.429-07:00<h2 style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;">
<b>Olive Denise Adams</b></h2>
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<b>Born May 9th at 11:37pm</b></h4>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">7 lbs. 14.5 oz. and 19.5 inches long </span> </b></span></h4>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">I (Michael) thought I could write something here while Carly and baby Olive are sleeping away. It is Thursday now and they've had a long night and need some rest, and I wanted to record a little of the experience.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">On Tuesday, May 8th Carly was set to get induced. I had taken off work and my mom had flown in to watch A and P. We were ready to make things happen. Carly got all ready to go and at 7am we called the hospital they told us that they didn't have any open beds and to call back at 9am, then at noon, then possibly later in the day, and finally they said to call back the next morning. Instead of having a baby, Carly went to the fabric store to get fabric to redo the kids room. Later my mom and I redid our backyard which looks like we were on a backyard makeover show or something. I am super excited about it.</span></span><br />
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<tr style="color: #38761d;"><td class="tr-caption" style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;">Carly wanted to remember how P could just sit on top of her pregnant belly. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"> Anyway yesterday morning we called the hospital and still no room in the inn. Apparently since Carly was getting induced she didn't even get the barn out back. So I went to work and Carly and my mom started work on the bumpers and and quilts. At 5pm I got a very excited call from Carly who sounded like she had won the lottery. We were going in.</span></div>
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We got into our room about 6:45pm , but I think the nurse's shifts end at 7, so we didn't see anyone until probably 7:20 or so. </div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"> They went through the million questions and maybe around 8:40 they started Carly on Pitocin and around 9 they broke her water. Then the epidural started maybe 30 minutes or so after that. Things were calm for a while. </span></div>
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Then the real contractions started and Carly realized that her epidural wasn't quite working right. Her legs and everywhere down there went numb like it was supposed to but she could still feel every contraction (so could I as she squeezed my hand off). She'd be hot during the contraction and cold in between, so I did my best to fan her and keep her comfortable. She just kept saying, "Why would anyone want to give birth naturally. This is so much worse than with Avery or Pierson." I kept trying to get her to scream, like I remember hearing some lady screaming in the hospital when Avery was born or like the movies, but Carly said that would have taken too much work. The anesthesiologist gave her a bigger dose of medicine, which helped to keep her right leg completely numb the whole night, but only slightly helped with Carly's painful contractions. Around 11 o'clock the nurse called the doctor and things were moving along pretty fast and he'd better hurry and come in. About 11:25 the doctor walked in and things were happening. Carly started pushing and after 3 or 4 pushes Olive's little head came out, followed by the rest of her completely purple body. With the exception of how purple she was, in my opinion, she was the most normal looking and prettiest baby of the three. Sorry Avery and Pierson, you're cute now. Or maybe I'm just getting used to how newborns look. Carly looked great too, just as beautiful as ever. Since Olive has been an unpopular name with some family and friends, I think we were hesitant to name her Olive, even though Carly and I both really like it. But on the drive to the hospital we talked about it and I said since Carly has dark hair now, I thought Olive would too. She agreed. We both said that we thought that if she did have dark hair than I guess she's meant to be Olive. As soon as I saw her hair, I thought she was a beautiful baby and Olive was the perfect name. Anyway here are a bunch of picture I took. Enjoy.</div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Since the birth things have been pretty relaxed.
Olive has been a great nurser and has slept most of the
time. This morning my mom brought Pierson and Avery to meet their new baby sister. I don't think she cried once; hopefully her calm, good nature will continue when we get home. Avery was so excited she could hardly stand it. She did a lot of her nervous giggle, but less than I expected, I actually think she was ready for Olive to come and couldn't wait to hold her. Pierson just kept saying, "oh she's cute". He would then smoosh her face with 10 kisses. They were both really good with her. Hopefully that will continue when we get home too. </span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilOWdOe90Ha7UFZiFSGz2eLnx7P9Y-no0qxaTZDA3i_fGhPh9rMxFfEa6bqedAMLqMAnBI40jlOLcOsez-oC556EOrLro1oga5vYYySqI4fEcSgyCorARxK7-jbtI9dtwbRbtEQglRI53O/s1600/IMG_1177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilOWdOe90Ha7UFZiFSGz2eLnx7P9Y-no0qxaTZDA3i_fGhPh9rMxFfEa6bqedAMLqMAnBI40jlOLcOsez-oC556EOrLro1oga5vYYySqI4fEcSgyCorARxK7-jbtI9dtwbRbtEQglRI53O/s320/IMG_1177.JPG" width="212" /></a>Here are the bunk beds that Michael built... aren't they pretty awesome? The kids LOVE them. Avery calls the top bunk her Rapunzel tower and says she's not scared because no bad things can get her up that high. I didn't really take any pictures of the process of making them but we did get a few shots of Avery helping paint them. Isn't she a cute painter!? I bought fabric yesterday for bedding and I am excited to get started on it. Now we just have to figure out how to rearrange the room to make them not looks so massive. One project down, one just beginning! Isn't that the way it always works? I will be excited when there room is complete!Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-91804116550138211842012-04-30T07:30:00.000-07:002012-04-30T07:30:06.118-07:00Here We Are Today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today is April 29. We were a little late to Church today, but such is life... right? The kids got new bunk beds last night (more on that soon) and we had a late night setting them up. Today I am 38 weeks pregnant. Its exciting to think in two weeks from today we will have a baby. I have an ultrasound Tuesday to set an induction date which will probably be May 7, 8, or 9th depending on the doctor's schedule. How in the world is this pregnancy over? But I also think, how in the world can I get any bigger (I really don't want to find out that question)? We have had a good Sunday and are about to have dinner with friends. The weather is great. The kids are great (Pierson needed the nap to be great). It's just another day in paradise!<br />
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<br />Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-53757090749725403872012-02-15T09:56:00.000-08:002012-02-15T10:31:52.999-08:00Last Valentine's DayWas a Monday and we had dinner group. I cooked dinner and we shared it with some of our favorite people...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here is Michael and I cheesing it up<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTOgMnLel-db9qWzpuyCdmNvv4YYNfWtVcla1pc36u9ggKYSgBlqS2IbjoLfBDxiCRln8LHP_dtNnRmtCMS7iJ_7hX3INSnE9poGRbI4Z5MPXLRljy1q-lipIjAXf7jl8iRJg-3LkW1_ZE/s1600/February2011+005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTOgMnLel-db9qWzpuyCdmNvv4YYNfWtVcla1pc36u9ggKYSgBlqS2IbjoLfBDxiCRln8LHP_dtNnRmtCMS7iJ_7hX3INSnE9poGRbI4Z5MPXLRljy1q-lipIjAXf7jl8iRJg-3LkW1_ZE/s400/February2011+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709424224561818914" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Leah and Gwen.... husbandless. They were probably just as happy with each other.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmA0cQ8g_-qCsepH7r2ZdsdGg-E4ZV4w7zKslP4mu0vQsNsZQp70iRf_0C8jCpODgjs2GErUUdXqzfqwZPYLaPt3HrXc4SinYJ8p5WmEAqWj1WE9acRgFx8XszwKH5mfFiiMeenRGCQVRn/s1600/February2011+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmA0cQ8g_-qCsepH7r2ZdsdGg-E4ZV4w7zKslP4mu0vQsNsZQp70iRf_0C8jCpODgjs2GErUUdXqzfqwZPYLaPt3HrXc4SinYJ8p5WmEAqWj1WE9acRgFx8XszwKH5mfFiiMeenRGCQVRn/s400/February2011+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709424223701641282" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The little babes. They sure were little.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1lFvVNvQnhtICMNNhjzYHpqR8BPJ1WABnJ8GxhLLsjlEdw_NlBiBAVhzdzuF56dBJfZ-Tpkf36WzZVrESTGNkhfhj3C-1wf05LT8W6oJyNbB7MOz5IpOPtRvx4AmyrMxwFgzIQ5dlOVT/s1600/February2011+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1lFvVNvQnhtICMNNhjzYHpqR8BPJ1WABnJ8GxhLLsjlEdw_NlBiBAVhzdzuF56dBJfZ-Tpkf36WzZVrESTGNkhfhj3C-1wf05LT8W6oJyNbB7MOz5IpOPtRvx4AmyrMxwFgzIQ5dlOVT/s400/February2011+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709424209402015682" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The bigger kids, but they are still really little.<br /> These two are some of Avery's favorite people (even though R doesn't look as excited).<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8bokwN_iTIQrilQvZBZlKua95X3yAuJaWeTFCxs2n9YBfYbyAk-ncF6SVEXgJFySIXZQOCJRLqaQzr6X3GZWillnENFPL4_jHlUkfP8Q7KyskN3HT64fUEwPrtyLaG1f_tUxjJJhVpCC/s1600/February2011+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8bokwN_iTIQrilQvZBZlKua95X3yAuJaWeTFCxs2n9YBfYbyAk-ncF6SVEXgJFySIXZQOCJRLqaQzr6X3GZWillnENFPL4_jHlUkfP8Q7KyskN3HT64fUEwPrtyLaG1f_tUxjJJhVpCC/s400/February2011+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709424205824372098" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And here is my chubby cheeked baby drinking from a goblet. Oh he was so little!<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihbyXHez5CgpGQ116KaAKhTzwIVuQyOvZYYhZdH6NyQ3QH7P_QlpB3qW6P5FqHWbiC5jyp6aPpKc-RCV8i2YAqEBmSMuDVLBF82xm8KfuomrtPxW5c_CIT8U_0kv04bbc4nalKVJRr2Mdi/s1600/February2011+008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihbyXHez5CgpGQ116KaAKhTzwIVuQyOvZYYhZdH6NyQ3QH7P_QlpB3qW6P5FqHWbiC5jyp6aPpKc-RCV8i2YAqEBmSMuDVLBF82xm8KfuomrtPxW5c_CIT8U_0kv04bbc4nalKVJRr2Mdi/s400/February2011+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709424236964663170" border="0" /></a><br />This year for Valentine's Day didn't really seem much like Valentine's at all. We did go and surprise Michael at work for lunch. But Michael had to go to mutual (youth group) so the kids and I did our normal Tuesday routine. I didn't even take one picture. How lame am I?Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-46221582543191936422012-01-29T17:33:00.000-08:002012-01-29T19:16:23.422-08:00Sundays January 2011Since I posted practically nothing last year I am going to have a lot of retro-posts trying to make up for the year I slacked off. Here our the January Sundays that I found of 2011. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4AiojU1sa5ypeeE7u2bsp6wRTsuBTmS-AgsqJ7UMdQx5qI0XqRcLNt5hyXkD7y2MPbyZ0d7w2QFA91-DBJaXzGrpnp6eDwvQsQ4zw9yINSpGuHMFliKiGLSD7WxiknHmaG4IrOhxTCxR/s1600/January2011+109.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4AiojU1sa5ypeeE7u2bsp6wRTsuBTmS-AgsqJ7UMdQx5qI0XqRcLNt5hyXkD7y2MPbyZ0d7w2QFA91-DBJaXzGrpnp6eDwvQsQ4zw9yINSpGuHMFliKiGLSD7WxiknHmaG4IrOhxTCxR/s400/January2011+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703257637882030978" border="0" /></a>I think its crazy how much Pierce and I changed in a year and how little Michael and Avery did.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiolmzi3tmhBX3UEeoSSoXhvcRh2K71OiM6mb8aDaSVzu99Wb9qEZqIEvUd1yAXn4KR8j6LF0xk8TeGerixtZAHM__fpSyDf2QV2rzHWKg4njOfZZ3P2VQbIAST1BetrjR_uHf-1ZZpClqr/s1600/January2011+118%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiolmzi3tmhBX3UEeoSSoXhvcRh2K71OiM6mb8aDaSVzu99Wb9qEZqIEvUd1yAXn4KR8j6LF0xk8TeGerixtZAHM__fpSyDf2QV2rzHWKg4njOfZZ3P2VQbIAST1BetrjR_uHf-1ZZpClqr/s400/January2011+118%25281%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703233556108872402" border="0" /></a>The kids were just so cute... and my tummy <span style="font-size:78%;">(and face and thighs) </span>was just so much smaller!Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-71913225312246507162012-01-29T16:34:00.001-08:002012-01-29T17:06:25.512-08:00January 2012 SundaysFor over a year we have been taking weekly Sunday pictures. Up to this point, I have not been a great poster of these pictures <span style="font-size:180%;">so</span> this year I am going to make it a goal to post every Sunday picture. Here is the first month.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">January 1, 2012<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3eSeamJZ6fsmoBps_Sqxo4VKI-JhC_GhmCVRr-57IVf-YxHFCI8OscJVSuUpKPxLqaXip2Blua6xhtmnJZslNFEtTjEUomQJ0NsQlNvVcyk3yj3KZXKl9jdy1CxZPLy9fLRZCJm-oEsm/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3eSeamJZ6fsmoBps_Sqxo4VKI-JhC_GhmCVRr-57IVf-YxHFCI8OscJVSuUpKPxLqaXip2Blua6xhtmnJZslNFEtTjEUomQJ0NsQlNvVcyk3yj3KZXKl9jdy1CxZPLy9fLRZCJm-oEsm/s400/IMG_0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703221528567644050" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">January 8, 2012<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7kKO9vCN59hMZfx1yq5xXgx9L-8SPK3wLSz9J83xCX_I8-Qxt4Ke_3d_0RKLH6LGLvolyhoB8Z4UkuVQm1X1a4uT4uhRAhQdhVnrkASRf33g_zqRs4-_UvEWOqApAKy89kCHDUpNiR7gL/s1600/IMG_0206.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 396px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7kKO9vCN59hMZfx1yq5xXgx9L-8SPK3wLSz9J83xCX_I8-Qxt4Ke_3d_0RKLH6LGLvolyhoB8Z4UkuVQm1X1a4uT4uhRAhQdhVnrkASRf33g_zqRs4-_UvEWOqApAKy89kCHDUpNiR7gL/s400/IMG_0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703221532608774306" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(and the fat pregnant face begins... 22 weeks)<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">January 15, 2012<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijSA2mLJD00Hl7mhmaAWSLK3RysmeSAfWDYjV90Abmh39emedKBFYh5sP7jBWoPB0Bd8qpSdMqCSAqOXsL2Ad-wqXDFD8uMyiaXXtmyiO7l3yVnNfFDn7sWNtl0GtplhHVno-XNP1kCN-v/s1600/IMG_0273.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 437px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijSA2mLJD00Hl7mhmaAWSLK3RysmeSAfWDYjV90Abmh39emedKBFYh5sP7jBWoPB0Bd8qpSdMqCSAqOXsL2Ad-wqXDFD8uMyiaXXtmyiO7l3yVnNfFDn7sWNtl0GtplhHVno-XNP1kCN-v/s400/IMG_0273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703221540703450322" border="0" /></a><br />January 22, 2012<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oC1BX9l7fESssc-rqU9vxJvRwLB3_TKDal9lrRRI4IWAWTviuZeBgxS1L7PeleVsz8oAx1OHxgHeyFVAtn4Du5IWbB6pEgt-vy8vhRZED5BrFYcmxWxljwyQz0jyd9en7gL_BCX0b1PH/s1600/IMG_0298.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oC1BX9l7fESssc-rqU9vxJvRwLB3_TKDal9lrRRI4IWAWTviuZeBgxS1L7PeleVsz8oAx1OHxgHeyFVAtn4Du5IWbB6pEgt-vy8vhRZED5BrFYcmxWxljwyQz0jyd9en7gL_BCX0b1PH/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703221544168954562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">January 29,2012<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJHQn0Q0VZaEg2M1vZROPAl2fXf7s4iW48Qm2izx8XA01lz21t1Q4IjURDzzXsgG9T603pExtv8ePpd1xQb0sLBvZc3-z50slFlerLYDTf54cJGqKs96gXGEs7VLaGXepziwUXUf2rHREZ/s1600/IMG_0383.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJHQn0Q0VZaEg2M1vZROPAl2fXf7s4iW48Qm2izx8XA01lz21t1Q4IjURDzzXsgG9T603pExtv8ePpd1xQb0sLBvZc3-z50slFlerLYDTf54cJGqKs96gXGEs7VLaGXepziwUXUf2rHREZ/s400/IMG_0383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703224838056650354" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-70766765175459640082012-01-17T10:14:00.000-08:002012-01-17T10:35:18.474-08:00A New Year<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZ6DNaCuefsXC25Q18ONbeKAn8RWtLCWd6LJrfe6bnESj9fvnww6-_F_j-KwxSHiwYZ39RlAAxG2FQUHMW93IJRazYMQBajghiGanfAEbxCwhjwIcAJVsbDKSMB2ItRapQ9xiNcDNt2fy/s1600/Carly%2527s+27+BIrthday.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZ6DNaCuefsXC25Q18ONbeKAn8RWtLCWd6LJrfe6bnESj9fvnww6-_F_j-KwxSHiwYZ39RlAAxG2FQUHMW93IJRazYMQBajghiGanfAEbxCwhjwIcAJVsbDKSMB2ItRapQ9xiNcDNt2fy/s400/Carly%2527s+27+BIrthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698671213480800322" border="0" /></a><br />We have had a great new year so far. We haven't done anything too exciting but we did have my birthday yesterday and it was wonderful. Lindsi came in town on Friday night, we went to Simply FOndue on Saturday with Russ, Katie, Kari, and Rob (sans kids). Yesterday Michael had the day off of work and he kept the kids so I could go out to lunch with Lindsi and Katie. Then we dropped Lindsi off at the airport and later went to Lucille's BBQ for dinner with Rob and Kari. It was delicious... here is the only picture we (Kari) took on my birthday. THANKS everybody it was a great 27th birthday!Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-71693848744208479502011-09-16T09:16:00.000-07:002011-09-16T09:16:41.642-07:00What the Hail?That was the common phrase around here last Saturday morning :)<br />When we woke up it was like any other day. Michael left to pick up some furniture in LA and the kids went out to play. Then we heard a ton of scary thunder. We went over to the neighbors to talk about how crazy the thunder was. Then all of the sudden it started hailing... out of nowhere. I jumped into their house with the kids. I realized I needed to get this on camera so I ran back to my house and got pelted by the hail. Which didn't hurt, just wanted to sound dramatic :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjug8kzvn9pumtCWxKoOUPF56FNC_U7AD291t0KtiTsdcy2PdwC5Y2DNuebLFD2E56ylKlnmhcNHVIk9xyMN-JWrGVIBtGvh37xv3_DGgAk_dapm3mHozdkgdkLbmjpWyoISvY-uto8gzXW/s1600/AugSept2011+053.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjug8kzvn9pumtCWxKoOUPF56FNC_U7AD291t0KtiTsdcy2PdwC5Y2DNuebLFD2E56ylKlnmhcNHVIk9xyMN-JWrGVIBtGvh37xv3_DGgAk_dapm3mHozdkgdkLbmjpWyoISvY-uto8gzXW/s400/AugSept2011+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652745107343997250" border="0" /></a><br />The hail was at least marble-grape sized. It covered the ground in white then the rain started to pour. The video is the transitions from hail to rain.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx_x00iOGFsfL1vamXg1xyIcNBWQJi_Sz1Hk0vjTB46eNLaxhUFtp28PInh6G_LwDKq2JKCm-n5-wMWWhryhw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />I seriously have never seen anything like this... even in all my Alabama years. It was so crazy! When Michael got back it was sunny and most of the hail was melted... like it had never happened. I am glad that i got video so that he could see it but he was sad he missed it in person.<br /><br />On the same note there was an earthquake centered in Newport Beach two night ago. I think it was a 3.6. So crazy!Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-75781749713433551962011-09-14T16:47:00.001-07:002011-09-14T23:29:11.449-07:00This is what happens...When you clean your house by 9am.<br />When you try and study your scriptures.<br />When your kids are surprisingly quiet and getting along.<br />When you have a boy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClIdtrqfpePKlvLl6ejwx9rS340FA3hs7rPmWdgxqHMsRxDzI8P1lwuCGgEJ4i5Z4vOR2JyzE9gIvFSIATDosxaBYPLASe81wWN2TARGAJH5JYPkrQ2qOZcJvh2KyfHPRbPIL4jZSsBSd/s1600/AugSept2011+003.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClIdtrqfpePKlvLl6ejwx9rS340FA3hs7rPmWdgxqHMsRxDzI8P1lwuCGgEJ4i5Z4vOR2JyzE9gIvFSIATDosxaBYPLASe81wWN2TARGAJH5JYPkrQ2qOZcJvh2KyfHPRbPIL4jZSsBSd/s400/AugSept2011+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652367729704003858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwnPRdqlR-ngtr6NqMM-rCvVK5HplyS_h4tiv_uMTJv_d6aww9IgeM7cx8LI8DuhJYrMaRqnv18M1jUklqaOBnW_9UNJoYfl4kOnMpcScr42yZQmng_qZxbszc6IRf6gI2WbzcnDi95aT/s1600/AugSept2011+001.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwnPRdqlR-ngtr6NqMM-rCvVK5HplyS_h4tiv_uMTJv_d6aww9IgeM7cx8LI8DuhJYrMaRqnv18M1jUklqaOBnW_9UNJoYfl4kOnMpcScr42yZQmng_qZxbszc6IRf6gI2WbzcnDi95aT/s400/AugSept2011+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652367333613104018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9puR_SoMwuNY7USi2_0n-YW-ug43BC-gBlpEk5CdQqads2C0yQpqNbG8wHzeAC7Hqr9l0pVlCkYTNS9l4Cf_de3XbaAU6kSn06ARfiRfRyngYnY41QGNDygX2xFmqhFgz1roTQXn5Ty0/s1600/AugSept2011+002.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9puR_SoMwuNY7USi2_0n-YW-ug43BC-gBlpEk5CdQqads2C0yQpqNbG8wHzeAC7Hqr9l0pVlCkYTNS9l4Cf_de3XbaAU6kSn06ARfiRfRyngYnY41QGNDygX2xFmqhFgz1roTQXn5Ty0/s400/AugSept2011+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652367323521313634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I wish you could see all the swiffer wet jet fluid all over my floor... and my 50lb bag of flour. Thank you son. He also ripped open that box of Lucky Charms and the bag. His sister would have never done that :)<br /><br /> I tried to get a picture of the thread that was laced throughout my living room but you couldn't see it. You couldn't walk with out getting tangled in yards and yards of all my thread. Thank you sissy.<br /><br />I guess you can't be on top of it all.... even when you thought you were doing a darn good job of it.<br /></div>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-40071498183315578162011-06-19T23:09:00.000-07:002012-01-04T13:56:58.518-08:00I am Grateful for Dads<div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90QAchc1G4IsIJhbStWv1qIJPn6wwKVxB3Ulc6w1PrBFHMNI3kRmAQbogtNq6zqD6idlCGhp9Rew_T5a0sJQcaut-gwhwM1XhWyWtMmctcE0rYUx1Z3aHPx5mAT3wLopyIE8B7R3Qslgk/s1600/IMG_5894.JPG"><img style="width: 300px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620183252008675586" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90QAchc1G4IsIJhbStWv1qIJPn6wwKVxB3Ulc6w1PrBFHMNI3kRmAQbogtNq6zqD6idlCGhp9Rew_T5a0sJQcaut-gwhwM1XhWyWtMmctcE0rYUx1Z3aHPx5mAT3wLopyIE8B7R3Qslgk/s400/IMG_5894.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>This weekend for Father's Day, Michael and some friends decided to go hike Zions. They were gone for 48 hours and drove 16 of them, but Mike said it was totally worth it. I was glad that he had fun but even more glad that he was home. There is not a face I like seeing more than my husband's. He is definitely the best thing that has ever happened to me. He is so kind and patient with me and the kids. I am so grateful that he has such a strong testimony of the Gospel and shares that with our children. I am grateful that he likes to play with them whether it be babies, princesses, wrestling<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwMYS4bUNA3-BNfvlsD_31jPpENQtNQLjnlmJfvFmcbqAGQnFdp6_ey93-8RopUu9bx_unWL8hPiG1dy4zTEuH_QjDUWR9slGLARqAQ2BrMAgaBs3uqhulqIyxn04y5pFHceP3vcJjfyEk/s1600/February2011+027.JPG"><img style="width: 400px; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620181918337187650" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwMYS4bUNA3-BNfvlsD_31jPpENQtNQLjnlmJfvFmcbqAGQnFdp6_ey93-8RopUu9bx_unWL8hPiG1dy4zTEuH_QjDUWR9slGLARqAQ2BrMAgaBs3uqhulqIyxn04y5pFHceP3vcJjfyEk/s400/February2011+027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I am grateful for Michael's dad. Not only for raising the best guy ever, but for how wonderful, loving, kind, and understanding he is. I have always felt very loved and accepted in Michael's family and my father-in-law plays a huge role in that. He's the one that made us realize that we needed to get married. He really is great.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBugI0KF2b0py71P7DwLNFoeWb1IHLPJmBOW-urRNkS-YtBtjgvS7GCTHH7WCrElHMZ8eNSPakedkz_hBYSQ0_MgVGzk3phkuZYR_73qplFh71r0n3lk9wJ-VcSRV59YttRhmKBHQRE82/s1600/April2011+731.JPG"><img style="width: 300px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620181912807235938" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBugI0KF2b0py71P7DwLNFoeWb1IHLPJmBOW-urRNkS-YtBtjgvS7GCTHH7WCrElHMZ8eNSPakedkz_hBYSQ0_MgVGzk3phkuZYR_73qplFh71r0n3lk9wJ-VcSRV59YttRhmKBHQRE82/s400/April2011+731.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div>I am grateful for my dad. He has always been so fun, loving, and supportive my whole life. He is a pretty chill guy which is quite a task when living with 9 girls. He has always been more than willing to do things with me like school projects, looking into prosthetics, urging me to do the Paralympics, and getting me a job with HOme Depot under the OJOP program. He has really blessed my life in so many ways and I think he is the absolute best dad. I love him a lot!<br /><br />I don't have pictures of my grandpas but I am so grateful for them in my life as well. They have always been a source of wisdom, kindness, and love. They raised two wonderful parents that I have been blessed with. They have always supported me and been there for me in times I needed them.<br /><br />I am also grateful for my Father in Heaven who has blessed my life each day in countless ways. I know that He loves me and is there for me always.<br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/lds.org"></a></div>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-18773058939488853982011-06-13T23:33:00.000-07:002011-06-13T23:35:49.415-07:00<div>And since I am back I feel like I should be rewarded <a href="http://ohhappyday.com/2011/06/goes-to-paris">this trip </a>to Paris.</div><div>Or at least some one I know. Go and enter! If you win and need someone to go with you, just give me a call :)</div><div> </div><div> </div>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-78926687198499619392011-06-13T21:46:00.000-07:002011-06-13T22:39:32.483-07:00Hi Old Friend,<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5LxXwM4qUjAu7G-acfC5yIakTEu77uV77In_wyU1J-pofp4ibnRm9ZzxFeWwVMbsEvklKnCCMKAnSHWvRBxvHGOQVWzi7-pxeR7n6A3AhwQaWVYBzYuPZO4rI3V1rU6eEJ9QTsWGb3nd/s1600/June2011+056.JPG"><img style="width: 301px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936755125370258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5LxXwM4qUjAu7G-acfC5yIakTEu77uV77In_wyU1J-pofp4ibnRm9ZzxFeWwVMbsEvklKnCCMKAnSHWvRBxvHGOQVWzi7-pxeR7n6A3AhwQaWVYBzYuPZO4rI3V1rU6eEJ9QTsWGb3nd/s400/June2011+056.JPG" /></a>Remember me? I won't be surprised if you don't since I haven't been around the last FOUR months. I've been trying to come around more often but for some reason never made it. But I am going to try and be better. Maybe I'll come around weekly.... maybe. I do have a lot to tell though. In 4 months a LOT has happened: family visiting, Utah trip, friends visiting, cruise with no kids, and so much more. Do you remember this guy?<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHM3LpKiLAuswmoxGVm9K1qFGg1-dLW8TpmzwTonWyEXvu2BsZjvmU7SWChgG30gHK_dkZUJCBYhy4up4WcAErvkdPtstyZN1YrMmlFhzQBgquv3fp6Lu5AuJXO8zHQt4KcHYItkOBhbp/s1600/June2011+055.JPG"><img style="width: 301px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936749978587042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHM3LpKiLAuswmoxGVm9K1qFGg1-dLW8TpmzwTonWyEXvu2BsZjvmU7SWChgG30gHK_dkZUJCBYhy4up4WcAErvkdPtstyZN1YrMmlFhzQBgquv3fp6Lu5AuJXO8zHQt4KcHYItkOBhbp/s400/June2011+055.JPG" /></a>He's 28 now. That is getting old. Though he seems to stay young by playing tennis weekly, surfing on Saturday, camping (with Pierce even), and hanging out with the 12-13 year old boys in our ward. He's even built some furniture for our home, but I'll show you pictures later. One thing that keeps us busy is this little lady.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbG5qU9ynCrjJQHK2Hayciq_pO_C28KLqeTKq9YYygKSfjt_4Sav7CI0q0Vbowxpb_LgQswDJYkfF2Le8YFGMid_0pj9qFUzwh_2cAXe4KzxlGdfjbzj0cpvnWNq7nKDkanFj3Wrn6oMa/s1600/June2011+054.JPG"><img style="width: 301px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936743870048114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbG5qU9ynCrjJQHK2Hayciq_pO_C28KLqeTKq9YYygKSfjt_4Sav7CI0q0Vbowxpb_LgQswDJYkfF2Le8YFGMid_0pj9qFUzwh_2cAXe4KzxlGdfjbzj0cpvnWNq7nKDkanFj3Wrn6oMa/s400/June2011+054.JPG" /></a>I think she can talk for 30 minutes without missing a beat. She is a very persistent question asker. She is a very smart joy schooler. She can write letters so well. She loves to write out our family member's names (unless I ask her to, of course). She even wrote out Happy BIrthday once.... and that is a big phrase when you are a little girl. She has learned to swim on her own. She is my 2nd in command and helps with a lot of things. She likes all things Cinderella, princess, pink and Dora. She loves being a Sunbeam in Primary. She loves to learn songs and sing them like princesses and robots. She loves the beach and Disneyland. But most of all she loves her pink baby Lucy, the real baby Lucy (pictures to come), her dad and mom, and her buddy.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWUCkAxHuoZeRJac1_NtT4mi5KCwZdDSZDYRSB-xg20dlyuc9pBb-4ndq2A8tOwaPbJKw-OX5tMlQr3UU8wpFSUdNLTiTNvN5KvEP1psQqXtONQuDab2Al-xNipPf3o6qMN2Z1Qamj7K47/s1600/June2011+058.JPG"><img style="width: 400px; height: 299px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936743268452306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWUCkAxHuoZeRJac1_NtT4mi5KCwZdDSZDYRSB-xg20dlyuc9pBb-4ndq2A8tOwaPbJKw-OX5tMlQr3UU8wpFSUdNLTiTNvN5KvEP1psQqXtONQuDab2Al-xNipPf3o6qMN2Z1Qamj7K47/s400/June2011+058.JPG" /></a>Yep, this guy. I mean how could you not love this little boy. Even when he tries to attack you for doing what your mom says (or what you think your mom should have said). He is our crazy boy. In an hour today he had 3 major falls. I am glad that he is still alive. He likes to climb, swing, slide, and throw just about anything. He likes to find germs where ever he can and eat them. Like today at the pool when he was sucking up water off the pool deck. Ick. He likes to give you a hug and when he does he says in his little man voice "hug". That's how he says sorry too. He has become very polite but has shortend all polite words to "welcome." He can fold his arms during a prayer... about twice a week :) if you're sad he'll rub your back. If you're tired he'll wake you up at 6am, just to make sure you don't sleep in and miss anything. Because of his early rising he has come to love Dora (I'll do anything to sleep til 7). He will sing "dora, dora, dora" just like the song. Probably not a thing to brag about but it is so darn cute. He will also sing like princess Ariel. He will share with his sister if she asks nicely. He peed on the toilet today... after a little dribble on the floor (don't worry we're still months away). He goes to sleep with his nigh-nigh (blanket), quack quack (duck), and paci. Oh how he loves his paci.</div><div> </div><div>Well, that is just a small update. I do have a lot more to come. Hopefully I will remember that this isn't as painful and time consuming as I remember it being. It does feel good to be back. Talk to you soon.</div><div> </div><div>Carly<br /></div><div><div><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-63204888406241882312011-02-12T23:28:00.001-08:002011-02-12T23:35:26.047-08:00My kids...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUWbQdqBhm_5rBvOQFzoVAsyxxWYS5Sr009YzBUHSHrK5mJSUhig-pCEudueuakTmIoSVYFFJDJ6qmz7Da2JZ-E7LcJ6Vp0zWXv1_Z1gb-JHh9CYqNNZwn4O0fGI3zMABQwd7kQp3vms4o/s1600/IMG_5474.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573072977438335618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUWbQdqBhm_5rBvOQFzoVAsyxxWYS5Sr009YzBUHSHrK5mJSUhig-pCEudueuakTmIoSVYFFJDJ6qmz7Da2JZ-E7LcJ6Vp0zWXv1_Z1gb-JHh9CYqNNZwn4O0fGI3zMABQwd7kQp3vms4o/s400/IMG_5474.JPG" /></a></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">Wear flip-flops!</span></p><p align="center">If you know Michael then you know he can't stand things between his toes. Actually he can't stand anything between anyone's toes. </p><p align="center">If you know me then you know my favorite pair of shoes is flip-flops. There is nothing better than flip-flopping it around town.</p><p align="center">So I have been nervous that my kids would turn out like Michael (in the shoe wearing category). I bought flip-flops for Avery last year and she told me that they felt yucky. But she saw some at Old Navy the other day and decided that she wanted to try them. We got Pierson a pair too and they both love them. YAY for the easiest pair of shoes to put on (and for Pierson, take off).</p>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-53075946591187895242011-02-12T23:21:00.000-08:002011-02-12T23:26:20.929-08:00HEY-O<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1opJn3ENxlbj8rCDsQqPYUWGMAhlAjYpRvBMjKtUO3eEJeJgV7NrGiztoWpjQtCzpTtVjylglk5rhh8yckDFFOfUUtw3vv6fvpPis71dDZzGtLZPEVEcDCIRAvGyS3K8_duF_7c5HCrUM/s1600/IMG_5498.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573071518678583458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1opJn3ENxlbj8rCDsQqPYUWGMAhlAjYpRvBMjKtUO3eEJeJgV7NrGiztoWpjQtCzpTtVjylglk5rhh8yckDFFOfUUtw3vv6fvpPis71dDZzGtLZPEVEcDCIRAvGyS3K8_duF_7c5HCrUM/s400/IMG_5498.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Anniversary to Us!</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">(2 days ago)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't judge me... we forgot to take a picture all night and so we are 2 seconds away from getting in bed and I had no make-up on. Bad combo. </span></div></div>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-60574309596739651392011-02-12T23:05:00.001-08:002011-02-12T23:20:05.114-08:00After Avery's Birthday...<div align="center">Avery fell in love with pretending to be Mary. Our ward holds a Creche every Christmas and displays nativities from people throughout the community. They had a children's room where the kids got to dress up and pretend to be the nativity and take pictures. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEVANDEtWdexXnwT7_LiBjJGqcDKGEOhlpK3vW0EGKQmOoPmZkoQkQSAQz0mLPLVw4ToEHBXfevBjJjuO9GLlZFV65pNASGFgWkUMC3LvQtF7n1pj3b1dMssBPacfSyHW9htLYhbTDplPg/s1600/IMG_5169.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573068202135692962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEVANDEtWdexXnwT7_LiBjJGqcDKGEOhlpK3vW0EGKQmOoPmZkoQkQSAQz0mLPLVw4ToEHBXfevBjJjuO9GLlZFV65pNASGFgWkUMC3LvQtF7n1pj3b1dMssBPacfSyHW9htLYhbTDplPg/s400/IMG_5169.JPG" /></a> Avery made a perfect Mary and Pierson was Joseph.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbOgAKEXRo8XxQs_FwTSqMqdYweo_T1Pzyvl8ufuypGNOVp2PduPv59BNMtPFnFAJOdl9wQCCuoMo2BZj9D0CEwYkqaZMJFkt-1L5MxUGMwL6el3cuN33kjkB08GAvZKpPgFX-F9Y-VWb/s1600/IMG_5171.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573068197068821122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbOgAKEXRo8XxQs_FwTSqMqdYweo_T1Pzyvl8ufuypGNOVp2PduPv59BNMtPFnFAJOdl9wQCCuoMo2BZj9D0CEwYkqaZMJFkt-1L5MxUGMwL6el3cuN33kjkB08GAvZKpPgFX-F9Y-VWb/s400/IMG_5171.JPG" /></a> Doesn't he make a handsome Joseph? He loved dressing up and watching everyone else dress up too.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKIvv9xgIlgkF0ACuYG0cn-RFqRrVtSrve0DcYsLgXggWU3w9AYyuvp5Rr_sBD3l0bKcgu9w4grEwIfTb0wxqHU6vW9OYfQmkTCtwccpdl3JW1N104GP9OdWu-vKkZ1vLvLdJ26NlB7do/s1600/IMG_5179.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573068187752498738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKIvv9xgIlgkF0ACuYG0cn-RFqRrVtSrve0DcYsLgXggWU3w9AYyuvp5Rr_sBD3l0bKcgu9w4grEwIfTb0wxqHU6vW9OYfQmkTCtwccpdl3JW1N104GP9OdWu-vKkZ1vLvLdJ26NlB7do/s400/IMG_5179.JPG" /></a>He made a great wiseman too...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfU1e_O1MEUprwj0o8oOqcSGIYjG0qkQaZejsMwAKW97hdS8VHUh7_FDWDbpHH8D45CeS4hF3XXtHZEZi7CJJ2jLSG491BwkSZ7y3N9KDr_gzj9laTyByeNPMmvdkAJPLQx0wD2_6BmnCD/s1600/IMG_5180.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573068184968853730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfU1e_O1MEUprwj0o8oOqcSGIYjG0qkQaZejsMwAKW97hdS8VHUh7_FDWDbpHH8D45CeS4hF3XXtHZEZi7CJJ2jLSG491BwkSZ7y3N9KDr_gzj9laTyByeNPMmvdkAJPLQx0wD2_6BmnCD/s400/IMG_5180.JPG" /></a>We let Avery play in the nativity for 20 minutes or so and when we left she lost it. She did not want to take off her Mary costume. We have done many Mary and Joseph dress ups at home since then.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiicBN8AndwzzRGwx9TJ8vx5TohPdCSm45GMf5iOm6ATa7S9Qp3oA1I6cSSeHaWRwHv1eYTiD0lqkFTQx9Xxo4lUXM8ppgIwapxv9IoBYEIldW_U5TXhPpnkFrnYO1JQBliEvjTs-O4LPc6/s1600/IMG_5176.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573068178044488290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiicBN8AndwzzRGwx9TJ8vx5TohPdCSm45GMf5iOm6ATa7S9Qp3oA1I6cSSeHaWRwHv1eYTiD0lqkFTQx9Xxo4lUXM8ppgIwapxv9IoBYEIldW_U5TXhPpnkFrnYO1JQBliEvjTs-O4LPc6/s400/IMG_5176.JPG" /></a> Avery is excited for next year when we get to dress up and pretend to be Mary again.</div></div></div><br /></div>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-53754737520361046852010-12-05T23:16:00.000-08:002011-01-03T22:38:12.403-08:003 Year Old AveryOur sweet little Avery has grown too fast. I remember holding her when she was 3 months old and talking to Lacey about Chase who was 3 then. I remember thinking that my little baby would never be that big. And here I am now with a sweet, funny, imaginitive, talkative, silly little 3 year old. Did I mention bossy and dramatic? But that comes with all 3 year old girls, right? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2C_wjAvIQerWgK6ZskRdAuAQye7Zr1QBXFfJQMnhwmcMF0sxJa2CtXAV8-MWiLSoM6oISEAJ4GXpa3L5X6uOH9nw7KOpK8Gr9vAVjRVLiDU0m5YVUMaTBHVyYgjIippzIsnYoGlTBT-So/s1600/IMG_5165.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558200222825624754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2C_wjAvIQerWgK6ZskRdAuAQye7Zr1QBXFfJQMnhwmcMF0sxJa2CtXAV8-MWiLSoM6oISEAJ4GXpa3L5X6uOH9nw7KOpK8Gr9vAVjRVLiDU0m5YVUMaTBHVyYgjIippzIsnYoGlTBT-So/s400/IMG_5165.JPG" /></a> Little miss Avery has such a soft spot for all things baby. In other words anything tiny. Anything. Worms, shoes, dolls, animals, toys. She loves to talk about how they need to find their "famiwees" and especially their mommies, that is if she is not their mommy, and that is a very rare occasion. I usually have to address her as mommy. If I call her Avery or Sissy I am usually corrected that she is mommy. I am usually the sister or grandma. Mike usually gets to be called Dad though him and Pierson are interchangeable. Pierson is baby if he is not daddy. And to speak to anyone you have to call them that name. I can only imagine what people think of us when we are out in public.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5RGCJpfmvJaP2gz-FiQ4F0FFTW4esJbP_JP17NSFhIZEc6Qm5xTo9d7InX8Nn2qnxNQMahVcx1oRwdweoHesEQtVUZxTSEwElFnAFMhS4V6D_OscVCn8IsOPo2JmFORFN1nuLePz58F0/s1600/November2010+043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547465943820632482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5RGCJpfmvJaP2gz-FiQ4F0FFTW4esJbP_JP17NSFhIZEc6Qm5xTo9d7InX8Nn2qnxNQMahVcx1oRwdweoHesEQtVUZxTSEwElFnAFMhS4V6D_OscVCn8IsOPo2JmFORFN1nuLePz58F0/s400/November2010+043.JPG" /></a> Avery has names for things. Like the pajamas above are called elephant booty jammies. </div><div> </div><div>Whenever we see a bridge or there is some way to make a bridge Avery calls it the "troll fridge" (from Dora). I will try to have her say b,b,b, bridge and she will say b,b,b, fridge.</div><div> </div><div>Avery LOVES the color pink. Anything that is pink is 10 times better than anything not.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Avery likes to be silly and make funny faces for us. She told us her first joke, "Guess what?" and I said what to which she replied "chicken avery" or "chicken mommy". I guess daddy taught her that one but with the real reply "chicken butt". Bad daddy. We like chicken Avery better.<br /><br />Avery LOVES to take pictures. I have been meaning to do a post with just pictures she has taken because it is fun to see the world from her perspective. Pierson is usually a main object in her pictures since he is usually trying to ge the camera from her.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrgpQ6E3Y4QDiakpJNio70pyzDueF_389VHUwSQPsx1LUuDG6H0UE0BvocjEz2ZdozKHYQxUZfXZy6NIEBDZ7rZgz5VfpUL0_33UhlAgBfyAz_lJ9JXXfnFSAf_1MoqQ4yeoQILrnUHSa/s1600/November2010+027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547465941622398034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrgpQ6E3Y4QDiakpJNio70pyzDueF_389VHUwSQPsx1LUuDG6H0UE0BvocjEz2ZdozKHYQxUZfXZy6NIEBDZ7rZgz5VfpUL0_33UhlAgBfyAz_lJ9JXXfnFSAf_1MoqQ4yeoQILrnUHSa/s400/November2010+027.JPG" /></a> Avery loves her buddy, Pierson. She loves to take care of him, she loves to boss him, she loves to annoy him by touching him or pinning him down. She loves to play with him and they usually do really well together. Those first six months of having two kids and wondering if it all was going to work out really have paid off. It is so fun to see these two interact with each other. I love when they can make each other giggle. I love when they give each other kisses. It warms my heart. </div><div> </div><div>Avery really is a good big sister and watches out for her buddy. Not many 3 year olds are as good at it as she is. </div><div><br />Avery loves to sing songs. She does all different kinds of Avery remixes, where you can hear Book of Mormon stories intertwined with Itsy Bitsy Spider, Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam, Popcorn Popping, and a little freestyle. She has especially enjoyed the Christmas carols, mainly Away in a Manger.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsWONRGuW3S25dAJ_KpSidWbuRNSjFQwc3FOiXDZBff3reR7e6l7zFLMGQyWADIumyqB_vFBce9wYW_D3oqorIlaXHj9PzPjjCExyhSWOhyt6jN4CxVYy0DTAcTfUDG1nPnT4zAxFpvyR/s1600/November2010+019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547465933055944594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsWONRGuW3S25dAJ_KpSidWbuRNSjFQwc3FOiXDZBff3reR7e6l7zFLMGQyWADIumyqB_vFBce9wYW_D3oqorIlaXHj9PzPjjCExyhSWOhyt6jN4CxVYy0DTAcTfUDG1nPnT4zAxFpvyR/s400/November2010+019.JPG" /></a> Avery loves to be outside and playing with her friends, especially Soso. Those two are so fun to watch and listen to as they play. They are telling each other what to say and what to do and where to go. They usually play house and Avery is usually the mom and Soso the dad. They have their good days when they play for hours without a single problem. But they also have their off days when you can hear Avery say, "your not my friend" or "don't say my name" or "leave me alone soso!" But they usually get over it pretty fast. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery loves to tell stories. These stories can last up to a half hour. I feel like when she tells her stories she doesn't even take a breath. If she does stop it is usually to tell you to say something or ask her a question. It's pretty amazing.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery has been known to have booty-crack from time to time. In the picture below I had already told her to pull up her pants and you can still see a little crack. It is pretty cute, but soon it wont be as cute so we're working on it :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6k0OX1Qq6W56yZuaA2kZov5tV7Ibkn8LHqE_fsIB8Npl3chEHSk9GCaed2uHwkE_wkLWeQtOpjRLWcP97_HYpvsHSiBwTp2y293yBpNkLh-7hGxjqYLByc5Y8gYz2SzGz3G1vTjvACjj/s1600/November2010+010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547465923345012162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6k0OX1Qq6W56yZuaA2kZov5tV7Ibkn8LHqE_fsIB8Npl3chEHSk9GCaed2uHwkE_wkLWeQtOpjRLWcP97_HYpvsHSiBwTp2y293yBpNkLh-7hGxjqYLByc5Y8gYz2SzGz3G1vTjvACjj/s400/November2010+010.JPG" /></a> Avery loves to read books. We have a few books that have the pictures in place of words so the kids can help read and she loves those books and will say all the pictures and sometimes make silly faces or use a funny voice when she says them.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery has been in joy school for about 8 months now. We rotate houses and a little group (started with 6, about to start again with 3) of kids get together and learn all sorts of fun stuff. At the beginning Avery wouldn't tell me too much about it once she got home, but now she is excited to show me pictures and tell me what she has learned. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery can count to 14 by herself. She still skips 15 and goes to 16. But we working on it. She can identify numbers 0-10 and if you tell her 12 is a 1 and 2 she can find it for you.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery knows her ABCs and can identify them all and tell you their sounds. If you sound out a word she can tell you what letter that word starts with. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery is getting pretty good at tracing letters and if you give her instructions on drawing a letter she can do it okay. She can write an A, V, H, S on command. Some times she will be drawing and will accidentally write a letter and then get all excited about it. That is how she learned to do Hs. She will also play with string or sticks or blocks and make letters out of those too.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery can spell her name. A V E R Y. She knows her big name, but still can't spell her last name.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIEmoPgeENS6eAfeP_RPotLugRUJbPaLiaZAukZVGMoEdY4vy9zWTJdt3FA0P3rE7yGasVx_F_JHEp7XAre9U6KYrmJtkwzfiqhM-yMLrtiKlsGavEY4t6N1XDZy35sGfLay2PWOX1YiKt/s1600/November2010+062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547465913360985458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIEmoPgeENS6eAfeP_RPotLugRUJbPaLiaZAukZVGMoEdY4vy9zWTJdt3FA0P3rE7yGasVx_F_JHEp7XAre9U6KYrmJtkwzfiqhM-yMLrtiKlsGavEY4t6N1XDZy35sGfLay2PWOX1YiKt/s400/November2010+062.JPG" /></a> Avery loves ice cream cones, especially cotton candy ice cream from Rite-Aid. They are pretty delicious. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery has an imaginary friend named Tinkle. He is usually only a bath time friend though there have been a few instances when she will talk about/to him other places. We first learned about him when she was wrapping toys in the bathtub with washcloths and giving it to him. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery is a pretty good eater. She might not like everything I give her but she will eat it, especially if there is a treat incentive. I wish her brother would follow her example. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery's favorite cereal is rice krispies with a handful of marshmallows added in. She doesn't really like sweet breakfast foods like pancakes or waffles. She'd rather have cereal or a piece of bread. And fruit of course. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery loves Cinderella. Like if I let her she would watch it over and over and over. She loves to dress up as Cinderella. She loves to talk about the naughty girls who ripped her pretty dress. She loves to talk about the fairy godmother and boppity boppity boo. She loves to talk about gus gus. She especially loves to reenact any scene from the movie. The other day she came up and told me that when I lose my shoe and they find it that i need to say "thank you, thank you so much" (as she clasped her hands and looked up). It was really stinking cute.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery and Pierson's carseats are interchangeable and Avery is always switching what carseast she wants to sit in. She'll be on a kick of sitting in one and then if you put P in there first she wants that carseat. That's when she gets the "too bad so sad" line.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery is obsessed with her cousins. We talk about them daily. She has decided that a family that has 4 daughters in our church are her cousins. She loves cousins. Especially cousins that come visit us :)</div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery has a pink baby that she is attached to. It goes everywhere with us but also has to be in bed at night. She still has her blankie that great-Grandma Haynie gave to her that she cannot sleep without. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>Avery does not like: to clean up, dress herself, turn the light on herself, to go to bed, to go potty before naptime, when Pierson pulls her hair, having to come inside after playing, and having to put her nose on the wall.</div></div></div>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-9315198556706118612010-12-04T23:54:00.001-08:002010-12-05T23:13:46.992-08:00Avery is 3!Saying that Avery loved pink and princesses would be a serious understatement. So Michael and I decorated the house in pink from the living room to the bathrooms so this little girl would be excited and feel special. She couldn't keep a smile off of her face. Every new room she walked into she just giggled. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOZQfqMkWer_HsrW-ux1angGOr7AyaF-tUwiZMBAWESPKkQF-9p0nGw7HJk60KH3N0JiWXX2dQO6E1QNFGT5ZPtYjWatszRAyzUExE4mEf2dckp0-A8e0o2LxFLwSZw3cdx0Afx2PR7f4/s1600/IMG_5088.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547457377887399410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOZQfqMkWer_HsrW-ux1angGOr7AyaF-tUwiZMBAWESPKkQF-9p0nGw7HJk60KH3N0JiWXX2dQO6E1QNFGT5ZPtYjWatszRAyzUExE4mEf2dckp0-A8e0o2LxFLwSZw3cdx0Afx2PR7f4/s400/IMG_5088.JPG" /></a> We decided to throw Avery a little party with all her neighbor friends. When asked what kind of party she of course wanted a princess party, especially a "Simbrella" party. So that is what we did! Here us Princess Avery (and L) in the castle.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPiPzC7c9xtJZH9thNkBNddNXOw355kmgQ_XGKb8SEQ4GXIVAn0DI2HN13BDccqtVYV1i0KE3Ak42nJQzZgNR9Ngj_8zVAuh-__JEDzIZV6GwtZtZ6oSEhp5cdgD0lADe-gL4jpn-ik5a/s1600/IMG_5094.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547457370359928050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPiPzC7c9xtJZH9thNkBNddNXOw355kmgQ_XGKb8SEQ4GXIVAn0DI2HN13BDccqtVYV1i0KE3Ak42nJQzZgNR9Ngj_8zVAuh-__JEDzIZV6GwtZtZ6oSEhp5cdgD0lADe-gL4jpn-ik5a/s400/IMG_5094.JPG" /></a> Here's the whole party crowd after they made their crowns. The girls got jewelry and the boys got a sword and shield.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8aBFdA0pMp37GpsQCHsRG6LsJiU0UTxFQmxvOKLX4217mvxSBxqakuMi4VLuru0V4nss_-Q466UUfBE5cwJD4hzSAzQXWg5cCjXFvzLD7iS6c6CEL-vo_wzBDYsThgQylVKWnyN24p0nr/s1600/IMG_5100.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547457362695386210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8aBFdA0pMp37GpsQCHsRG6LsJiU0UTxFQmxvOKLX4217mvxSBxqakuMi4VLuru0V4nss_-Q466UUfBE5cwJD4hzSAzQXWg5cCjXFvzLD7iS6c6CEL-vo_wzBDYsThgQylVKWnyN24p0nr/s400/IMG_5100.JPG" /></a> Here's the babies eating their lunch. Aren't they cute! They acted like the big kids and just sat there and ate. Pierson was a serious champ at the party. He was so good it was as if he wasn't even there.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjag59sRFENa9J_tIis4Y29SCRtDlIB2y7Hh3Zbx08xlOc5dNRH3ge5i-pIPUpv9W8o2hFU8nHN1T_B5bTqwlVavB4HdyZlloL9pjLU8aRzXwicjPULafgP3-CDOHFKvuHR0NgcJ3O3_SDA/s1600/IMG_5110.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547456618455205938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjag59sRFENa9J_tIis4Y29SCRtDlIB2y7Hh3Zbx08xlOc5dNRH3ge5i-pIPUpv9W8o2hFU8nHN1T_B5bTqwlVavB4HdyZlloL9pjLU8aRzXwicjPULafgP3-CDOHFKvuHR0NgcJ3O3_SDA/s400/IMG_5110.JPG" /></a> Here's the rest of the kids eating their lunch. They called it princess (and prince) pizza. Yum!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXgh6eupme9XUyuQ457lTgbMGIb3YoWj2Uoni2hacF8sETal9-UeUGRIVZc3msLJzwpkm_d60qRBM2Bj9cEipZl7B_nUg4Szuj5AsP3bahkVt89QRFleuS-Bf5K3_pGYmFQdziCGuJf_1/s1600/IMG_5115.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547456616718483346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXgh6eupme9XUyuQ457lTgbMGIb3YoWj2Uoni2hacF8sETal9-UeUGRIVZc3msLJzwpkm_d60qRBM2Bj9cEipZl7B_nUg4Szuj5AsP3bahkVt89QRFleuS-Bf5K3_pGYmFQdziCGuJf_1/s400/IMG_5115.JPG" /></a> Here is the Cinderella cake. She's got really big hips from all that cake!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiviT3OWECYjlrJcEvV_zXyUAsV6cp95P_0wWaf3RFjVyJWKJryzUPlMTHvs7Ca9A4N8wVRLl9Z9Pmhuo7FU90tOcgKwx85dnRr2fZToyx1UALJg7oP8prhKrgZs7wcq2iLMQBjscvd9329/s1600/IMG_5092.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547456606814420722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiviT3OWECYjlrJcEvV_zXyUAsV6cp95P_0wWaf3RFjVyJWKJryzUPlMTHvs7Ca9A4N8wVRLl9Z9Pmhuo7FU90tOcgKwx85dnRr2fZToyx1UALJg7oP8prhKrgZs7wcq2iLMQBjscvd9329/s400/IMG_5092.JPG" /></a> I kept the cake a secret from Avery and she was so excited when she saw it. It makes a mom feel good when her little girl loves something she worked hard on :)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv3QKULH0D9T2km_Vz3zhBeUHQR8X-hWvsoGEUKrhU5CieUBSjj3bjsW5jq2h0TD-Q0l1DPZyyF4rlbRj5qNtI0fa4Ez_plZLaR7zJkmeQXVR6bHMpUdQtm8rHBligO7_aereuM_aZbhKl/s1600/IMG_5118.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547456602534190322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv3QKULH0D9T2km_Vz3zhBeUHQR8X-hWvsoGEUKrhU5CieUBSjj3bjsW5jq2h0TD-Q0l1DPZyyF4rlbRj5qNtI0fa4Ez_plZLaR7zJkmeQXVR6bHMpUdQtm8rHBligO7_aereuM_aZbhKl/s400/IMG_5118.JPG" /></a> Here is Avery blowing (or should I say trying to blow) out her candles. She was afraid of getting too close to them to blow them out. Silly girl.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8W4Xd3mVTYoncureR5yPrmzqCoW2uRCkM5jgcGSW1NiNIprdVoyz_CwBHZ89gIPsqiUXJHu3oBJJ_WCqfDw6VMqaXL9VPaJzorB1vyl5jc9-eM5hBRL5mfpnMicsb3kN5rJQGuRFrDst/s1600/IMG_5124.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547456594745208706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8W4Xd3mVTYoncureR5yPrmzqCoW2uRCkM5jgcGSW1NiNIprdVoyz_CwBHZ89gIPsqiUXJHu3oBJJ_WCqfDw6VMqaXL9VPaJzorB1vyl5jc9-eM5hBRL5mfpnMicsb3kN5rJQGuRFrDst/s400/IMG_5124.JPG" /></a>Here is one last shot of the cake before cutting it. It was kind of sad when I had to cut into it so I asked for one last picture. The kids though it was funny that they were eating Cinderella's skirt and kept giggling about eating her underwear... oh dear.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLlSYd2Dg2q4bsKkuy3kkceN1uN14XH5pmey-OGW5CyjBSLO6ztfb-U-AadtUolboPsnha87mVwDcbTbl6cG5GPxnam8c5Yb-XOzPKREAdskcoE2u8RqmWVJmDTX-2lHQkeSl-d05tAE-S/s1600/IMG_5127.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547455352267994050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLlSYd2Dg2q4bsKkuy3kkceN1uN14XH5pmey-OGW5CyjBSLO6ztfb-U-AadtUolboPsnha87mVwDcbTbl6cG5GPxnam8c5Yb-XOzPKREAdskcoE2u8RqmWVJmDTX-2lHQkeSl-d05tAE-S/s400/IMG_5127.JPG" /></a>Avery had so much fun opening her gifts. She is one lucky girl! Here's the party oowing and aawing over the last gift.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimC-gF2dU2gQz4RWLptiy-j_phIJd6ZLDqsyqcGKxOKyKGLnlLa1raJyFsaTfZ7mTj5IJFl3oO7crZsK9eHA4Rzl8lMTE9vtTxnp6ajnXeFinNeD4Yu4qxSs8rBhhHBGyBkJAAyH84Ybk_/s1600/IMG_5146.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547455346122777074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimC-gF2dU2gQz4RWLptiy-j_phIJd6ZLDqsyqcGKxOKyKGLnlLa1raJyFsaTfZ7mTj5IJFl3oO7crZsK9eHA4Rzl8lMTE9vtTxnp6ajnXeFinNeD4Yu4qxSs8rBhhHBGyBkJAAyH84Ybk_/s400/IMG_5146.JPG" /></a> Here is Avery sporting her loot. She either got puppies or Cinderella gifts. She was in heaven.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEYBPQEOsEIUKbpLS_ceUnRbSGlKVLiOJI5Q4NF3vFbhImU1tNjCV1yFTYgXksNYb-pSzSCbpx18Z_DscEsX-e5lRo6Z4IZRV7czzk_B-iOHe5ZImtXfXdnXngb-OWoH0W9AN9MYYqlb7/s1600/IMG_5152.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547455339447775538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEYBPQEOsEIUKbpLS_ceUnRbSGlKVLiOJI5Q4NF3vFbhImU1tNjCV1yFTYgXksNYb-pSzSCbpx18Z_DscEsX-e5lRo6Z4IZRV7czzk_B-iOHe5ZImtXfXdnXngb-OWoH0W9AN9MYYqlb7/s400/IMG_5152.JPG" /></a><br />Avery with all her presents. Thank you friends for a wonderful birthday. Avery kept quoting the line from Cinderella, "Thank you, thank you so much for everything." It was really cute.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3rG63tusB7XTcRswK4WwxZJ5aEusBQWsZDSt7pP7xSt-AhqagqkCe6nzBu5WyTP2N4isv8dIKSMl8z9m4fRLWhuub9rdel4o_YPwVygJDYcy5jucxw1mnHiAU4QnSOXmoow-3sEIdvvoD/s1600/IMG_5155.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547455337279462290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3rG63tusB7XTcRswK4WwxZJ5aEusBQWsZDSt7pP7xSt-AhqagqkCe6nzBu5WyTP2N4isv8dIKSMl8z9m4fRLWhuub9rdel4o_YPwVygJDYcy5jucxw1mnHiAU4QnSOXmoow-3sEIdvvoD/s400/IMG_5155.JPG" /></a> Here's the family after the party. Saturday really was such a great day. Avery and Pierson went down for naps easily and then were happy when they woke up. We had a yummy dinner and played around then the kids went down for bed easily again. I seriously couldn't have asked for a better day :)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WXNHjIZAQZYT63WmJtVUhXxkSZ_XBxUHQsJOGszwZnRNxxte2-vKx8Hanre1Sz8blyeEEXIfyrPGX6BP4sbMakk_Pf5i_iNzxH-uEg33LcBHvFnBPsVlDap56bRnCHTt4ri1y5oWgj9A/s1600/IMG_5159.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547455329966031234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WXNHjIZAQZYT63WmJtVUhXxkSZ_XBxUHQsJOGszwZnRNxxte2-vKx8Hanre1Sz8blyeEEXIfyrPGX6BP4sbMakk_Pf5i_iNzxH-uEg33LcBHvFnBPsVlDap56bRnCHTt4ri1y5oWgj9A/s400/IMG_5159.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlSZuXz02ms?hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlSZuXz02ms?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Oh and for breakfast Avery wanted bread, with nothing on it and not cooked. Sounds exciting, right?Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-6988203997472098082010-12-01T17:05:00.000-08:002010-12-01T17:41:46.259-08:00Cheesin' It Up!So I am really excited that Shutterfly is giving away 50 free Christmas cards! My friend L told me about Shutterfly's amazing offer and told me how easy it is to sign up for! I love Christmas cards and I love them even more when they are free!<br /><br />I started using Shutterfly when Michael and I got married and did <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/thank-you-cards">personalized thank you cards</a>. They turned out great and I am sure they were a lot more exciting to get then a plain card. It was fun to post pictures of our special day and share them with everyone.<br /><br />I also made my dad a <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/home-decor/canvas-wall-art">wall art canvas</a> for Father's Day one year that he loved! He put it in his office and so everyone gets to see just how adorable his grandkids are.<br /><br />My mother-in-law made all her kids' families <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars">calendars</a> with pictures of the grandkids through out it. It makes the calendar a lot more fun to look at on the wall and Ave always gets excited to see the new pictures of her cousins each month.<br /><br />I LOVE Shutterfly especially for the quality items that we have purchased from them. I am really excited to get our Christmas cards from them and I know they will look great! Here are a few that I am really loving right now: <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/picture-joy-christmas-4x8-photo-card-4x8-photo?sortType=1&fa=8&storeNode=93476">Picture Joy Christmas</a>, <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/love-scarlet-christmas-card-5x7-flat?sortType=1&fa=10&storeNode=93496&fe=1&fc=1">Love Scarlet</a>, <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/starlight-flurries-christmas-card-5x7-flat?sortType=1&fa=10&storeNode=93496&fe=1&fc=1">Starlight Flurries</a>, <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/bliss-and-cheers-christmas-card-5x7-flat?sortType=1&fa=10&storeNode=93496&fe=1&fc=1">Bliss and Cheers</a>, and <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/christmas-2010-christmas-card-5x7-flat?sortType=1&fa=10&storeNode=93496&fe=1&fc=1">Christmas Card</a>. If you can't tell they have so many great cards and it is going to be hard to settle on one! Let me know what your opinion is! Oh and go <a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/">sign up</a> yourself!Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-50650160276435334972010-11-07T21:52:00.000-08:002010-11-07T22:22:52.504-08:00Today is Sunday, Nov 7<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1DEqPP6SE0loFXBVtJL5IX1XjBJmeZNX62lM0haZIOkcKWrBk6iOHJSl-ATvEB9y1eExtQJzITpT3swxFhFrAMl2lIBJnRjt-7CkQ9WdxqdvRiBBl0Wzxmiwv9gufp69MYCRdZYmqnvDj/s1600/IMG_4993.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537053040047063346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1DEqPP6SE0loFXBVtJL5IX1XjBJmeZNX62lM0haZIOkcKWrBk6iOHJSl-ATvEB9y1eExtQJzITpT3swxFhFrAMl2lIBJnRjt-7CkQ9WdxqdvRiBBl0Wzxmiwv9gufp69MYCRdZYmqnvDj/s400/IMG_4993.JPG" /></a> Man it is hard to believe that we are already in November of 2010. Didn't this year just start like yesterday? </div><div align="center">It is hard to believe that Pierson is 13 months. Yikes. </div><div align="center">At 13 months Pierson:</div><div align="center"><strong>Is not shy.</strong> In church on Sundays he finds older men to fill in as his Grandpas. He brings them his toys, wiggles his way onto their laps, plays with their watches, and won't come to mom until he is done. Bribes don't work. I am just glad that we have such a great ward and that these men don't mind Pierson or entertaining him. In fact they are probably just entertained by him. He is a silly little boy.</div><div align="center"><strong>Loves to give loves.</strong> In church last Sunday he was kissing on two different girls. He even kissed them so much he knocked them down. He gives his mom and dad and sister lots of loves too. We don't mind all the slobber that comes with it either.</div><div align="center"><strong>Has two new teeth coming in.</strong> The ones to the right and left of his middle bottoms. Thats eight teeth total now.<span style="font-size:78%;"> (Avery was getting her one year molars at this point.)</span></div><div align="center"><strong>Will walk short distances on his own</strong>. He has been taking steps on his own when we would make him but now he'll let go of whatever he's holding onto and walk towards whatever he wants. He has minor balance issues but it getting pretty good. I think we'll have a full fledged walker by the end of this week.</div><div align="center"><strong>Is very determined</strong>. He will figure out how to open whatever it is that you don't want him to open. Or go where you don't want him to go. </div><div align="center"><strong>Wrestles. </strong>He and Michael like to wrestle and then Pierson will try to wrestle Mom and Avery too. </div><div align="center"><strong>Sleeps through the night</strong>. Again. Hallelujah. We moved Avery out of his room and he has done much better. He even sleeps in on some rare occasions.</div><div align="center"><strong>Goes to sleep easily.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Is a picky eater.</strong> (Until he meets Grandma Great Brimhall)</div><div align="center"><strong>Plays with his friends</strong> and gets excited when he sees them.</div><div align="center"><strong>Doesn't like shoes or socks</strong>. Sometimes they'll stay on for extended periods but he usually will pull them off within minutes of being on. Though he does try and put shoes on himself a lot.</div><div align="center"><strong>Points to things</strong> and yells "daaa" and then will grunt and make noises as if he is having a conversation with you.</div><div align="center"><strong>Tries to do big things.</strong> Like dress himself, put a diaper on himself, feed himself with silverware, put the laundry in the basket, brush his hair, and other cute things.</div><div align="center"><strong>Makes a lot of people smile every day.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Dances.</strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></div></span></span><div align="center"></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fv0QMspBY6s?hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fv0QMspBY6s?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-33694536182289711202010-11-07T21:34:00.000-08:002010-11-07T21:52:50.208-08:00Halloween<div align="center">We had a really great Halloween this year. It was super low-key... the way I like it :) </div><div align="center">We started the day by going to church<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilrae7Aj7y-44omGCjLYMEtM7cX6raBOVO3F2T9TJdRjwT1SogbugZI_flS32VT08ZO0flXykZLoCBwP_Bt4D4ipY_QEjJb3QPWl8JKGL0ERpAnnyLcO0uCckxMw3-lz8tm6FkeE59MSLV/s1600/IMG_4979.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537051559213697826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilrae7Aj7y-44omGCjLYMEtM7cX6raBOVO3F2T9TJdRjwT1SogbugZI_flS32VT08ZO0flXykZLoCBwP_Bt4D4ipY_QEjJb3QPWl8JKGL0ERpAnnyLcO0uCckxMw3-lz8tm6FkeE59MSLV/s400/IMG_4979.JPG" /></a> And then we ate a big dinner with some of our neighbors and then went to a little Halloween get together at another neighbors house and ate lots of goodies. In between all that we ate candy, so our bellies got nice and big and full.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlyAz9sNJPrU2zBTA2DyagM8e-4DVkkpprhFZKzrqSLruZSP-AXtx2eOzqCObAWV24srcBvQs9mXhUAe5BOwy0o5vBrbNDo5DytfujNyZO2gxq-S_GNNmt0YTSp4gZ8Hn6c1ASdhiwDu1_/s1600/IMG_4984.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537051556610977106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlyAz9sNJPrU2zBTA2DyagM8e-4DVkkpprhFZKzrqSLruZSP-AXtx2eOzqCObAWV24srcBvQs9mXhUAe5BOwy0o5vBrbNDo5DytfujNyZO2gxq-S_GNNmt0YTSp4gZ8Hn6c1ASdhiwDu1_/s400/IMG_4984.JPG" /></a><br />We scared our trick-or-treaters...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqtirozDbB2Dnm5iKM2KJgeaDZBCcsTC5aiavnNJsTJXpPX7WVBz5KgX6UqSk_rBLYRIhGTKu-jXlB_twYFqnwXuKVYLFqJCZtXrmrGiTnhU_ctqNoYk2pOA_9Y_AfwtS76Ny9_MVSji7/s1600/IMG_4987.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537051551590641618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqtirozDbB2Dnm5iKM2KJgeaDZBCcsTC5aiavnNJsTJXpPX7WVBz5KgX6UqSk_rBLYRIhGTKu-jXlB_twYFqnwXuKVYLFqJCZtXrmrGiTnhU_ctqNoYk2pOA_9Y_AfwtS76Ny9_MVSji7/s400/IMG_4987.JPG" /></a><br />But we mostly just hung out together and had a good time.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJen_1d_FNX7uTGx6ugUMqRrqHlVWc27WjFulUHPX32sz4H4IUGf9k-78Z2aDZzNEGqIbffpiY1NTiPXuRkbtEGCWTJ0rze602OMlubwgVOdFJhCg68WGEAnyi1xUNRtozokbhpHEr1y7Z/s1600/IMG_4982.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537051539053154818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJen_1d_FNX7uTGx6ugUMqRrqHlVWc27WjFulUHPX32sz4H4IUGf9k-78Z2aDZzNEGqIbffpiY1NTiPXuRkbtEGCWTJ0rze602OMlubwgVOdFJhCg68WGEAnyi1xUNRtozokbhpHEr1y7Z/s400/IMG_4982.JPG" /></a> And then we went to bed. It was a great day.</div></div><br /></div>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-57014398266509399072010-11-02T11:34:00.000-07:002010-11-02T21:30:13.991-07:00Shout Out<div align="center">to my main man.</div><div align="center">Hey you! Yes you handsome man in the RailPros shirt with brown pants on. Sitting in your office hard at work (well kind of... you are looking at this blog)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSeDnvARavmpBlYoOMlP7Hwzm90XtrKXQl3kjAMeaXrmccZv2XNnOXbPoruaMKyUtOZQ5ky7w-iNGb3ahx7CeL3Z0fDSlnarv5nO32QQ7gaMgvICxBGP1vswBoTD2tVbJJaJXgMXEj4kU/s1600/IMG_4926.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535025368372152098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSeDnvARavmpBlYoOMlP7Hwzm90XtrKXQl3kjAMeaXrmccZv2XNnOXbPoruaMKyUtOZQ5ky7w-iNGb3ahx7CeL3Z0fDSlnarv5nO32QQ7gaMgvICxBGP1vswBoTD2tVbJJaJXgMXEj4kU/s400/IMG_4926.JPG" /></a> Thanks for cleanin the kitchen after dinner (even mopping!) and vacuuming the living room.<br />Those chores were on my to do list all day but I never got to them and it made me feel like this:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GJpVvd-oRh5VVf3VQ4RE4CzXdfOyrXAnWRIoEDsk4AwU6L7wkLc4-TSfkwSwHt9i00i3FsNPZrh2fh-yvkTAvI0dSQ6dmpxRZ5kShjtai0359GcuUbSguKgn8qvB2_moU70cklxTlHKx/s1600/IMG_4922.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535025360980403954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GJpVvd-oRh5VVf3VQ4RE4CzXdfOyrXAnWRIoEDsk4AwU6L7wkLc4-TSfkwSwHt9i00i3FsNPZrh2fh-yvkTAvI0dSQ6dmpxRZ5kShjtai0359GcuUbSguKgn8qvB2_moU70cklxTlHKx/s400/IMG_4922.JPG" /></a> But then you came home and thanked me for dinner and told me how good it was and then cleaned the kitchen, mopped the floor, picked up the living room and vacuumed it. Husbands seriously don't get better than you. This is how you make me feel:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLKYQGx3-8Aoh9TNWHIkGnfUViMSJQzgq7dnp1yXTwMZRqZODaTypC4fMpnecl9lvRLvvyJEpGGdjI7rljWBUVo2e3iofxQqg8rt7B7R_hGjf3k7MMlSG5TEv07B-bkeot15HqxN9bBMt/s1600/IMG_4919.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535025351470764962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLKYQGx3-8Aoh9TNWHIkGnfUViMSJQzgq7dnp1yXTwMZRqZODaTypC4fMpnecl9lvRLvvyJEpGGdjI7rljWBUVo2e3iofxQqg8rt7B7R_hGjf3k7MMlSG5TEv07B-bkeot15HqxN9bBMt/s400/IMG_4919.JPG" /></a> I wish I were there with you right now to give you this fishy-lipped kiss. I love you so very much I can't even tell you. You make me happy in every way. Just thinking about you puts a smile on my face.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGyUU-o7ZtjosCW3jqHbGsOy6MtyebjdifIcI_WuMw-FjJnLGot-bBMtzXbmaHZnpSM0QEuwsmkO_SpfPcLnRDLaw668uTFNTJkaltRCoME8QYHwXU8w_X63ZxIQKfcWCPABHZMDOedlqL/s1600/IMG_4921.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535025342684418130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGyUU-o7ZtjosCW3jqHbGsOy6MtyebjdifIcI_WuMw-FjJnLGot-bBMtzXbmaHZnpSM0QEuwsmkO_SpfPcLnRDLaw668uTFNTJkaltRCoME8QYHwXU8w_X63ZxIQKfcWCPABHZMDOedlqL/s400/IMG_4921.JPG" /></a></div><p align="center">Thanks again babe. I love you.</p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">pictures courtesy of Avery</span></em></p><p align="center"></p>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-47167549461375994092010-11-02T10:22:00.000-07:002010-11-02T13:00:46.646-07:00Junior OlympianHere is Avery, our Junior Olympian, she is just so talented.<br />This is probably the third time she did the jump. The first time she made it she was nothing but pure excitement. She ran over to me and hugged me tight and just giggled...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLIIrXh1CQw?hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLIIrXh1CQw?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />When we watched the video after (3 times) Avery laughed at herself when she fell down. What a good sport. So maybe she won't be a junior olympian but maybe winner of America's funniest home videos.Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-85336845012042073642010-11-01T23:09:00.000-07:002010-11-02T23:44:05.985-07:00Carving Pumpkins<div align="center">For FHE one night we decided to carve pumpkins. </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(for some reason the pictures look fuzzy... boo)</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEEAjUWC6JHZyN4IuCO8zzMG1U6reT-Zvyn1GLZZgGAucXPEu_MVIKl8cAfbrZBMxIw0SmaUwz6c-ic1rMTWYWANtF8ZaRz_eIL8MtQabjX2trkW_zi4PNVrJktl_AwwtNoRlRfVO6zJEO/s1600/IMG_4931.JPG"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534833783607144706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEEAjUWC6JHZyN4IuCO8zzMG1U6reT-Zvyn1GLZZgGAucXPEu_MVIKl8cAfbrZBMxIw0SmaUwz6c-ic1rMTWYWANtF8ZaRz_eIL8MtQabjX2trkW_zi4PNVrJktl_AwwtNoRlRfVO6zJEO/s400/IMG_4931.JPG" /></span></a> This was Pierson's first year to join in on the action and he LOVED it. You can tell by the pumpkin goo hanging out of his mouth in the picture above. Getting him to focus on me for a picture was impossible because he ws loving the pumpkin mess so much. I miraculously captured his eyes in the picture below in the quick second he looked at me.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEink0agdEAh5NHnkX8SFH5shPhQfG57RnzYtU1xd1GOe29CXN8mR_3j_8TjLG5kRa9d-8wWLFDoSTZfw5HOv6CCB7TcOYhdIQLSHx9hurbAYKYo5cT0XoK3YuFLozILMO4LkMv9yqjTpwfX/s1600/IMG_4934.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534833779477845298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEink0agdEAh5NHnkX8SFH5shPhQfG57RnzYtU1xd1GOe29CXN8mR_3j_8TjLG5kRa9d-8wWLFDoSTZfw5HOv6CCB7TcOYhdIQLSHx9hurbAYKYo5cT0XoK3YuFLozILMO4LkMv9yqjTpwfX/s400/IMG_4934.JPG" /></a> Avery also enjoyed carving pumpkins... but in a slightly different way. P was all about the goo and pumpkin mess and A was all about the company. She didn't really do much of the pumpkin stuff, she just sat and watched and laughed with us. We were calling the pumpkin goo 'gooby' and she giggled and giggled each time it was said. It was a little past her bed time at this point and she was super slap happy. I'll have to see if saying gooby brings out her giggles at a normal hour.<br />Needless to say we had such a good time carving pumpkins.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6cq9GRaDCai2mZ78XEVNgIt1tZM5lW7JxmUPayoaMipzgrd8bYPQ5b8xGS__KAAnWCkNSHtOTZoJxXZiROjP5qN8m8YqNU_LJ0g0TIJrqO3QZG3f7CuIBULPfsf3sKoD8gO6G9sOVJvcD/s1600/IMG_4935.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534833770684172690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6cq9GRaDCai2mZ78XEVNgIt1tZM5lW7JxmUPayoaMipzgrd8bYPQ5b8xGS__KAAnWCkNSHtOTZoJxXZiROjP5qN8m8YqNU_LJ0g0TIJrqO3QZG3f7CuIBULPfsf3sKoD8gO6G9sOVJvcD/s400/IMG_4935.JPG" /></a> Mike remains the master pumpkin carver of our house. He has skillz that killz mine everytime. But I do make the best pumpkin seeds (or I at least make them).<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZeN6nmRWRJfiJqW4MXdmkHF9daC2vIgG7Td_75USjbhh940K9GZwFpdRWuqV0dW4yr_IEu4yIxkDTgIg1oLJoUiXSs4SPE6SibuKa_gRfVzQqg6vyDETbepxFlV9zuNCjNcIojP0qtgwa/s1600/IMG_4936.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534833768120520386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZeN6nmRWRJfiJqW4MXdmkHF9daC2vIgG7Td_75USjbhh940K9GZwFpdRWuqV0dW4yr_IEu4yIxkDTgIg1oLJoUiXSs4SPE6SibuKa_gRfVzQqg6vyDETbepxFlV9zuNCjNcIojP0qtgwa/s400/IMG_4936.JPG" /></a> Here is the pumpkin I carved. It lasted one night and then the next morning the babies were all over it like white on rice. It is now in the dumpster.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR236RoKKoMHzEe5C-VWK9QmbFnxyx7rI_yL0abGqov2IliDJO1oKVYN4BN6Ls7jPlZNsyeyvT0Vb8kSa-X-BUMpziFUv9spKCaz0tqW-ZuOIXxcBArNrKVMv-se26cx25WAnJuXK9ZDjv/s1600/IMG_4937.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534833763295851842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR236RoKKoMHzEe5C-VWK9QmbFnxyx7rI_yL0abGqov2IliDJO1oKVYN4BN6Ls7jPlZNsyeyvT0Vb8kSa-X-BUMpziFUv9spKCaz0tqW-ZuOIXxcBArNrKVMv-se26cx25WAnJuXK9ZDjv/s400/IMG_4937.JPG" /></a> Here are a few videos for your viewing pleasure. They sum up our pumpkin carving pretty well. My favorite part is when I ask Avery if we are going to have fun and she says no.</div></div><br /><br /></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJVXOK_-Yg4?hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJVXOK_-Yg4?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_e7IcP74QhY?hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_e7IcP74QhY?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-42190023487893569112010-10-31T00:11:00.000-07:002010-10-31T00:23:35.312-07:00Happy Halloween!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-IprmCXq09RirB6iB93ivn6GxekMtTl91X54aDIbdUihKx9rrMGrj41oOx1hzo8_ZzrOyCkFmbiuJ15oAqwDtjk28xmANQfXzX1O4uN0NBaYswwAlMQWpu6V9UWvJMR5vjt8lFKn46Ps/s1600/IMG_4941.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534105270732685698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7DdMddCd7_NlrCttnPin_IS8Z5LL3hpoHpFgRni9UGr9tLVnfqBUawIERg6HzPkpZq6ulipqN4dOqYzzRKpNgJuBgNZBICBv9DoAwdufsHBnD6a2792xbkPeT3Ds6YazRkkdHh7kgVfZQ/s400/IMG_4977.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-77742884050999018502010-10-25T09:24:00.000-07:002010-10-25T09:44:02.926-07:00Tiller DaysSo the night of October 1st <span style="font-size:85%;">(same day we went to Tanaka)</span> we went to check out Tustin Tiller Days. It is at a school park really close to our house. I'm not one for fairs most of the time<span style="font-size:85%;"> (they are so grimey!)</span> but our friends talked us into going to see what Tiller Days was all about. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFD91o0J6B3lZhFjVU38iVyRgoMiDYZ4EpNgzcsOHXBf9ri9oudZg6ZvYmuK2v69b3cM4yT58-QdCotjOyK5efbjXAU_4peubgXcRrFa5Sb_PebqkMg1j_CoZPeKJieb0kqdw_kO9Adlx1/s1600/IMG_4745.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532022226620474530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFD91o0J6B3lZhFjVU38iVyRgoMiDYZ4EpNgzcsOHXBf9ri9oudZg6ZvYmuK2v69b3cM4yT58-QdCotjOyK5efbjXAU_4peubgXcRrFa5Sb_PebqkMg1j_CoZPeKJieb0kqdw_kO9Adlx1/s400/IMG_4745.JPG" /></a> Here's Pierson (minus a shoe) and his two besties, J and A. The babes were pretty good to just hang out in the strollers and watch all the crazy that was going on around them.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdVfUWxqYiTf1itEzaYQxwWXD9ORFiw4PECQalXU9_g1xTw4VGJoPEvh9qdhuajgPgaes34y2plWlC54BPlL8EeXxawUv3ejxpZumL8PVFbjD1DDHwq02S2fzGFYJ1fLgs380mtkCxAgwE/s1600/IMG_4746.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532022215591711202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdVfUWxqYiTf1itEzaYQxwWXD9ORFiw4PECQalXU9_g1xTw4VGJoPEvh9qdhuajgPgaes34y2plWlC54BPlL8EeXxawUv3ejxpZumL8PVFbjD1DDHwq02S2fzGFYJ1fLgs380mtkCxAgwE/s400/IMG_4746.JPG" /></a> Avery rode this roller coaster by herself... she thought it was fun at first but on one of the turns it jerked her around in her seat and she wasn't too happy about it. But the ride went around a couple of times before stopping. She tried to be okay with it the first couple times but the third time it went around she nearly lost it. I wish I could have gotten it on tape because she was trying so hard to smile but just had sheer dread on her face. I tried to take a picture but I was laughing so hard I dropped it. Love you Avery :)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39dxKoeMjdFIBPuL5HA2mqMelEjmEY7dRugYKI4w1Cntch9i2a2SavhrOz9d8aXZC-LKLbjj9tosUOJ48KDl7gp24lG8LBNRoYMcEWBHsoEHczzWfOyLsInp5ege3H0GY0JOV_IJD6cWL/s1600/IMG_4749.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532021781339496306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39dxKoeMjdFIBPuL5HA2mqMelEjmEY7dRugYKI4w1Cntch9i2a2SavhrOz9d8aXZC-LKLbjj9tosUOJ48KDl7gp24lG8LBNRoYMcEWBHsoEHczzWfOyLsInp5ege3H0GY0JOV_IJD6cWL/s400/IMG_4749.JPG" /></a> This ride was much better! She got to ride with R and S and it was slow and smooth. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhECmFZI25g-rrJ3HMLgU2L7qtGQRurC6gGzCH2kAh5Uk8ciwn8V_sxdOll-5j8acm11JoC773jK8fljiD215HoZFboMODqOP1uhjL1heVuJ7YDypmQU6gJaleTFWh0uS-xfa8Y3E5yNctn/s1600/IMG_4755.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532021776335957682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhECmFZI25g-rrJ3HMLgU2L7qtGQRurC6gGzCH2kAh5Uk8ciwn8V_sxdOll-5j8acm11JoC773jK8fljiD215HoZFboMODqOP1uhjL1heVuJ7YDypmQU6gJaleTFWh0uS-xfa8Y3E5yNctn/s400/IMG_4755.JPG" /></a> She also liked this ride because it was slow too.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzAm_yhzyMWmPHRApGzpNd4gyuosV2jsot6KSOCZA4WV6-aPXQzg2MBLHVY0AK13O8Gb0pblFVfI9_yvAajBxo3zbQY5CHU-L-l5li3IdFD8GBRsH1fHUUW8050JYouikZx9G-VQZJmHkb/s1600/IMG_4759.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532021771845446690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzAm_yhzyMWmPHRApGzpNd4gyuosV2jsot6KSOCZA4WV6-aPXQzg2MBLHVY0AK13O8Gb0pblFVfI9_yvAajBxo3zbQY5CHU-L-l5li3IdFD8GBRsH1fHUUW8050JYouikZx9G-VQZJmHkb/s400/IMG_4759.JPG" /></a> Here's me and P waiting in the face painting line so Ave could get her face all pretty.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIr38d2x80FZpbinQ9ZXQIcQPHtMdJGvo99eYXjzzGOxU3vL5nYkWRa0iu94JxDqil2N_r1B6msGH1sQR276EkBhog-H8CUp-grLVfsbjkCUgtQhkehL9BjP1lF3CnoPfi2Y-k1BjeZUUi/s1600/IMG_4756.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532021760918371522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIr38d2x80FZpbinQ9ZXQIcQPHtMdJGvo99eYXjzzGOxU3vL5nYkWRa0iu94JxDqil2N_r1B6msGH1sQR276EkBhog-H8CUp-grLVfsbjkCUgtQhkehL9BjP1lF3CnoPfi2Y-k1BjeZUUi/s400/IMG_4756.JPG" /></a> And here she is with a pink sunshine. Fits her perfectly.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUMUaYhN7-hEJ6LGe5TyDI1WHtaWsG4kq4AH8Ap_IZesD7UPOXBGuv5dZcgt6qhAcVYL2UGAdVuqk-TowJ44XjXak1sbuB3JkgZC7YynrmNGTUTAdqH00fvjzJIEWJOQMXrMe_H_L8-OC/s1600/IMG_4761.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532021751567846002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUMUaYhN7-hEJ6LGe5TyDI1WHtaWsG4kq4AH8Ap_IZesD7UPOXBGuv5dZcgt6qhAcVYL2UGAdVuqk-TowJ44XjXak1sbuB3JkgZC7YynrmNGTUTAdqH00fvjzJIEWJOQMXrMe_H_L8-OC/s400/IMG_4761.JPG" /></a> Here's Ave and R and S with their painted faces and balloons. They really had fun together enjoying all the rides and fun things to do and see. Michael especially loved watching all the interesting people there. Tustin Tiller Days didn't totally win me over but I'm not opposed to going back next year :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carly Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044noreply@blogger.com0