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Here you will hear about our day to day life -
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I guarantee. Enjoy!A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.comBlogger399125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-67879201534295084422012-02-02T07:50:00.002-06:002012-02-02T07:50:47.970-06:00My Latest Obsession.....My latest obsession is Pinterest. Love. It. I have to limit myself each day because, just like facebook, 5 minutes of checking things out turns into an hour. I have been 'pinning' lots of things that I may never make, bake, buy, wear, etc. but it's just so much fun!<br />
Last night I decided that I would whip up a <a href="http://confident-beautiful-motivated.tumblr.com/post/4418288504/rouxeats-chocolate-banana-ice-cream-freeze-a">recipe</a> I pinned to see what the fuss was all about. Because my dear hubby has some lactose issues, I figured this would be perfect for him if it was tasty. Boy was it! Another plus? MUCH lower calorie count than ice cream. The kiddos loved it too.<br />
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We've lived and breathed basketball just about everyday since January 1. Between in-house league practice and games as well as travel team practice and tournaments, we're either at a gym or we are sleeping. I love it!! The travel team (pictured) is such a good group of kids and their parents are all so much fun as well. This is the first year these boys have all played together and they are shocking us all. It is just so much fun to watch them! They have won two championships and two third place trophies. Looks like I'll be adding another shelf in Colton's room!<br />
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Brett: Mom, did you know that when you are a grandma, you'll still be my mom?<br />
Me: I know. Cool huh?!<br />
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Me: Are you going to want me to live close to your kids like Grandma Claudia or far away like Grandma Sue?<br />
Brett: Probably far away like Grandma Sue.<br />
Me: Really? (So not the answer I was expecting). Why?<br />
Brett: So that way my kids can play a lot of video games on the way to your house.<br />
Me: What if they don't like video games?<br />
Brett: Oh, I guarantee they will.<br />
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Brett: When you are a grandma and you and dad move away, you'll have to call me and tell me where you went.<br />
Me: Deal.<br />
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Me: So, do you have a girlfriend?<br />
Brett: No, I broke up with all of them.<br />
Me: How do you know about 'breaking up?'<br />
Brett: That's what they say on T.V.<br />
Me: Huh. So, did you tell all your girlfriends that you broke up with them?<br />
Brett: Nope. Because I never even told them they were my girlfriends.<br />
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Love this kid!<br />
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Brett received a snowboard from Santa this Christmas. On New Year's Eve we <em>finally </em>got a little bit of snow. The morning of New Year's Day, the boys were running out the door determined to teach Brett how to use this contraption. I watched from afar and saw my adorable boys work together to accomplish something. I quickly grabbed my camera and snapped a few shots.</div>
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Colton was helping Brett get his feet situated:</div>
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"Hold my hand Brett...." (sooooo cute!)</div>
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<br />Not to fool you that my boys get along for long periods of time, approximately 8 minutes after these pictures were taken, Brett came back inside saying he was done because, "Brother took my goggles and I can't snowboard without them."<br />
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Here it is. The beginning of a new year. A time to reflect on all that has happened the past year and what your hoping for in the next year.<br />
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I'm not a resolution maker. However, this year, I've got a few goals for myself as well as for my family.<br />
For some reason, if I throw them out there for the public, I feel a bit more obligated to stick to them. Wrong or right, it is what it is.<br />
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The family goal for 2012 is to focus on needs vs. wants. This goal is two-fold. The first is to focus on all that we've been blessed with and to be thankful for all that we have. This message was loud and clear to me when we were all watching The Blind Side over Christmas break and in the movie, Big Mike shares with LeAnn that he's never had a bed before. Colton just couldn't believe it ~ that this truly happens in today's world. It was an eye opener to me that we need to spend some time in 2012 helping/encouraging/supporting those that aren't as fortunate as we are. The second is to not spend money just to spend it. We do alright for ourselves, but aren't swimming in Benjamin's in our indoor pool (no we don't really have an indoor pool). I'm great at going to Target to get a few things like toilet paper and lettuce, but then walking out with 2 books, some new pens (when I've already got 36 in the drawer) and some things for the boys because I know they will <em>love</em> it. My husband on the other hand does really well avoiding the day to day purchases, but is more of an impulse buyer on big ticket items. Thankfully we're both on the same page for this goal. <br />
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I have a couple of personal goals for 2012. <br />
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My first is the standard goal that 99.9% of females have; eat less and move more. I have some great girlfriends that are all on the same page as me and we've got our own little program that kicks off tomorrow. Yee-haw! If you are interested, I strongly suggest the iphone app - Myfitnesspal. It helps you track your daily calorie intake and exercise. <br />
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My second is to get and stay organized in 2012. I spent a majority of this weekend clearing out closest. I went through my bathrooms and realized that I had 7 bottles of sunscreen. Seriously?!! I also cleaned out my spices and have to admit that I had many duplicates and containers that expired in 2008. Oops. <br />
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My third goal, which is a combination of goal 1 and goal 2, is planning out meals. This helps avoid any last minutes take-out orders or pizza calls (helps save $ for family goal and helps with lbs for personal goal). I've got the first week of meals planned out. Our schedules are crazy with basketball for the oldest 3-5 times/week plus wrestling practice for the youngest and school work on top of that.<br />
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And last, but not least is to facebook less and blog more.<br />
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Here's to an AWESOME 2012!<br />
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Me on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">other hand</span> couldn't be more nervous. Don't get me wrong. I really enjoy watching football. However, I don't enjoy the thought of my offspring being knocked unconscious, breaking a bone, etc. We've got 2 weeks of practice and one scrimmage under our belt and so far so good. There isn't an injury to report.<br />Here's a few pictures from this past Saturday:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiao1uYr7OnfJz-uXnWtcExUXxvxwqqpj4Cv4b3GhzPAdFoW7rdY3ZTt1fXS6eha7eD8SrwNOz5PZqThGvZHO4Yk5rk6Ac2rCRzcYMNyYkNOZnhtrx1uctk_6R45Nej3flBADDZSltMqZU/s1600/drills.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651292556471285378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiao1uYr7OnfJz-uXnWtcExUXxvxwqqpj4Cv4b3GhzPAdFoW7rdY3ZTt1fXS6eha7eD8SrwNOz5PZqThGvZHO4Yk5rk6Ac2rCRzcYMNyYkNOZnhtrx1uctk_6R45Nej3flBADDZSltMqZU/s600/drills.jpg" border="0" /></a> Doing some warm-up drills. My kid is the one with the skinny legs. He gets that from his dad.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawfFSlGzmio2uCf4dcOC1mIRo4_txhLe0mM3z-QK0XGG91q9G3_oKN9S7pt1zRpPfiVFCXemtr-SK7b_j0dBSojBU5Z0wwxXXkLwD5yrFRNhyphenhyphenGO5Gs03BHUt3onAe9vgO_Cj5mce1wLY/s1600/C+with+arrow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651292553133785346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawfFSlGzmio2uCf4dcOC1mIRo4_txhLe0mM3z-QK0XGG91q9G3_oKN9S7pt1zRpPfiVFCXemtr-SK7b_j0dBSojBU5Z0wwxXXkLwD5yrFRNhyphenhyphenGO5Gs03BHUt3onAe9vgO_Cj5mce1wLY/s600/C+with+arrow.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kind of hard to pick him out so I thought I'd help you out. Defense is his favorite. I asked why he couldn't just be a kicker. He told me that was boring. Can't blame me for trying.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJllH5oWBDvooKS4ndIEHay16_y2ubfeTt-rkjpstKq_QKqNr9IOeBl-iwQAbTE4ofDeszHUgroRxUQaY_TCT8I_srfHpoDr-ce4Ju7whiQz9k6-AMc0xhkDxyv-Y-XUYtFRGTwulXcQ/s1600/C+with+Ball.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651292517687603154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJllH5oWBDvooKS4ndIEHay16_y2ubfeTt-rkjpstKq_QKqNr9IOeBl-iwQAbTE4ofDeszHUgroRxUQaY_TCT8I_srfHpoDr-ce4Ju7whiQz9k6-AMc0xhkDxyv-Y-XUYtFRGTwulXcQ/s600/C+with+Ball.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here he is carrying the ball - into a sea of kids that want to knock him down. Lord help me.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/38/530AF88D4465200079FD9248D59D1AD3.png" /></a></div></div></div>A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-17281542851506912302011-09-11T21:02:00.004-05:002011-09-11T21:13:26.390-05:00First Day of School....Like all the other parents out there sending their kids off to school, I too think, we're did the time go?<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Colton</span> is starting 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> grade. His last year at the elementary school. 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<br />A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-67710913569330218752011-08-21T18:10:00.002-05:002011-08-21T18:27:03.196-05:00Currently...I got this idea from Jenny over at s<a href="http://stickyfeathers.typepad.com/sticky_feathers/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tickyfeathers</span></a>. We got back from a family vacation at about midnight last night, I'm up to my eyeballs in laundry and thought a mindless post is in order.
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<br />loving: My vacation weather. Nothing but sunshine and 80 degrees!!
<br />pondering: Watch a movie tonight (The Kings Speech) or catch up on blogging, facebook and Words w/Friends. (I know. Lame.)
<br />reading: The Help - well, technically I just finished it today
<br />anticipating: School starting. 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> grade and kindergarten ~ how can it be???
<br />cursing: All the calories I've consumed on vacation.
<br />wearing: shorts and a t-shirt. No make up worn since day one of vacation...I look a little frightening!
<br />deciding: Where to buy new carpet for the family room.
<br />hoping: I can get my to-do list done before Tuesday.
<br />planning: My upcoming weekend
<br />dreading: Tuesday - back to work
<br />wishing: That the money tree in my backyard would start growing.
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<br />A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-84214982501751208922011-08-13T18:37:00.004-05:002011-08-13T21:44:56.310-05:00The 5 Year Pictures...I attempted to take Brett's 5 year pictures today. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Never mind</span> that he's been 5 for a month and a half. He really, really , really wanted to wear his new hat in his pictures so I figured why not. After about the first 5 minutes, the kid was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">workin</span>' it. "Mom, how about I stand here and do this. Mom, what about this. Mom, that was really fun."
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<br />A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-59565458795204436352011-08-10T20:56:00.004-05:002011-08-10T21:13:32.055-05:005 Things....5 Things that have kept me busy this week (other than work and kids).
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<br />1. Our front porch has been bugging me since winter. As you can see in the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span> picture, we had a railing with spindles. This winter, one of the kids was snowboarding down the hill on the side of our house and ran into the porch snapping one of the spindles so it's looked <em>really </em>classy over the past 7 months. Apparently on Sunday I had had enough and grabbed Mike's tool box and some tool and started wrenching on the mile long screws that held it into place and after about an hour of sweat and a few choice words, I got all the pieces off.
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<br /><div>2. Still in the "clean this place up" topic, I gutted out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Colton's</span> room. I threw away so much stuff and reorganized everything else. It took me 2.5 hours, but it.looks.awesome! Luckily for me, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Colton</span> wasn't around to say, "no, don't throw that, I play with it all the time" with the million and six things he hasn't touched in years. </div>
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<br />A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-23467561388981267592011-08-05T18:42:00.002-05:002011-08-05T18:46:42.098-05:00Photo Printing...I'm overwhelmed. I have a bazillion pictures on my computer. I download them off my cameras, might do a little editing and then they sit. I haven't printed pictures since early 2010. Ugh.<br />I had a notebook of all the folders that I printed pictures from in an effort to not duplicate print orders (which I may have done a time or two). Not sure where that notebook is. Great.<br />Do you print your pictures regularly? If so, where do you do it - online, at home, bring your card to Target?<br />I have no idea where to start. I'm thinking I'm going to start with the most recent and work my way back. I think I'll start tomorrow.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/38/530AF88D4465200079FD9248D59D1AD3.png" /></a>A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-73457906725686256002011-08-04T19:57:00.002-05:002011-08-04T20:03:54.410-05:00Back To Blogging.....I used to blog regularly. Looking back, I would post a few times a week. Now I'm lucky if I get one post done in a month. I blame that on a few things - working full time, raising 2 busy boys, summer and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span>. Yes, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Facebook</span>. That lovely vortex that sucks away my time. It's much easier to post a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sentence</span> than to compose a paragraph or two.<br />However, I'm coming back. I am going to make a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">commitment</span> to myself to blog at least twice a week. It might not be a lengthy post and it may not include pictures, but my intent from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">beginning</span> is to capture moments of life to look back on down the road.<br />You in?<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/38/530AF88D4465200079FD9248D59D1AD3.png" /></a>A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-41325318190359535192011-07-09T21:28:00.004-05:002011-07-09T21:38:08.017-05:00Happy 5th Birthday!My sweet boy. We are so lucky to have you in our lives. This past year, your personality and preferences have really shined through. You are incredibly witty ~ especially for a 5 year old! There isn't a day that goes by where you don't make us belly laugh. I adore that about you.<br /><br />You can hold your own with your brother. The two of you can't be so angry with each other and then in the next blink of an eye you are snuggled up on the couch watching a movie.<br /><br />You love lasagna, yogurt and french toast sticks with my special dip.<br />You are very polite.<br />You are such a boy. You love to get dirty, catch bugs and torment the dog.<br /><br />Thank you for being an amazing boy and thank you for still wanting me to tuck you in at night. Happy Birthday buddy!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYNhxJDuoAv1rCzeXWGHKPgBYCnlG_VM70mrODgyAgTgathvz6f-zuwP_A-WfMXZVlEkh0WsbjkHQv6IIlW6tqZFuNw9Wl1YtTSzortaIjPzv6UtH8KJKPMk5UU5nikAqNNpeYq1D2bq0/s1600/brett+frog+edited+resized.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627545226525913378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYNhxJDuoAv1rCzeXWGHKPgBYCnlG_VM70mrODgyAgTgathvz6f-zuwP_A-WfMXZVlEkh0WsbjkHQv6IIlW6tqZFuNw9Wl1YtTSzortaIjPzv6UtH8KJKPMk5UU5nikAqNNpeYq1D2bq0/s640/brett+frog+edited+resized.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/38/530AF88D4465200079FD9248D59D1AD3.png" /></a></div>A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-76925531640655114092011-06-19T15:20:00.003-05:002011-06-19T15:38:30.030-05:004 Wheels to 2 Wheels....Brett has been asking to take his training wheels off for a couple of weeks. The day finally came and he was so excited. At first.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnNfxnckyFA4i9NjE0HkMxN75pfywyukJgSteBX_asBpE_x4VAU_wVQiT-airwHr-J7JTF4aH_QH-iIoC1XKXYzzBEwPsrWMpoaNDOCJN4uSSt1h4YvocznKIAdP3fXpS5jPUS5ltwMY/s1600/Brett+bike+close+up.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620031382540770738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnNfxnckyFA4i9NjE0HkMxN75pfywyukJgSteBX_asBpE_x4VAU_wVQiT-airwHr-J7JTF4aH_QH-iIoC1XKXYzzBEwPsrWMpoaNDOCJN4uSSt1h4YvocznKIAdP3fXpS5jPUS5ltwMY/s400/Brett+bike+close+up.jpg" border="0" /></a> For being a little daredevil, he was extremely cautious when it came to trying to ride his bike. He wouldn't keep going fast enough to keep the bike up no matter how good Mike's pep talk was.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPfLBl1NyZWn2luQPIdcq8M23uI6GeMbCy962KB7gQ5MOaByXdV4i9VwUjDQZ0eoDsgqy8FLn5Tv6kAV41oSvrsU6X2CtqQGM3yv69Kb4q6hVRLHUOGxEp3z_l1UYe4kl0J-Xwg4S4cU/s1600/Brett+bike+talk+prep.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620030873826583538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPfLBl1NyZWn2luQPIdcq8M23uI6GeMbCy962KB7gQ5MOaByXdV4i9VwUjDQZ0eoDsgqy8FLn5Tv6kAV41oSvrsU6X2CtqQGM3yv69Kb4q6hVRLHUOGxEp3z_l1UYe4kl0J-Xwg4S4cU/s400/Brett+bike+talk+prep.jpg" border="0" /></a> He mastered the "lean" and was trying really hard. See the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tongue</span> hanging out? That's when you know he's <em>really</em> concentrating.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpWrOR91Py0U9JElTbvK9qV1LYFvQyuzwnVBj27IJ61ORvIv7fsjbtJEWJFQuh9amlcPFMlrsYKfSRFfATDZ9cnYycX4EYY-iNIROuqn7njOxkD6WFyBceuXxfGpL9GGSvw5U5U20HqEw/s1600/Brett+near+wipe+out.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620030854380191730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpWrOR91Py0U9JElTbvK9qV1LYFvQyuzwnVBj27IJ61ORvIv7fsjbtJEWJFQuh9amlcPFMlrsYKfSRFfATDZ9cnYycX4EYY-iNIROuqn7njOxkD6WFyBceuXxfGpL9GGSvw5U5U20HqEw/s400/Brett+near+wipe+out.jpg" border="0" /></a>He'd make it a few feet and then just stop <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pedaling</span>. We all know what happens when you stop <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pedaling</span> and don't put your feet down.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCQ4JV7OdfTlHhJjWrC8qAOJ7d9OgEIzNiGpvVaW-nka7LVl-vF8a3pMQ088PtptafIkweUfRgh2AWXEgQQUqZFGmvkRJSbnm9d_jLWd8t9W2sM5x5wHYxAFAkG-bYqAZHWW1R2Zr2wc/s1600/Brett+the+lean.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620030845317837490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCQ4JV7OdfTlHhJjWrC8qAOJ7d9OgEIzNiGpvVaW-nka7LVl-vF8a3pMQ088PtptafIkweUfRgh2AWXEgQQUqZFGmvkRJSbnm9d_jLWd8t9W2sM5x5wHYxAFAkG-bYqAZHWW1R2Zr2wc/s400/Brett+the+lean.jpg" border="0" /></a> You got it. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Wipe out</span>. A handle bar to the ribs.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1AK9JwrjPMsQVyuUiJp9ODkVe1eiRW6_ugL3puHtILC738zAmK0TtIH-Vz18TCiB-VdM2dExKgVPu8LI2gIIJRhiV_iFb-eu86j-A2Fs2GoL6afbNswZumUbHMiI8vUMN_4GpNsMANU/s1600/Brett+post+wipe+out.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620030823347440786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1AK9JwrjPMsQVyuUiJp9ODkVe1eiRW6_ugL3puHtILC738zAmK0TtIH-Vz18TCiB-VdM2dExKgVPu8LI2gIIJRhiV_iFb-eu86j-A2Fs2GoL6afbNswZumUbHMiI8vUMN_4GpNsMANU/s400/Brett+post+wipe+out.jpg" border="0" /></a> And he's done. He wouldn't get on the bike again after that. He wanted his scooter.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7iAo6GEVm1lc-5oR_lcjE8PBYlssR_xjRQ5eF5kSGdLXsZu2e4kwERlCGko6k1ZCZ5VVYL0juNPvZVBWs995LyEtHqKCdfFX7b3eSj22zD9U9lw_oT5Jxn5gZyKWj6UB-VUT38FJh9EA/s1600/Brett+tears.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620030812304018322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7iAo6GEVm1lc-5oR_lcjE8PBYlssR_xjRQ5eF5kSGdLXsZu2e4kwERlCGko6k1ZCZ5VVYL0juNPvZVBWs995LyEtHqKCdfFX7b3eSj22zD9U9lw_oT5Jxn5gZyKWj6UB-VUT38FJh9EA/s400/Brett+tears.jpg" border="0" /></a>Guess we'll try again another day.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/38/530AF88D4465200079FD9248D59D1AD3.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-25670254948418264792011-06-19T15:15:00.001-05:002011-06-19T15:19:48.444-05:00Daredevil...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLTBwhK_Eih3vrhfrEs92-XXx1brix68QXxCCFeaV7fBx6T1od1nLVgeYuZmuhHQ8Rz1-EGnXbdXYpo_Vj-ynPApHRhgoVyFYO8vxBWxzXatYKVoVmUrToOfz1PdJMqwmg3TOZvvRVsag/s1600/brett+slide+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620028137701372322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLTBwhK_Eih3vrhfrEs92-XXx1brix68QXxCCFeaV7fBx6T1od1nLVgeYuZmuhHQ8Rz1-EGnXbdXYpo_Vj-ynPApHRhgoVyFYO8vxBWxzXatYKVoVmUrToOfz1PdJMqwmg3TOZvvRVsag/s400/brett+slide+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/38/530AF88D4465200079FD9248D59D1AD3.png" /></a></div>A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-32114919335361341282011-06-19T15:00:00.002-05:002011-06-19T15:11:21.661-05:00Let's Play Ball.....This is what we've been up to every Monday and Wednesday evening since the end of April. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Colton</span> is loving baseball this year. It's more competitive and the kids are pitching.<br /><br />Here's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Colton</span> warming up. Right after I took this picture, he looked at me, shook his head and said, "g<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">eez</span> Mom, really?!"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPmCh3djf8a9tvo1nbAs8BPwZ12W3qAucTsJXqaWcUYRCqJdIZoXsUb6KutDz4RCC_oqlabbBARlQjsbJBJpb7o4k78zFimbaVOTt3y0POvgI0TnJtsIg03XUP2epSaM6Sj9yEhmja2g/s1600/IMG_6558.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620024557653520210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPmCh3djf8a9tvo1nbAs8BPwZ12W3qAucTsJXqaWcUYRCqJdIZoXsUb6KutDz4RCC_oqlabbBARlQjsbJBJpb7o4k78zFimbaVOTt3y0POvgI0TnJtsIg03XUP2epSaM6Sj9yEhmja2g/s400/IMG_6558.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here he is playing first base. One of his favorite positions.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic2tCFzw8wRsVLCua46nCkrkNR_4kpvaen5EH4UgZ3lHlIUqFVRxb_tPYORdREw43PPony4iaVVLtIKMUC0jNIdPiNMvNmtd14qb3NezIgEGxNw0QEumxC2UigI7IOcSluYaWsI5FDuZg/s1600/Colton+1st+base.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620024552118816962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic2tCFzw8wRsVLCua46nCkrkNR_4kpvaen5EH4UgZ3lHlIUqFVRxb_tPYORdREw43PPony4iaVVLtIKMUC0jNIdPiNMvNmtd14qb3NezIgEGxNw0QEumxC2UigI7IOcSluYaWsI5FDuZg/s400/Colton+1st+base.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here he is pitching. His favorite position and my most stressful position. I get so nervous that he's going to hit somebody (which he has) and more afraid that he's going to get drilled by the batter (which thankfully he has not).<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZK35fY8sRb9jcd_OBVfxhVk5lqdt2sAVmQP1yd8CJJ0PB9RMGSd1iUzlEz3fWWXFPQUfkoLpf19QI69SE_FLZYtWOizK3XmQkq7KJELUrYR1VlOpC8uOyGaoyTsaYN8GcCkhLTuwnY7c/s1600/Pitching+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620024547695617090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZK35fY8sRb9jcd_OBVfxhVk5lqdt2sAVmQP1yd8CJJ0PB9RMGSd1iUzlEz3fWWXFPQUfkoLpf19QI69SE_FLZYtWOizK3XmQkq7KJELUrYR1VlOpC8uOyGaoyTsaYN8GcCkhLTuwnY7c/s400/Pitching+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Playoffs start next week. Go Blue Jays!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/38/530AF88D4465200079FD9248D59D1AD3.png" /></a></div></div></div>A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-63188506223408131252011-05-07T18:20:00.004-05:002011-05-07T20:47:35.039-05:00Brothers....On Easter I attempted the near impossible feat of getting a decent picture of my boys together. When they both are dressed somewhat decent and when they are both looking at me with an unforced smile.<br />Here they are posed by the tree in the front yard. Then a distraction. A car driving by and they both say cheese while turning their head to see who's going to catch them looking all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dorked</span> out.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6pHRtAzc1u0w3odMn171Gu3IQceTILV-GVikgqAWp819HqIP6OGuGTrh9m9hEKomhvFWBdFSea1uoaIWeRfivyN54hL9e2vVo4HXocwDweHRweP2grWArJMRSDEdVtbP4Ts-uYh-MeU/s1600/IMG_6523.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604119459709114434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6pHRtAzc1u0w3odMn171Gu3IQceTILV-GVikgqAWp819HqIP6OGuGTrh9m9hEKomhvFWBdFSea1uoaIWeRfivyN54hL9e2vVo4HXocwDweHRweP2grWArJMRSDEdVtbP4Ts-uYh-MeU/s400/IMG_6523.JPG" border="0" /></a> Then boredom sets in. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Colton</span> is clearly annoyed and Brett's making faces to entertain himself.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_CNW9NNtuR3bxeOAl8gatS24ivD2l_wMshWmjrZ6CyU3kM3N21Hgk936BsuZKzJLSwhRUE1RyExX6Y2I9JWnS2GMuloh3xD-jMNmvnupUhBSr-T_MSQe_yXn1ovijW-Rzj8Lf9wfgEU/s1600/the+boys+easter+outtake+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604119447626618610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_CNW9NNtuR3bxeOAl8gatS24ivD2l_wMshWmjrZ6CyU3kM3N21Hgk936BsuZKzJLSwhRUE1RyExX6Y2I9JWnS2GMuloh3xD-jMNmvnupUhBSr-T_MSQe_yXn1ovijW-Rzj8Lf9wfgEU/s400/the+boys+easter+outtake+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> I must have said something hilarious (as I'm one to do) as Brett is laughing while <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Colton</span> is attempting to remain composed as he wouldn't want me to think that he thinks I'm funny.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDCHEyzsEmTUW_wETIlyFmbSPvo88OaCeeoaK2goSilJ9qHiiEBLOa-teBvbpXykZz_nO2hWn31Ut-rZivVcUnNTe4WJ6LklPZj2rL5zq01_1-uFjktxfzxnl0sxXPl1QOKHbCAheiYg/s1600/the+boys+easter+outtake+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604119442138103106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDCHEyzsEmTUW_wETIlyFmbSPvo88OaCeeoaK2goSilJ9qHiiEBLOa-teBvbpXykZz_nO2hWn31Ut-rZivVcUnNTe4WJ6LklPZj2rL5zq01_1-uFjktxfzxnl0sxXPl1QOKHbCAheiYg/s400/the+boys+easter+outtake+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>And here it is. I love this picture of them. This is who they are and I love them to pieces.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLNatqnHPp-I7RHdYOi6pFOnVJhE125nVOZl7XDJAmqgywzjRxtF1TxOxXxKbV73iT5SXbBJzLobCL7FPv2hE8txa7r97vTPjyvjDq2vgDLszJxh8xT3aB0fraaaW9kaxUSVkmGnhuQk/s1600/the+boys+easter+2011a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604119437801996530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLNatqnHPp-I7RHdYOi6pFOnVJhE125nVOZl7XDJAmqgywzjRxtF1TxOxXxKbV73iT5SXbBJzLobCL7FPv2hE8txa7r97vTPjyvjDq2vgDLszJxh8xT3aB0fraaaW9kaxUSVkmGnhuQk/s400/the+boys+easter+2011a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/38/530AF88D4465200079FD9248D59D1AD3.png" /></a></div></div></div></div>A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-18352336098795141362011-04-21T20:41:00.004-05:002011-04-21T21:02:09.488-05:00Can You Really Be 9???I cannot believe you are already 9 years old. I never understood what my parents were saying when they told me, "the older you get, the faster time goes." Now, I get it.<br />What an amazing kid you are. You are so smart. You are so witty. You are so sensitive. You are so boy. You have no idea how much I love you! Happy Birthday buddy!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxggNk3__eNpsO3FAzyt8hbz80Jqg2iZtJLofLoOqZ_F-3-vMb_w23jnbQlT_QLj-65HpH0NRJSxlKUWyNMp5IhLG5DYeihfk6swp5VbG8_RKkcnvFCQnDMYXCICIOtDkuKovEnymkis/s1600/Colton+kid+party+cake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598219686752108674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxggNk3__eNpsO3FAzyt8hbz80Jqg2iZtJLofLoOqZ_F-3-vMb_w23jnbQlT_QLj-65HpH0NRJSxlKUWyNMp5IhLG5DYeihfk6swp5VbG8_RKkcnvFCQnDMYXCICIOtDkuKovEnymkis/s400/Colton+kid+party+cake.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mike and I made a decision when we started having kids that we'd have family only parties until the kids were school age. Then we'd have a family party and a kid party. When <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Colton</span> turned 6 in kindergarten, we gave him a choice. If you want to go somewhere for your birthday and have your party, then you don't get a gift from mom and dad. If you choose to have a party at home, then you get a gift from mom and dad. Maybe we are harsh, but those destination parties aren't cheap! I will tell you that every year since his 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> birthday, he as always chosen a destination party. This year was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">GrandSlam</span>.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzV9MAlPHsgh9ZO147nY_IHEflOdZVi5YuWkFUiqkiDGoLdIHO8OCy2w6bXsL2ui1JCRCIQbgRVwefDFo6RCrrSA08w_mjXtPRP3Kcw_HnnUB9MXo5p6NzqE5CdRJqCI1l1c4DbzDd8k0/s1600/Boys+at+grandslam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598219509298149538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzV9MAlPHsgh9ZO147nY_IHEflOdZVi5YuWkFUiqkiDGoLdIHO8OCy2w6bXsL2ui1JCRCIQbgRVwefDFo6RCrrSA08w_mjXtPRP3Kcw_HnnUB9MXo5p6NzqE5CdRJqCI1l1c4DbzDd8k0/s400/Boys+at+grandslam.jpg" border="0" /></a> These are some of his closest buddies. They are a great group of boys.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHm5Bsc5xI_L7hyphenhyphen7X5LbgjaC-LJG6u-EQBWCoToySa57LReRaPvvjCH8If9nz2wGub9fiN1iH7GY1-iHcEqgRNpN6RUjleWUIdPz7JfiqRVIG3SpiBzN9-CNFcs1EeIx7ZIGNXKyk96s/s1600/gearing+up+for+laser+tag.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598219498649334498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHm5Bsc5xI_L7hyphenhyphen7X5LbgjaC-LJG6u-EQBWCoToySa57LReRaPvvjCH8If9nz2wGub9fiN1iH7GY1-iHcEqgRNpN6RUjleWUIdPz7JfiqRVIG3SpiBzN9-CNFcs1EeIx7ZIGNXKyk96s/s400/gearing+up+for+laser+tag.jpg" border="0" /></a> Laser Tag was the hit of the party. They went in with team strategies and came out sweating and replaying every twist and turn and shot taken. Of course their team always won no matter what the scoreboard said.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKLJ3k9W_zEIB1YPlNIHo1wgo_TaAZD07M5iiAAUw5OvWucC9cqhAVKiXFg8Kp2GoXI7i79Lno1emeG5Aok372wsPBRYpwJ597z4Ik6nGkAKg4GZ6g0D5UMx2n3J-JF0Y6jD32pxy7I8M/s1600/bumper+cars.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598219492428706354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKLJ3k9W_zEIB1YPlNIHo1wgo_TaAZD07M5iiAAUw5OvWucC9cqhAVKiXFg8Kp2GoXI7i79Lno1emeG5Aok372wsPBRYpwJ597z4Ik6nGkAKg4GZ6g0D5UMx2n3J-JF0Y6jD32pxy7I8M/s400/bumper+cars.jpg" border="0" /></a> Off to the bumper cars. I have never heard a group of nine year old boys giggle so much.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLN_I1oYRom8NjjuRzsTQ9ZRN7ytDThJ1r2HJ9gI-DUKk_aBnBNtKic6dWXMLRbczQT3UuuwxNynwh7x2ksD9Boxw1LaP4BqskSp_1K2fedsXrBoB12UIKEnqtOOKaGz9BsFu8CbEYFg/s1600/goodies.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598219487771786146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLN_I1oYRom8NjjuRzsTQ9ZRN7ytDThJ1r2HJ9gI-DUKk_aBnBNtKic6dWXMLRbczQT3UuuwxNynwh7x2ksD9Boxw1LaP4BqskSp_1K2fedsXrBoB12UIKEnqtOOKaGz9BsFu8CbEYFg/s400/goodies.jpg" border="0" /></a>The hardest part of the day? Trying to figure out what trinket to cash all their tickets in for.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8UBaO8Omho3veL59erOU44pAh7yuo6ZXrI4mMgom7mzP54NqwI3QimWsr62myKhrppP_zSfI1wB2mTpYsgeojqZRsBtiJ1RGs_GTQV5ZdSuF8FMOaTB-F3mojVqii3C9zNngisV7OfBg/s1600/Coltons+kid+cake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598219477192834066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8UBaO8Omho3veL59erOU44pAh7yuo6ZXrI4mMgom7mzP54NqwI3QimWsr62myKhrppP_zSfI1wB2mTpYsgeojqZRsBtiJ1RGs_GTQV5ZdSuF8FMOaTB-F3mojVqii3C9zNngisV7OfBg/s400/Coltons+kid+cake.jpg" border="0" /></a> Last but not least, the birthday cake. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Colton</span> requested a baseball cake this year. I have so much fun creating the birthday cakes. I have overheard him bragging to his friends, "you should see the cakes my mom makes. She's better than the store." Thanks bud!<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/38/530AF88D4465200079FD9248D59D1AD3.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-794812872305132632011-04-01T20:24:00.003-05:002011-04-01T20:27:13.600-05:00Guess Who?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPTuJ_klA6C7373o1tpXEidtt27IGtOEv9mBY0WAkmL7pNTqdJJUUaRzGKAC3dBWP61hucpyTijmAznU4BFKKiJTZ6aiPS9srFBtWAB3coCTpDAbYLwoDxCY0JEV-BKJJLKXemIUkQ75o/s1600/Guess+who+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590791136409310754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPTuJ_klA6C7373o1tpXEidtt27IGtOEv9mBY0WAkmL7pNTqdJJUUaRzGKAC3dBWP61hucpyTijmAznU4BFKKiJTZ6aiPS9srFBtWAB3coCTpDAbYLwoDxCY0JEV-BKJJLKXemIUkQ75o/s400/Guess+who+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqIRLkgRmHgEOTcD6ilwtlNhYOy8DljW9F-q-2Da_NJuU0Je-qiqrK0_BwA1cLnctNBLkjgibOk7Mh5fVxB73hmVpa1wXZBqLBaYjl9HwksyWcw16U-dsKdapsiTr8EnNCSKfVUChWF6E/s1600/Guess+Who+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590791125462440834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqIRLkgRmHgEOTcD6ilwtlNhYOy8DljW9F-q-2Da_NJuU0Je-qiqrK0_BwA1cLnctNBLkjgibOk7Mh5fVxB73hmVpa1wXZBqLBaYjl9HwksyWcw16U-dsKdapsiTr8EnNCSKfVUChWF6E/s400/Guess+Who+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is Brett's new obsession. Guess Who. In <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">both</span> the Superhero version and the "reg-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">le</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ur</span>" version. We don't just play the best out of three. It's more like the best out of 37. Watch out. He's pretty good!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>PS - don't mind the uncovered outlets. I removed them for painting and they've since been covered up. <br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/38/530AF88D4465200079FD9248D59D1AD3.png" /></a></div></div>A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-31629719656326752112011-03-12T15:45:00.003-06:002011-03-14T07:46:12.512-05:00Face Lift.....It took us 9 years, but we finally updated our kitchen counters. When I was trying to find an "old" picture to compare the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">counter tops</span>, I realized I've done an exceptional job at avoiding taking any pictures of my kitchen. I had to dig back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Colton's</span> 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> birthday in 2006 to find one.<br />We went from a lovely country blue laminate:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSBhDNAflEWQDryDkhhrUYbv6mhsK6gOt34ePwfXpi0sdbsZWLB3LhPvKHuGFS8fuC4I1LUo1MKz7LsUoCQHb9av1XdCePko9ZiqoMpxs4h6EKV26Bu_06SX65wv9L9pi2cLeq1ZGmKno/s1600/21_1253518413_1060_0056_056.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583313881381248802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSBhDNAflEWQDryDkhhrUYbv6mhsK6gOt34ePwfXpi0sdbsZWLB3LhPvKHuGFS8fuC4I1LUo1MKz7LsUoCQHb9av1XdCePko9ZiqoMpxs4h6EKV26Bu_06SX65wv9L9pi2cLeq1ZGmKno/s400/21_1253518413_1060_0056_056.jpg" border="0" /></a> to Yorkshire Brown granite. I.love.it.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNzN2tgJ6BjahcD1NPlMkQJTj3T5iVkoRARD-K3wgbZwnKMiUSouc139enwIdXYVzKJuGhdPPGybLdxTbQzmD3ZFnib0EMtc4i7XAHwZK58HZhkVItgqgYytZ1BCFgxkzP0MfXKzOGu4/s1600/finished+kitchen+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583313873005741730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNzN2tgJ6BjahcD1NPlMkQJTj3T5iVkoRARD-K3wgbZwnKMiUSouc139enwIdXYVzKJuGhdPPGybLdxTbQzmD3ZFnib0EMtc4i7XAHwZK58HZhkVItgqgYytZ1BCFgxkzP0MfXKzOGu4/s400/finished+kitchen+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> I painted the kitchen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Behr's</span> Pale Honey right before the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">counter tops</span> were installed.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4NK7tRnNN91fStFiPdR7XpTKMH8MXxYjD7rLG5qLHXjO6ewFKaQHsp33X-X6xfQj9GWdblvylInAJPvJm7jHVygJq_W7GJgpto7FvWN4Lmsi21U2RUevxBKZFGVts2cSbAxeOk-1yEk/s1600/finished+kitchen+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583313863953892770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4NK7tRnNN91fStFiPdR7XpTKMH8MXxYjD7rLG5qLHXjO6ewFKaQHsp33X-X6xfQj9GWdblvylInAJPvJm7jHVygJq_W7GJgpto7FvWN4Lmsi21U2RUevxBKZFGVts2cSbAxeOk-1yEk/s400/finished+kitchen+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Did you all see that faucet? I put that in and hooked it up <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">myself</span>. That's right. I didn't sustain any injuries except for a butt cramp as I was curled up under the sink. My boys were quite impressed. Now it's onto the living room to finish painting.<br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/38/530AF88D4465200079FD9248D59D1AD3.png" /></a></div></div></div>A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-3388227490549008372011-02-18T21:30:00.002-06:002011-02-18T21:36:30.735-06:00Basketball SeasonI took full opportunity of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Colton</span> "letting me" coach his basketball team this year. I'm guessing next year it won't be cool to have your mom hanging out with you so much. I'm actually co-coaching as I'm 110% certain I couldn't handle 12 eight and nine year old boys on my own.<br />We have a great group of kids on the team with the widest range of skills that you can imagine. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLD-OnvaKQfXk0MMzGIliKUijcPcJww03yDFpcWJOI37yZwvRBkUGFUv4cAMxWnLJ7ua9fNbCXuKm3COnxbJjC3RDDF5eXuV_VZxNVdLkJHhOOhM5eowX6-sySg6imaFq4WHSurvqOqk/s1600/Colton+bball5+2011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575238137436644562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLD-OnvaKQfXk0MMzGIliKUijcPcJww03yDFpcWJOI37yZwvRBkUGFUv4cAMxWnLJ7ua9fNbCXuKm3COnxbJjC3RDDF5eXuV_VZxNVdLkJHhOOhM5eowX6-sySg6imaFq4WHSurvqOqk/s400/Colton+bball5+2011.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Colton</span> is #19 in the white - the one with the ball. Last Saturday I attempted to coach and take pictures. Not the greatest idea since just about all of the came out blurry as I was attempting to multi-task. Oh well.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSC2Fs0whRBCRxzUwGMVr0UYveT8Ng6LR8qL3s2KkMAVwqdDGWMtK20dFJZ8jr6blC52xc4-wSZAwOzUsUlsBzAjhVyq6vJ8PEG3zPBdR4R9FZCJGHtA62O2f5rUk39FtOLF_2aG22ec/s1600/Colton+bball+4+2011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575238137276067842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSC2Fs0whRBCRxzUwGMVr0UYveT8Ng6LR8qL3s2KkMAVwqdDGWMtK20dFJZ8jr6blC52xc4-wSZAwOzUsUlsBzAjhVyq6vJ8PEG3zPBdR4R9FZCJGHtA62O2f5rUk39FtOLF_2aG22ec/s400/Colton+bball+4+2011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Kx9JPSDmxBW8tBBCc8zsIjso1-gYtaPvV31l2yRFFZPjaaEsz289i0FaoRSfiw0u4zUljNKdqbIZIHvLthXLmVKJTbrr11DX73CzlsITWuuCis2vb6JOZOpMAfNHBSsIGNFT_uwA510/s1600/Colton+bball+3+2011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575238133863981234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Kx9JPSDmxBW8tBBCc8zsIjso1-gYtaPvV31l2yRFFZPjaaEsz289i0FaoRSfiw0u4zUljNKdqbIZIHvLthXLmVKJTbrr11DX73CzlsITWuuCis2vb6JOZOpMAfNHBSsIGNFT_uwA510/s400/Colton+bball+3+2011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3Wu5TPC-cWCmcikviKI3LMgwys0AbZo-GJXY3iAtOZpMjV3L-4GZQSxNH98IbBc0VwlQF3MlSLDMNUa0ZVReALB1d8kGiCCvlhXxVnwXkFuLfFIhCXLVrE1bHR8QAfNQOPx2hQRzu6g/s1600/Colton+bball+2+2011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575238131983492098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3Wu5TPC-cWCmcikviKI3LMgwys0AbZo-GJXY3iAtOZpMjV3L-4GZQSxNH98IbBc0VwlQF3MlSLDMNUa0ZVReALB1d8kGiCCvlhXxVnwXkFuLfFIhCXLVrE1bHR8QAfNQOPx2hQRzu6g/s400/Colton+bball+2+2011.jpg" border="0" /></a> I'm really enjoying this season and can't believe that we only have 2 games left!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/38/530AF88D4465200079FD9248D59D1AD3.png" /></a></div></div></div></div>A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145015845106151649.post-71889976216682766902011-02-08T10:16:00.004-06:002011-02-08T18:21:13.784-06:00Valentine Treats....I wanted to do something a little different than the standard piece of candy and card for Brett's Valentine's day party at daycare. I saw an idea on one of the blogs I frequent and thought it was perfect!<br /><br />All you need:<br />bottles of water<br />paper<br />stickers / markers<br />straws<br />individual drink mixes (I used Target brand sugar-free grape mix)<br />tape<br /><br />I put little labels on the drink mixes making them "love potion"<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571354144327198786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZ2S68uhBVQyfNXxMN0ye1W06IjOUnWYkmUwLBxOZ6R4UPf4XVSmxU-ZNnmnYUczlIEZgT-13lFwR8ce6mxxPdsGUrNJz0b5-MW6wBlgn_e-bLG9t3_Spo7f0mmtfb0EayJgnwGAyViE/s400/B+Valentine.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQxZzNjkgC_HeTTmR10G34V63nEBQkzP_pfiULz6bWex59suX8_jsol3PkwhmVaZS-GTVNbSP3Ea8QoVK76brFiICcnU4F3q46xX-9M3LUbht2ory7neW8fSYdm3Lqs3r-58MLIjAKhm8/s1600/B+Valentine+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571353477613467298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQxZzNjkgC_HeTTmR10G34V63nEBQkzP_pfiULz6bWex59suX8_jsol3PkwhmVaZS-GTVNbSP3Ea8QoVK76brFiICcnU4F3q46xX-9M3LUbht2ory7neW8fSYdm3Lqs3r-58MLIjAKhm8/s400/B+Valentine+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Brett is beyond himself with excitement to give these to his friends.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/38/530AF88D4465200079FD9248D59D1AD3.png" /></a></div></div>A Day In The Life....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441716512902476134noreply@blogger.com2