tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48653610637778988602024-02-21T20:52:09.105-08:00Fun times with our little familyEmily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-48481430558404346752011-07-26T20:45:00.000-07:002011-07-27T20:51:50.331-07:00Just for NanaHi anyone who might be reading this. My mom is in Fiji, and so she never gets to see me, or my kiddies or the house that I am building - so this post is for her. This post is all videos that I don't want to post on facebook simply because it would BORE everyone.<br />Eddie on the beach<br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-e47d500d8132063 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="e47d500d8132063"></OBJECT><br /><br />Tommy swing surfing<br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-b17a12fffffee19e class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="b17a12fffffee19e"></OBJECT><br /><br />Tommy diving<br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-7f38548dce1014d0 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="7f38548dce1014d0"></OBJECT><br /><br />Mr. Chin<br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-8cec156e331ce9a7 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="8cec156e331ce9a7"></OBJECT>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-72489833630793164712010-06-25T21:00:00.000-07:002010-06-25T21:38:25.935-07:00Mama Mia Remixed<OBJECT id=BLOG_video-22b76bb99f000ff0 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="22b76bb99f000ff0"></OBJECT><br />Sammy LOVES to sing Mama mia, when he was even smaller and could barely talk he used to sing 'super trooper' all the time. People in stores would come up and ask me "is your kid singing ABBA?" and I would answer "yes, yes he is" - Naturally I was very proud of him. Now he loves to sing 'mama mia' and he always requests it - it was even our opening song for family home evening last week. This video is a treasure to me, and will always remind me of his 'mama mia' phase.Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-32049287788181834042010-05-26T14:55:00.000-07:002010-05-26T16:00:37.491-07:00Hit the Road Jack... and by Jack I mean Raccoon.So, as you all know from my last post, I had a mama raccoon and her baby living in the area around my hot tub. Awesome. Now, here is the true story about what we did to finally rid ourselves of our unwanted guests.
<br />We have this amazing home teacher, Mike, who rarely visits our home to share a message, instead he comes over every couple of months to help us with some problem or other. He was the one who initially caught and carried out the Rat from our crawlspace (I don't want to talk about it), and then he came over and hung a light fixture in my kitchen, and he rebuilt the bench on our deck, so it was only natural that we call him when we needed help with our newest problem. So, a couple weeks ago Mike came over one morning, and he and Jesse jammed broom handles into the den, (previously known as our hot tub) and banged all around it and decided that the coons must not be in there anymore, so they sealed up the hole where the Raccoon was getting in and out of. Later that night the mama raccoon, in desperation, broke out of the sealed hot tub. Apparently they were just being really quiet. So we piled some of our kid's toys up against the new hole, to make in more inconvenient for mama to get in - although we now understood that she was pretty serious about living there. It was at this point that Jesse conveniently went away on business for a week. So I bolted all the doors covered all the windows and pretended we didn't even have a backyard.
<br />When Jesse got home he knew he had to find a way to get the mama and the baby out, and THEN seal it all up, but how?? We decided to make a party of it all, and invited Mike and his family and our other good friends Candise and Kevin and their kids over for dinner and a raccoon hunt. Everyone chatted and ate tacos, and then the wives and kids all went to the park while the men stood around with a rake, a bat and shovel and tried to figure out how best to get the coons out. They decided to drill holes in the back part of the hot tub where the raccoons were camping out, and then they rammed the broom handle in the hole and sprayed febreeze in. Then they heard a deep rumbling growl, apparently they now had the mama's attention. The kept spraying stuff in there until the mama finally stuck her head out. Wisely, the men backed off and let her make the next move. When she decided they weren't going to hurt her she called in for her baby to come out, and that's when we found out she had FIVE babies in there with her. Apparently the babies were really cute and loved playing with all the toys on the deck, and just like human children, it took the mom a long time to gather them all up into one group at the bottom of our fence. Then the mama took each baby one at a time in her mouth and climbed over the fence and hid them somewhere - presumably in one of our neighbors hot tubs.
<br />HORRAY! I am so happy to be done with them all. And so happy that neither the raccoons or any of us were harmed in the process.
<br />Now I just have to deal with the bird that is stuck in my fireplace. Fantastic, I love being a home owner.<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1118/1377508475_f537bef67c.jpg">
<br /><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1118/1377508475_f537bef67c.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1118/1377508475_f537bef67c.jpg" /></a>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-34201360550772123422010-05-19T14:56:00.000-07:002010-05-19T15:39:08.314-07:00The Raccoon<a href="http://wedofunny.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/raccoon.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://wedofunny.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/raccoon.jpg" /></a><br /><div>We have been painting the outside of our house (pictures to come), so Jesse went around tearing pieces of our house off that he thought were rotten, and then talking of plans to replace and fix it all...we'll see. Anyways, he tore a piece of the surrounding off our hot tub off , and since it made no difference to the hot tub, he said he would replace later. A couple days later, we were out in the backyard - still painting - and I saw Tommy walk over to a very small grey fluffy thing. Then I saw him reach down to pick it up. I watched him put his had right on it to pick it up, and meanwhile my brain was trying to figure out what the little fuzz ball was that wasn't running or hopping away from my 4-year-old boy. Just as my brain registered the coloring we all heard a hissing coming from the bushes by Tommy, and then the Mama raccoon came out just as I started yelling for Tommy to come back into the house. We all got in the house behind the sliding door just in time to watch the mommy coon pick up the baby coon and jump into the hole by our hot tub left there after Jesse tore that piece of wood off. seriously?!!</div><br /><div>So long story short, we have mama and baby raccoon living in the dark warm area around our hot tub, and we keep a shovel by the back door - to protect us in case the mama comes out. Of course it costs minimum $245 to get someone to catch the raccoons, so Jesse is planning his own Raccoon Catching Mission, we'll see. We'll see.</div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-78915211319487691972010-04-28T20:55:00.000-07:002010-04-28T21:45:39.157-07:00I'm Back!Okay, I realize that I haven't posted anything for a really long time...just over 9 months probably, and that is because I was busy. Yes, as you all know, I had baby boy number 3 - or Edward, as some people call him. I'm not going to lie, it was a super tough pregnancy, for me and my family! I was sick at first, then tired, then cranky, and generally really uncomfortable. At one point Jesse said "I don't know if we should have any more kids, I'm not sure if I can handle it." Ya, I didn't cook supper, clean my house, dance to the radio, or stay up later than 9pm for most of the pregnancy, so I can see how that was tough on everyone. But I am happy to say that I feel like myself again! I am baking cookies, dancing and singing around the house, painting picture frames, doing laundry and blogging apparently. <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>My newest little guy is so sweet! He is gorgeous first of all, with dark hair and blue eyes (for now, we'll see if they last). He has a bit of Tommy and bit of Sammy, both in looks and his behavior. He loves to sleep, like Sammy, but when he is awake he is very active, just like Tommy. The older brothers LOVE him, in fact I have recently started hiding Eddie while he sleeps, so he isn't attacked with boogery kisses and very tight hugs. Sammy is always walking around the house asking "where is Eddie?" it's kinda cute. Tommy calls the baby "bam bam" and loves to pat his back, and gets excited when he burps because he knows baby's need to get their burps out. If it wasn't so smuthering, it would be really adorable. </div><div>But enough chit chat, here are some pics of my little boys.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465409096248675250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWdTTsjfn-U65CUNXcxJVvb9RbaYxARWVBJmz_EceFV7bkA5K0SwajdrU7mwz3G_COPuTlMnHRwa_fo1sacGlWevt3QE42BNZRH5UJvFKseHicQfgkPcgeHTTvWP9mlfy5IR9qeC9z6rv/s400/008.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465409104465440578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6QO9nAJRJA_AiyfEaBtj_pURkOXSZqgN-G_FNy59RHPAEYETGPZE3QW7OrX3-5ZzW5Ued3Svg6rSRWYUVgFz-DmASBIZwmr8B9TWpEqV4tlDq5CEO9woNXU-tjkSMzKn73GHLj2yi8P1/s400/025.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465409110648972770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs9bI0A7hahbSKj_b7oVuPjFV9_xoTa-Hi4hJJO7deJ_iksCSiyVxFUuSs7rRi0p3ByKlA_7XkF7PPmYvAExP6njQVvlVyLhQUvIY0x0LeVq41hxSNbfn99BJ70Hv08N_7hNZS1LLX7-kA/s400/019.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465410636292925842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUuJwYYLI8ObN6l7IBZHw4pVwUQzzoE7pbrxh6Vb4wt5RgrPiKQ57t6s7sLQ5gbUxJYMP1YXQhHpQKypxX_C4HMP99dXopuVslaEGd_SsirfCFrAr0dclrs6QAwmbd2F99WHcel6rvNvS/s400/010.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465410628146337330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvxlaIbiM8IpxthWdHLhEWbJIxyMur2vPGUprhlBXFkmPQMum2bQ1A5IUI5ScewDAeSl8csulGqVlGhr3JFTYLidec0kMlxYIu2VybBfDZTaBH_idEDloAND-SrRyDeO4PRyNwEnARTGI/s400/005.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465409125607122674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJdEovumBtXnTj6t_O0Qr5uRN8z_5J49AeaB3eHTP1L-2geu0_CQkZCVMd0BoF0YZwI5GQrDvszITw5EeGQ5V7pUyt6Ur7Y4VXB7BJgvLWIvcRe_OuA0fEkWzcz8n4hyH9lNP7iH4Ftew/s400/034.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465409115415264306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmvN_EcaHykqCjBzki6Xw6TIbUx0KIIevk7y_XmFBSGRSADaACXyW7JRnzDD8GLKtEI-HpGmLSFXXZ8gnJD1egXdQ6vTmwT_pYxu4tjuCp9K5JCd53K057JGrfADXoBq2PmJyfD1D4p2o/s400/023.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465410649105646082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamoyhMdWnI0E22DTMhpkXPVGditXVwHT0pm8aFaZ0ZckJcvMp6S5z2V58ZP1tovy_e5kVUltTCiH5K6WcamCzOqA7P0B7Zn8InR0sVjmXxKmBDJ9E7OXUZqJ6ZIrg7-JINwtsmIFPj9Wc/s400/022.JPG" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-47950720285285045732009-05-14T22:46:00.000-07:002009-05-14T22:57:05.785-07:00Tommy on a two-wheelerFor Christmas last year my dad gave Tommy a 'running bike', which is a bike with no pedals and no training wheels and you just run a bit then lift up you legs and ride the bike. They are how Europeans teach their kids to ride bikes in stead of training wheels. They totally work! He was awesome on his running bike, and really loves it, then one of your neighbors gave us a two-wheeler bike with no training wheels, so we decided to let Tommy try it. He rode around our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">culdesac</span> on the very first try, all by himself! It was amazing. He is not yet 3 1/2 and he can ride his two-wheeler like a pro. The whole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">culdesace</span> has come out to cheer him on and talk about how cool it is that he can ride. The only problem is that he is still a little bit too small for his bike so we have to help him get on it, so I try to get him to ride non-stop as much as he can around and around the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">culdesac</span>.<br />This is Tommy telling me how many times he has ridden his bike around the culdesac so far.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6d2JwKflNoxNUcmqHgZblN24QYd1F1NwZwDXxOfHbal-K-q-czDjyDqP4mWmGyZWo7RKM3gRipP36M9XiSyVz94a27y3EhagT5KPKmzDt5NLzxDxCFRRcExo51ayO0G-7PFlc2DiMm02f/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335923618493869154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6d2JwKflNoxNUcmqHgZblN24QYd1F1NwZwDXxOfHbal-K-q-czDjyDqP4mWmGyZWo7RKM3gRipP36M9XiSyVz94a27y3EhagT5KPKmzDt5NLzxDxCFRRcExo51ayO0G-7PFlc2DiMm02f/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is Tommy's very first try.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiloIo96-6amw5AQxHM7m_Wfr134I0Z3073WK9y45LnxPRAIXco8A6OViPPJLvB1XJJMI9RjCB1cLa0iSv8bu-KO260VpJw4DCr2qaLqqpHEYYaxkMn6NbaIQJBbijDlI-fXhbZuErWCJLN/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335923613468346306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiloIo96-6amw5AQxHM7m_Wfr134I0Z3073WK9y45LnxPRAIXco8A6OViPPJLvB1XJJMI9RjCB1cLa0iSv8bu-KO260VpJw4DCr2qaLqqpHEYYaxkMn6NbaIQJBbijDlI-fXhbZuErWCJLN/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-90703848668238841762009-05-14T22:31:00.000-07:002009-05-14T22:46:07.374-07:00More mediocre talentsAs many of you may know I love to learn to do things, yet I have neither the natural talent or the patience to become really good at any of these things. For example: playing the piano, singing, dancing, crocheting, doing hair and make-up, sewing, cooking, baking...really the list could go on. And I am very excited to let you all know that I am adding to that list by learning how to knit, and also gardening! I was first inspired to learn how to knit when I read the book "The Friday Night Book Club" which is amazing and you should all read it - if you haven't already. So <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Candise</span> and I and a few other moms in my ward and some of my young women are learning to knit and my first project is a G<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">riffindor</span> scarf in honor of the new Harry Potter movie coming out - woo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hoo</span>! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdv4S_53IplBP1LHaFTzjKtIP1ZIO5hJ5_bEfJjaKjkeC1YiIj5SfVR-is1WREY_hCiJtOzmf85ATq_kPBPmebeOGMK7kmhnK87D201igB_0Hscvm2bAINxwW9FZXXL3PjHhWz1hPCgeBq/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335919973388408738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdv4S_53IplBP1LHaFTzjKtIP1ZIO5hJ5_bEfJjaKjkeC1YiIj5SfVR-is1WREY_hCiJtOzmf85ATq_kPBPmebeOGMK7kmhnK87D201igB_0Hscvm2bAINxwW9FZXXL3PjHhWz1hPCgeBq/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rSTT3XuqDn3kKfZHggXJBeoKUu3OQfjWuFnUsDK1TEOZJ6R8Z5AkfkQso7c2vWc80H14S3u03wUopBoYXWKpIPPgpHDl4T__hEOxsOgWE2pTt2B2zz27g8Q1cTrcdjuRdebY1PBaiNH8/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335919968532922818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rSTT3XuqDn3kKfZHggXJBeoKUu3OQfjWuFnUsDK1TEOZJ6R8Z5AkfkQso7c2vWc80H14S3u03wUopBoYXWKpIPPgpHDl4T__hEOxsOgWE2pTt2B2zz27g8Q1cTrcdjuRdebY1PBaiNH8/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /></a> I am also learning to garden - I am really proud of all my tulips and daffodils that I planted last fall and they all came up - this was a real miracle to me, because I have never made anything grow before. I am really pumped and might even plant a small vegetable garden. We'll see. But for now I am loving all the beautiful flowers that grow so easily in Vancouver weather. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNc-CBNWC4_xgTe6XgzCrlKw8bkVJfV-hGzXKdMxUgBDiF6MJXjYwndHBT79fIUPUVwELceq8Dqx9DKu4YtO0XNzNdnjrpR3gnFBYci4cIHobxFEn9RQGrbYCzT-MBCziBliDJcRBNLdu/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335919968276256322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNc-CBNWC4_xgTe6XgzCrlKw8bkVJfV-hGzXKdMxUgBDiF6MJXjYwndHBT79fIUPUVwELceq8Dqx9DKu4YtO0XNzNdnjrpR3gnFBYci4cIHobxFEn9RQGrbYCzT-MBCziBliDJcRBNLdu/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-21542917383008647492009-04-29T14:50:00.000-07:002009-04-29T15:23:00.785-07:00April in a nutshellApril was a busy month, I turned 23, again, at the beginning of the month, and had a good birthday, thank you to everyone who remembered. Jesse and I went to see a play that was weird and artistic, we feel very hip. Then there was Easter - which was nice, we had an Easter party with all the little kiddies around my boys age and their mommies. They searched for eggs in the backyard and then just played there for awhile, it was such a beautiful day for an outside party. I love Vancouver because spring actually means warm. I taught a class at our stake relief society women's conference, which consumed my thoughts for most of the month - I only took a break to read "the confessions of fit<a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Confession-of-Fitzwilliam-Darcy/dp/B0011UCOIY/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1241042117&sr=8-2"></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">zwilliam</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">darcy</span>" - which for all of you P&P fans out there, was amazing. The boys are loving being outside and I'm loving getting out of the house too...it's easier to ignore the laundry that way. Here are some pics from this month, sorry it's all just one big clump, I'll try better next time.<br /><br />Tommy reading some weird mag on the potty - honestly not a set-up.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330236847867187058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe2FTLISJC7j51lWA8O5vK0p_e2qmHmC8_cu6AnSMB6QrsqBBehVO1Mi8V1-eCNV4jUr7_RhvpUKgbNrEAUD__QodNCgw6mR0hfGIsLEicXqbAootlttqSh7rDLLbj_UZioeFAvTp_7JTk/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /><br />Sammy is getting so big, and he loves to eat, a nice break from picky Tommy.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330236854416331906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrmszz9CfH7bo8YXBSPTNOCuKowZvKL_aLjA1ADlY4BLjbRjebsizzN4hdR2Rt8MjFbw_OM26LdMgSSJrfBSZplyXsOf3UUiDdIpqcOozwVFuxXfHVCmkCrTTRMjPmyld1Yo2vYuTW_yzi/s400/017.JPG" border="0" />When I ask Tommy to smile for the camera he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">insists</span> on being weird - how long will this last?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330236857897918306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMdZhiFbfLN0oE5xgwwzdTacTzyl9IumgFx7UF_Nzndt3QFsx2q3mYDQGFoZ5wts45oKMOrOf8HtqaWaH-UkYAQQfS4z49ukU3nQ0VbVMhMT3KvXg-nppBfBQtThnp5W9hXWVP5WZDaQL/s400/052.JPG" border="0" />Sammy loves to ride his bike - and I promise I fixed his hair after awhile, but it's very hard to cut a 1-year-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">old's</span> hair!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330236864040036386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6fffSXL9wHC6BmPz3pFjOK-aEFM3X1hG2riQUDU4QSLAN3WmSzWTKm_qHT22zRqcdE2dzKERyI-LhsQMyhpyO_JQjfasI9PfZ05KYt8IcejiltvLy8aVFtoDFce48R9ZwURV0GuztaOA/s400/045.JPG" border="0" />Tommy with his head under at swim lessons, he was the only one in his class who would.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330236861599434770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dbmO4jmbob04zG1hjGcRHUPNnCquBu6fLWMwtjHEUhutentiaTXkvjANayltHgXdLrAxNlf8UlnOEWKiTmNPCIr92ylpk2g8Kd2pAJY5dnTr4xN7Sh9wFkSPSB0WqAeUgYv53_DuYr_B/s400/064.JPG" border="0" />The boys got cold so Daddy made them their own personal hot tubs.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330238051232517090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3bwBbu7CHOywXgUXYLuw1fRYxQnHrNM7XHHx2UeGplBzIqG80HISsMAf8aawig-CFCwJNiz0gtwxHF8nGAoPr5_IvHZjMu2La57NdYjXq_8p7xMgDE_RoYK8FhrPNCYq-Wzrix35mg5G/s400/083.JPG" border="0" />Playing at the park.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330238054792566898" 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/AVvXsEj_Xa8wOUBNHZal5nn-UcGoTSZm7U98aBejCIm1n830NsQUfQmfVnDj6wA8ZhGhr9GSPzqJ0e5jODzwiSojoutqkCkFWuMx3uZT98yBdjwRiQ0D-FrrB5752bgvK6aKDb9V80EGsNwbFjRI/s400/068.JPG" border="0" />No, we don't make him wear a helmet all day(<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">although</span> I've considered it), this is just a stop on a long bike ride.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330238059084677314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdCVkxc6Aamwob3LQb7a6eBCSWds9cRltOkfidXAmEEoA1EGxj1Qa6qE-r-3p2Ho1peHuM8W_RImYGOP7Wsv0phltNLVb3aI9JGwdvqpfX3dSm-ktwoOeg2iuEcSMj6vq3eEmfpR0vf7o/s400/065.JPG" border="0" />Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-15617882196453524022009-04-29T14:21:00.000-07:002009-05-01T18:30:23.330-07:00"New Moon" sets in VancouverFor those of you in the know, they are filming the second movie in the twilight saga here in vancouver, and I would be sad if I missed out on the opportunity to see some of the sets they are filming at. I am trying to avoid full-on stalking by only seeing the sets when they are not filming, and I have not yet hung around outside their hotel...although the thought has crossed my mind. It has taken some serious researching skills to discover the sets, mainly done by Candise, including, google-earth, twitter, fan-websites, youtube and a bunch of emails sent out pretending to be teenagers who write lol and :) all the time. Kudos to you Candise. But all of it has paid off and we have been to 3 of the sets.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>First, what is believe to be Sam's house (confirmed by a questionable source).</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330232608791544594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPc4ZgmaIEXBkaCbMY2mY3TTsApXS9bOL7xEDf_2ycf1J5nQO3zLECexqixttUURyvHS_dt-3XUqV7pmsv5hSQEblveZj-6ZHw4Y-X9E0aWA0rruh3AZCJ8T2oqAiHc6XT2A2FzpQ6UKT2/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Second, Jacob's house, where, althought filming was done there was still a big scary security guard who chased us away, it was all very exciting.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330232605475311250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVM7Yp9gBkYlRfrqHb2776olyeByMnLa2SSLMlMSJ1KNiqvga-eBCFQkhirYkc5n1L9xcxbUIWI0zZUHQ0ZtJ6WjM2KQ3gcWxfF4QJh6UOaEEFyQEcB1NfyEYWoMO_A-G_WDXikwg3loZD/s400/april+099.jpg" border="0" />and finally, we went to the site where they rebuilt Bella's house, but I don't have any sweet pics yet because there was a cop there who wouldn't let people pass because apparently they were filming. we did see the forks cop-car, and as you can see, a bunch of teenage girls who had been hanging out there waiting for their chance to see the stars for over 9 hours. We'll go back again in a couple days when filming should be done, to get some good pics of the house. this site is actually only about 15 minutes away from my place, so ya, whatevs, we're cool.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330232601686170450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ehuXgFYNYyO04ZHhAN6DCyKfgXqNI2m8vmjBnz90wlAfuWqrCV5_fqtkZR0DxERhlA4_Rot0L-84cXITMIUrhaKJX96p-XTAX3CwX38q9HXoDGDPQQGQ2lcNTzDWvBPhAjEziUl0U4T6/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br />We went back to the site today, because we heard they were done filming and it was great! we saw Bella's house up close, the security guard was super chill and just wouldn't let us go around the front or side of the house. Yes, that is the window that Edward comes in and that in this movie Jacob jumps out.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331031753055919090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTF-9B3yj6DN1C6YubqEtg0WwEi0MJWGN4mFLLnZd9TUyfpvgLeTfgXY8zTwrV3HkPAutXFZA7EptQUspHj2ykexsqhO-MKM324kr2z-VMySnol03Dc9edaSHNVcsI2nhuAtyv57rGY6c8/s400/002.JPG" border="0" />They also had all the cars parked there, this pic shows bella's truck, the forks cop car and alice's car, the bikes were there too, you just can't see them.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331031756341531042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2KOOpneYEA-HLzeCQBIC1p9r4EbnBTnWIUbD-BlGiSzrS5yFI1GFCxrJHI4yJIMGM4V4bMwo7qu9lv44MaMXKF18YThVumZjmnZTBn9Bt1XLV2J6_mLjWt3pMe0s36HjUF936o2oCTtnL/s400/011.JPG" border="0" />And my partner in spying - Candise, we had so much fun finding all the sets,now I feel like reading the books again.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331031748314029330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcQdf7aegPGiT8AVwYwMEmDmbHojrXgdcIb-pqz0qjdAU2G3BIUo5BW1cfykiOakcU10QAAaLeJ4bQNnTVlz7yQsNhwi9xe6Qs0Gtut61CtpK0VlHH-aF0jFWikcr64qEGGplXJhhUeW-n/s400/007.JPG" border="0" />Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-42555811842292475122009-03-29T19:49:00.000-07:002009-03-30T14:29:40.937-07:00A little chat with Tommy<p>The other day I noticed Tommy was in a particularly good mood so I got out the old video camera and did a candid interview with my little 3-year-old. What a funny kid - I don't know where he gets it from.<br /></p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dye143JhaZYNRI5hZzqKewfnDUaJArzjiGvnsZ-12HGOCJgdmYMpQ84HH3ToyzTvX37t_2WNpwEbaxw-9ToZw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-65274624473012527902009-03-25T12:18:00.000-07:002009-03-27T13:25:08.255-07:00Stalking the wrong set *UPDATE* MAY ACTUALLY BE ONE OF THE SETSCandise and I recently discovered what we thought was one of the sets for New Moon. As you may know they are currently filming New Moon here in Vancouver, so there it was a definate possability that this was in fact one of the sets. We thought it was Jacob Black's house, it is just a little shack in the middle of nowhere, and there is even a little work shack behind. We drove by it a MILLION times, trying to get pics or see people, unfortunatly we saw nobody, except a really big security guy who watched us drive by repeatedly.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpeOKJMNIjnld6zH3UNtDeAsVEw12tFygki86W1GAQZsQr4mcDNjRvIu0L_p9vkvRqtxLLFUy-1sKGDNK3xImtiYzd4r3mtWd0EaP_QQ-rH21L3zPgqSBh8HACM7PRkcDeAfq2smf6s8c/s1600-h/045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317208301350011410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpeOKJMNIjnld6zH3UNtDeAsVEw12tFygki86W1GAQZsQr4mcDNjRvIu0L_p9vkvRqtxLLFUy-1sKGDNK3xImtiYzd4r3mtWd0EaP_QQ-rH21L3zPgqSBh8HACM7PRkcDeAfq2smf6s8c/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is a close-up of the house, you can see some of the tarps and movie stuff around, the night before this they were definately filming something.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0VTumAU0IrrwDmAUf9psx9wuXupW2mOOnAV6UpX4vcf2iadvDl42K3NjqxOvhHq_RkT_2CkwyiIDgDMJKsItNB5ATF5zZRVqIVFu_215K3F1XN2wCCA_kxM536Rhn6u0JfX79GvckUBBS/s1600-h/043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317208296265629954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0VTumAU0IrrwDmAUf9psx9wuXupW2mOOnAV6UpX4vcf2iadvDl42K3NjqxOvhHq_RkT_2CkwyiIDgDMJKsItNB5ATF5zZRVqIVFu_215K3F1XN2wCCA_kxM536Rhn6u0JfX79GvckUBBS/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /></a> Unfortunately for us we later came upon these pictures of what is the actual set of the Black's house...somewhere in Vacouver.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaXqEdkGsJBhboSn8Kyj8TWmKEBTtu2bN-2HuQcpirJfjr9lLjd0go1eOP5rd8SlzFM8s0AXgorD4uJtA-WLQ9tTluv5J3Qw4-VTblluX7OwVbhFhkzrSbxnW_Hj-UQ2PnXqQyhSThRfHa/s1600-h/200903241341%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317208292777888194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaXqEdkGsJBhboSn8Kyj8TWmKEBTtu2bN-2HuQcpirJfjr9lLjd0go1eOP5rd8SlzFM8s0AXgorD4uJtA-WLQ9tTluv5J3Qw4-VTblluX7OwVbhFhkzrSbxnW_Hj-UQ2PnXqQyhSThRfHa/s400/200903241341%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> It is definately the right place because Bella's truck was spotted outside it with the two bikes in the back. owell, perhaps I'll happen upon the set still, it has to be here somewhere! If you want to see more pics of the filming, a good site is <a href="http://www.newmoonmovie.org/">http://www.newmoonmovie.org/</a><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4e5_rlWZBWfrVGNURGcJxRvbpe225TdnPjfxGEuPhoEwK-HjqnxBc1DlL3136T68A2GeoNfuivT00JkTcBDr8-VJQufA70xy2biDWm9KwteRQlw6Yoz_sYumquwvW_qpML-23q4bfv5Md/s1600-h/bella-truck-new-moon-set%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317208289926835106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4e5_rlWZBWfrVGNURGcJxRvbpe225TdnPjfxGEuPhoEwK-HjqnxBc1DlL3136T68A2GeoNfuivT00JkTcBDr8-VJQufA70xy2biDWm9KwteRQlw6Yoz_sYumquwvW_qpML-23q4bfv5Md/s400/bella-truck-new-moon-set%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-29140993201431229122009-03-16T22:14:00.001-07:002009-03-16T22:28:16.548-07:00Fiji-rific<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcnffGx8-F8Z1Xy-TPnrThZMQHvd4lFOE_8XF_g1246SEjGGM1Z8chpon-1RBokjcabnlYwcXcdXsvPWoijPi7j5Iq6KbZoZreUKuEMAwmCqFJM-9MVkV-DFPbD3QYAKD8__krmMFKVg7c/s1600-h/suva_lds_mormon_temple1%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314023817174027506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcnffGx8-F8Z1Xy-TPnrThZMQHvd4lFOE_8XF_g1246SEjGGM1Z8chpon-1RBokjcabnlYwcXcdXsvPWoijPi7j5Iq6KbZoZreUKuEMAwmCqFJM-9MVkV-DFPbD3QYAKD8__krmMFKVg7c/s400/suva_lds_mormon_temple1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My mom and dad left last thursday to serve in the Fiji temple for the next year and I miss them so much! As soon as she was gone I had a million questions for my mom about recipes and sewing and books and a million other stuff. I don't know what I am going to do without them. They called last night but the time difference is craziness! It was 11:30pm on sunday my time and 6:30pm on monday night in Fiji<a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/suva/gallery/images/suva_lds_mormon_temple1.jpg"></a>. So we are still trying to figure out when we can skype and I can finally ask my mom how to make a stinkin' button hole! </div><div>I miss you mom and dad! but I hope you have a wonderful time there!</div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-2965523614696830182009-03-11T09:16:00.000-07:002009-03-11T09:26:09.048-07:00A visit from the FitznersMy old roomie Jordana decided to come and visit me last weekend while her husband, Gibb, went to a dental conference out here. I was so excited to see her and her adorable little kids, Jayna and Kepler and we had so much fun! It was the perfect time for her to visit because she left Edmonton during a blizzard and came to Langley when it was bright and sunny. We went to the park twice the first day simply because we could. We played Rockband and went to girly movies and walked around the house in our jammies - she was the best kind of guest.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311965661275739538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOAqC7q9M03KNAaX38GLK3rM5EJks7_4P6IRWHWFW0c8Y_VHVUi69x4Y2AMsTVDUJyocClvaTnFbBonbkJZrgt2IbwmOMXOcb7ub2YkF5xg2DnlGEiTku3SHWMfoyTl111C1bOe5A3NOb/s400/075.JPG" border="0" />Tommy LOVED Kepler and was always giving him toys and hugs - I wish he was that nice to his own little brother.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqGv3JA_D9FcFEKc1X5W5IVkrNJ_A9g0IiCMQrGShRxqp8hGTveLyn11BtswRQXToRVsJxG8obvWRkjwUW3cBDRkRQQDQuFMWbn7YnxIgHxGtex-c3x5zGvrl_5mPeRoxUM8qEcUr4u2Yv/s1600-h/077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311965668402348850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqGv3JA_D9FcFEKc1X5W5IVkrNJ_A9g0IiCMQrGShRxqp8hGTveLyn11BtswRQXToRVsJxG8obvWRkjwUW3cBDRkRQQDQuFMWbn7YnxIgHxGtex-c3x5zGvrl_5mPeRoxUM8qEcUr4u2Yv/s400/077.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiUtKhknH00_bPG6B4i_-8X34sIZ1Dkzen7fhJL4I9KrEXj2ZrgFSVQ70bKXMcRJ7Y4HBCYmUjh4OZHyi4xNJzpePSefWmPX0LFBRzLv1wioD5S4bhm-WH7B0D-lQFyMANls1COLxwE7J/s1600-h/080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311965665566226226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiUtKhknH00_bPG6B4i_-8X34sIZ1Dkzen7fhJL4I9KrEXj2ZrgFSVQ70bKXMcRJ7Y4HBCYmUjh4OZHyi4xNJzpePSefWmPX0LFBRzLv1wioD5S4bhm-WH7B0D-lQFyMANls1COLxwE7J/s400/080.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-18679794442302257202009-03-10T22:49:00.001-07:002009-03-10T22:59:34.288-07:00I finally did itSo I have totally trimmed Sammy's hair before, to stop it from being super lop-sided and stuff, but this was the first time I finally gave him a full on hair cut. I know, he is 18 months, but I have been resisting because of his sweet and precious blonde curls, but as you can tell from the first picture, it was getting a bit out of control and he wasn't really looking super cute any more...PLUS this lady at the store called him a girl when he was wearing CAMO so I decided it was time. I buckled him in, put on a good movie and went to work.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311803533306776370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBkWv-m_38k5cgQe3riwwhss3ycw5pQt-XhGAnC7HGqlUuLHUj_sBDrMiuNATk_rzXR83-JLNoTN-oN3bXkwfFE1mR-LNX0J-w7uIYaWNrXtjXSu_tZLv6tKO0vTGnNPytlGP2Rg4mDHC/s400/001.JPG" border="0" />It's always so tempting to stop cutting halfway through and leave your kids with a sweet mullet.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDd_GMRxsjyufM3ubsZ81gijD0I8S6FCaEWwufemkSduo_qJBE0xTQdu_L5MNDWdE6dsi4icJVfVptWxjUfM-X7EN0mUNSIUSTuKo1lJrmBCTl1AXLhAXpRxPEUssUV26wPF_7hu3lw7fz/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311803541619823010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDd_GMRxsjyufM3ubsZ81gijD0I8S6FCaEWwufemkSduo_qJBE0xTQdu_L5MNDWdE6dsi4icJVfVptWxjUfM-X7EN0mUNSIUSTuKo1lJrmBCTl1AXLhAXpRxPEUssUV26wPF_7hu3lw7fz/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is the finished product, I guess he still looks super cute. And yes, he is eating a VERY hairy apple.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311803541935982850" 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/AVvXsEjUytoPptIhI8yz5HbHc-UQJngtqXjCiPHWQvoK172g88E6_IPHgxod45UhauWxxzjUhGOLpV8xbNSZBOpP9GqPkKsYeV_2KM03-GoM0xP5q8Wllju57MVCv08mZmRepJnCiV8fRhYR0R-u/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-22473367811677611712009-03-10T22:20:00.001-07:002009-03-10T22:47:33.454-07:00Visiting Nana and GrandpaWhen we heard my parents would be leaving for Fiji so soon, we decided we would go visit them one more time...and left 3 hours later. It's hard to be spontaneous once you have kids and jobs and no money, but we decided to pack up and leave because we might not find another time to see them before they were gone (see:<a href="http://susanandfranksexcellentadventure.blogspot.com/">http://susanandfranksexcellentadventure.blogspot.com/</a>). We drove through the night hoping the boys would sleep the whole time, yet, at 4 AM they both still had their eyes open. Sammy puked 3 times on the way there, but that was most likely due to his mild electricution earlier that day. We arrived at 5:30AM, tired, but happy to see Nana and Grandpa. Tommy loves them both so much! and Sammy likes pretty much everyone, so he was happy to get some attention too.<br />Tommy liked being able to "help" so much with all the baking my mom does.<br /><br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311797155707264850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHG1NSW3KMcpHfCCzGMEuiTdesOrSTjRr7k_Zu6VD2PXofiz-cz3EibRfB-vL9VDEUQUyRIaW0EMuT8i9xyj_a_F0vDzMhJEy0yRiwRfdDLLFKL68hTz_WYrEmANSs1hB_W7dRWfu5dav/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /> It's not that we are snow deprived in Vancouver, but still, this much snow is always exciting for a 3 year old boy, and Tommy was out in it as soon as he could be.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311796545510803794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghOPk1zW_AjNJHGsyWDf_KFWemvdysyLHa2jFXSAt0lGOxt7A0631gb8eLLZhZ8gqAyKoXxmFy2IYjKUuReJmZ5eyplo7Ca4ZN_0PqZY3YRV5qIWFNza2pfEIv3EZDTutKt-wdsLcVjOxG/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /> Sammy came outside because Tommy was, but I don't think he was as into as his older brother.<br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33p9AQj5AcssUoxaZNDp8cPx0pZw3V2NlVzbYaW46FmzpT-EvK6cGpGv80bnGbQs-kjZJhLMbKt0AMnlLw0N4pxtvvDXooKlc2aqc8ty_kSRmkkzFJSCkbI-CnJgBYNnoJ3LMVe8LSQO2/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311796547252816978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33p9AQj5AcssUoxaZNDp8cPx0pZw3V2NlVzbYaW46FmzpT-EvK6cGpGv80bnGbQs-kjZJhLMbKt0AMnlLw0N4pxtvvDXooKlc2aqc8ty_kSRmkkzFJSCkbI-CnJgBYNnoJ3LMVe8LSQO2/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /></a> If anyone thought the fact that all the streets were covered in 3 inch thick ice covered with snow would stop Tommy from showing Grandpa how good he was at riding the bike he got for christmas, they were sorely mistaken.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311798552279762098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp_UasbOJy8BbvKzPcrAQbk79WsQXDWrzEEJHfgIUfHHyaD13HfV-7Ce1w8G1uMa-CgbyVru4JYWHxAKVaqInqGNlW-xbHy9arOA5OmlIGThQaoGk70QG_u-rkEwjsOgwWW0QYqMAcsgVD/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /> We visited my mom at the office, and, simply to stop them from destroying everything we put them on top of the filing cabinet. When did Tommy become such a poser?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311796558732833538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jIsLApcJ0NoJWM7dKa-bS2QZnnpDrncD5ARfFL0lhLNAwSrBotfOU7AFrUBSifDEKwR5mmkx4rVCqFfH-LtZNVUNqQGROiUqBRwhRco8bN5chFqGTlmeDNpgqlbEIkp9DQOyuAqBbblj/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /> My dear sweet boys love to find "great hiding spots" wherever we go. It's awesome. I love it.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311797149955448754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkJf1HFIk5VeQlu_WLSOXjAhIx-_zb6RgGqRBXoSBVz8gJCarnhb5-lqmQQPwXMbnKtkwfwRymFiCeThz466nFT2VP5owcwzDvSkmKvHIh9g8BNYRehXbwvG9EpuXyS-u6tPt1lio3wab/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /> I don't know how Tommy gets away with climbing all over my dad during dinner, it definately would not have gone down this way when I was growing up.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAU9DAgLwhnFbxqD96vWdRnT4nATR1UmM42H51bKQjJtsjY-GyUQatMmCvzMIEYWZUBhN8BgNQQibDBuOyIFUwAAYEOhZVMBFvo5gt3ckqNEuYgABhZsTGTcUtq64uKou7Nm2Vq8A8it7O/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311796541334912162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAU9DAgLwhnFbxqD96vWdRnT4nATR1UmM42H51bKQjJtsjY-GyUQatMmCvzMIEYWZUBhN8BgNQQibDBuOyIFUwAAYEOhZVMBFvo5gt3ckqNEuYgABhZsTGTcUtq64uKou7Nm2Vq8A8it7O/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /></a> My mom tried to help Tommy on his quest to become a pirate when he grows up.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311797158027390674" 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/AVvXsEhKnMlemqgb1hjTsaQc8-Ej8UbMWfV97CSeePs12oYZQ8wdjlDIJR2giwaP_XdWwFUqbKezcMfcyZ8rERBqLPEBBOeUmIOL7ZW7ZAFZXBaWHCFD-jFhbiVDUvhvJ2j_CiBN7dRL6D6n7lbL/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /> I don't know why, but Sammy makes this face alot. I think he's happy.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311797161344307650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM2tz551oimmsIoRY2TBO9f-3jGeCUHklJeafvOoqTxSvSJ1gYLTk-a6DmlhcdL4Q-GoZenHdWhD55NVvjsWZVR6kWjrLH6hlQp33rPA75HMiv5V5iJn6BVzURHvvZTleX9lh1MNuZWAr5/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-58275983360584123422009-02-01T23:03:00.000-08:002009-02-01T23:39:23.041-08:00SYTYCDC the concert!Me and some of my girls went to the So You Think You Can Dance Canada concert when it came to Vancouver. Even my very bestie, Tams, came out from Calgary to visit and go to the concert too. We had so much fun, getting ready, riding public transit and screaming like teenage girls.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095092874336082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQy89jbiE5V5Aph-ZfbwKP3XZfOn4r9WNVsm4dO3nd2IAxsmIdnBXhwlsvJ0hVe1DngS8x5EUKDDRrLqWmbX8ttGm9Fe0qOULIs0GIqM6adZ8q19PnBvbIWCYlH90C95kYVcppli4_Kt0Y/s400/n701455636_5658189_3455%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />Candise came over early to get ready together...do you remember those days? I felt like I was 17 all over again. And yes, I am even hard-core when I get ready.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095091705003474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjesyQr_blyp7UKgQvhFo1JtAan2chSZDgfbeUTpWfqJAvTGEuCB9PjrLMtBmaak8hcpMELwCFFglHD0NUK-403kQmbeQgvGs-nWjFuaI3ScEsfi49Y2WBcmLl217P0XYrzengeVDmJiE4z/s400/n701455636_5658190_3682%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />Just before we left Jesse told Tommy that mommy was weird, whatever, what does he know?<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095091019366786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOdqLx25d33Uw11Ig2KXaCWLC9oH61Nd1OFt3bPuwHAVtdartqeUfS0pXj_vpfA9xae3M6uKZ20g1DWotbhFDElHCAxjndRTC3izglf76J15lYV-7crWonCWTHXfE0D90JPdx4tidFVUS/s400/n701455636_5658191_3909%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />Riding the sky train downtown. We decided to drive Candise's car to the station because it was the least likely to be stolen.<br /><br /><div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095094903957282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_mUQrR5-5hUkw0BHjf4N7kjvno5QTGRo-8-J3P9WygxUjfD81K0ZvLLkqvCYQ3lwalRN3zU2_am25n3o6AtKRzu3VRvSOVNSUzpep3WbNXriQ1BKh5XDziw3kbI1jqqQiZDi1CHJqLTGw/s400/n701455636_5658193_4383%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />This is us and our super great seats. If you look behind us you can see the suprising amount of middle aged men.<br /><div><br /><div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095462253812146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgku5-Px4BLnrOyRfPReKOmXJJvAEdS0SyAp0XkpHK4iBeI_V1s1cm7JKld1uGe9lbEyZqP1h7Wi8qg-i_fWRTXEZ5iPN4-nWZf77HR_6ds4M0542Nw8DH3-vmI9jR6YnPsgj8S5kXYob32/s400/n701455636_5658205_7359%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />Isaac and Allie doing a pretty sweet hip hop routine.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVl64IwuxXRCocmgkvNc61UzIICs-vMXDVn94r0wpqvdYSEWUG6YSS83owTbcPEUU_THq9PqcFabiJYnVUHF9iXgVFo06Y7VmiM4z_YUioIRkgFYWHdZu7YP4N1iXz0o6_A9hosGvpXNGI/s1600-h/n701455636_5658198_5592%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095463827175666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVl64IwuxXRCocmgkvNc61UzIICs-vMXDVn94r0wpqvdYSEWUG6YSS83owTbcPEUU_THq9PqcFabiJYnVUHF9iXgVFo06Y7VmiM4z_YUioIRkgFYWHdZu7YP4N1iXz0o6_A9hosGvpXNGI/s400/n701455636_5658198_5592%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> We are all very excited!...why you ask, well just scroll down.</div><div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095461664473874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpggPfYqy2hil_z241x8v_rp2DMOD6g614QTbdbt5EG3SH8NhylB0Ymxn-oOepe-iyGOJnNPOxY9LvG8vMzAxzn79SdoHrIIjCb7KCHu5OdblWnwcVafbHEll5KMV45MdLaspJDSVUWmp/s400/n701455636_5658207_9750%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />TWITCH!! Possibly the awesomest dancer from any season of SYTYCD, twitch, showed up at the concert during half time and it was definately a highlight. He sat just a bit in front of us, and I kept watching him to see what he thought of all the dances.<br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095461423298626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8d2AyLuZhAfHgxqs_SQuzwIHLlHXXKIAXzee8IMukzU61NIOnX5VQzPVLCS159iuWBVsryZgEzBGucAfhnk7MfA6mCawUXjW2s-qWRkV18tskrUQ-0Izkbo1mPS2MvvJWIbwQJEuEO_PV/s400/n701455636_5658202_6604%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />The dancers. The concert was so amazing.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095463812377714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDXmmchu-ajRkykunJ6slwrUL1Sa1HWBzrM61zAOvXD_D_ZJfhrOp0utT7x5HTyybD333RJeqZ99nyIhV0xmH18jycqyHUU_7LNrWU7anBSS2TqNiYwt-XM5aV16SLA9gEqLg2bS2fowo/s400/n701455636_5658203_6859%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-50218841256235356772009-02-01T22:35:00.000-08:002009-02-02T19:13:23.935-08:00Chinese New Years<div align="center">We have an annual Chinese New Years Party, not because we are Chinese, or follow their calendar at all, but it is a really good excuse to eat lots of chinese food and leave all the kids at home.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298085784242365442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQX9ay-3L9tqzMsZywmWJ4cYzTdO-4HfDtJOafaYktUWtdtO7w1t5o9SaYbJM9MSyVBQWrn86s1vEabYTIjQZoHASa3NHWzEGSiqfI9wLVhA7DARBVbdQSBAJxqNbHkCXmT4FTPgXqAX2T/s400/266.JPG" border="0" />Sammy was awake for the start of the party, I really only kept him up to show of his cute chinese PJs and hat. Tommy had his first big sleep-over with Grandma, it was wonderful.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298085787533410034" 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/AVvXsEiqxUJ1AGbOnRbFmXfUUumA5coYfgDP0WFs9PPBF8BlTLJoc8zZiXGX8yF08mTcyJzPpS7H2hc6glY0HR1t03EdUbPf3yoCidKft1C4onj2hFycg-YQXZ12-r2Sr0j0W1ydP3r9_Y2MWmEF/s400/269.JPG" border="0" />My chinese centerpiece</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhom3JyjrfT30rIfpGZZ0Avqmi7YMCp9MS3KK6rAJidaCMPhk1Lki8msuhC6kA7Fn2uNRFEF-TxrrzWK5RTCNWU4RLS965IbuXcsqRc-zwE_TQ91Inq0bbIic9wQ_d24My_mvbxi3VBmPO/s1600-h/276.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298086343404555362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhom3JyjrfT30rIfpGZZ0Avqmi7YMCp9MS3KK6rAJidaCMPhk1Lki8msuhC6kA7Fn2uNRFEF-TxrrzWK5RTCNWU4RLS965IbuXcsqRc-zwE_TQ91Inq0bbIic9wQ_d24My_mvbxi3VBmPO/s400/276.JPG" border="0" /></a> Candise and Vanessa, what a cute couple.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dqQoI-Zl-2vmfGXWVDac8v-VeUnPWVQsosnhqTtf9P9G9F2B6BIa0I80fm3UxrhFcX9tFFFnbTpnveTw9SEDChyZnOFcwP2ZZXnm2d8BAjfZArYq8slYxw6spszwl6dODcpojZ5GXZZw/s1600-h/275.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298086338355506626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dqQoI-Zl-2vmfGXWVDac8v-VeUnPWVQsosnhqTtf9P9G9F2B6BIa0I80fm3UxrhFcX9tFFFnbTpnveTw9SEDChyZnOFcwP2ZZXnm2d8BAjfZArYq8slYxw6spszwl6dODcpojZ5GXZZw/s400/275.JPG" border="0" /></a> We play a big "crazy rook" tournament. Jesse stayed at table #5 for most of the night. And no Josh, I was not trying to cheat by taking this picture.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGv0KRoMzyFRcbF64Wm72oT0r6xv-St5wF-OUfX1JN9kiFhiCjLmufLChRa4D9-LoQrlaETihd5Ib7GZYoMzEpQ0VcOXbBorRdWu0Jl03SJeG_otCYZjLzC7ydnDzFOu_8_1gMpUum095/s1600-h/274.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298086339514632018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGv0KRoMzyFRcbF64Wm72oT0r6xv-St5wF-OUfX1JN9kiFhiCjLmufLChRa4D9-LoQrlaETihd5Ib7GZYoMzEpQ0VcOXbBorRdWu0Jl03SJeG_otCYZjLzC7ydnDzFOu_8_1gMpUum095/s400/274.JPG" border="0" /></a> Some girls at the 'loser' table, it was in the playroom and you had to play on an ikea kids table and chairs.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6B7eUEhlCWJtDNQKfLtmLFe8NdS3Y7jjYm0mmYCd7J7C6waNlz1dcgg4wSbnSMU3eSk4LUT2tE-lLHZPjAjobXvkWY30uHG_w1sjB_IhTjEA1_gDlZiHlxtGyBzbS8sYRj4O5l_Lg1TFA/s1600-h/273.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298085799556415810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6B7eUEhlCWJtDNQKfLtmLFe8NdS3Y7jjYm0mmYCd7J7C6waNlz1dcgg4wSbnSMU3eSk4LUT2tE-lLHZPjAjobXvkWY30uHG_w1sjB_IhTjEA1_gDlZiHlxtGyBzbS8sYRj4O5l_Lg1TFA/s400/273.JPG" border="0" /></a> Some men at table four, this is my favorite picture, I'm not sure why, but the group of them make me laugh every time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298086342469704482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGPvjXNUGh4uSuxkHyFCx__KhnoGU0R-Twg3DmDOQFi4HPYuItfMqPLGqvijVjUSQACfsZV2b9zq063fsUdibu5SpMFKByGkyloDXpmfXkcoVk6jVAtYIvU2UwLOLuQixPuHA35YCBrr0/s400/277.JPG" border="0" />Ken and Barbie, I mean Mike and Steph...always ready for the perfect pose.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsQazhVaPI0vzQLPD3QwetJ8R1b_8U8MOOqyygwStEY66hVDY7lkfgMr2EsuTlkhRhMhB9gBsdoEExTgQxKjfPmwyjQzI3jTnBfBm7av0e3RHusDgnas_L06RSFpJ4JgZMInBsTBgDgYR/s1600-h/272.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298085796049735666" 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/AVvXsEjIsQazhVaPI0vzQLPD3QwetJ8R1b_8U8MOOqyygwStEY66hVDY7lkfgMr2EsuTlkhRhMhB9gBsdoEExTgQxKjfPmwyjQzI3jTnBfBm7av0e3RHusDgnas_L06RSFpJ4JgZMInBsTBgDgYR/s400/272.JPG" border="0" /></a> Some more of the players. I looks like the boys just got beat, and the girls are pretty happy about it.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhljnCQKiNrJ3CN8PwNdbGCG6O2vWAovU3-iKBNHA2l7VCQvoAuzMTKAGe-jm3em6PQKnn0YXDqg4adSO9rSksB6N8wwBx09-onHefu1Rr8PsAGpAZ2I5I1IOwotpi0b4GkOaYNFcEV2LGi/s1600-h/271.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298085795190999954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhljnCQKiNrJ3CN8PwNdbGCG6O2vWAovU3-iKBNHA2l7VCQvoAuzMTKAGe-jm3em6PQKnn0YXDqg4adSO9rSksB6N8wwBx09-onHefu1Rr8PsAGpAZ2I5I1IOwotpi0b4GkOaYNFcEV2LGi/s400/271.JPG" border="0" /></a>The winners table, I can tell because they got TWO bowls of treats.<br /></div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-7538202287057960862009-02-01T21:41:00.000-08:002009-02-01T22:35:11.128-08:00Winter Wonderland<div>Although I was raised in Alberta I have become a bit of a cold wimp since moving to Vancouver, so it was a big suprise to me and my boys when the snow just kept coming this winter. </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298078905221401634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8WomyOMKac8bUGz1nJAMbq9MlMv2zxVzLHMFSJMlsfZjbg1-zEx9bRlVhOgQNbnUlnrG01y1b3xeuSsXvOJtgMexlOz8n16wHRl09drgPzvOkp9xYjPrHBbD0uMIPEHmxNTNho4kSK0s/s400/018.JPG" border="0" />On Christmas Eve we all played out in the snow a bit, there was so much we had to shovel our way around. Lindsay was going to build a snow fort, but instead we made it into a giant slide.<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298072544855099090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpL1V4h1IwcsoOumPP9bLks0WBxrbaS4SHJ_SxAQxHgw5BL6GneSI3tMtJ5utr-NjFqAULwtgBIwj_KdlcJGHtfJ6t8hmBrxa9OZ8-Em3WyylOfp3RNymqN3MrWNs27L-pF7KKWWjZbdEv/s400/213.JPG" border="0" />Sammy was just like the kid from "Christmas Story", he just kept falling over in his snowsuit. It was adorable.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298072543523188178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQUAPF3KyVodCYGFzEDl5bpF96B-cvmgzShfyVJ0n8gNVYbAqXTfp-xhW9-s1Wm57nXeBYF9ZY4npI_pONB1w_w8XaA8XMFoih4aia7WeLfuFhTAORv98jqxL1RhniCIGKgjUA_OGcTsQ/s400/216.JPG" border="0" />But once he got outside it was all worth it.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298072551707196386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4PYjIoY7mGQrVrTWZLDYHQy8PWrYQfd6vU8t8v_XKJALwG9F2X58nvtTueWbT1yBbwILtzXMf7H4ZejbbNfk0uxwkOkRMTtFnRg1W-GuJDgXl5_sLqbp5rTpaMWDLdBVCgW16zFohREG/s400/222.JPG" border="0" />Tommy admiring the petite snowman we built. The snow was so hard to roll!...it had been rained on a couple of times and was pretty icy.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298074791220331426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuL4Sn93rJim22KO3qzvphpOYpdUOdDNCawngntMDvBpIBK-ynjA8Zs_RBI7OxQtU4TRT5SRqdg0vBvTF1N-mqUKhfMRy2aTQrQ9YTsSjFGUX0OAHUUOVRg4ucL1RAkcZWyo3_5vx1Dzt6/s400/306.JPG" border="0" />Sammy wasn't a fan of the mittens while Tommy was a big fan of giant ice chunks.</div><div> </div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298072549632389442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTl1gd-I9cZhq4EKEPY1ZypfKnlFMaKCPidAOsdCJvz9_Tg34i7EKc9ply7769bE48QZFM8BQVJcWDRgjOaBKfIR79HmNi3Doo5J_gPZPyasM5uOY2kdF64FedCJj4mnpolbSOIs0szlrJ/s400/220.JPG" border="0" /> He told me he was "looking for something" </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298074789697246034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWHhqhXI2Osda0Jz9Dxmx7yPTZ9R5Uce_QzU7tqTlDch5qe5pBy4sHjCJ3pcZhUi-75yWWayq9w3IVATi0kDcjroNwW87e5EtNplu588Stz6wwIwQekSGngqxWyg4l8TnjgXB5qiTWMty7/s400/302.JPG" border="0" />He might look innocent enough but turn around for one second and he'll throw that ice chunk at your back.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298073743229263762" 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/AVvXsEhBjDXxJocSDAJMldfZLNXTPSrA-yhaTk7tmP-OMBB0ukhwX-US3LUCaAg3QKAR0GpIObKN5MOk8sDADQs7TnNdWq0rr5nong018MLexOjxhfVcd4JEbwWmPODDY-LAB1fwLi32w6h1Jgpx/s400/227.JPG" border="0" />Tommy loved the snow and kept going out in the backyard with literally only his boots on.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298073743642561842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHEgrynjEHMh2u2wM8K3DEeLz5CJoYn1hRaDGLvKPL0mHJ6Nu8ld6w9XzqCPe3ehh9Qc1bx8Gil58VnwSGrveBDkj_5AIFUwm90KnLj1VuithPWXQ9GpTmi-Fzj5Zu1Rmh9v5X_txJIK0r/s400/230.JPG" border="0" /> I told him he had to dress warmer, this was his solution.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298073747661407954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirykHN7KCEI8woB4VK-5mmyxshuxEkGcNSUtengfAHGVnoa8ZYCRyYwtrp-E7Z1GpWNwZuWnckKPa1MDL4-razG-__mZvCqhKbREe77RcBcMKYu6iuGowbIrIswuHOB7GuqyDtbA3zHEU1/s400/234.JPG" border="0" />We found the perfect tobogganing hill, Grandma and Grandpa's road, clearly there weren't many cars coming and going - look how much snow we had.</p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298074781553028946" 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/AVvXsEgdmCk-PY2WPXBwTDLj92CI7XtDpOtEycbJjKTJfb5fImzx2Lq3_BGbAqC_IKZ5dhmfhvhe2uz3QO1dNQKZEA5wOhnARU4oHtoOl4s-tVQ9nBXckmN3QYki3aM66SOTofdcI4EMFkTlVGYA/s400/236.JPG" border="0" />Sammy warmed up to the snow eventually. He wouldn't hold onto the sled so that he kept tipping over.</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298073746045533906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcDN0aKe_fKn-PCkhq5VNhrMnGkmI1P31up75nK7PGU3C7YMmLI1CnfcdRnVybCmB5JkTdqCZHGax-6J5rIdsAAyU0Z9b1pIw8ZBD_jOrYXHVr3DUWPM_Eattqd73-HpVCQTD7VIMAXNc/s400/231.JPG" border="0" />We also made a slide for the kiddies down Granpa's lawn.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298078442393271554" 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/AVvXsEjIB0pld1IZGkaHev-r5wfmEfI8p4GMMNNNEz1jc0xirPJKLQJFX2gE4BMGSxQCQW9YesvxB5Pr0OEjdfQLyKYnOc9srFJ17j-vXc9SnEYiyLeF_8L6Nq-1GDwgcmxfYbCsILqH6Cm1pSRp/s400/241.JPG" border="0" />Tommy on top of the mountain formed when we shoveled our sidewalk. I thought I lived in Vancouver?! </div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-41701357391513957782009-01-24T19:40:00.000-08:002009-01-24T19:43:35.569-08:00Is Tommy Potty Trained?I am afraid to utter the words out loud, afraid that I might somehow curse the blessed event. But Tommy has not had an accident for a week, NOT ONE! and he slept thru the night last night without a diaper. I am so excited, he pees in the potty at home, at church, at grandmas, at Candise's, at stores...could this be the real thing. I'm pretty sure he only decided to be potty trained because after 7 long months I finally bought a potty-training book, it arrived on Monday. Of course.Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-752136009980295442008-11-13T21:53:00.000-08:002008-11-13T22:27:03.332-08:00At the park<div><br /><br /><br /></div><p>Sammy loves the swings, he was born a thrill-seeker, and has always loved been thrown up or going down slides. It is nice when he is in the swing because I can leave him there while I give Tommy pushes or rescue him from the top of the playground.</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzbfJUTMW__HxT9ckHRphJ1U9xxm6noPFAnDOpheJ4qhBrIN0gnM5AQy90AZyYlO59uhJ3rMphEzrdxIcJIoA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div><br />Tommy has been able to climb up and over the park's climbing wall ever since he could reach the first handhold</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268394687366024290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozdqUllqo188g42iSDojZZP4Yh155pckBjAvQn9C3_xd0d56vr5RCzhRv3fH8Fc-Wt9ocG3eBVJuYaf9nM3j3xGDOW6s0Uo6LFy8-4MH14zg3sGkvM6aEbTJqbKQ-evIKS70hp_f5N8yJ/s400/Halloween08+036.jpg" border="0" />He has so much upper body strength! I need to put him in gymnastics or swimming or something to harness the power.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268394682866474930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzKeKU2NKbrP8aVAJ8sDxeHCHaHOJbxPrTXU7CBDfjtepDABN87ukElpAwBY1RAGZC5klNsqSDF87kAC9yR_WwnJWgs0_UDmty9k2cSpriR69p0pYJRmsu4Vm1ueaLb_zPhyEVEIOmsHzU/s400/Halloween08+029.jpg" border="0" />If I look away for a minute he has climbed up something, he can always get up, but usually needs help getting down<br /><p></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268394695081182642" 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/AVvXsEj6_nOdNPBi8xSesD_cMu4Aucnb41rHFKJxohOnV-SXTJlrODXGLzY3G6GVsG6mST8WprF4jcGaneDQJ2Zi-PMspowexEbQDmbVQb-NotoLWME-6vwt8RkIOVqp64DyXOsmnO5JQZYqD11a/s400/Halloween08+028.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p></p>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-42956960170305182902008-06-13T09:20:00.001-07:002008-06-13T10:30:17.744-07:00So we totally think we can dance<div align="center">Some of 'my girls' and I get together to watch 'So You Think You Can Dance' at Candise's house. She tapes Wednesday's episode and then we watch it on Thursday night while she tapes the result show. It ends up being a really long night, but we have so much fun! As you can see we are all wanna-be b-girls, so last night Nikki taught us a sweet stall to add to our repetoir.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211403556593074338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB7vVZESxaGZbQKHrW_Bo5XuGCBY1iESA00mUD6_KWLQMMc0XTt5eXbLdBHS4YgTjeSGeoxmMwimJMvu8rCh2Vn3gRZPsZJWNdtpcktG9704_JeGfMmwnDTcR4eQoTYUdBmctZJYuJr4j3/s400/June2008+022.jpg" border="0" /> Ya, this is the stall. If anyone who sees this wants me to be in thier 'crew' I could probs fit it into my sched.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211403569412193714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWl2NC4C7_vSf4OBGFF_8qvMP0MptXTjgy9pQCN-czUvpuUnyomMRqXovo5xVsz4YnVbkwM8d2sg0NpWmD0Vvb25-qil5xgZXmiypDPYIGKj1Q6CmExq-bfVWqyBRO4gaO4BpLpL8VGjo/s400/June2008+030.jpg" border="0" />This is Nikki and I in our sychronized stall.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4MG2E6MsvK61Qp3SLTNQgJA2A0ch1flYqLLAmMqHEyYNGTraTGQ9hh-QUXQBM62WZxO2epTnuJPwJLGkVKQGG9wGZO6TpXtbd599fULl9zUNeAk0W76Ozpd9GUA3sdg6Nh6DTnQUU75yf/s1600-h/June2008+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211403561521942098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4MG2E6MsvK61Qp3SLTNQgJA2A0ch1flYqLLAmMqHEyYNGTraTGQ9hh-QUXQBM62WZxO2epTnuJPwJLGkVKQGG9wGZO6TpXtbd599fULl9zUNeAk0W76Ozpd9GUA3sdg6Nh6DTnQUU75yf/s400/June2008+026.jpg" border="0" /></a> Candise added her skills in helicopter spins to our breakin sesh.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211403503891613266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ01W3xY97klLnyXensdZS_6t_Cmd9nOH8dDxTdgcvQbbaZQDgpZti1K6vWq0mflW-ymyDKyytRrwz1SiPnFEULxmHTlulK4H_hZl7jjUmmrXBrAErmVs2YxMc5Qk1vJS4ICYduoE19a6A/s400/June2008+019.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />This was us later that night chillin' on our block.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211419573073974930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKYMOJCcK1RkUJlx-NBGg-KsH3QxnciFd5h8A2BP5a8GM3pzz-BFNskjLEFlyPGe1GY_TihyphenhyphenT27BUR9UZj9rYsnTYwOl4Uan51-WgoGvezt3XEqgduOhyphenhyphenic3upVHkfaW8st0NEfad4EELe/s400/bgirls2.jpg" border="0" />Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-87117492795217717372008-06-07T10:20:00.000-07:002008-06-08T15:26:14.911-07:00Best FriendsWe try to brainwash Tommy and Sammy into thinking they are best friends by saying it all the time. In reality they do have a lot of fun together, it just gets pretty rough sometimes, with a fair amount of crying (from both boys - Sammy scares Tommy) and whenever it is time to go somewhere Tommy suggests we leave Sammy at home. We'll see, hopefully if we keep telling them enough that they are best friends it'll catch on.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192939612825250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijhODni6sZ8wdBRSVc9avM-EEZLlXd4-qD4JEmUU8gknWVqdi7MjtaabV0En8q1oCIenFh7FcvaZ8Tv5-3pA4CIHi1L1dmAhoFAVrsaWM95lwBu6hC222zcLERC-ewwgsj-T9E_6vAgYtH/s400/May2008+093.jpg" border="0" />I didn't think I would want to dress them matchy-matchy, but I can't get enough of it!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192955319739778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeI1lHbJ9sZctVz0oZCy3X8ZL-rEVlzEhT15hfUcPcHxOxbZWwyl-APgoZf2gGoKwfHrlhimiq6UQ-ES8eF5Sp6UrFX0F7CzNq7vrzAD-FdiYZLFRlVvljfslapPlSVI5Ajo88mvFon9qT/s400/April2008+018.jpg" border="0" />Now that Sammy started crawling around Tommy thinks it is an invitation to go on a horsie ride. Sammy is a pretty good sport about it all, he just likes any time Tommy plays with him.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192959270168178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSVse65o5nQJk-M3Z6iNYChm34Urp3QK92b4UM47C-8inweBFy3AEu4TX8jF-rKmKD4xx_lYKB9AXBBWAhQfVRsCEaY4vOrhyphenhyphenDG_5kbZxo4n2cemBVHaQPby7YkRSt3xQBifo8FfTNHANe/s400/April2008+029.jpg" border="0" />Sometimes Tommy squeezes a bit too tight.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192969188207138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCpd2ec5Z5OL0iE32Vvel2U6ql0rAU_jELQ-gdTnbZ0Ok56p4XvuT9fUB8s5x8BMflyo4fkgfGRfumSNB853QFeN5YplR4B9f-rJtIQwOmiYxarpyznco1BzUjFWlT8W5-GfuhSkIkps3/s400/April2008+061.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192971603337394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgD_R7BfzBsNu9FPsEhQoGDTc31F_WrBP1XNhJX3OsunECc-Yen45tj06NtvY7ZjHLh4slTGSpLlx-HHZFV1C0Td-rzl059jIN42bU_JtkcjU_SoMGPnyCdI9HHUoUeOUeS_PjmICFpox7/s400/March2008+061.jpg" border="0" />Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-30206482108264591702008-06-07T09:58:00.000-07:002008-06-08T15:18:12.089-07:00A touch of TommyTommy is 2 1/2 and I can't believe how fast he is growing up. He speaks really well, so he can tell me exactly what he is thinking, which is often pretty funny. Yesterday in the car he said "I feel sick, I'm gonna frow up" - it turned out it was just a ploy to get me to take him to Old McDonalds (what he calls the restaurant). How can you resist when he is so smart about it?He also has a hilarious sense of humor and makes kids jokes about mommy being a goat and stuff -I think it is pretty funny. Here are some pics of him doing whatever he felt like doing at the time.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpDaUdoZ6OD0UyZxLeuPnPkk3z0WegkvbveE2dEEf9Jh2t4pGqNLquceb4TxZozK6OrD5sXjjrUYg-QTN2hyphenhyphenS5eGTCbYyq5QLQpxv0CuXpsUR0H8LwaHw1G8eNx4gtjpYo5zffOzZZ5Ni/s1600-h/May2008+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188042467134562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpDaUdoZ6OD0UyZxLeuPnPkk3z0WegkvbveE2dEEf9Jh2t4pGqNLquceb4TxZozK6OrD5sXjjrUYg-QTN2hyphenhyphenS5eGTCbYyq5QLQpxv0CuXpsUR0H8LwaHw1G8eNx4gtjpYo5zffOzZZ5Ni/s400/May2008+018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54ZjSte9syfyWAQMkssgtl2AdqMLU2tV06ZFM721sDbBb9ttXjGsvjh493La8CTvAs0mfnte-aDOmhYNcveHgtENFXu6h6n57TzyFNmtOkEnIQU0VDzvXehFD8Lmxumkds3Qlg63WpHvx/s1600-h/May2008+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188053655862274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54ZjSte9syfyWAQMkssgtl2AdqMLU2tV06ZFM721sDbBb9ttXjGsvjh493La8CTvAs0mfnte-aDOmhYNcveHgtENFXu6h6n57TzyFNmtOkEnIQU0VDzvXehFD8Lmxumkds3Qlg63WpHvx/s400/May2008+038.jpg" border="0" /></a> He slept in his car seat like this for almost 2 hours. They are so cute when the are sleeping.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT0B1gq0J_pgsNj_Iy8sUJAL4x_l1DqQpqEzSULdsuX36WLyg0tD-hD6RkouQVWWa4rGyqPkRwmqw_W_T2UUcxje35jj4Jfowyp7DTUpHUDMr42SvhCQoDrqn_wW8jrQJsGvrF0Z0Bp1i0/s1600-h/May2008+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188064171962546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT0B1gq0J_pgsNj_Iy8sUJAL4x_l1DqQpqEzSULdsuX36WLyg0tD-hD6RkouQVWWa4rGyqPkRwmqw_W_T2UUcxje35jj4Jfowyp7DTUpHUDMr42SvhCQoDrqn_wW8jrQJsGvrF0Z0Bp1i0/s400/May2008+040.jpg" border="0" /></a> No, it wasn't raining, and actually we weren't even going outside, he just wanted to wear it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57TZke_VfaDtsMQJ1UI9ExIKNUIF3NgVTVCTBj7v37lpR7xApnmuTfHRGqDzsdhPYvBw2hrl4ftWXTGD9Otvc1uCWeHmWanlzGAlJouYXoH_j7PnCyBHirhSR81cB7FU9TXFm-ppL83LC/s1600-h/May2008+069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188072548430450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57TZke_VfaDtsMQJ1UI9ExIKNUIF3NgVTVCTBj7v37lpR7xApnmuTfHRGqDzsdhPYvBw2hrl4ftWXTGD9Otvc1uCWeHmWanlzGAlJouYXoH_j7PnCyBHirhSR81cB7FU9TXFm-ppL83LC/s400/May2008+069.jpg" border="0" /></a> There was a crusty old chocolate on the floor and Tommy found it and was about to eat it when I said "don't eat that, it looks like poop!" So then, he took off his pants and undies and clenched the chocolate between his cheeks yelling "it's poop!" I told you this kid was funny.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gPhh3OokiDByNA1Q5oobARub1C01rIOBKmydAHE-NRuYaVQKbdI5Si8KV-PvA5dh_xUWopEtnI1TXxxCODisMSIFBD1eqFOyN6A1zGzcp1au76tRACQNkAhPGmZqSqXV1jno1_QMHFFC/s1600-h/May2008+094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188085289599554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gPhh3OokiDByNA1Q5oobARub1C01rIOBKmydAHE-NRuYaVQKbdI5Si8KV-PvA5dh_xUWopEtnI1TXxxCODisMSIFBD1eqFOyN6A1zGzcp1au76tRACQNkAhPGmZqSqXV1jno1_QMHFFC/s400/May2008+094.jpg" border="0" /></a> I found him like this - blanket and all - at about 5:00 pm, apparently it was a rough day.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3gw9T8PJYLsh0DLEFyrySOZFzeyccSBIx9jRrTcBjwuBpTi3z08nofJfJsQNadxeQz3VnjjZbsxx9HZrL78T2lzyht7_oDU-eR9L-89sAlDtEl2aLhgdD6k_2Pzk1JR_RS72LuX2nLXIM/s1600-h/April2008+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209186641036615202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3gw9T8PJYLsh0DLEFyrySOZFzeyccSBIx9jRrTcBjwuBpTi3z08nofJfJsQNadxeQz3VnjjZbsxx9HZrL78T2lzyht7_oDU-eR9L-89sAlDtEl2aLhgdD6k_2Pzk1JR_RS72LuX2nLXIM/s400/April2008+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06GqxoJKrTJ1bxygY4q4mVN9egU_4rSnjHS6Gf7L7MOUl4AkNeuB9MMxXPmZUnxcKXTLZ6Jzn4-C-ciXxs9hnn0Lms7Wt9xRlXcKYQpfSNqj1BjE7Lpm6ayTQFxoJpK5kjjdSVz5pV8hP/s1600-h/April2008+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209186643457900690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06GqxoJKrTJ1bxygY4q4mVN9egU_4rSnjHS6Gf7L7MOUl4AkNeuB9MMxXPmZUnxcKXTLZ6Jzn4-C-ciXxs9hnn0Lms7Wt9xRlXcKYQpfSNqj1BjE7Lpm6ayTQFxoJpK5kjjdSVz5pV8hP/s400/April2008+030.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mr. diaper head<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLlLRbqc4_VW51MFC9TCXdsJ29ZuT4tus1VO2_7WPeGyg7kmj04sjk3B3FovlLOHiHDwO0obJ94Flzvj9eLekLLxYO1qcOcM1tM_wIZq0e62A-2PaTv7MSfYH1HV3CdnODVGt1WMP-qqV-/s1600-h/April2008+057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209186649362170370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLlLRbqc4_VW51MFC9TCXdsJ29ZuT4tus1VO2_7WPeGyg7kmj04sjk3B3FovlLOHiHDwO0obJ94Flzvj9eLekLLxYO1qcOcM1tM_wIZq0e62A-2PaTv7MSfYH1HV3CdnODVGt1WMP-qqV-/s400/April2008+057.jpg" border="0" /></a> Reading books with Moses Smith. It was about the only time they were together where they appeared to like eachother - but as soon as they were apart he couldn't stop talking about his friend Moses.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbEBH-TLGG8OfMCQj69iP0xQAajdF6NwE-iQHtdTcAKIBjPEh3cPWT1h6M0EGk9QVOZkk-0AmoO1FsWdHM4mIZEcjNfxNxR4FkWKiDOo6dwQTSZfBTf_U3CcOjgtSrHrIhKSAkkjj6lkEs/s1600-h/Leavitts[2].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209186653079955714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbEBH-TLGG8OfMCQj69iP0xQAajdF6NwE-iQHtdTcAKIBjPEh3cPWT1h6M0EGk9QVOZkk-0AmoO1FsWdHM4mIZEcjNfxNxR4FkWKiDOo6dwQTSZfBTf_U3CcOjgtSrHrIhKSAkkjj6lkEs/s400/Leavitts%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-63326028546435248302008-06-07T09:36:00.000-07:002008-06-08T15:19:40.704-07:00Sammy these days<div align="center">Sammy is 9 1/2 months old and can stand all by himself. It is really cute - when he lets go of things he puts his hands up in the air like he is riding a roller coaster with "no hands!" He is still super smiley and happy and chubby and everyone that meets him loves him instantly. He is a bit more of mommy's boy than Tommy was, which I love! - it's nice to know he likes me.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209182130515888002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDEVheIpz9uvP20RKxrIiZ6iQ-koBi6dy1C421EqTLzSy3gxgmhcWhTIzjCykVY1DWFn1zs4A1bO_7YKgUp1V5vPaHCv7MrA7iL0uaD7rP-xgOa8OoAEAtA7pBGuLSOW1R3jbNmVU3bBSi/s400/n637542465_757803_5388%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />This is him standing all by himself!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209181369190056258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEEg1CuD0KHpsJpP_attXtmEaSUEgrTFEE87BdR_Whyphenhyphen4_FQ5Ub8vZcvZ395fzXIdadU-i6jfQOPZLhQSZ8-wdcdtI2Dc-CaV-vTibQkU9YjdqHsXf_KoWBrCA2b1qiSEOFCqiKVclY2fKO/s400/May2008+099.jpg" border="0" />Such a giggler. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209181381683363458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoqCL17Nt5VcCpFa59RbUN8gk-e_o9kgGhMlkjzzPTxJ0VIwoSC-1sa6s_73xvMtsfpLYdHVkBgsHfvQ-WwdTDCs2xAF0PUuVjVlYlzdVdoRU9Xp1HKwN44_vmCu2T2drnNE57sBGU7iD/s400/May2008+073.jpg" border="0" />This was at Cohen Rhulman's birthday, Tommy hated wearing his hat so Sam got to wear it the whole time.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209181388371768770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgedPLk9D_VeDIHcyJiEZQ07dSJmDZKT5YrZTLopycwLDta2xqPnnR3LnZzHp6nPFcHvwx314efnuB_C5iL8yvHgZ008GjT8DcTOL_Eq8jjZDrmhN_IVp6tMMQF0IVETMCrQfAfuAZ2amip/s400/April2008+003.jpg" border="0" />If he is ever sad we just let him grab onto daddy's hair and it makes it all better.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209181397368650658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJH43O2Kk2XeiVzB2Kd9KHD2fxqc8vZzO9rcbAQNOwW0JCdkKwnQRgd4aZcQ-0w5saqdd-2gfDXn_3l_GikVJSizSDYOahiEYBE-8TcBmJF2HV4UcXycNUL86jd0NWEW6a5KxeJuZLlmX/s400/April2008+022.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209181401095492834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzku2JzK3Q1lsWICTVDEE3z2UJBGo23e6tDQGNdxFDPLJwjVYty4o7PZvY0fyQ-q15odjOZw4MPWGDhajk-IC6_frHrdN4zPxO8sTc3mr-Nng3_4P9-C_fMeXX2WPFkRA5ldfi5ijhsPbY/s400/April2008+027.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div>Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-3744096327117419902008-06-07T09:17:00.000-07:002008-06-08T15:21:00.296-07:00At the parkNow that it is a little warmer we go to a park as often as possible. There is a little park just across the street from us where you find us most days, and some days we venture out a bit. On this particular day we met up with Candise and her girls Jordan and Hayley. I realize that it might still look pretty cold in these pics, but at least it isn't raining!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209176979037312658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhmJtnnJKVipr8HyPOowzWGfiR6ASx4gu9k-t_1C42DbSI1FgjK1jCIZn20EsdlLbXau_9jBegmtSUUFMxRWqRrrBkbKulYNG5X5xar02-Q6Z243cn4ubCY6sLIyo6k5uZgStduECEcGU/s400/May2008+059.jpg" border="0" /><br />Sammy was a bit sick this day, so we bundled him up good, and he was a pretty good sport about it all.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209177822963087058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl625xN6EuTl5faeHLDxJ8VOMuQyanN1iOqD_rJAfRCDQE09XN2XIoORVAWuP7vTbmb2GVNGvXmZTs8rgxTFamzIY0rlOY5-olc4mjIWKOsc9XrD_-f6sD3mif2EvyKfNrjJsQN1kEwNXw/s400/May2008+060.jpg" border="0" />This was the extremely high slide with very little railings. Dangerous? perhaps, but I'm not the kind of mom who stops her kid from having fun just because they could be seriously injured.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209176989281624274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPZn-lQLkQO8kLxw109H9UHDF3XUh3FK0_MLinYNc4HaHDuFqD4zSyxKc41k2kBbWkIkAz6yREZITjs1qFwNwngBKtuS25xb3O_do6b4zQk7Dpklv4wnIRYbyjbYeoMVmkJccwxGabKc8o/s400/May2008+061.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209177005006419730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqcQw9qaLFhqt3ruFNx1QQDuBtvBjJ2x9tRlNP4KtiOTf0Qtd-V4eNAOatt79Vx6hFVPsTO4RikIZr34xBDH953Go3jk1YD0Cp77yDA4silhJTpn1aOx98IEfGOS2luT556JS7m2BiHYV3/s400/May2008+064.jpg" border="0" />Emily&Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752noreply@blogger.com1