tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11119310927494651262024-03-13T10:18:52.049-07:005 Oil Lovers5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-49451213206119293162008-10-05T12:19:00.000-07:002008-10-05T13:17:14.913-07:00A 1st Birthday<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkYc-8jn8I/AAAAAAAAASs/i4VZufNRfyg/s1600-h/IMG_7701.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253757326516789186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkYc-8jn8I/AAAAAAAAASs/i4VZufNRfyg/s320/IMG_7701.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkYdIhVuxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eIK8FYmq0YI/s1600-h/IMG_7709.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253757329086987026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkYdIhVuxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eIK8FYmq0YI/s320/IMG_7709.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkXy2byv9I/AAAAAAAAASE/14W4byDf4l8/s1600-h/IMG_7610.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253756602677379026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkXy2byv9I/AAAAAAAAASE/14W4byDf4l8/s320/IMG_7610.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkXzTK2YRI/AAAAAAAAASM/ENyW1E6KZiQ/s1600-h/IMG_7608.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253756610390941970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkXzTK2YRI/AAAAAAAAASM/ENyW1E6KZiQ/s320/IMG_7608.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkXzjd-zNI/AAAAAAAAASU/Drux_y4lUkw/s1600-h/IMG_7628.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253756614766152914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkXzjd-zNI/AAAAAAAAASU/Drux_y4lUkw/s320/IMG_7628.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkX0Ff4ySI/AAAAAAAAASc/YALZ0aiyhO4/s1600-h/IMG_7669.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253756623900952866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkX0Ff4ySI/AAAAAAAAASc/YALZ0aiyhO4/s320/IMG_7669.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Birthday parties are always great, but the first birthday is such a sepcial time. This is the first time Ewan had sugar of any kind (that I know about!) and, in case you can't tell, the first time he's seen birthday candles! Uncle Byrne built Ewan's Tonka truck walk-along toy. I made a torte layer cake that looked beautiful for about 2 minutes! There is a picture of my mom and dad, my cousins Halee and Carly and my "big" Grandma that sums up all of our family gatherings. Everybody is laughing so hard, you can't hear yourself think. Ewan in the b.at-h tub might be the best photo of the day.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkX0WbGTDI/AAAAAAAAASk/UW1l4lkIb18/s1600-h/IMG_7620.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253756628444269618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkX0WbGTDI/AAAAAAAAASk/UW1l4lkIb18/s320/IMG_7620.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-72037846108479532032008-10-05T11:43:00.000-07:002008-10-05T12:18:57.626-07:00swim lessons<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkSfGKagjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hRhnJHe3BU8/s1600-h/IMG_7833.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253750765743931954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkSfGKagjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hRhnJHe3BU8/s320/IMG_7833.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkSRdkKeZI/AAAAAAAAARU/6H2KFAai054/s1600-h/IMG_7852.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253750531507779986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkSRdkKeZI/AAAAAAAAARU/6H2KFAai054/s320/IMG_7852.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkSRk7svnI/AAAAAAAAARc/aqilILmrMoQ/s1600-h/IMG_7842.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253750533485543026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkSRk7svnI/AAAAAAAAARc/aqilILmrMoQ/s320/IMG_7842.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkSR2mxjsI/AAAAAAAAARk/jD8Ikxx3uWA/s1600-h/IMG_7849.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253750538229616322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkSR2mxjsI/AAAAAAAAARk/jD8Ikxx3uWA/s320/IMG_7849.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkSSpGJNkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/V1jqyQmqT4Q/s1600-h/IMG_7845.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253750551782962754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SOkSSpGJNkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/V1jqyQmqT4Q/s320/IMG_7845.JPG" border="0" /></a>I had to add a few of these photos of Liam with his dear instructor Ms. Ren. We've had a little trouble getting him to learn to swim. I think, with all of his allergies and things, it's just been a lot harder for him to relax and get the gist of things. He is well on the road now, though, and I'm sure he'll be giving the dolphins a run for their money in no time. So, every week we are driving to swim lessons where Jacob and I ususally end up fooling around with the camera and Ewan has the time of his life!</div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-80092095467194413052008-09-20T19:31:00.001-07:002008-09-20T19:35:33.354-07:004,000 words<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWysxVfuXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/i-4OMG2cUHY/s1600-h/IMG_7328.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248297422997666162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWysxVfuXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/i-4OMG2cUHY/s320/IMG_7328.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWytEQuQEI/AAAAAAAAARE/B2cnUiVIUJY/s1600-h/IMG_7329.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248297428077920322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWytEQuQEI/AAAAAAAAARE/B2cnUiVIUJY/s320/IMG_7329.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWyTKwvIyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QN3dXdU8y_k/s1600-h/IMG_7327.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248296983146210082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWyTKwvIyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QN3dXdU8y_k/s320/IMG_7327.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248297432288838418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWytT8rwxI/AAAAAAAAARM/zHbp9LJaKMs/s320/IMG_7330.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-81078995327203236292008-09-20T19:23:00.000-07:002008-09-20T19:31:18.629-07:00Slight drainage problem in the new neighborhood!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWxjq9ArUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/KSjtUOpX1nc/s1600-h/IMG_7305.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248296167153904962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWxjq9ArUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/KSjtUOpX1nc/s320/IMG_7305.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWxj9oS2kI/AAAAAAAAAQU/08NYP9B4yGA/s1600-h/IMG_7353.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248296172167289410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWxj9oS2kI/AAAAAAAAAQU/08NYP9B4yGA/s320/IMG_7353.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWxjxcuuAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aXNoFXnE3i8/s1600-h/IMG_7334.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248296168897558530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWxjxcuuAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aXNoFXnE3i8/s320/IMG_7334.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWxkCW_LCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fwbj_dwYSHc/s1600-h/IMG_7356.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248296173436873762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWxkCW_LCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fwbj_dwYSHc/s320/IMG_7356.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWxkR-j7rI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ypxewpp2iK8/s1600-h/IMG_7337.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248296177629392562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWxkR-j7rI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ypxewpp2iK8/s320/IMG_7337.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It doesn't really rain in Colorado...ever. Most of you know that, but I don't think people really realise how truly unprepared we are for it until it actually happens. Well, I guess nobody over the age of 5 is prepared for it...</div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-88039303906406524672008-09-20T18:45:00.000-07:002008-09-20T19:23:21.245-07:00Ewan is One!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWvPkMeq2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/9zWlMxEBuLo/s1600-h/2007+639.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248293622719097698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWvPkMeq2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/9zWlMxEBuLo/s320/2007+639.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWukW8_aUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mZgkuKTIsuI/s1600-h/IMG_7323.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248292880430098754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWukW8_aUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mZgkuKTIsuI/s320/IMG_7323.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWuktBHP2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/awTsIKs3MCU/s1600-h/IMG_7159.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248292886352969570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWuktBHP2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/awTsIKs3MCU/s320/IMG_7159.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWuk-RQY9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/F6NiIPMxwos/s1600-h/IMG_7064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248292890984080338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWuk-RQY9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/F6NiIPMxwos/s320/IMG_7064.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWulBO6JvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/27SFwHultQo/s1600-h/2007+632.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWulVskf0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/c4-a6ICBCPs/s1600-h/2007+575.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248292897272659778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SNWulVskf0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/c4-a6ICBCPs/s320/2007+575.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>It doesn't seem possible that one year ago I was holding this little miracle for the first time. Babies are always wonderful and amazing, but Ewan was the one who changed everything for me! He was my first home birth baby, my first OB/GYN-free pregnancy,and my only Colorado born boy. He was, by far, the easiest delivery, and the only one that was completely drug-free. He has grown so quickly over the last 12 months, and yet, it seems a life time ago. Right now, he's barely trying to stand up on his own and you can tell that he's thinking about wanting to walk. He smiles all the time, and he is curious about everything. He doesn't really cry unless there is something seriously wrong, like... oh, maybe a big brother sitting on him or something like that! The only thing that makes him really mad is his crib! He absolutely hates that thing. Paul's mom shipped it over here from Scotland before Jacob was born. She used it for her three (forty years ago!) and Jacob and Liam both slept in it just fine, but Ewan is not having it. It makes me laugh. The picture of me and the boys on the slide was taken last year on my due date Sept.15. He would be born three days later.</div></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-22565178716600358222008-09-20T18:44:00.000-07:002008-09-20T18:45:28.124-07:00I hate computersI hate computers and 'cookies'. Paul tells me not to worry about it, though. They'll never catch on.5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-89389830402586182892008-07-13T07:55:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:13:03.256-08:00Keeping Up With the Andersons<div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoZZqr3_AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/HHpgt8AxC0M/s1600-h/IMG_6951.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222514646635248642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoZZqr3_AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/HHpgt8AxC0M/s320/IMG_6951.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoZKKKD8jI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8k5m6CpnO8Y/s1600-h/IMG_6928.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222514380205453874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoZKKKD8jI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8k5m6CpnO8Y/s320/IMG_6928.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoZKb9DDxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ufAkXOYJZw0/s1600-h/IMG_6924.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222514384982707986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoZKb9DDxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ufAkXOYJZw0/s320/IMG_6924.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoYQFFo-8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/97XllX8Cq98/s1600-h/IMG_6646.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222513382412319682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoYQFFo-8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/97XllX8Cq98/s320/IMG_6646.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoYQS7aGGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/kytM_y12CeE/s1600-h/IMG_6828.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222513386127497314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoYQS7aGGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/kytM_y12CeE/s320/IMG_6828.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoYQrHktYI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EQPg-zy0_TU/s1600-h/IMG_6591.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222513392620975490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoYQrHktYI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EQPg-zy0_TU/s320/IMG_6591.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I can never seem to take enough photos of these kids. They seem to be up to something new and crazy every day! In the preceding photos:</div><div>It was so much fun to watch the kids' faces on the Fourth. They had seen big fireworks up in the sky before, but we'd never bought them sparklers and things they could light themselves.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoYQ-20kYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Lka95ewwijo/s1600-h/IMG_6881.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222513397919420802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoYQ-20kYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Lka95ewwijo/s320/IMG_6881.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoZJzEEh_I/AAAAAAAAAO8/UHj12A5_hC0/s1600-h/IMG_6909.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222514374006310898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoZJzEEh_I/AAAAAAAAAO8/UHj12A5_hC0/s320/IMG_6909.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoYQtJ1yeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VfiT18p7WRs/s1600-h/IMG_6869.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222513393167354338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoYQtJ1yeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VfiT18p7WRs/s320/IMG_6869.JPG" border="0" /></a>There is a great shot of Jacob throwing a fit and having a 'time out' at our new house. I'm standing in a big mouth at Casa Bonita in Denver, where Paul took me for my birthday this year. It's inside the restaurant in a dark, creepy cave called 'Black Barts Hideout'. Apparently at three years old, I decided I was NOT going through that mouth (no wonder! It was a little bit scary last month when we took the picture! Imagine being three years old having to walk through that thing!) Anyway, it's a one-way tunnel so, you have to go through the mouth to get out. I guess I caused quite a scene. The boys are having a bubblebath in Mommy's tub for a special treat. In that one photo, there is an old chair awaiting the van to the thrift store, and I found the boys sitting in it one day...I told you I can't take too many pictures! There are two shots of the boys at swim lessons. Liam is doing 'laps' in one of them, and Jacob is sitting in a cute little inflatable airplane. This amazing woman teaches them how to swim and be safe in the water in all kinds of situations. At the end of each lesson (once they are swimming really well) she pushes them out of a toy like this and they have to swim to the edge. It sounds a bit barbaric now that I'm looking at it written out on the page like that, but it's really amazing. We've seen her for about 10 lessons and Jacob can swim almost the whole sideways length of the pool. It's <a href="http://www.donnasdolphins.com/">http://www.donnasdolphins.com/</a> if you want to check it out! There are also photies of Ewan's first nap in his own bed, and the two biggest monkeys at the photo studio getting Jaocb's 5 year old pictures taken. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoZJ9w0swI/AAAAAAAAAO0/aiR1gxP0DUo/s1600-h/IMG_6599.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222514376878371586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoZJ9w0swI/AAAAAAAAAO0/aiR1gxP0DUo/s320/IMG_6599.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoZJV0Br2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/NAyuIKVbfWQ/s1600-h/IMG_6969.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222514366154387298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHoZJV0Br2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/NAyuIKVbfWQ/s320/IMG_6969.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-35494069197257306342008-07-11T19:30:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:13:03.524-08:00the broccoli baby<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHgY34y7anI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ViuNn2-HAJ8/s1600-h/IMG_6968.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221951116353956466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHgY34y7anI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ViuNn2-HAJ8/s320/IMG_6968.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHgYnevDi_I/AAAAAAAAANs/kvjeU9ywUH4/s1600-h/IMG_6967.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221950834480483314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHgYnevDi_I/AAAAAAAAANs/kvjeU9ywUH4/s320/IMG_6967.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Ewan is my second broccoli eating kid. I didn't know there were children who would eat green things of their own accord. One of many lessons I've learned from my kids! I used to tell the boys that if they didn't do a good job in a restaurant, that I could easily take them home and we would have broccoli and rice instead of deep-fried junk at a restaurant. This usually enticed good behavior out of my two little hyenas,but we have had to leave a couple places and go home to some of Bonnie's finest home-cookin'! I recently had to stop using this as a threat, because, although Jacob is miserable throughout the entire ordeal, I noticed that Liam actually liked it. He would happily eat his punishment and go skipping off to play. I was very happy to realize today that I have a second broccoli eater. But, I'm going to have to come up with a new threat to use in restaurants.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHgY4IKKq_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/YsHJOLp1Hcs/s1600-h/IMG_6966.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221951120477957106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SHgY4IKKq_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/YsHJOLp1Hcs/s320/IMG_6966.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-49745263456505502822008-07-04T07:06:00.001-07:002008-12-08T22:13:04.371-08:00Happy Fourth of July<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SG4y0khwORI/AAAAAAAAANU/FJ16iZ1sSiE/s1600-h/IMG_6846.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219164896908818706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SG4y0khwORI/AAAAAAAAANU/FJ16iZ1sSiE/s320/IMG_6846.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SG4ymGuk5eI/AAAAAAAAANM/wpLwwfcFXM4/s1600-h/IMG_6821.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219164648391370210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SG4ymGuk5eI/AAAAAAAAANM/wpLwwfcFXM4/s320/IMG_6821.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SG4yc8DrASI/AAAAAAAAANE/LAhoIsliZq8/s1600-h/IMG_6852.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219164490908238114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SG4yc8DrASI/AAAAAAAAANE/LAhoIsliZq8/s320/IMG_6852.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SG4yWeT4_ZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/oONJeI-hT5g/s1600-h/IMG_6850.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219164379843984786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SG4yWeT4_ZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/oONJeI-hT5g/s320/IMG_6850.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>We all got brand new 'Proud to be an American' t-shirts for the Fourth of July this year. I am so thankful to live in this country where I can raise my children to follow God and worship as we please. It's hard to imagine a world where people don't have that option. Yet, it goes on all around the world. I am grateful this Independence Day 2008.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219164902227383906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SG4y04VzFmI/AAAAAAAAANc/hodRr209kBA/s320/IMG_6853.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-79273447305106369912008-06-28T19:09:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:13:04.841-08:00Bonnie's Birthday Extravaganza<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGb03ubJyWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YAIeAfq9BoM/s1600-h/bb2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217126456547199330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGb03ubJyWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YAIeAfq9BoM/s320/bb2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGb039y6uDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UMlDkRK8-FM/s1600-h/bb3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217126460673407026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGb039y6uDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UMlDkRK8-FM/s320/bb3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>It's a good thing I have a loving and tolerant (and forgiving) husband, especially when it comes to my birthday. When it comes to big events, I often struggle with the 'morning after blues'. I think I build things up so much in my mind that when they are over I'm left with a feeling kind of like, "What do you mean ,'that's it'?" At Christmas, we go see a funny movie after all the festivities are over. That gives me something to look forward to. It's not a huge, dark depression or anything, it's <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGb036LKhPI/AAAAAAAAAME/XyyjeCz0vw0/s1600-h/bb4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217126459701363954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGb036LKhPI/AAAAAAAAAME/XyyjeCz0vw0/s320/bb4.jpg" border="0" /></a>just that the roller coaster ride is over, and you have to get back to real life. At my birthday, i have found that the only way around the post-birthday-you-are-another-year-older doldrums is to carry out festivities equal to a small country's celebration of independance, or perhaps Chinese New Year. Now, don't misunderstand me, I don't have an over-inflated sense of self importance. This is all for my mental well being. I won't list all the details, but Paul agreed to take me to this wonderfully tacky restaurant in Denver called Casa Bonita. Since we were already in town, my considerate husband talked me in to going to a gun show. They sell really great jewelry at those things! Who knew?! One night during the week of festivities, my parents and Paul and I took our three kids and my oldest brother Byrne's three kids to eat at the fabulous Texas Roadhouse! You should see the looks you get when you ask for a table with four adults and six kids! That was a party in and of itself. To top it all off, after unsupervised trips to Michaels and Hobby Lobby( I still can't seem to find those receipts!), my husband bought me a video camera that records right onto those cute little DVD's. Something I had asked for a long time ago. All in all it was a very successful, I mean happy, birthday. And,I don't feel the least upset about turning 26! <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGb038k0DPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/n9fNQKS2ApI/s1600-h/bb1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217126460345814258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGb038k0DPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/n9fNQKS2ApI/s320/bb1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-35883996178281793462008-06-28T18:40:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:13:05.157-08:00Jake's Preschool Play<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGbrXC2Ba0I/AAAAAAAAALk/p-UlU4j3Vwo/s1600-h/jakeplay1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217115999488273218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGbrXC2Ba0I/AAAAAAAAALk/p-UlU4j3Vwo/s320/jakeplay1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGbrXXjsRFI/AAAAAAAAALs/Azat3J-mvT4/s1600-h/jakeplay2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217116005048534098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGbrXXjsRFI/AAAAAAAAALs/Azat3J-mvT4/s320/jakeplay2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGbrXWOzm7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/uytSwpYpFWA/s1600-h/jakeplay3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217116004692499378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SGbrXWOzm7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/uytSwpYpFWA/s320/jakeplay3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>How cute is this!? All the little kids were dressed up in 50's garb and they sang all these cute song like 'Lollipop' and 'You Ain't Nothin But a Hounddog'. Jacob really had a fun time with it. He sang his little heart out!</div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-45451231009868642292008-05-01T12:30:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:13:07.968-08:00Scrapbooking<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBof8hE1oII/AAAAAAAAALE/jcuRa-q-0Hk/s1600-h/IMG_6269.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195500244656562306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBof8hE1oII/AAAAAAAAALE/jcuRa-q-0Hk/s320/IMG_6269.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ahhh... Scrapbooking! Along with recipe sharing and facial waxing, I thought scrapbooking was just another thing for silly old married ladies with too many kids and nothing better to do... Anyway, it all started the summer before I met Paul, when my cousin started selling Stampin' up! Well, in an effort to support her business endeavor, my mom and I bought a couple ink pads and stamp sets. Six years later (much like their owner) those few little items have multiplied, and just as we have filled our little house to the brim, the paraphenalia I took home that day now has it's own room. Yes, the stamping stuff has become a full blown obsession. And while I am very careful to always buy everything when it is on sale, the money invested in this harmless hobby sometimes causes me much grief. I am torn. I love preserving the memories of these days for our children and their families, but I often look at my non-recyclable paper and plastic embellishments that were of course 'Made In China', and wonder if that money couldn't be spent a little bit more wisely! Until I decide, it seems silly to let all these wonderful embellishments and paper to go to waste!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBof9BE1oJI/AAAAAAAAALM/LNq42ySj4Yg/s1600-h/IMG_6268.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195500253246496914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBof9BE1oJI/AAAAAAAAALM/LNq42ySj4Yg/s320/IMG_6268.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBof9BE1oKI/AAAAAAAAALU/2ESrQgj8_KY/s1600-h/IMG_6255.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBof9RE1oLI/AAAAAAAAALc/G_6_RBkBj2g/s1600-h/IMG_6263.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195500257541464242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBof9RE1oLI/AAAAAAAAALc/G_6_RBkBj2g/s320/IMG_6263.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoe6RE1oDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ggOywoomc9Y/s1600-h/IMG_6257.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195499106490228786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoe6RE1oDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ggOywoomc9Y/s320/IMG_6257.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoe6RE1oEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6CKvTPhMOO0/s1600-h/IMG_6258.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195499106490228802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoe6RE1oEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6CKvTPhMOO0/s320/IMG_6258.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoe6hE1oFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CxlNa8ubdsc/s1600-h/IMG_6259.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195499110785196114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoe6hE1oFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CxlNa8ubdsc/s320/IMG_6259.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoe8RE1oGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DsFS-So1N9A/s1600-h/IMG_6261.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195499140849967202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoe8RE1oGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DsFS-So1N9A/s320/IMG_6261.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoe8hE1oHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xC_bkucfL3Q/s1600-h/IMG_6267.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195499145144934514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoe8hE1oHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xC_bkucfL3Q/s320/IMG_6267.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoeLRE1n-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3xU0nBQ6dK0/s1600-h/IMG_6251.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195498299036377058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoeLRE1n-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3xU0nBQ6dK0/s320/IMG_6251.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />'Salon de Grammy' & 'LIAM' are two completely different pages. Even when the subjects are totally different, I like to make tha facing pages match, so that they kind of coordinate when you are looking though the books.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoeLhE1n_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VYql3p56Nh4/s1600-h/IMG_6252.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195498303331344370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoeLhE1n_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VYql3p56Nh4/s320/IMG_6252.jpg" border="0" /></a> It seems to be a little easier on the eye.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoeLhE1oAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jBVEIlWZ-mM/s1600-h/IMG_6253.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195498303331344386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoeLhE1oAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jBVEIlWZ-mM/s320/IMG_6253.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoeLxE1oBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lXkaYJMK97w/s1600-h/IMG_6254.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195498307626311698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoeLxE1oBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lXkaYJMK97w/s320/IMG_6254.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoeMBE1oCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ITCMmUXkJyA/s1600-h/IMG_6255.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195498311921279010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoeMBE1oCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ITCMmUXkJyA/s320/IMG_6255.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBodShE1n5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/F1dmCJwQMvU/s1600-h/IMG_6248.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBodSxE1n6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/unkrRF284mk/s1600-h/IMG_6247.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195497328373768098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBodSxE1n6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/unkrRF284mk/s320/IMG_6247.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBodSxE1n7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/kJrKQaqAglA/s1600-h/IMG_6249.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195497328373768114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBodSxE1n7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/kJrKQaqAglA/s320/IMG_6249.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I've never used a lot of B&W or sepia, but I have been lately and I really like the way it looks.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBodTRE1n9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/rjp3AAFTpGM/s1600-h/IMG_6248.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195497336963702738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBodTRE1n9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/rjp3AAFTpGM/s320/IMG_6248.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBocLxE1n0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/J89qK7-FVrA/s1600-h/IMG_6242.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBocMBE1n1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/s4kkUfRONmI/s1600-h/IMG_6243.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195496112898023250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBocMBE1n1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/s4kkUfRONmI/s320/IMG_6243.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Not until after I had this page completely glued together did I realize that my parents only have seven grandchildren. Although, looking back, it seemed too good to be true! I had 8 pictures from that day, I had 8 perfect little flowers and buttons to embellish the page! I just forgot to count how many people were in the photos!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBocMxE1n3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/c0_mCBS8vAs/s1600-h/IMG_6242.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195496125782925170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBocMxE1n3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/c0_mCBS8vAs/s320/IMG_6242.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBocNBE1n4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/7invuLFfIfM/s1600-h/IMG_6245.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195496130077892482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBocNBE1n4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/7invuLFfIfM/s320/IMG_6245.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBobjRE1nzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5lcAmN0IkPM/s1600-h/IMG_6238.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195495412818353970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBobjRE1nzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5lcAmN0IkPM/s320/IMG_6238.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBobRRE1nxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tkzopHHZDss/s1600-h/IMG_6241.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195495103580708626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBobRRE1nxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tkzopHHZDss/s320/IMG_6241.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBobRhE1nyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jk37TAg1SD4/s1600-h/IMG_6239.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195495107875675938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBobRhE1nyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jk37TAg1SD4/s320/IMG_6239.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoaxhE1nwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fEmaGYdyCjk/s1600-h/IMG_6236.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195494558119862018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoaxhE1nwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fEmaGYdyCjk/s320/IMG_6236.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoakxE1nvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/f3Yfsa8Cco8/s1600-h/IMG_6235.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195494339076529906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoakxE1nvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/f3Yfsa8Cco8/s320/IMG_6235.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>My favorite thing about all of this is how you get to make such a big deal over the silliest little thing, that you might not have even remembered otherwise! The page where Jacob wanted to wash the dishes is one of my favorites! How cute is that?! Or that day when Liam ran around for about an hour in his underwear and snow boots. I laughed all afternoon! Scrapbooking might not have any eternal significance, but I can't think of a better way to show my kids that I love every crazy little thing they do.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-47339601134509394422008-05-01T07:18:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:13:08.239-08:00Springtime in Colorado<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoXyRE1nuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q8iASoKSaLk/s1600-h/st1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195491272469880546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoXyRE1nuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q8iASoKSaLk/s320/st1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoXnhE1ntI/AAAAAAAAAHs/314WNKJa8BQ/s1600-h/st2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195491087786286802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoXnhE1ntI/AAAAAAAAAHs/314WNKJa8BQ/s320/st2.jpg" border="0" /></a> I love the weather here! I might be the only one in the whole state, but I think it's just plain fun to have a little variety in your day! Spring is especially nice. I love to see pansies and tulips pushing their way up through the snow.<br />Jacob was so cute on this day! He gets so excited to help plant the garden and water the lawn, but after about 10 minutes he said his hands were freezing and he needed gloves! I didn't have the heart to make him stay inside so, off he went in his crocs and wooly mittens!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoXQhE1nsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/F_A_J0rrknU/s1600-h/IMG_6340.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBoW8BE1nrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/K-VflTaC3Bw/s1600-h/IMG_6337.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-29493744502680840792008-05-01T06:21:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:13:09.345-08:00baby dedication<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnHGRE1nqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DlZfzcUUqoI/s1600-h/bd6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195402555625414306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnHGRE1nqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DlZfzcUUqoI/s320/bd6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnHAhE1npI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3j4DJT-1miw/s1600-h/bd5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195402456841166482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnHAhE1npI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3j4DJT-1miw/s320/bd5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnG7hE1noI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_M0M7P6_3JA/s1600-h/bd4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195402370941820546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnG7hE1noI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_M0M7P6_3JA/s320/bd4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnG2hE1nnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BUza0ccfees/s1600-h/bd3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195402285042474610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnG2hE1nnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BUza0ccfees/s320/bd3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnGxhE1nmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xdimhdnV6QQ/s1600-h/bd2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195402199143128674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnGxhE1nmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xdimhdnV6QQ/s320/bd2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnGlRE1nlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JF-OOJptyJs/s1600-h/bd1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195401988689731154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnGlRE1nlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JF-OOJptyJs/s320/bd1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />April 20, 2008<br /><div>Ewan had such a beautiful baby dedication. My Uncle Jim does such an amazing job with things like this. It was so personal and very meaningful. My whole family was there to help us celebrate the day. Tim and Cristina gave us this wonderful book called 'If you give a boy a bible'. Gifts like that always help make events so memorable. The congregation sang 'Be Thou My Vision' and everyone prayed for Paul and I and then for Ewan. After church we all went out to eat at the Texas Roadhouse. It was great day.</div></div></div></div></div></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-78568675665752038392008-05-01T06:09:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:13:09.650-08:00Rough day for Dora<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnDnRE1njI/AAAAAAAAAGc/c2565dxKz3s/s1600-h/dora3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398724514586162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnDnRE1njI/AAAAAAAAAGc/c2565dxKz3s/s320/dora3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I'm sure this is the kind of behavior that, as a parent, we are supposed to try to prevent. But, I can't help but seeing the humor.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnDKRE1niI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6iqr4bHWoFk/s1600-h/dora2.jpg"> <div></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnDxRE1nkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XS1btw2TvwI/s1600-h/dora1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398896313278018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnDxRE1nkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XS1btw2TvwI/s320/dora1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnDKRE1niI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6iqr4bHWoFk/s1600-h/dora2.jpg"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398226298379810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnDKRE1niI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6iqr4bHWoFk/s320/dora2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/SBnDxRE1nkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XS1btw2TvwI/s1600-h/dora1.jpg"></a> </div></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-5851266655455073842008-03-27T20:41:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:13:09.790-08:00The morning after<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/R-xpqBMS5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HjdXGAR6NMk/s1600-h/candyliam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182633441792026002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/R-xpqBMS5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HjdXGAR6NMk/s320/candyliam.jpg" border="0" /></a>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-29064123087059705652008-03-27T19:33:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:13:10.150-08:00Thank You Easter Bunny! Bok! Bok!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182621398703727986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/R-xetBMS5XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ReJsGPsPlbQ/s320/easter3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182621261264774498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/R-xelBMS5WI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_qvD92M_Czc/s320/easter2.jpg" border="0" />I love Easter. It seems to be the only important holiday that Hallmark Cards haven't ruined. I don't know why, but it seems to me that the plastic incarnation of the worldly celebration and the true meaning have remained seperated. The world celebrates springtime and renewal and coconut-covered cake shaped like a bunny head (which I made and thougoughly enjoyed eating this year). Some, on the other hand can meditate on thoughts like; "Where thy victory, o grave?" and "Why do you seek the living among the dead?" Knowing the importance of the holiday doesn't stop us from enjoying the lighter, plastic side. It was a wonderful celebration for our family this year. As always, We miss Paul when he's away over a holiday. The kids had such a great time finding eggs at Grandma's house. My cousin Carly and the boys' Tia Judi hid them all over in the front yard. They were so cute, hunting around trees and shrubs... once we got Liam away from the ham, of course!</div><div> </div><p></p><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/R-xfDRMS5YI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mx1_S6aTKoI/s1600-h/easter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182621780955817346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/R-xfDRMS5YI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mx1_S6aTKoI/s320/easter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p></p><div><br /></div><p> </p>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-66193212573870131062008-03-18T18:37:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:13:10.237-08:00Toddler Thugs<div>This is the most expensive bad photo I've ever owned! It was December 17 and we had just come from Jacob's preschool Christmas program in which he was a tiger. He had eyeliner whiskers on his face that he didn't want to wash off and he wouldn't stop growling at people. Liam is usually terrified of anyone he's not related to, so I really wasn't sure how he was going to handle the whole 'Santa's lap' thing! To top it off, I didn't know that they would take multiple photos until you got one you liked. I just took the first one they snapped and this is what we got! They look like little hood rats! So, this is it! Our first trip to see Santa. I learned another important lesson this year; When you, in fact, take the kids to ask Santa for whatever they might want for Christmas, you have to buy them at least one thing they asked Santa for, or the whole charade will be ruined! I have always bought things throughout the year as I found stuff on clearance or what have you, and not bothered to really ask what they want. I guess I just figured they should be grateful to get anything and not complain ( I know, I know, things you swore you'd never say!) But now they are old enough to have specific things they want. So, on top of all the stuff I already had for them, my mom memtioned that I had better get what they asked Santa for! I had to go back to the stinkin' toy store the week before Christmas and wrestle with all those crazy people who apparently FORGOT that Christmas is on December 25, and are doing all their shopping in that week. Well, I've learned my lesson! Next year Paul will be dressing up as Santa the last week of August!</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179262728504209858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/R-BwArrp8cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/efwIYsn0p7s/s320/santa.jpg" border="0" /></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-89499126924722698312008-03-06T12:53:00.000-08:002008-12-08T22:13:10.480-08:00Babies at Christmas<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/R9Be4U5wjDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HuK-nJ0t3sg/s1600-h/babysfc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174740293625351218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/R9Be4U5wjDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HuK-nJ0t3sg/s320/babysfc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/R9BdyU5wjCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-1VCEeMg6UU/s1600-h/christmaspudding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174739091034508322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/R9BdyU5wjCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-1VCEeMg6UU/s320/christmaspudding.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Not that there is ever a bad time to have babies, but there is something especially joyous about babies at Christmas. Since I was unable to blog during this entire holiday season past, I am going to attempt to catch up! We do take photos of the other boys, but these are a few of my favorites. </div></div><br /><p></p><br /><p></p>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-89498739323318891992008-03-06T06:49:00.000-08:002008-03-06T06:57:26.915-08:00Holy Viruses, Batman!If anyone was paying very close attention, they may nave noticed a brief pause, or gap, if you will, in my 'blogging'. I would have to accredit this to the fact that at least one person in my house has been sick since the last week in NOVEMBER!!! The computer even got something, twice! And as I'm sure most mothers out there would agree, when your babies are sick the last thing on your mind is getting the computer fixed. Anyway, we each took turns with several <strong>lovely </strong>illnesses, but I think we are all completely recovered now. Let the blogging begin! (Until I need another excuse for getting so far behind!)5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-13888025298440061602007-11-14T06:10:00.001-08:002008-12-08T22:13:11.007-08:00my man, the oil guru<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzsCqulpqsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nO3KqBHLexo/s1600-h/paulrig.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132699133402524354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzsCqulpqsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nO3KqBHLexo/s320/paulrig.jpg" border="0" /></a> A lot of you might not know what Paul does at work, so here are some 'photies' he has sent me in the last few months. Growing up in Colorado, I never thought much about subsea drilling operations. Well, now I could tell you more than you ever want to know! Anyway, this is the helicopter Paul rides out to the rig...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzsB8OlpqrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/o2Zl6OeUN3U/s1600-h/paulheli.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132698334538607282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzsB8OlpqrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/o2Zl6OeUN3U/s320/paulheli.jpg" border="0" /></a> and this is the rig. In a recent interview I conducted with Paul, he described his job as designing, refurbishing, and installing subsea equipment up to 6,000 feet deep.(what he actually said was, "I'm a subsea guru".) He has worked 11 years on 5 continents in I-don't-know-how-many-different jobs. His last job was in 'block 15' Kizomba, Angola, on the west coast of Africa. When completed it will be the world's largest subsea development with 190 Christmas Trees on the ocean floor (you'll need to google that, I don't understand that whole ordeal)! I asked how much oil they got every day, and he said if I were to publish that, he would lose his job and we would be sued, so I guess you'll need to google that too! Right now he's in Texas working on the most advanced semi-submersible (google) rig. The coolest, or most famous, place he's worked was at the Harlan & Wolff shipyard in Belfast, Ireland, where the Titanic was built. He says it's a lot of hard work and the days are really long. He called me once before going to bed and he had been awake for about 36 hours. The rigs can be very dangerous for everybody out there. There are huge moving parts that weigh several tons each, not to mention the possibilities of malaria or freezing cold water in the ocean below, depending on what part of the world you're in. I know it's a lot of hard work, but when he's gone for four weeks at a time and I'm here with three kids and all this work to do, there's only one image in my mind.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/R89gI05wjBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F5KZJN0e6Xc/s1600-h/PCWU-theme-park+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174460201628109842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/R89gI05wjBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F5KZJN0e6Xc/s320/PCWU-theme-park+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-45055344544070692302007-11-11T16:27:00.000-08:002008-12-08T22:13:11.895-08:00Who ate all the Halloween candy?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzekU2l5pWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gIdTG3wHepI/s1600-h/lcostume.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131750978570790242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzekU2l5pWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gIdTG3wHepI/s200/lcostume.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzegLml5pSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B0fCwcMcbFw/s1600-h/jcostume.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131746421610489122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzegLml5pSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B0fCwcMcbFw/s200/jcostume.jpg" border="0" /></a> Halloween isn't my favorite holiday, but I have found some redeeming value since the kids were born. I heard someone say once that, 'if most of the world can ignore the true meaning of Christmas and still enjoy the holiday, maybe we can do the same thing for Halloween!' Besides, there is something great about wearing crazy costumes with your whole family and eating absurd amounts of candy for one night! Calories don't count on October 31st, right?!? Anywho, we had a fun one this year! Jacob wanted to be a SWAT team guy... the only requirements he had for his costume this year were a gun and a helmet. Liam and Daddy started a game a couple of months ago calling each other 'Little Dragon and Big Dragon' and we managed to find a dragon costume at a discount shopp<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzehEWl5pVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xJdcxbVxiOc/s1600-h/byrnecostume.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131747396568065362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzehEWl5pVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xJdcxbVxiOc/s200/byrnecostume.jpg" border="0" /></a>e. Ewan and I were the princess and the pea, and I must say that we looked pretty cool.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzegkGl5pUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zR9XcNTz304/s1600-h/bcostume.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131746842517284162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzegkGl5pUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zR9XcNTz304/s200/bcostume.jpg" border="0" /></a> I do think that my big brother and his youngest boy won the contest hands down! Byrne was an organ grinder and his one-year-old son Samuel was the monkey! They looked awesome! Byrne even got Sam to make a noise like a monkey a couple of times. That was a great costume. We went trick-or-treating to our Uncle's house and at one of my mom's neighbors who we've known a long time. I guess we always manage to get so much candy at church, I don't bother with the door-to-door. Speaking of which, This last photo needs the story to go along with it! These are the boys' trick-or-treat bags. Now, I don't actually know how much was in them to begin with. We had pretty much been together all night, in all the same places, doing all the same games and things so, I would assume that their bags should have been filled to about the same level. A couple different times throughout the night, people came to tell me that Liam was hiding somewhere eating candy, and since I never buy it at home, I let it go every now and then. I must admit that I did not keep track of his rate of consumption! When I looked at Jacob's basket and then saw Liam's I had to ask;"Liam, what happened to all of your candy?" His reply was simply; "I ate one..."<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131752460334507378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzelrGl5pXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZIWPvUUP4iE/s200/candy.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-78832906380316605142007-11-10T10:12:00.001-08:002008-12-08T22:13:12.669-08:00Happy Birthday, Liam!<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131277613045228722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzX1zWl5pLI/AAAAAAAAADY/WNp2XcYHOsU/s200/picnic.jpg" border="0" />William Seth Anderson was born in Houston, TX on October 24, 2004. He is the funniest little guy you've ever seen, and we had fun celebrating his 3rd birthday. Uncle Tim, Auntie Cristina and Emma invited us to the park for lunch the on his birthday! Auntie Cristina surprised us with chocolate cupcakes that were soooo good! We had fun there for a couple hours and then we went bowling and out to dinner with Grammy and Grampy! I don't know what got into this kid, but he w<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzX4CWl5pMI/AAAAAAAAADg/u3xZYb6jfno/s1600-h/bowlingball.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131280069766522050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzX4CWl5pMI/AAAAAAAAADg/u3xZYb6jfno/s200/bowlingball.jpg" border="0" /></a>anted to have a bowling party, so we did of course!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzX4lml5pNI/AAAAAAAAADo/kBT5NISi9Pw/s1600-h/bowlingliam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131280675356910802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzX4lml5pNI/AAAAAAAAADo/kBT5NISi9Pw/s200/bowlingliam.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131281714738996450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzX5iGl5pOI/AAAAAAAAADw/LUG37uempyQ/s200/pandlbowl.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><br />The kids had such a great time bowling and Ewan slept through the whole thing. He'll be getting in on the fun soon enough though! Liam's party wasn't until the Saturday after his birthday, and it was really great. I have so much fun planning the kids parties! I think sometimes I enjoy it more than they do! I like to make all of their invitations and decorations, but with this new little guy, I knew it wasn't going to happen. So, we just ordered all the stuff. I still made the cake, though! I cannot relegate that responsibility to anyone else, it's too much fun for me! With Ewan only five weeks old we didn't go over board on the party. We just ordered pizzas and had a salad, but everyone seemed to really enjoy themselves!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzX-Vml5pRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CkdA1849DYQ/s1600-h/bdayliam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131286997548770578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzX-Vml5pRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CkdA1849DYQ/s200/bdayliam.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131285245202113794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RzX8vml5pQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rF2kgeanTCs/s200/liamcake.jpg" border="0" />5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-30645531893870338102007-10-29T17:53:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:13:13.044-08:00Throwing his weight around...all 8 pounds<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RyaFOv_jNWI/AAAAAAAAADI/F6FA5fIrwT4/s1600-h/mini.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126931714255566178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RyaFOv_jNWI/AAAAAAAAADI/F6FA5fIrwT4/s200/mini.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RyaEg__jNUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SMruAK8q63o/s1600-h/mini.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div>When we moved to Houston Paul made me buy a used grey minvan. It was slightly banged and bruised, nondescript, and totally not me! But we wouldn't have a car payment and I didn't have to worry about door dings or stray shopping carts! So, we bought the stinkin' thing, OOps, I mean the practical thing from a slightly questionable man on the freeway north of our house. Paul promised me that if I would do the deed and drive the wretched beast for a couple of years, that he would buy me a cool car after I did my time. Well, he finally made good on the deal! We test drove this car just for fun, (that is a whole different story involving an overly flattering car sales woman and a squirrel who was in the wrong place at the wrong time!) and loved it. We bought the car on Ewan's due date (sept 15) and it arrived on the 18th! Paul<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RyaLQP_jNXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vOHpbE0E5N8/s1600-h/00000099.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126938337095136626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RyaLQP_jNXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vOHpbE0E5N8/s200/00000099.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> brought it home about 2 pm and Ewan was born about </div><div>10 pm. I told Paul "See! He was just waiting for the right </div><div>time! He was in there saying; 'I'm ready, but I'm not riding</div><div> around in that awful van! I'm not being born until you get</div><div> me something decent to drive!' "</div></div></div>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111931092749465126.post-7655497065595170852007-10-14T19:51:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:13:14.073-08:00Happy Birthday!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLXBF6l0CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Em4B_1F80tE/s1600-h/00000006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121392140041441314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLXBF6l0CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Em4B_1F80tE/s200/00000006.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLXzl6l0EI/AAAAAAAAACM/wzcNgi4e10g/s1600-h/00000008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121393007624835138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLXzl6l0EI/AAAAAAAAACM/wzcNgi4e10g/s200/00000008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hi honey! I thought I'd send some photos of your other baby for your birthday! I hope you have a great day even if you don't get to spend time with the orange lady! I bet you're wondering how on earth I managed to set up a blog site!? Well, the simple answer is: I didn't! Cristina came down one morning and showed me how to turn on the computer and put a disk in the little drawer and all that stuff! I was really at quite a loss, but she's a great teacher (thanks sis)! I wanted to get you something for your birthday besides WWII books and t-shirts with offensive slogans on the front! Now you can keep up with your kids from work. That is, if I can manage to keep up with the blog site! I'll try my best!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLaW16l0FI/AAAAAAAAACU/a6UzoUC90hY/s1600-h/00000067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121395812238479442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLaW16l0FI/AAAAAAAAACU/a6UzoUC90hY/s200/00000067.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLbM16l0GI/AAAAAAAAACc/hKUK2Bw631I/s1600-h/00000075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121396739951415394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLbM16l0GI/AAAAAAAAACc/hKUK2Bw631I/s200/00000075.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLb6V6l0HI/AAAAAAAAACk/yjDarvpL6_o/s1600-h/00000092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121397521635463282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLb6V6l0HI/AAAAAAAAACk/yjDarvpL6_o/s200/00000092.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLm7F6l0II/AAAAAAAAACs/vDvoHsnSEAI/s1600-h/jschool1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121409629148270722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLm7F6l0II/AAAAAAAAACs/vDvoHsnSEAI/s200/jschool1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here are some photos of your other kids!<br /><br /><br /><p>- <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLnWV6l0JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TdLqdvn-I1Q/s1600-h/jschool2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121410097299706002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9iU_Gcxe64/RxLnWV6l0JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TdLqdvn-I1Q/s200/jschool2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Jacob's school pictures turned out great! You can just see the mischief in his eyes! The picture of Ewan is one of his first little smiles. There's Jake introducing Ewan to Scooby Doo. And I have no idea what Liam is doing with that hat, but this little man keeps me laughing all day. Where does he get this stuff!?</p><p></p><p></p>5 Oil Lovershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379495656461869149noreply@blogger.com1