tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676837286876909702024-03-05T23:42:12.379-08:00Hasselblad, Party of 5"Happiness isn't a destination, it's a way of life."Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-90764075235109024112012-12-05T23:08:00.001-08:002012-12-05T23:08:16.242-08:00Day 5-Something I made.<div style="text-align: center;">
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Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-44780250367510082602012-12-03T22:52:00.003-08:002012-12-03T22:53:46.676-08:00Day 3-Something RedI need to remind myself daily to just stop and enjoy my kiddos. The floor doesn't matter, the laundry can wait. It's time to build memories.<br />
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Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-87228323701771655512012-12-01T17:09:00.000-08:002012-12-01T17:16:05.218-08:00Oh, Christmas Tree<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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We are in the middle of moving, and will be in Couer D'Alene for Christmas this year. So we have a "pretend" tree. Which I am not so secretly happy about...I've always wanted a white Christmas tree, but have never been able to talk the Hubs into it!</div>
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<br />Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-78598696224221355312012-06-11T13:51:00.000-07:002012-12-01T17:16:39.552-08:00Rewind-Cancun March 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
In March, Leif and I took a MUCH needed 5 day vacation to Cancun. It was SOOO incredibly nice to have him to myself! It is such a luxury that you take for granted before children. We stayed at a beautiful all inclusive resort. (translation: We got fat) The only thing we really wanted to do was see Chichen Itza, the rest of the time we laid around, ate, sun bathed, and were all around lazy bums. It was fabulous. </div>
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Soren is clearly too little to ask about his favorites, so I'll just fill you in. He has had a rough few months, but seems to finally be coming out of his misery, and is starting to enjoy life a little more. Since February the little guy had 6 different ear infections, an allergic reaction to penicillin, and teething, all wrapped into a nice little bow. It hasn't been fun...for any of us. About two weeks ago, he had a little surgery done to have ear ventilation tubes put in. So far everything has been peachy, it is so hard to see your kids in pain.<br />
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This little lady is a spit fire. Phew. She is a dare devil to the max, loves her brothers to pieces, and is seriously the sweetest thing ever. Until she's not. Haha. Isn't that the way it goes?<br />
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"There was a little girl,<br />
Who had a little curl,<br />
Right in the middle of her forehead.<br />
When she was good,<br />
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But when she was bad she was horrid."<br />
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That's my Soph, she even has the curl. Haha. She is still Leif's apprentice, weilding the trade of toddler destruction. But, now that Leif goes to Preschool 3x a week, her and Soren are as thick as thieves.<br />
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We love our Loafs! She is very smart, she knows all her colors, and talks incredibly well. Everyone thinks she is older than she really is because of her vocabulary.<br />
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What is your favorite toy: "Cake" (Strawberry Shortcake)<br />
What is your favorite movie: Tangeled and "Cake"<br />
What is your favorite snack: Berries, and sauce, like peanut butter.<br />
What is your favorite thing to wear: Tangeled Dress, and pink (everrrrrrrything MUST be pink), and exercise shorts.<br />
What is your favorite color: Pink<br />
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Where is your favorite place to go: Shopping (YES!)<br />
What is your favorite drink: Milk<br />
What is your favorite thing to have in bed: Baby<br />
What is your favorite song: "Sunshine" (You are my sunshine, which makes my happy, because it was my favorite, and my Mama sang it to me serveral times a night, just like I do with Soph)<br />
Who is your best friend: Tiger, Leif, Soren, and "pink girl". (Not really sure about that one, haha)<br />
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<br /></div>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-68039277047960955272012-05-16T21:18:00.001-07:002012-05-21T10:51:36.796-07:00Leif @ 4 and a half yearsOh the Leify Cakey, this little man is getting to be pretty funny. He has very strong opinions, and is such a good big brother. Sometimes almost too good...if that's possible, he makes sure everyone at the playground minds their p's and q's around his little brother and sister. He has been SUPER into transformers, loves to take pictures...not kidding...hundreds...he gets a few good ones here and there. He is a fun little guy who adores his Daddy, and can be so sweet. He is starting to learn sight words, and will point them out when were are around town, and he also knows all of his colors in Spanish!<br />
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What is your favorite color: Blue, Azul<br />
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What is your favorite thing to do outside: Jump on the trampoline<br />
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What is your favorite toy: Bumblebee<br />
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What is your favorite fruit: Grapes<br />
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What is your favorite tv show: Transformers<br />
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What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch: Noodles<br />
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What is your favorite outfit: Lightening McQueen shirt<br />
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What is your favorite game: Hide'n'go seek<br />
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What is your favorite thing to have for breakfast: Sausage<br />
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What is your favorite snack: Quesadillas<br />
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What is your favorite animal: Cheetah<br />
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What is your favorite song: Transformers<br />
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What is your favorite book: Berenstain Bears<br />
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What is your favorite drink: Apple juice and Chocolate milk<br />
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What is your favorite cereal: Apple Jacks<br />
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What is your favorite place to go: Soccer Place (Indoor Soccer)<br />
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What is your favorite holiday: Mothers Day (woohoo, little man did awesome! He was so proud of the gift he made me, totally even hid it under his bed until the big day and everything, love)<br />
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What do you like to have in bed with you: Transformers (noticing a theme yet?)<br />
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What do you want to be when you grow up: A construction worker<br />
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Who is your best friend: Aubri, Eli, Sophi, and Soren<br />
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<br />Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-53889519055620158822012-02-14T09:43:00.001-08:002012-05-16T22:14:28.056-07:00It's about dang timeUpdate....Here's a breif update on what we've been up to.<br />
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-September-I turned 26, the Hubs arranged a nice little getaway for us to Seattle. My Brother and Sister split the kids up between them and we had sooo much fun!</div>
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October, Leif turned 4. I can hardly believe it!</div>
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November-We had a combined birthday party for Aubri, Sophi, and Soren up at Tim and Nicole's place. The kids were ridiculously spoiled. We have such an awesome family! We had a quiet thanksgiving with Grandma Vi.</div>
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December-Christmas. Need I say more? The kids had so much fun this year. We moved from Ariel to Camas. I am loving being in town.</div>
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January- We are still getting used to living in town, having everything so easily accessible. It is AMAZING.</div>
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Febuary-Just chillin-Can't wait to go to Cancun next month with Hubster!<br />
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A good day here, followed by grey and rainy skies the next. Confusing for my little monkeys who just the day earlier were running in the sprinkler, and frustrating for Mom who wants to get these little tornadoes OUTSIDE!<div>Lately, we've enjoyed having Aubs, and Tiger around! We love them!</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9mE2qXPk02-0omTy9QILtir3IeC7dQI7NNPIkcRVtadrQBvhi6TObMXGCLUtvy60w5ZaGkAUBqYgTwBxgfTLJzNaouuSNdDeQG2qqlZQmDbUSZU4meXfl7xuDvOvqafoidqdEgh8pZ4sU/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9mE2qXPk02-0omTy9QILtir3IeC7dQI7NNPIkcRVtadrQBvhi6TObMXGCLUtvy60w5ZaGkAUBqYgTwBxgfTLJzNaouuSNdDeQG2qqlZQmDbUSZU4meXfl7xuDvOvqafoidqdEgh8pZ4sU/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630012707793042946" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqY-CXkifm3jXIUC4g8H4fggbMjasn2wh7jXkl732mpWYsMC66O4e3AqrzEawxpumcRvajk567YueKcJfkVkExdBFgHkaUN5zouOEkxpSU4vsQTcBhsYdvAYmJfGCT_bCt0kNyFtOS0oSN/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqY-CXkifm3jXIUC4g8H4fggbMjasn2wh7jXkl732mpWYsMC66O4e3AqrzEawxpumcRvajk567YueKcJfkVkExdBFgHkaUN5zouOEkxpSU4vsQTcBhsYdvAYmJfGCT_bCt0kNyFtOS0oSN/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630012699909536610" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5acvMCEqap46nn-7Jk4X3pLkTLgb0asY50snr0Ss1JmyVuyevFegsGPXjIjO2NiDutOHjvyr-qazJbu6-8EfENZrLiQulfRoMBTzAbgaFaArX6KlDwabdFIPzKq50L9HHb36N5dlB3Yx/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5acvMCEqap46nn-7Jk4X3pLkTLgb0asY50snr0Ss1JmyVuyevFegsGPXjIjO2NiDutOHjvyr-qazJbu6-8EfENZrLiQulfRoMBTzAbgaFaArX6KlDwabdFIPzKq50L9HHb36N5dlB3Yx/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630012689285966706" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdtgNlz4Uzbn_RN5ll2eoL1sLBGh8jrcRFn3P_awB02Fu894kut-DIdlAu73-sMigjy1KfcnTRWNBHrWykpQfVy8b7Iwssj9ujp9TwNJcOailzZXwrB0EiumlM3o27EgrmdRU-it24WyT/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdtgNlz4Uzbn_RN5ll2eoL1sLBGh8jrcRFn3P_awB02Fu894kut-DIdlAu73-sMigjy1KfcnTRWNBHrWykpQfVy8b7Iwssj9ujp9TwNJcOailzZXwrB0EiumlM3o27EgrmdRU-it24WyT/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630012676749846354" /></a><div><br /></div>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-74747990945919246082011-05-27T12:00:00.001-07:002011-07-16T10:58:37.482-07:00Toddler Logic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwGGE5Miz8OejLtHNmmn9Q2mcu8tmtMHaDRN977nERx2wyfK8a1R1w93oY0LloR1XQrkSMB_ZNCeUq6a0YXT-7J162iJwJrkdPbRx_jKjwoobH8YfabzRFoRtPbTtZpnI6BZKg0kM-Nr-/s1600/DSC_0022.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwGGE5Miz8OejLtHNmmn9Q2mcu8tmtMHaDRN977nERx2wyfK8a1R1w93oY0LloR1XQrkSMB_ZNCeUq6a0YXT-7J162iJwJrkdPbRx_jKjwoobH8YfabzRFoRtPbTtZpnI6BZKg0kM-Nr-/s400/DSC_0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611472940930658002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">If you can't see my face...</div>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-53969820082229088052011-05-26T15:15:00.001-07:002011-05-26T15:25:18.752-07:00Soren @ 6 Months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7lmfoBxAILZX8XRIoleKpFFFircbyyDwPDXxRclZ9JQAc-zfJWCQ9kLaakUnFXh67v2xqwKvt83VXI1x9U6DPVUXF_KF2nGOPytvitjL79aL2QIOZGKQAYYeKLkPjC18wtPwRHl9D6mS/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7lmfoBxAILZX8XRIoleKpFFFircbyyDwPDXxRclZ9JQAc-zfJWCQ9kLaakUnFXh67v2xqwKvt83VXI1x9U6DPVUXF_KF2nGOPytvitjL79aL2QIOZGKQAYYeKLkPjC18wtPwRHl9D6mS/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611152110387427666" /></a>For some reason, this little monkey decided to start crawling at 5 and 1/2 months. Whew. Crazy kid; I guess he feels like he needs to keep up with the other two. <div>He is such a sweet baby boy, he is truly a gift. Very rarely is he fussy "just because." He makes the insanity of 3 kids so close together a bit more manageable with his easy going attitude. He is VERY interested in what <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Leify</span> and Sophie are up to, and likes to try and follow them around, he also loves our dog, Jack. </div><div>When he was first born I thought he looked a lot like my brother, Pat. But, the older he gets the more he looks like his Daddy. Especially in the eyes. I am holding out for curly hair. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Soph</span> has a little curl in her hair, but nothing like what I envisioned after first seeing Leif's baby pictures. </div><div>The little man measured in the 50<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span>% straight across. </div><div><br /></div>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-60912493177870069652011-05-26T14:59:00.000-07:002011-05-26T15:27:34.328-07:00Sophie @ 18 months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquqm3RMWBXE79rY3wPqcd82igtxu-jLxo48Ndfl0xv8wm46pj1CNVs-LAg2S24t_k-VHQ_dSCFeKmKBxe-vk8Y9cat9vK32Xcq2PZGtle6yD8bCcP1noW5njsuFdikSALvCY-fOXBqUTw/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquqm3RMWBXE79rY3wPqcd82igtxu-jLxo48Ndfl0xv8wm46pj1CNVs-LAg2S24t_k-VHQ_dSCFeKmKBxe-vk8Y9cat9vK32Xcq2PZGtle6yD8bCcP1noW5njsuFdikSALvCY-fOXBqUTw/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611148535910594210" /></a>Ohhh Sophie Loafs...what a funny little lady she is. Soph is talking, well, attempting to talk, TONS. She babbles constantly, I am able to make out a lot of her words, but some still allude me. She puts a few words together, but mostly it is just one word demands...or she is being bossy. (Go figure) One of her newest words is "Mine", lovely.<div>She is Leify's little apprentice; partners in crime, once again, lovely. It is a nice change to see them interacting in forms other than screaming though, I must say. It didn't look too promising a few short months ago, I now know why Mom felt like a referee. "Leify, leave your sister alone. Sophie, stop screaming. Leify, stop that. Sophie, give that back..." Yep, life is fun.</div><div>Soph is also a SERIOUS Mama's girl. It only seems fair, since Leify is glued to Leif's hip. </div><div>She loves to play cars, and color. She is learning so much everyday, it really is amazing to watch. </div><div>She weighed in at the 15th%, and measured at the 50th% for her age. </div>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-68756819690858107122011-05-09T00:20:00.000-07:002011-05-09T00:41:21.111-07:00Sunny Day Pics<div>I took advantage of the sun a few weeks ago to take some pics of my sweet little kiddies. I had bought them coordinating outfits for my nephew's reception, but the flu struck our house, and the kids stayed home with Daddy, so here I was with cute clothes and no occasion....<div>So, we made our own! Seeing the sun around here basically is a special occasion! I am so sick of this stupid rain. Leif and I occasionally joke of moving to (insert tropical island) and growing pineapples, it sounds more and more inticing everyday. I need to be outside with these little monkeys! Talk about cabin fever!</div><div>It really is a good thing I only have 1 little girly pie. She is so fun to dress! Ha. I am in love with her little shoes. And I love putting the boys in cute little matching polos, too fun. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvozJxrW6P0S-NREUM7P_dWtC7F7c_MGHtLucAtihSUE4DRPwLg5vWNbvUvqUuqAir-jKCTuUSJA50m59qU2QbnTIKEVNyiRRRlE65AvHB3QnRdmA2FVahHOjZTmubpoyKaRqTnrrJVPhN/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvozJxrW6P0S-NREUM7P_dWtC7F7c_MGHtLucAtihSUE4DRPwLg5vWNbvUvqUuqAir-jKCTuUSJA50m59qU2QbnTIKEVNyiRRRlE65AvHB3QnRdmA2FVahHOjZTmubpoyKaRqTnrrJVPhN/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604616040035525490" /></a>What did I do before I had these three? They are so fun, challenging, but fun. I love them for everything they are. I have no greater blessing than to be their Mother.<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj98c_aIKr7m1qlavowGdo8N1bENbUbYtuihJK77r8wy77R5hXDWKjpepYDf7QnUmpi6IB5LrHQ7qB2cXFLqo_NiM6wn-ngRTQ75idivDMB9CNNo8xRzIjZ98jM4-KYC-e7U4WTVzz40PWN/s1600/DSC_0066.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj98c_aIKr7m1qlavowGdo8N1bENbUbYtuihJK77r8wy77R5hXDWKjpepYDf7QnUmpi6IB5LrHQ7qB2cXFLqo_NiM6wn-ngRTQ75idivDMB9CNNo8xRzIjZ98jM4-KYC-e7U4WTVzz40PWN/s400/DSC_0066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604616034151713602" /></a>This picture makes me laugh everytime I see it. Oh, brotherly love.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oBNi-AGbK6zZH6nJEMIhc8ume0TlerMyrvl0x1I7cbJtnIcLT51pTdbP4XV6lZf3IsDy2N66S0g815j3zCk97sLxJ9R8ZnrB8uRYquieJD1s4b61EYti0Tn4CucEY8Um36azdzmZVucr/s1600/DSC_0038.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oBNi-AGbK6zZH6nJEMIhc8ume0TlerMyrvl0x1I7cbJtnIcLT51pTdbP4XV6lZf3IsDy2N66S0g815j3zCk97sLxJ9R8ZnrB8uRYquieJD1s4b61EYti0Tn4CucEY8Um36azdzmZVucr/s400/DSC_0038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604616027495482114" /></a>Always on the move, he is way too busy for a camera happy Mama.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbiqVIcLVsgEFl-dS6CEfhDgxZGduYo72rPYNMXdBMkShcbWxmMZPzwKzkKV4-n6UKCyOqHVdbX3dw-a7xDRGkAmlfqDOwPjEmq8GIImdoqu1sPVn3Ed4hpRlFQhoZWdPgJW1jSrCdkSLe/s1600/DSC_0023.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbiqVIcLVsgEFl-dS6CEfhDgxZGduYo72rPYNMXdBMkShcbWxmMZPzwKzkKV4-n6UKCyOqHVdbX3dw-a7xDRGkAmlfqDOwPjEmq8GIImdoqu1sPVn3Ed4hpRlFQhoZWdPgJW1jSrCdkSLe/s400/DSC_0023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604616020714418722" /></a>My darling little Sophy Loafs. She still thinks the camera is cool, she even says, "Cheeeez" when she smiles! She is hell on wheels, watch out boys, she will be able to take ya. No joke.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Spvh7iC8RpzuiC9YleASGP0XqJaV4cf4k3Fjz0Xm8s6izAUfEcfQ1IYzcIZc0vmeDiJ40ttc_PwnlLTQmBK2QstLp4JdOkN9fUJG9V0qxTA3I_-5e7H9FTwTB9dgItVigFv8wox76L3D/s1600/DSC_0017.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Spvh7iC8RpzuiC9YleASGP0XqJaV4cf4k3Fjz0Xm8s6izAUfEcfQ1IYzcIZc0vmeDiJ40ttc_PwnlLTQmBK2QstLp4JdOkN9fUJG9V0qxTA3I_-5e7H9FTwTB9dgItVigFv8wox76L3D/s400/DSC_0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604616015919363682" /></a><div><br /></div></div>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-77160533927454779922011-05-09T00:04:00.000-07:002011-05-09T00:20:13.107-07:00Surfside 2011<div>We went to the condo in April. It remains my favorite little getaway, it is so peaceful and quiet. I love to just sit back and enjoy my children, without the constant, I need to do this, that, and the other looming in the background. The weather was wonderful. We had fun playing in the sand, swimming, going for walks, and being lazy. We even headed down to the golf range where we watched Daddy be the fantastic player he is. The kids are becoming so much fun, I love the little friendship <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Leify</span> and Sophie are developing, and seeing them begin to play together nicely for a change. We will be sad to miss out on going for a year while it's closed for renovations, but we are excited for all the upgrades, and seeing what the finished product looks like!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We've seen this guy before, in the same tree outside the condo, but the picture opportunity is too good to pass up. There are few things in nature as majestic as the Bald Eagle.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCHl1LFw0HiDL6gfdQud6kEYaI0WqDwg2nU6tq-WJKmV_FD44ae5-YkVMQH1Au-l93YYgXmUh_7bDiBU2QtAYS0dHOwK34oJJxA0JidUSrhTS0fdLS430FkKbKliFny0E3-bWjz6A4bSa/s1600/DSC_0225.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCHl1LFw0HiDL6gfdQud6kEYaI0WqDwg2nU6tq-WJKmV_FD44ae5-YkVMQH1Au-l93YYgXmUh_7bDiBU2QtAYS0dHOwK34oJJxA0JidUSrhTS0fdLS430FkKbKliFny0E3-bWjz6A4bSa/s400/DSC_0225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604610893523630706" /></a>I wonder when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Soph</span> will figure out sand doesn't taste good, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hmmm</span>.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIiZqXfuH3i0W9lkRutlw7jwSrvksxe9BYngS5Wxa5aU6hWOHeFHuTNyLqiy2l1-Vyobhscxil7qi_6XhPgge5vc5jhIkcHP-JOoTy14r_DzVGyz-5-6FyJoFUvHzWBLXFY5UL451H0Zon/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIiZqXfuH3i0W9lkRutlw7jwSrvksxe9BYngS5Wxa5aU6hWOHeFHuTNyLqiy2l1-Vyobhscxil7qi_6XhPgge5vc5jhIkcHP-JOoTy14r_DzVGyz-5-6FyJoFUvHzWBLXFY5UL451H0Zon/s400/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604610886122833330" /></a>Whenever we head into Long Beach we drive the Coast, the kids love doing "cookies" in the sand, taking turns driving on Daddy's lap, and watching the "lotion" (ocean). The fire dept was out and about on Saturday morning. Pretty neat truck.<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEM0tUn79z-H4MfzLmlGk2zzdARJdihuVhQWBC917cnv1weOTdQkOugIE6Hj2JxDH0g9DA_Cuxh3mhiLrkggg7AhHz7dUWOZDcWaNPKiAfEwTArs4e7L3GO0GngLUaVHz-LZXICSeIfzNH/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEM0tUn79z-H4MfzLmlGk2zzdARJdihuVhQWBC917cnv1weOTdQkOugIE6Hj2JxDH0g9DA_Cuxh3mhiLrkggg7AhHz7dUWOZDcWaNPKiAfEwTArs4e7L3GO0GngLUaVHz-LZXICSeIfzNH/s400/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604610874649889746" /></a>My little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Soren</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Pourin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Punkin</span> Pie. This baby is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">soooo</span> sweet. But, he's a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">puker</span>, hence the picture. I needed to chronicle this! Ha. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Leify</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Soph</span> combined have nothing, NOTHING, on this little man. He spits up all the time. My family will confirm this fact. My poor little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">niece</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Camryn</span> has gotten the worst of it...puke in her hair, glasses, you name it, he's done it. But, he's cute, so that makes up for it...kinda ;)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPktOBP4eJARPOWsrD7AfIo-923NcBhJMonP2__TKIYroPyD_4jmEvKqrDLdjFVG4t3WkhNqDraCHk3xdZl2SH_MeXAaBHGaTG2JRT3yobSjnPuDDhDxxrRRPxDoIDDfGpWMJk2immbWp/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPktOBP4eJARPOWsrD7AfIo-923NcBhJMonP2__TKIYroPyD_4jmEvKqrDLdjFVG4t3WkhNqDraCHk3xdZl2SH_MeXAaBHGaTG2JRT3yobSjnPuDDhDxxrRRPxDoIDDfGpWMJk2immbWp/s400/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604610869753428002" /></a><div><br /></div></div>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-35463017831668178752011-04-11T15:20:00.000-07:002011-04-11T15:24:23.662-07:00Sophie's Big Girl Room<div>The day has come, Soph has a big girl room, to go along with that sassy big girl attitude she's been sporting lately.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOr93E11SmjvDtHMHouBzszIRoP-rwBvk89FZOVrUBHHYdItz3qrMD0K02gpzm7zOVwgkB3n1XfXcMZrQkx8-Fpsvi1v43HT613OJrVr30-GfdsFg5YdflLvfuAVfPVY0PjzTgBkMSUANr/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOr93E11SmjvDtHMHouBzszIRoP-rwBvk89FZOVrUBHHYdItz3qrMD0K02gpzm7zOVwgkB3n1XfXcMZrQkx8-Fpsvi1v43HT613OJrVr30-GfdsFg5YdflLvfuAVfPVY0PjzTgBkMSUANr/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594455183826147122" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbSOn2TIRVPkowBCVFagUpa5pyccnEggnExT5UM1sw9jpLwvdyJzWHroK7nxfN4TLTdXaCPi0iYBN9IkAmJoMMHct3ip_btLXpGaCyF6xMiNei3bl_C1Va1YT1FeOO4_cTA7ulbQh8_9m/s1600/DSC_0002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbSOn2TIRVPkowBCVFagUpa5pyccnEggnExT5UM1sw9jpLwvdyJzWHroK7nxfN4TLTdXaCPi0iYBN9IkAmJoMMHct3ip_btLXpGaCyF6xMiNei3bl_C1Va1YT1FeOO4_cTA7ulbQh8_9m/s400/DSC_0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594455180803512226" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOUpkE8wEF7fZGp8dXIZZtIRWhVKtsy0XvmHbhuJeyZQmwjM-5j3iqg9XhCuuO5PqmqU66_T59ObUTxh67VYdymofqhhGzQVWmTkXcCtqm8UAGBoI123yuYtqzlVwUZaGEijrQptZJL0MS/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOUpkE8wEF7fZGp8dXIZZtIRWhVKtsy0XvmHbhuJeyZQmwjM-5j3iqg9XhCuuO5PqmqU66_T59ObUTxh67VYdymofqhhGzQVWmTkXcCtqm8UAGBoI123yuYtqzlVwUZaGEijrQptZJL0MS/s400/DSC_0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594455174557501922" /></a>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-37074506829868996432011-03-29T10:20:00.001-07:002011-03-29T10:27:55.182-07:00The Other Two<div>These two, boy, do they keep me busy. Who needs to go to the gym?!? I have a 3 and 1 year old, <b><i>on top</i></b> of the 4 month old! Luckily, for me, they're <i>occasionally </i>easily occupied. Love these two little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kidlets</span>! Everyday is filled with laughter, learning, and topped with a cherry of a frizzled, frumpy Mom. But, I wouldn't have it any other way. It is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">privilege</span> to be these kiddos Mom, and take a front seat to the wonder they are. </div><div><br /></div>Exhibit A:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAiAlrwu2fxaUy2JmJSReDNvgSExOyPdXTy6wm-E6M9_qT9a524EQbQ2scIJJgaGRGkY79iOE5Htof8dpQuCjeN07wHN23QTJ-n2eqCqlVrCBTLKhCZg4lgdEa6neDnjUVf4QPVV57DFt/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAiAlrwu2fxaUy2JmJSReDNvgSExOyPdXTy6wm-E6M9_qT9a524EQbQ2scIJJgaGRGkY79iOE5Htof8dpQuCjeN07wHN23QTJ-n2eqCqlVrCBTLKhCZg4lgdEa6neDnjUVf4QPVV57DFt/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589553379012937634" /></a><br />Exhibit B:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU38myRMiUdqzB2Tl_vL8K0pBzSClTt0LMR3PrHJ5X5bIIIbqKPGnz8EmPw8xnsSZKq7LC2HdHHytlQgYh_rmtrEHeaOyoD05ZDKDITeeSDrM5KiqcI8W9Tb2SBp3VnnHfqQJmUbI6YECd/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU38myRMiUdqzB2Tl_vL8K0pBzSClTt0LMR3PrHJ5X5bIIIbqKPGnz8EmPw8xnsSZKq7LC2HdHHytlQgYh_rmtrEHeaOyoD05ZDKDITeeSDrM5KiqcI8W9Tb2SBp3VnnHfqQJmUbI6YECd/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589553373469175698" /></a>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-7788374471235614672011-03-29T10:06:00.000-07:002011-03-29T10:13:17.749-07:00Soren @ 4 months<div>Can someone please tell me how in the world <b><i>4 months</i></b>, I repeat <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">4 months</span></i></b>, has gone by already?!? I adore this little boy, he has such a sweet, calm, sometimes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mischievous</span> personality. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here are his 4 month stats: <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Length</span>: 25 1/4 (75%) Weight: 14lbs 7oz (50%)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJvJ4aOVkPaRXWDBmrygibk0RqyoI2AnWUssfVfgJeKBgJUOiJVmNAfD2vCy4tvE9-ZyA6gfUz84XJjuCxy1KpPrQRgbFJu8mvRZl8r4pqCMdU1pNhifawP-x01MejqfXIDffdksPUxdm/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJvJ4aOVkPaRXWDBmrygibk0RqyoI2AnWUssfVfgJeKBgJUOiJVmNAfD2vCy4tvE9-ZyA6gfUz84XJjuCxy1KpPrQRgbFJu8mvRZl8r4pqCMdU1pNhifawP-x01MejqfXIDffdksPUxdm/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589549945823613122" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_KylpmibVOE_JBcUu98S2gsz3yxW-2qiVr3LqDwyPCMhuNtNibCyXkk5oxdFhyphenhyphenvykM0SoLh3Z4ZJJQMDfIkCG5z946m1jmzk-jLTkWO0Km66wfBAO6VUeKkUfxOZsg6M_5fFBNhDGUPG/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_KylpmibVOE_JBcUu98S2gsz3yxW-2qiVr3LqDwyPCMhuNtNibCyXkk5oxdFhyphenhyphenvykM0SoLh3Z4ZJJQMDfIkCG5z946m1jmzk-jLTkWO0Km66wfBAO6VUeKkUfxOZsg6M_5fFBNhDGUPG/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589549942756755186" /></a>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-64620370652259124622011-03-03T22:04:00.001-08:002011-03-03T22:21:05.027-08:00Thankful ThursdayEveryone is asleep, and I am reveling in this rare time I can call my own. During the chaos I call my day, I tend to focus on the negative, whether than on what <b><i>IS </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">good, what is going right, and what I am happy about. I have three little beings that need me, constantly, endlessly...sometimes I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">overwhelmed</span>. </span><i>I could not do this alone. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">That leads me to what </span><i>IS <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">good, what is going right, and what I am happy about.</span></i></b><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Leif, I love this man. He is my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">best friend</span>, my provider, my therapist, and the best Daddy I could ask for my kids. He makes an effort to make me laugh, everyday. He tries to dance with me in the kitchen. He listens to me whine...</span><i>A LOT. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">He brings me home girl scout cookies.</span><i> </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">He tells me I'm beautiful. He loves me. </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">My Mama. How would I manage this without her? She helps me </span>SO MUCH. </b>She is always willing to help me, even if it means postponing something I am sure she would rather be doing. I can always count on her help.</div><div><br /></div><div>My Dad. This guy. Man, he cracks me up. I enjoy the little snickers I can only share with him. He makes me happy, just to see his bald onion head. (<i><b>Yes</b></i>, Dad, I really did just type that)</div><div><br /></div><div>My Sister, Tammy. Just recently we've made an effort to strengthen our relationship. It means <b><i>a lot</i></b> to me. I have missed her. </div>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-5474254364925426612011-03-03T21:39:00.001-08:002011-03-03T21:53:08.816-08:00Soren<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjETFM9WoMSR4UG6YT_TCjGczIobERky_Q6eJ1e8A-HEZ1Pv4L8d9lezE7uy1vApPXizrLsBSsc5MRWSvrHT7uHWyrRW2wLt_br-54dO4kfjsCDTNNnMNuj85MMgcoupJPFkgmSIgfcF3kp/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjETFM9WoMSR4UG6YT_TCjGczIobERky_Q6eJ1e8A-HEZ1Pv4L8d9lezE7uy1vApPXizrLsBSsc5MRWSvrHT7uHWyrRW2wLt_br-54dO4kfjsCDTNNnMNuj85MMgcoupJPFkgmSIgfcF3kp/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580095632371533682" /></a>How did I get so lucky? This little man is the best baby ever. And, I really do mean <b><i>EVER. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">He is so happy, and smiley, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">laughy</span>, and cute, and kissable, and a good sleeper, and, and and...I could go on forever. I really don't know what I would do if he wasn't exactly the way he is. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">certainly</span> wouldn't be typing this little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">diddy</span> up. I'd be in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">loony</span> bin. Some days are so freaking </span>HARD. </b><i>Even when he is perfection is soft squishy skin.</i> 3 kids 3 and under is not for the weak, let me tell you. If I get my teeth brushed, I feel I have accomplished something. I have abandoned all rules with this one. He sleeps with one hand rested on my boob at night, and sleeps whenever he wants during the day. And you know what? <b><i>I'm loving it. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Each morning I am greeted with a big, huge, gummy c<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">heshire</span> cat smile. It keeps me sane. It lets me know each morning what my purpose for the day is; </span><i>to love my kids. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">If I get the dishes and the laundry done, well, that will just be an added bonus. </span></b>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-62133255287525468442011-03-03T21:27:00.001-08:002011-03-06T17:06:56.387-08:00Sophie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctopzjVDH-5pkuuYsVePaQjV8kT4xVHouZayRMXIhQmNkdzsupWpOQoi4VgsMGmyRb8lUYXJ0t2vSH-tQ1KoxehQtLRU4cmkD-uGnhs8SkuXgn618g1YA9tC4xAaHbT75KFMeaw6ShXDy/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctopzjVDH-5pkuuYsVePaQjV8kT4xVHouZayRMXIhQmNkdzsupWpOQoi4VgsMGmyRb8lUYXJ0t2vSH-tQ1KoxehQtLRU4cmkD-uGnhs8SkuXgn618g1YA9tC4xAaHbT75KFMeaw6ShXDy/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580092493120756962" /></a>This little Lady, my, oh my. She is crazy! She will <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">definitely</span> be able to hold her own in between her two brothers. <b><i>No problem. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">She is still in awe of her big brother, she MUST do everything he does. It is so funny to watch her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">weeble</span> over to him, after him, with him, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">unfortunately</span> away from him...she is his shadow. She has started screaming, wow. </span><i>Wow.</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> She <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">definitely</span> lets me know if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Leify</span> has done something wrong, is about to do something wrong, or is even looking at her funny, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">haha</span>. She has the system ALL figured out. She loves <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Soren</span>, she loves to smother him with kisses, in between trying to push him off my lap. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Geeze</span>. Some of her words are, of course Mama and Dada, Ball, Jack, Uh Oh, All Done, Bye Bye, Grandpa (much to his pleasure), Drink, Baby, Thank You... I think there is more, but I am drawing a blank...</span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I love this lady, she is truly my little sunshine, she always has a smile and a kiss for me. I'm glad to have a little diva in the house, we've got to keep these boys in line ;)</span></b></div>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867683728687690970.post-90313191019357194522011-03-03T21:20:00.000-08:002011-03-03T21:56:21.298-08:00Leif<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtaV384bq5bMjF5ogBvlcwe5ZQMqtCAQ6cLOEjPuNl7jOPhaAy0M_571nzmgLvxgCHNpKjE4C1P7FQPFpWWcgF3WO5CGvHmbmHy3ETDUC-ejamBNwVl9yVjdL4IKdSHsMTuZhEzBBJoJ-x/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtaV384bq5bMjF5ogBvlcwe5ZQMqtCAQ6cLOEjPuNl7jOPhaAy0M_571nzmgLvxgCHNpKjE4C1P7FQPFpWWcgF3WO5CGvHmbmHy3ETDUC-ejamBNwVl9yVjdL4IKdSHsMTuZhEzBBJoJ-x/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580090805125921602" /></a>This little man gets bigger and bigger each day. He is full of questions, has boundless energy, and has me asking, "Will he ever stop?!?" everyday. The things that come out of his mouth, my gosh, they seriously make me laugh...hysterically. The kid is 3 going on 30. Not kidding. <div>Some of his favorites <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lately</span> are, "Jake and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Neverland</span></span> Pirates" (so cute), <b><i>anything Daddy, </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Leify</span> adores his Daddy</i>, every morning he comes into my room and asks me where he is, </span></b>playing catch, <b><i>tormenting his sister</i></b>, playing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wii</span></span>, and helping me in the kitchen. I love this little guy. Today while talking to my brother Pat on the phone, when asked what he did today he replied, "Oh, I was just playing catch, with my friend. My friend, Mom." The kid <i>melts my heart</i>. Love him. </div>Lurlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747379750235173466noreply@blogger.com1