tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51968030014515160442024-02-08T07:43:51.973-08:00Three is the new TwoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger239125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-85644333491120280772010-10-26T00:10:00.000-07:002010-10-26T00:13:19.573-07:00moving on....Hi. So I've moved - now you can get the same thrilling wit and banter, just at a different address! Check me out here:<br /><br /><a href="http://butlerfive.wordpress.com/">http://butlerfive.wordpress.com/<br /></a><br />And you can also find me here:<br /><br /><a href="http://thisandthatdesign.wordpress.com/">http://thisandthatdesign.wordpress.com/</a><br /><br />thanks for sticking around through that little 3 month (ahem) vacation. catch me over on wordpress!<br /><br />SarahUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-87089055566225148152010-07-20T09:28:00.000-07:002010-07-20T09:31:38.189-07:00put me in the corner.just do it. put me in the corner. i'm a very, very bad blogger. i keep saying i'm going to change, i've even fired myself once or twice, and nothing seems to get through. i'm a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad blogger. i should be put into a very long timeout. in my room. where my bed is. and could you leave me a stack of books, while you're at it? i'll punish myself by not coming out until i've read them all.<br /><br />anyhow, easiest way to catch up? see that big orange section in the post below? well, just keep watching. as i update, those orange parts will turn into green parts, which means you can click on them and a link will take you to that entry. I promise, i'll work hard. as soon as i'm done with all those books. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-17704393394381308022010-06-03T17:06:00.000-07:002010-08-09T11:44:22.391-07:00staggering.It really is staggering, how fast time has started to run on me. I know I probably sound as though I am 172 years old, but it's true. Time runs faster when you grow old.<br />And even though I'm pretty sure I don't have more than 4.7 readers, I do feel a bit guilty about the little 2 1/2 month hiatus I've taken from blogging. Not because I'm nearly positive that there are people gnashing their teeth and wearing sackcloth because they've been unable to pop in for a witty post or a glimpse of my ADORABLE offspring, but because I know there are nanas and papas and mimis and pas and even super awesome family friends who keep track of our little tribe through this site. So. All teasing about firing myself aside, sorry it's taken me a bit to catch up. In my defense, it's taken me this long just to "catch up" with my life. For reals. HERE'S WHY: (and mind you, this is not a complaint)<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >In the last 3 months we have: <a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/eight-really.html">had a birthday</a>, <a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/nana-papa.html">had a visit from nana & papa</a>, <a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-was-herefor-about-6-minutes.html">gone to the zoo</a>, <a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/erin-go-braugh.html">had cupcakes for st. paddy's day</a>, spent <a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break-mimi-hoooray.html">spring break</a> with mimi here in oregon, gone to the aquarium, spent a bunch of days at the <a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/yummy.html">beach</a>, spent <a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-on-farm.html">easter</a> on a farm, then gone <a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/snow.html">snowboarding</a> for the weekend, brought mimi & pa back to watch the kids while we snuck away to <a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-heart-ny.html">NYC</a> for 5 blissful, wonderful, etc...days, <a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/05/baseball.html">started baseball (playing AND coaching)</a>, started karate, earned a new yellow belt, had another birthday, had a girls trip to Hawaii, had preschool graduation, had an anniversary, had ANOTHER birthday, (party for which is yet to come) and it doesn't show ANY SIGNS OF SLOWING. DO YOU HEAR ME, INTERNET??</span> I'm realizing something, here:<br />THIS IS NOW MY LIFE. It doesn't ever slow down - it just keeps getting faster. More people start playing sports. And demanding that you drive them places, like to play with their friends and such, and feed them THREE TIMES A DAY. OR MORE. It's staggering. So, I'm going to work hard to catch up and show you what we've done. It might not be witty, or bitingly sarcastic (well, it probably will be that) but there are pictures. Lots, and lots of pictures. So - here goes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-24532415000488118972010-05-25T11:17:00.000-07:002010-08-09T11:43:06.858-07:00baseball.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBKjQVLusI/AAAAAAAADXc/Y4x_Ilpu1rY/s1600/at+bat.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBKjQVLusI/AAAAAAAADXc/Y4x_Ilpu1rY/s320/at+bat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503480714186439362" border="0" /></a><br />baseball season is upon us. playing, and coaching, and practicing, and lawn chairs and snack bags and the baby sisters pushing dollies around in tiny strollers. i would love it more if i wasn't putting a puffy down vest on my kid for games, in JUNE. i'd love it more if we hadn't had 4 rainouts so far. but it's baseball. it's striking out, getting on base, tagging home and little boys cheering and clapping. it's keeping score for the first time, it's shoulders up, faces grinning, or even taking a ball to the face. (poor jackson!) we didn't win a lot of games. we had fun. we played baseball. we pitched the kids who wanted to try, not just the ones who could get it over the plate. we took them to ice cream. we ate sunflower seeds. i love it. i grew up on it. what else do you really need?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJA80UiSI/AAAAAAAADWs/tTBVVSQkYfg/s1600/on+the+bench.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJA80UiSI/AAAAAAAADWs/tTBVVSQkYfg/s320/on+the+bench.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503479025321150754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJAYaVsaI/AAAAAAAADWk/gY8zfLElaSI/s1600/coach.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJAYaVsaI/AAAAAAAADWk/gY8zfLElaSI/s320/coach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503479015548498338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >we think the coach is pretty hot. and he multi-tasks, too. </span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBIUNnzKfI/AAAAAAAADWc/Vx1E15Uurag/s1600/he+can+multi-task.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBIUNnzKfI/AAAAAAAADWc/Vx1E15Uurag/s320/he+can+multi-task.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503478256737921522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBITV39yEI/AAAAAAAADWU/iQWH8ogpGgw/s1600/tiny.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBITV39yEI/AAAAAAAADWU/iQWH8ogpGgw/s320/tiny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503478241773340738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBHhN-1zrI/AAAAAAAADWM/xDzpbi_Ey8I/s1600/waiting+on+second.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBHhN-1zrI/AAAAAAAADWM/xDzpbi_Ey8I/s320/waiting+on+second.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503477380661235378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJ6AlLUKI/AAAAAAAADW8/nZJZGi7mQ98/s1600/IMG_2007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJ6AlLUKI/AAAAAAAADW8/nZJZGi7mQ98/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503480005583917218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >the pitcher...</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBHgvvBCJI/AAAAAAAADWE/gaeN0ozEYpY/s1600/playing+third.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBHgvvBCJI/AAAAAAAADWE/gaeN0ozEYpY/s320/playing+third.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503477372541798546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >the crowd goes wild!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJ7T7ajwI/AAAAAAAADXU/sjxy_EJ38Ck/s1600/IMG_2061.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJ7T7ajwI/AAAAAAAADXU/sjxy_EJ38Ck/s320/IMG_2061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503480027957333762" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJ7D4-SUI/AAAAAAAADXM/9VYSxju5oP0/s1600/IMG_2057.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJ7D4-SUI/AAAAAAAADXM/9VYSxju5oP0/s320/IMG_2057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503480023652124994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJ6dkgWmI/AAAAAAAADXE/vfJJfoy7fa0/s1600/IMG_2056.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJ6dkgWmI/AAAAAAAADXE/vfJJfoy7fa0/s320/IMG_2056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503480013365729890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >the mama, keeping busy</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJ50SsgHI/AAAAAAAADW0/42kNBph7Q6Y/s1600/IMG_1811.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBJ50SsgHI/AAAAAAAADW0/42kNBph7Q6Y/s320/IMG_1811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503480002285174898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >the girls...</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBHfjoaQ3I/AAAAAAAADV8/oSpZ7zZb7e8/s1600/playing+dolls.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBHfjoaQ3I/AAAAAAAADV8/oSpZ7zZb7e8/s320/playing+dolls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503477352112997234" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-75419764841628351202010-05-24T12:21:00.000-07:002010-06-09T11:54:04.833-07:00fired.hi. so, in an effort to promote efficiency, reliability, and consistency around these here blog-parts, i've fired the blogger. she's been a COMPLETE slacker lately. i mean, it's like she hasn't even SHOWN UP to work in over two months! and get a load of that header - it still says WINTER. winter. and it CLEARLY is no longer winter. it's almost like she's had a million other things taking priority - birthdays, jaunts to NYC, visits from family, trips to Hawaii - jeeze. like i said - slacker. however, i'm I MEAN SHE's applying to be reinstated. so, we'll see how it goes. check back in a few days and we'll see if she got her job back. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-87431913093918414862010-04-18T11:12:00.000-07:002010-08-09T16:55:56.531-07:00i heart ny.<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >new york.</span> in april. things are blooming, and there's sunshine, and there's the plaza hotel, and central park, and the babies are all safe at home, loving time with their mimi & pa. we snuck away for a few days, shawn working, me just, well, alone. with my camera, in new york city. for four days. shawn was worried i wouldn't have enough to do, or that i might get lonely. all by myself. for the first time in, well, you know - since the dinosaurs and all. oh, it was glorious. i loved it all. except for the one day i got a tiny bit turned around, and walked about 14 blocks in the wrong direction. but even then, i loved it. i'm breaking it down by days, because there were a LOT of photos. like, a lot. you can also see the whole set on <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/sets/72157624200575724/">flickr</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/nyc-day-one.html">day one.</a><br /><a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-two-brooklyn-and-tiny-m.html">day two.</a><br /><a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/nyc-days-3-4.html">day three.<br />day four.</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-19053825832723648172010-04-17T21:58:00.000-07:002010-08-09T16:54:27.489-07:00nyc days 3 & 4Ugh. it's new york, right people? so you understand that there is so much to tell, and so much to do, and there was almost an entire day spent wandering through soho and visiting some shops i'd been yearning to get inside for a long, long time. there was dinner with shawn in a quirky, dark pub. there was a confection from vesuvius bakery in soho that included these things: toasted, crusty seeded sourdough bread, warm sweet ricotta cheese, and a drizzle of SPICY CARAMEL SAUCE. yep. there was <a href="http://www.purlsoho.com/purl">purl soho</a>, and of course, <a href="http://www.glassybaby.com/">glassybaby</a> nyc. there was cappucino all by myself, just sitting at a little bar inside a shop and enjoying it. there was plenty of time to photograph all the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/sets/72157624204776588/">buildings, bikes,</a> and yarn i felt like. there was a bath ordered up from our personal butler service, ready and waiting for me when i walked in the room. (shut. up. there are people who live like this? really? shut up.) it was unreal. really. a series of days, IN A ROW, where i was responsible for no one but myself. tomorrow, our last day. greenmarket, sunday brunch. mmmm.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBPBqgPfAI/AAAAAAAADX0/xq1DWXmU42U/s1600/IMG_1600.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBPBqgPfAI/AAAAAAAADX0/xq1DWXmU42U/s320/IMG_1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503485634654731266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBQFSblJUI/AAAAAAAADYE/TerGfskJbr8/s1600/purl2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBQFSblJUI/AAAAAAAADYE/TerGfskJbr8/s320/purl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503486796423832898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBPB2iGWaI/AAAAAAAADX8/j17cJC6cdNs/s1600/IMG_1595.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBPB2iGWaI/AAAAAAAADX8/j17cJC6cdNs/s320/IMG_1595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503485637883746722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBQGPwJFbI/AAAAAAAADYM/A6yejO7pODk/s1600/glassybaby2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBQGPwJFbI/AAAAAAAADYM/A6yejO7pODk/s320/glassybaby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503486812884637106" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGCP-tbvHKI/AAAAAAAADYc/HHpcrHhDUUc/s1600/spicycaramel%26ricotta.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGCP-tbvHKI/AAAAAAAADYc/HHpcrHhDUUc/s320/spicycaramel%26ricotta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503557052157336738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBPBc0PzBI/AAAAAAAADXs/llzODCKeFSg/s1600/IMG_1608.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBPBc0PzBI/AAAAAAAADXs/llzODCKeFSg/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503485630980541458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGCP-POBPUI/AAAAAAAADYU/Q0ZPC7COiKk/s1600/shawnportrait1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGCP-POBPUI/AAAAAAAADYU/Q0ZPC7COiKk/s320/shawnportrait1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503557044046740802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGCS0hk8iHI/AAAAAAAADYs/TVkO7lhl7UE/s1600/yellowbike.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGCS0hk8iHI/AAAAAAAADYs/TVkO7lhl7UE/s320/yellowbike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503560175710931058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGCSz_ghpJI/AAAAAAAADYk/swfgSP6k8gc/s1600/cookies.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGCSz_ghpJI/AAAAAAAADYk/swfgSP6k8gc/s320/cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503560166565586066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBPA9sADTI/AAAAAAAADXk/jWbjANeN7to/s1600/IMG_1613.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TGBPA9sADTI/AAAAAAAADXk/jWbjANeN7to/s320/IMG_1613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503485622624455986" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-72915086246968914962010-04-15T22:41:00.000-07:002010-08-04T15:01:59.124-07:00day two. brooklyn and tiny m&m's.brooklyn. took the subway to brooklyn, all by myself. felt like a big girl in my big girl panties and pretty sunglasses. brooklyn botanical gardens was a delight, cherry trees all in bloom, nannies and babies roaming, tourists, tiny old ladies, and hipster dads all mingling in delicious sunshine and pink fluff petals. scrumptious. wandered with my camera for quite a few hours.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnXbrRftoI/AAAAAAAADVc/8MGONE6nn9U/s1600/IMG_1584.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnXbrRftoI/AAAAAAAADVc/8MGONE6nn9U/s320/IMG_1584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501665290282317442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnXbLQq3dI/AAAAAAAADVU/-_fbKW-9HH8/s1600/IMG_1587.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnXbLQq3dI/AAAAAAAADVU/-_fbKW-9HH8/s320/IMG_1587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501665281688919506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnXamOJPCI/AAAAAAAADVM/iMfQ9cEIrr0/s1600/cherrytrees.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnXamOJPCI/AAAAAAAADVM/iMfQ9cEIrr0/s320/cherrytrees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501665271746214946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnMMDvFYiI/AAAAAAAADVE/pui8rzsGisY/s1600/saucer+magnolia.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnMMDvFYiI/AAAAAAAADVE/pui8rzsGisY/s320/saucer+magnolia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501652927343059490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnMLjzzyUI/AAAAAAAADU8/metqaYuiHB4/s1600/magnolias2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnMLjzzyUI/AAAAAAAADU8/metqaYuiHB4/s320/magnolias2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501652918772943170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnLneB2ZtI/AAAAAAAADU0/YJfLxMgpxVM/s1600/tulip2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnLneB2ZtI/AAAAAAAADU0/YJfLxMgpxVM/s320/tulip2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501652298745931474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnLmj19-kI/AAAAAAAADUs/2zq1TgA3rAA/s1600/bloomies.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFnLmj19-kI/AAAAAAAADUs/2zq1TgA3rAA/s320/bloomies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501652283126839874" border="0" /></a><br />it was such a beautiful day, really the perfect definition of spring. i headed back to the city, only this time i got even more adventurous and decided to get off a few stops early to go to chinatown. i heard there were some sweet fabric shops just begging to be explored. unfortunately, my innate sense of direction apparently doesn't work from under the ground. i wound up a bit turned around, which was FINE, really. i used my iphone to navigate a bit, ended up in tribeca, which was pretty cool, but the whole sitch got a bit LESS cool when i realized i had wandered about 20 blocks in the wrong direction and was now very close to the financial district. folks, my hotel was by central park. my feet were tired, my camera bag was suddenly very, very heavy, and i decided to give in and just catch a cab. at 5-ish. near the financial district. pause with me now, and then laugh at me. hard. laugh so hard soda snorts out your nose. it only took me 45 min to get a cab that was going the wrong direction. this included one guy who stopped and then laughed at me when i told him where i was going. i didn't cry. really. i didn't. much. when i finally DID get a cab, he'd never heard of the Plaza Hotel. Um. Kay. Then he took me the longest stinking way possible, while I NAVIGATED. FROM THE BACK SEAT. WITH MY IPHONE. and at the end, i just paid him the $40 because my feet hurt and, well, mostly it was just cause my feet hurt. does there need to be a better reason?<br /><br />after i met shawn at the hotel and recovered (read that "had a large glass of wine") in the room for a bit, we headed out for dinner. we ate at a little place the mister usually goes for work, <a href="http://www.trattoriadellarte.com/index.html">trattoria dell'arte</a>, which was super yum. this is why i like traveling with him: i'm kind of a giant wuss/baby/fraidycat when it comes to telling people i don't like what they've given me. for instance, the first table we were shown to was about 2 inches from the table next to it. pretty sure the man next to us was almost in my lap. pretty sure they had to pull the table OUT for shawn to get in. not exactly the nice, romantic dinner date i was looking for. so shawn nicely, but firmly, asked for another table. we chose to sit on the little street patio, which had heaters, and was sweet and lovely. DISCLAIMER: this is how you know you live in oregon: when it starts to rain (sprinkle, really) on said patio, and the wind picks up, you just put on your sweater. and then about 20 min later, you realize that every soul that was sitting on the patio but you has gone inside, and you didn't notice. and the waiters don't want to come out and serve you. :) anyhow, we finished up our bottle of wine and by that time the rain had stopped, and we went walking towards times square. not because we love it all that much, but because we had made a promise to our baby girl that we'd bring her tiny m&m's from the store in new york. and we did. $30 later. ha.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFni7yKwJbI/AAAAAAAADV0/koZw_y2FO-I/s1600/IMG_1588.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFni7yKwJbI/AAAAAAAADV0/koZw_y2FO-I/s320/IMG_1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501677936516801970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFni7hJ32cI/AAAAAAAADVs/OSLDZigdPl8/s1600/IMG_1589.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFni7hJ32cI/AAAAAAAADVs/OSLDZigdPl8/s320/IMG_1589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501677931949709762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFni7PubeqI/AAAAAAAADVk/vatwGcP7CNg/s1600/IMG_1591.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TFni7PubeqI/AAAAAAAADVk/vatwGcP7CNg/s320/IMG_1591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501677927271201442" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-47101258693960090172010-04-14T11:19:00.000-07:002010-07-22T23:41:09.623-07:00nyc, day one.i'll pretty much do anything to get the heck out of here for a few days, including being willing to basically spend the night in the airport. we met my parents after their flight, which got in at like 11:15. our flight left at 6:30 the next morning, so we did a handoff, giving them our car and crashing out at the airport until we could check in at 4:3o. other than witnessing a guy get patted down by the coppers and then calmly inform them of his outstanding drug warrant, the weed in his shoe, and the needles (recently used) in his bag, it was a pretty uneventful night. we tried to get some rest.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXp0WMWQRI/AAAAAAAADSs/RMG6VtpqzVw/s1600/IMG_1563.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXp0WMWQRI/AAAAAAAADSs/RMG6VtpqzVw/s320/IMG_1563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496056005795397906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXpz0XvKoI/AAAAAAAADSk/Lbmmb-YKcqI/s1600/IMG_1561.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXpz0XvKoI/AAAAAAAADSk/Lbmmb-YKcqI/s320/IMG_1561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496055996716362370" border="0" /></a><br />we landed at JFK early, like 9 a.m., and headed into the city. my man looks good in the city, folks. i'm just sayin. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXqdzZ7jKI/AAAAAAAADS0/_fgqCQF5k4Q/s1600/IMG_1564.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXqdzZ7jKI/AAAAAAAADS0/_fgqCQF5k4Q/s320/IMG_1564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496056718011632802" border="0" /></a><br />we checked into our hotel early...because when you're staying at the Plaza, and you're a president's club member, that's how you roll. they offered to carry our bags up and have our personal butler (no pun) unpack for us, but i kinda felt like that was a little much. i had a vision of a man in white gloves fluffing out my spanx, and that was enough to make me politely decline.<br />anyhow - the Plaza. There's a reason Eloise liked it so much, folks. it's scrumptious.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEkr2Sez8UI/AAAAAAAADTM/2X-Y2CDGFBw/s1600/theplaza.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEkr2Sez8UI/AAAAAAAADTM/2X-Y2CDGFBw/s320/theplaza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496973031856402754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEkr11JZYNI/AAAAAAAADTE/-yy4Knip6To/s1600/theplazaroom.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEkr11JZYNI/AAAAAAAADTE/-yy4Knip6To/s320/theplazaroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496973023981953234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEkr1G06QUI/AAAAAAAADS8/K0bCtCSw8UI/s1600/IMG_1565.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEkr1G06QUI/AAAAAAAADS8/K0bCtCSw8UI/s320/IMG_1565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496973011547996482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Shawn had to run to a meeting, so he let me loose on the city. can you even believe it? and here's how much of a GIANT nerd i am - i went straight to the New York Public Library. right? i like it there. it's pretty, and quiet, and just full of books. sigh.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEkyH0U4fWI/AAAAAAAADTc/oHGa7bgPd-M/s1600/library+lions.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEkyH0U4fWI/AAAAAAAADTc/oHGa7bgPd-M/s320/library+lions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496979930069106018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEkyHKuRYeI/AAAAAAAADTU/KkM4ehPIWy8/s1600/library+hall.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEkyHKuRYeI/AAAAAAAADTU/KkM4ehPIWy8/s320/library+hall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496979918901305826" border="0" /></a><br />somehow, i managed to while away the afternoon. sunset found me meeting the mister in central park for a walk.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk0k5xaObI/AAAAAAAADTs/InYr7YLaz5c/s1600/lake+at+dusk.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk0k5xaObI/AAAAAAAADTs/InYr7YLaz5c/s320/lake+at+dusk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496982628770396594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk0kfp8hyI/AAAAAAAADTk/RTHCFDzSrT8/s1600/central+park+glow.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk0kfp8hyI/AAAAAAAADTk/RTHCFDzSrT8/s320/central+park+glow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496982621759768354" border="0" /></a><br />We even dressed up (heels, people, HIGH heels. i kid you not) for dinner and drinks out - dinner at <a href="http://www.fivepointsrestaurant.com/">Five Points</a> (yuuuuummmmeeeeey) and drinks with my sister-in-law's sister (our family is cool!) at one of my most fave new places ever...<a href="http://www.pravdany.com/home.php">Pravda</a>....which is essentially a russian speakeasy that is UNDER THE GROUND, peeps. they sell about 18 trillion different kinds of vodka, i couldn't read the "men" & "women" signs on the bathrooms (they were in russian), and my fresh pear martini was killer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk3IAmJ_-I/AAAAAAAADUU/6ie5dmYF4JI/s1600/IMG_1571.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk3IAmJ_-I/AAAAAAAADUU/6ie5dmYF4JI/s320/IMG_1571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496985430920921058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk3HkDjTbI/AAAAAAAADUM/s4Yq6LK-pb4/s1600/IMG_1577.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk3HkDjTbI/AAAAAAAADUM/s4Yq6LK-pb4/s320/IMG_1577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496985423259585970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk3HYHFlhI/AAAAAAAADUE/NmtnGFjbdTs/s1600/IMG_1573.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk3HYHFlhI/AAAAAAAADUE/NmtnGFjbdTs/s320/IMG_1573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496985420053190162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk3HF2tCUI/AAAAAAAADT8/Qme8je8wLIw/s1600/IMG_1581.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk3HF2tCUI/AAAAAAAADT8/Qme8je8wLIw/s320/IMG_1581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496985415152634178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk3GnPqgHI/AAAAAAAADT0/w8BJrJc-49M/s1600/IMG_1580.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk3GnPqgHI/AAAAAAAADT0/w8BJrJc-49M/s320/IMG_1580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496985406935826546" border="0" /></a><br />we even passed possibly my favorite window display of all time....before we caught a cab back to our little slice of heaven.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk4zPjY4wI/AAAAAAAADUk/4CNSCmD70WU/s1600/IMG_1582.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEk4zPjY4wI/AAAAAAAADUk/4CNSCmD70WU/s320/IMG_1582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496987273181848322" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-2967643336262102032010-04-10T10:30:00.000-07:002010-07-20T11:08:51.951-07:00snow.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXhzAexQ1I/AAAAAAAADQ8/nSKnBRltwwA/s1600/snowday.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXhzAexQ1I/AAAAAAAADQ8/nSKnBRltwwA/s320/snowday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496047186694194002" border="0" /></a><br />i like winter. i like it a lot. especially when it stays in the mountains, all the way into april. i like taking off for a quick weekend getaway, staying in a cozy lodge, spending a sunny day on the slopes watching all three of my guys rock the snowboards. i like a baby that naps so i can sit in the lodge, drink coffee, and read. those boys are cute. so is my baby girl, who puts the delicious in snow bunny. (? yes. it's my blog. i can mix metaphors.)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXf62WSe6I/AAAAAAAADQU/BYtmxDhcJSw/s1600/IMG_1511.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXf62WSe6I/AAAAAAAADQU/BYtmxDhcJSw/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496045122389965730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >"weady to go no'bodeing" she says. um.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXlQI_obII/AAAAAAAADSU/uYYPeQhAs9Y/s1600/IMG_1504.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXlQI_obII/AAAAAAAADSU/uYYPeQhAs9Y/s320/IMG_1504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496050985730600066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXf7VVP_EI/AAAAAAAADQc/yheNAzM6ico/s1600/IMG_1517.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXf7VVP_EI/AAAAAAAADQc/yheNAzM6ico/s320/IMG_1517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496045130707106882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >loving that hipstamatic for iphone.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXf7sceWaI/AAAAAAAADQk/M2W13CzXBUo/s1600/IMG_1518.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXf7sceWaI/AAAAAAAADQk/M2W13CzXBUo/s320/IMG_1518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496045136911423906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXfI6V5cbI/AAAAAAAADQM/tP-8VZTOZBs/s1600/aidanlou.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXfI6V5cbI/AAAAAAAADQM/tP-8VZTOZBs/s320/aidanlou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496044264468607410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXfIAUqZhI/AAAAAAAADQE/N0Lo1FJB7lc/s1600/aidanlou2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXfIAUqZhI/AAAAAAAADQE/N0Lo1FJB7lc/s320/aidanlou2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496044248894170642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXh0wPC2lI/AAAAAAAADRM/5acUHjP1sS8/s1600/snowplay.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXh0wPC2lI/AAAAAAAADRM/5acUHjP1sS8/s320/snowplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496047216693008978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXhz_zYZNI/AAAAAAAADRE/xYCp7Hq-dCo/s1600/jacksonb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXhz_zYZNI/AAAAAAAADRE/xYCp7Hq-dCo/s320/jacksonb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496047203692078290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXf70hS_XI/AAAAAAAADQs/uClxPzaSMPk/s1600/IMG_1522.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXf70hS_XI/AAAAAAAADQs/uClxPzaSMPk/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496045139079134578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXf8ZAtR7I/AAAAAAAADQ0/v69-H-0tZCE/s1600/IMG_1526.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXf8ZAtR7I/AAAAAAAADQ0/v69-H-0tZCE/s320/IMG_1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496045148874557362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXiqGRri8I/AAAAAAAADRk/UFB-Ngf2Zuk/s1600/jacksonboards.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXiqGRri8I/AAAAAAAADRk/UFB-Ngf2Zuk/s320/jacksonboards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496048133142711234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXipcG4-bI/AAAAAAAADRc/X6COSH7ux0U/s1600/tiny+snowboard+man.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXipcG4-bI/AAAAAAAADRc/X6COSH7ux0U/s320/tiny+snowboard+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496048121823164850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXioxK2xFI/AAAAAAAADRU/iGcqyrR5Zj8/s1600/snowbaby.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXioxK2xFI/AAAAAAAADRU/iGcqyrR5Zj8/s320/snowbaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496048110297072722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXjfbru7YI/AAAAAAAADRs/PKjbSRSTgII/s1600/IMG_1535.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXjfbru7YI/AAAAAAAADRs/PKjbSRSTgII/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496049049422196098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXlQuE1NDI/AAAAAAAADSc/sPurGKMDfss/s1600/IMG_1546.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXlQuE1NDI/AAAAAAAADSc/sPurGKMDfss/s320/IMG_1546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496050995684521010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXjgLtiuQI/AAAAAAAADR8/3nXTiFaY1ck/s1600/IMG_1554.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXjgLtiuQI/AAAAAAAADR8/3nXTiFaY1ck/s320/IMG_1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496049062314686722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXjglT7PWI/AAAAAAAADSE/KEPgGIVrKS4/s1600/IMG_1552.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXjglT7PWI/AAAAAAAADSE/KEPgGIVrKS4/s320/IMG_1552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496049069186563426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >heading home....</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXjhJlr4HI/AAAAAAAADSM/xH8xOH4-M-4/s1600/IMG_1553.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXjhJlr4HI/AAAAAAAADSM/xH8xOH4-M-4/s320/IMG_1553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496049078924730482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >down the mountain...to spring!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-80382198801946579632010-04-05T09:33:00.000-07:002010-07-20T09:54:44.694-07:00easter on the farm.i like <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" >easter</span>. i like to cook for it, and find fun ways to decorate, and go to church with my kids, and pick out easter outfits, etc, etc, etc. what i do NOT do at easter is go crazy with gigantic easter baskets spilling over with toxic candy products, which are designed solely to send my kids into a tailspin of sugar high/sugar low hysteria and naughtiness. (peeps, i'm sorry. i love you, but we have to end this.)<br /><br />anyhow. this is our first year in a long time that we're not having easter with my fam, which usually involves grilling, eating, lounging, and often napping. and i was kind of thinking about just skipping it. like, going to church, and going to mexican food, and going home for a nap. luckily, our friends rock. they work for wineries who throw giant - and i mean GIANT - easter extravaganzas on their lovely farm, which may or may not include grilled oysters with fresh salsa, as much delicious wine as you can handle, confetti eggs, nature walks (with SINGING) for the kids, easter egg hunts, a giant tree swing, and a general feeling of anticipation for the coming spring, even if it is muddy and drizzling. who cares. did i mention the grilled oysters? and that we all had easter dinner in our mud boots? i love oregon.<br /><br />click <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/sets/72157624080353485/">here</a> for the full set.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXSviyq9zI/AAAAAAAADPM/zSrYItBh2sc/s1600/hunting+coco.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXSviyq9zI/AAAAAAAADPM/zSrYItBh2sc/s320/hunting+coco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496030634510579506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXSu7NIAXI/AAAAAAAADPE/JCsp5Enhc94/s1600/hunting+aidan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXSu7NIAXI/AAAAAAAADPE/JCsp5Enhc94/s320/hunting+aidan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496030623884116338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXSuBOw1UI/AAAAAAAADO8/VQcaiUOJZ78/s1600/three.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXSuBOw1UI/AAAAAAAADO8/VQcaiUOJZ78/s320/three.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496030608321729858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXTZUYlCZI/AAAAAAAADPU/SWpv5L-wR2M/s1600/sharing.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXTZUYlCZI/AAAAAAAADPU/SWpv5L-wR2M/s320/sharing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496031352197548434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXUTGsebZI/AAAAAAAADP0/Z5s89eVxgW4/s1600/themamas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXUTGsebZI/AAAAAAAADP0/Z5s89eVxgW4/s320/themamas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496032344955317650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXUSneWtmI/AAAAAAAADPs/6SZtNnbwuxs/s1600/themama%26thepapa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXUSneWtmI/AAAAAAAADPs/6SZtNnbwuxs/s320/themama%26thepapa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496032336574592610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXUT9p5VQI/AAAAAAAADP8/UoYTZdhbVsg/s1600/walkaboot.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXUT9p5VQI/AAAAAAAADP8/UoYTZdhbVsg/s320/walkaboot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496032359708448002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXTal-nKqI/AAAAAAAADPk/IeNxwYICzr8/s1600/swing3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXTal-nKqI/AAAAAAAADPk/IeNxwYICzr8/s320/swing3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496031374100343458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXTZ6l4qxI/AAAAAAAADPc/fxxQmsDNanU/s1600/pensive.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TEXTZ6l4qxI/AAAAAAAADPc/fxxQmsDNanU/s320/pensive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496031362453908242" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-51586565840926421152010-03-29T11:55:00.000-07:002010-06-09T12:00:40.858-07:00yummy.she's just so <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >yummy</span>, i could eat her. i mean, jeeze, can you even handle that face?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_khDKzneI/AAAAAAAADOg/UtsqEjNFNfM/s1600/hahacoco.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_khDKzneI/AAAAAAAADOg/UtsqEjNFNfM/s320/hahacoco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480850527970631138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_kf43CFKI/AAAAAAAADOY/Keehzdx_9wE/s1600/cocolou2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_kf43CFKI/AAAAAAAADOY/Keehzdx_9wE/s320/cocolou2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480850508023469218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_kJe0NveI/AAAAAAAADOQ/44zTp3TV9j8/s1600/hottubbaby.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_kJe0NveI/AAAAAAAADOQ/44zTp3TV9j8/s320/hottubbaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480850123075206626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_kISLbzNI/AAAAAAAADOI/MEKa0BdOuK4/s1600/cocoseyes.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_kISLbzNI/AAAAAAAADOI/MEKa0BdOuK4/s320/cocoseyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480850102503066834" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-72651479408175651092010-03-28T10:43:00.000-07:002010-06-09T11:47:21.988-07:00spring break + mimi = hoooray!oh, spring break. it's fab all on it's own. but it's even better when Mimi comes to visit. we're still learning this whole "visiting" thing with my parents, because, you know, that thing we're not talking about? how they moved to an ISLAND? in the middle of the PACIFIC OCEAN? anyhow. i digress. mimi was here for a whole week, and we lived it up. <span style="font-size:85%;">(p.s. if you want to skip right to the whole spring break set, click<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/sets/72157623739028998/"> here</a>.)</span><br /><br />we went to the <a href="http://www.aquarium.org/">aquarium</a> in newport.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_V-IC0srI/AAAAAAAADMQ/qkigstRTmpQ/s1600/cocofish.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_V-IC0srI/AAAAAAAADMQ/qkigstRTmpQ/s320/cocofish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480834534821114546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_U4-d0P7I/AAAAAAAADMI/NN_WNT-cGyw/s1600/mimi%26coco.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_U4-d0P7I/AAAAAAAADMI/NN_WNT-cGyw/s320/mimi%26coco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480833346839003058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_U3y1ejTI/AAAAAAAADMA/fIzJOOg5Fxw/s1600/seacucumber.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_U3y1ejTI/AAAAAAAADMA/fIzJOOg5Fxw/s320/seacucumber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480833326537149746" border="0" /></a><br />we had a picnic at the park.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_WlfGYvrI/AAAAAAAADMg/oDO-G1GZ_iA/s1600/cocopark.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_WlfGYvrI/AAAAAAAADMg/oDO-G1GZ_iA/s320/cocopark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480835211024973490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_Wkv_x81I/AAAAAAAADMY/u3S48Hvi1zc/s1600/cocosmile.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_Wkv_x81I/AAAAAAAADMY/u3S48Hvi1zc/s320/cocosmile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480835198380798802" border="0" /></a><br />we played games...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_XU2OhQXI/AAAAAAAADM4/JPVQ7DHjSys/s1600/jengamimi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_XU2OhQXI/AAAAAAAADM4/JPVQ7DHjSys/s320/jengamimi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480836024686952818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_XUHYG1wI/AAAAAAAADMw/TRyjP3XU7r4/s1600/jengajack2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_XUHYG1wI/AAAAAAAADMw/TRyjP3XU7r4/s320/jengajack2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480836012110698242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_XTRWDjkI/AAAAAAAADMo/LgTu-66iVhY/s1600/jengaaidan2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_XTRWDjkI/AAAAAAAADMo/LgTu-66iVhY/s320/jengaaidan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480835997606579778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_YGMdAWdI/AAAAAAAADNA/kKJZm8zWaZ8/s1600/JENGA%21.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_YGMdAWdI/AAAAAAAADNA/kKJZm8zWaZ8/s320/JENGA%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480836872466880978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />we spent a beautiful day at the beach.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_YHklYDLI/AAAAAAAADNQ/uezNPrbYRlA/s1600/mimi%26crew.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_YHklYDLI/AAAAAAAADNQ/uezNPrbYRlA/s320/mimi%26crew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480836896124308658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_YG3dedjI/AAAAAAAADNI/WhdVnjwuoCE/s1600/mimi%26coco.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_YG3dedjI/AAAAAAAADNI/WhdVnjwuoCE/s320/mimi%26coco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480836884011578930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_ZYp50fdI/AAAAAAAADNg/rBmqKIBAuWM/s1600/shawn%26coco.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_ZYp50fdI/AAAAAAAADNg/rBmqKIBAuWM/s320/shawn%26coco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480838289121639890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_ZX-fj3mI/AAAAAAAADNY/W-fPYioNDQY/s1600/dunes.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_ZX-fj3mI/AAAAAAAADNY/W-fPYioNDQY/s320/dunes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480838277468773986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_Z8nRXGAI/AAAAAAAADNw/kPC67fbBzis/s1600/lonely.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_Z8nRXGAI/AAAAAAAADNw/kPC67fbBzis/s320/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480838906890360834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_Z77lmHkI/AAAAAAAADNo/tyMBY6LG5yY/s1600/anemone.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_Z77lmHkI/AAAAAAAADNo/tyMBY6LG5yY/s320/anemone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480838895164071490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_eM8iwMUI/AAAAAAAADOA/LZaY5u0JF_g/s1600/tinyscientist.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_eM8iwMUI/AAAAAAAADOA/LZaY5u0JF_g/s320/tinyscientist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480843585524871490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_eL0Vj21I/AAAAAAAADN4/uWOqCmtUQmU/s1600/jacksonexplores.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TA_eL0Vj21I/AAAAAAAADN4/uWOqCmtUQmU/s320/jacksonexplores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480843566142184274" border="0" /></a>of course, it was difficult to sent her back home to Pa. but, by the time she left, we knew she'd be coming back in just a few short weeks to watch the babes... while shawn and i sneak away to New York City. NEW YORK CITY?! (please insert the voices from the pace picante sauce commercial here...) yup. mama will be set loose on manhattan. oh, what's that? i think i hear my bank account crying already. ;)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-44508381281112106472010-03-17T23:32:00.000-07:002010-06-03T23:41:00.132-07:00erin go braugh.St. Patrick's Day is so different when you're a parent. We didn't drink green beer, or go hang out on the street with all the crazies downtown san diego, (not that we've ever done that. ahem.) or even make corned beef and cabbage. because we have three kids, and who are we kidding - there's no way in hell they'd eat corned beef OR cabbage, for that matter. But we did make a stop for some yummy treats - The Sweetest Thing is a fun cupcake bakery, and oooohhhhweee, they did it up right for St. Paddy's. That chocolate-y bundle of goodness right there? That's a GUINESS cupcake, people. As in, a chocolate and STOUT cupcake with...WAIT FOR IT - baileys creme filling and chocolate fudge frosting. Yeah. Mmmhmmm. It was as deeelicious as it sounds. There may or may not have been an incident with a cinnamon cake, maple frosting, and crumbled bacon cupcake as well. And my little Irish lass is easy on the eyes, no?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAifmJQ-1fI/AAAAAAAADLo/fhBmXJz-yTg/s1600/guinesscupcake.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAifmJQ-1fI/AAAAAAAADLo/fhBmXJz-yTg/s320/guinesscupcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478804424367199730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAifmnaOCDI/AAAAAAAADLw/a3nvbHDMagM/s1600/baconcupcake.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAifmnaOCDI/AAAAAAAADLw/a3nvbHDMagM/s320/baconcupcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478804432459008050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiflv0qzlI/AAAAAAAADLg/pajlqnKZJmY/s1600/cocosweetestthing.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiflv0qzlI/AAAAAAAADLg/pajlqnKZJmY/s320/cocosweetestthing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478804417537560146" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-22626178813399047842010-03-17T21:26:00.000-07:002010-06-03T23:32:00.798-07:00student of the month....I know student of the month is like a totally stupid thing. And I know it makes some kids feel bad about themselves, and some feel great about themselves, and it's kind of not fair, etc. But when MY kid is student of the month....well, that's a different story, of course. Because LOOK at that face. He's so proud. So stoked to have us at his assembly. So happy to get his picture on the wall, and his baby pictures, and his fave color. So. Cute. Love him madly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAidlZk3BhI/AAAAAAAADLY/xPl0zxiMSdg/s1600/aidanstarstudent3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAidlZk3BhI/AAAAAAAADLY/xPl0zxiMSdg/s320/aidanstarstudent3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478802212542416402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAidk8labBI/AAAAAAAADLQ/rHpyP3CC3mo/s1600/aidanstarstudent2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAidk8labBI/AAAAAAAADLQ/rHpyP3CC3mo/s320/aidanstarstudent2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478802204760108050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAidkLQXD_I/AAAAAAAADLI/5sHG3I47J3U/s1600/aidanstarstudent1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAidkLQXD_I/AAAAAAAADLI/5sHG3I47J3U/s320/aidanstarstudent1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478802191518470130" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-80645673438257100472010-03-14T23:14:00.000-07:002010-06-03T23:20:37.749-07:00nana & papa.<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >Nana & Papa</span> came to visit, and it was such fun. I didn't take a lot of pictures, because mostly we were busy just hanging out, playing games, having dance parties, and eating. It was a quick weekend, but a fun one! I did snap a few pics of us hanging out in downtown Portland, doing a bit of shopping and train-watching. I swear, sometimes you'd think my kids have never been to a city before! But kids are kids anywhere, and trains are still a fascinating thing.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAibCPSrDwI/AAAAAAAADLA/_ZdrSh1SOUQ/s1600/watchingwithpapa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAibCPSrDwI/AAAAAAAADLA/_ZdrSh1SOUQ/s320/watchingwithpapa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478799409463103234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAia4Hl2IgI/AAAAAAAADK4/ECzSkyDWhUE/s1600/cocowatching.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAia4Hl2IgI/AAAAAAAADK4/ECzSkyDWhUE/s320/cocowatching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478799235597345282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAia3kAM2KI/AAAAAAAADKw/krPiye53UN0/s1600/trainwatching.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAia3kAM2KI/AAAAAAAADKw/krPiye53UN0/s320/trainwatching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478799226044209314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAia3PlGHcI/AAAAAAAADKo/OT5s8AP7OnE/s1600/backpats.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAia3PlGHcI/AAAAAAAADKo/OT5s8AP7OnE/s320/backpats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478799220561812930" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-41233639387770457482010-03-11T22:43:00.000-08:002010-06-03T23:12:56.148-07:00spring was here.....for about 6 minutes.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiWxRAZ38I/AAAAAAAADJw/vIsBCoXsmmM/s1600/narcissus.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiWxRAZ38I/AAAAAAAADJw/vIsBCoXsmmM/s320/narcissus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478794719819063234" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And oh, it was super glorious. We got out our flip flops, and cleaned off the patio furniture, and <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" >went to the zoo...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiYgwxpfnI/AAAAAAAADKg/BTxWyws3bXU/s1600/cocoblue.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiYgwxpfnI/AAAAAAAADKg/BTxWyws3bXU/s320/cocoblue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478796635312586354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiYgZPDXwI/AAAAAAAADKY/L2I6zLsO5E0/s1600/aidanstrain.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiYgZPDXwI/AAAAAAAADKY/L2I6zLsO5E0/s320/aidanstrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478796628993466114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiYfhqQnNI/AAAAAAAADKQ/cPD3S-3OqMs/s1600/zootrain.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiYfhqQnNI/AAAAAAAADKQ/cPD3S-3OqMs/s320/zootrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478796614075194578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiX63o6XrI/AAAAAAAADKI/7a5oUNqJDGM/s1600/handsome.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiX63o6XrI/AAAAAAAADKI/7a5oUNqJDGM/s320/handsome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478795984319962802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiX6JaX0II/AAAAAAAADKA/y17PlPCsLzc/s1600/chloe%26ducks.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiX6JaX0II/AAAAAAAADKA/y17PlPCsLzc/s320/chloe%26ducks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478795971910946946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiX5TNcJAI/AAAAAAAADJ4/d0pjhCHjumg/s1600/hippo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiX5TNcJAI/AAAAAAAADJ4/d0pjhCHjumg/s320/hippo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478795957361189890" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />and walked on the waterfront in Portland....</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiWw6mUVRI/AAAAAAAADJo/eAkQoNuSi0o/s1600/red+door+coco.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiWw6mUVRI/AAAAAAAADJo/eAkQoNuSi0o/s320/red+door+coco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478794713804068114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiWwAFADiI/AAAAAAAADJg/orFQ38Gl8qY/s1600/letters.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiWwAFADiI/AAAAAAAADJg/orFQ38Gl8qY/s320/letters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478794698095070754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiWQWaSOsI/AAAAAAAADJY/hkcJ8sRCRMg/s1600/three+at+red+door.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiWQWaSOsI/AAAAAAAADJY/hkcJ8sRCRMg/s320/three+at+red+door.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478794154334108354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiWP7ZNRiI/AAAAAAAADJQ/9_H4JXHcWxQ/s1600/reddoor1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiWP7ZNRiI/AAAAAAAADJQ/9_H4JXHcWxQ/s320/reddoor1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478794147081831970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiWPFLdkmI/AAAAAAAADJI/P6CmbM6g2Nw/s1600/sarah%26sliss.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiWPFLdkmI/AAAAAAAADJI/P6CmbM6g2Nw/s320/sarah%26sliss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478794132528665186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiVdpnBj2I/AAAAAAAADJA/O9n5vqvvP-Y/s1600/three+monkeys.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiVdpnBj2I/AAAAAAAADJA/O9n5vqvvP-Y/s320/three+monkeys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478793283314487138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiVc4f6tGI/AAAAAAAADI4/TvoDGMQ91mM/s1600/boulangerie.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiVc4f6tGI/AAAAAAAADI4/TvoDGMQ91mM/s320/boulangerie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478793270131340386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiVcdV5GUI/AAAAAAAADIw/NnuwmUBPVU0/s1600/coco%26glasses.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/TAiVcdV5GUI/AAAAAAAADIw/NnuwmUBPVU0/s320/coco%26glasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478793262841534786" border="0" /></a><br />....and then it all went away. And there were windstorms, and all the early blossoms blew off the cherry trees like pink fairy snow.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-28468009283450363082010-03-10T23:21:00.000-08:002010-04-04T00:33:01.181-07:00spring(ish).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S6CDnH3L1tI/AAAAAAAADGU/B8iRFaU76rE/s1600-h/blossoms1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S6CDnH3L1tI/AAAAAAAADGU/B8iRFaU76rE/s320/blossoms1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449500257266947794" border="0" /></a><br />I have so much to <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" >catch up</span> on....there have been 8 year old birthdays, new bikes, fab weather, terrible weather, trips to the zoo and so much more, including visits from Nana & Papa and visits from Mimi coming up. It's all there.....but here's to hold you over. It's spring(ish) - or at least we thought it was ... all the cherry trees were tricked into blooming and I had to snap a few frames before the more recent windstorms blew them all away.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" >UPDATE: </span>I'm posting as fast as my little fingers can get to it: look here for updates. :)<br /><a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/eight-really.html"><br />Jackson's birthday</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-42607651590823379322010-02-28T22:35:00.000-08:002010-04-04T00:28:12.335-07:00Eight? Really?My son is eight. EIGHT. Do you hear me, internet? I can. not. be old enough to have an eight year old. But look at him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7glmHv-yDI/AAAAAAAADGc/pCNz3gH2NAY/s1600/jackson.+eight+.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7glmHv-yDI/AAAAAAAADGc/pCNz3gH2NAY/s320/jackson.+eight+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456152285404907570" border="0" /></a><br />He's just such a giant boy. He has big gangly feet, and dirty fingernails most of the time, and he reads his books all sprawled out on the couch, oblivious to the world around him. He talks about science without pausing for breath for large chunks of time. He often rolls his eyes. But two minutes later, he's reading "The Extraordinary Adventures of Ordinary Basil" out loud to his brother for an hour. Or having tea on the floor with his baby sister. Gah. I could just eat him up. Except for the fact that he's way too cool to let me. But just today, he let me grab his hand while we were crossing the parking lot. Gulp. Savor it now, self.<br /><br />And of course, there was a party. A first time ever sleep-over party. Oh yeah. Us, and six oreo-fuled, chocolate cake-crazed, gummy snake-gobbling little boys. There was cake, of course:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g1Avddr_I/AAAAAAAADGs/-auNye1SV3c/s1600/cake2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g1Avddr_I/AAAAAAAADGs/-auNye1SV3c/s320/cake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456169235415674866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g1ypGAlhI/AAAAAAAADG0/h3nQttO1ufs/s1600/cake3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g1ypGAlhI/AAAAAAAADG0/h3nQttO1ufs/s320/cake3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456170092700145170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g0_s3s2qI/AAAAAAAADGk/XVqyk-m7L8Q/s1600/candles1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g0_s3s2qI/AAAAAAAADGk/XVqyk-m7L8Q/s320/candles1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456169217540545186" border="0" /></a><br />And HILARIOUS conversations, and silly faces, and nerf gun ambushes:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g1zFSx31I/AAAAAAAADG8/7psLCJYJLa8/s1600/conversations.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g1zFSx31I/AAAAAAAADG8/7psLCJYJLa8/s320/conversations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456170100269899602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g2gpbp3JI/AAAAAAAADHM/EX9BfZ48fZc/s1600/sillyfaces1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g2gpbp3JI/AAAAAAAADHM/EX9BfZ48fZc/s320/sillyfaces1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456170883064913042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g2gJX5DvI/AAAAAAAADHE/0QoJW_39d4o/s1600/sillyfaces2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g2gJX5DvI/AAAAAAAADHE/0QoJW_39d4o/s320/sillyfaces2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456170874459197170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g2hnPs2TI/AAAAAAAADHU/SxXN8d1whpk/s1600/ambush.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g2hnPs2TI/AAAAAAAADHU/SxXN8d1whpk/s320/ambush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456170899657775410" border="0" /></a><br />and it's never a party without presents:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g3nr-KmEI/AAAAAAAADHc/ls6LYb7VGOY/s1600/presents1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g3nr-KmEI/AAAAAAAADHc/ls6LYb7VGOY/s320/presents1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456172103517247554" border="0" /></a><br />including a fancy big-guy bike, with gears and shocks and all kinds of schmancy gadgets that an eight-year old boy can love:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g4Yf7ERZI/AAAAAAAADH0/GcxZJ4WamR4/s1600/bike1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g4Yf7ERZI/AAAAAAAADH0/GcxZJ4WamR4/s320/bike1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456172942096614802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g4XYJvi-I/AAAAAAAADHs/L1vMyl8Gjz8/s1600/bike2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g4XYJvi-I/AAAAAAAADHs/L1vMyl8Gjz8/s320/bike2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456172922830818274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g4W8Ct0tI/AAAAAAAADHk/b2f7gK-KY7E/s1600/bike3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g4W8Ct0tI/AAAAAAAADHk/b2f7gK-KY7E/s320/bike3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456172915285152466" border="0" /></a><br />and there may or may not have been some sleeping bag stair sliding races - but I'm not sayin' either way:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g8trP6gbI/AAAAAAAADIk/aLsXG9pUaf8/s1600/stairsliding1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g8trP6gbI/AAAAAAAADIk/aLsXG9pUaf8/s320/stairsliding1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456177703960609202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g8O0gnihI/AAAAAAAADIc/UDpRzl1LM6g/s1600/stairsliding2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g8O0gnihI/AAAAAAAADIc/UDpRzl1LM6g/s320/stairsliding2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456177173870643730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g8NkYuogI/AAAAAAAADIU/KANUW_4Kwy4/s1600/stairsliding3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g8NkYuogI/AAAAAAAADIU/KANUW_4Kwy4/s320/stairsliding3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456177152362717698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g8MxppdeI/AAAAAAAADIM/S26vaXooYSQ/s1600/stairsliding5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g8MxppdeI/AAAAAAAADIM/S26vaXooYSQ/s320/stairsliding5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456177138743473634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g7ZXkVb-I/AAAAAAAADIE/u9Hy9UXRB9U/s1600/stairsliding4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g7ZXkVb-I/AAAAAAAADIE/u9Hy9UXRB9U/s320/stairsliding4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456176255568539618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g7YXUHzVI/AAAAAAAADH8/hkTqbJpNCpg/s1600/stairsliding6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S7g7YXUHzVI/AAAAAAAADH8/hkTqbJpNCpg/s320/stairsliding6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456176238320667986" border="0" /></a><br />Mmmmmm. We love us some stair sliding at the Butler household. And we love us some 8 year old, stinky boy, sleepover fun. Between some indoor camping and a big batch of daddy-made pancakes in the morning, we slept (a bit), fed them, and sent them home, all hopped up on homemade oreos and little boy craziness. A good time had by all.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-61491654232179405912010-02-25T13:39:00.000-08:002010-06-09T11:54:04.833-07:00oh. so. lovely.I know I'm probably the last person to fall deeply, achingly in love with this movie, but please, tell me - have you seen <a href="http://www.brightstarthemovie.com/default.aspx">Bright Star</a>? Oh, no? Get up, then, you ninny, and go rent it. Right now.<br /><br />It is, without question, one of the most <a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/02/living-in-bright-star.html">beautiful</a> movies I have seen in a while. Yes, it was nominated for a gazillion awards for costume design. But oh, you have to see them:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S5gZWxAvf5I/AAAAAAAADGM/DR6mjR5Cq4Y/s1600-h/the+collar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S5gZWxAvf5I/AAAAAAAADGM/DR6mjR5Cq4Y/s320/the+collar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447131628208881554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S5gZWZiS9NI/AAAAAAAADGE/NrAowkV2GtE/s1600-h/ruffle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S5gZWZiS9NI/AAAAAAAADGE/NrAowkV2GtE/s320/ruffle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447131621907166418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S5gZV_3UxlI/AAAAAAAADF8/SNKfZymEg6o/s1600-h/ruffle2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S5gZV_3UxlI/AAAAAAAADF8/SNKfZymEg6o/s320/ruffle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447131615016044114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S5gZVu8u0hI/AAAAAAAADF0/iRawGjSEXMU/s1600-h/stripes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S5gZVu8u0hI/AAAAAAAADF0/iRawGjSEXMU/s320/stripes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447131610475319826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S5gZVFFKKqI/AAAAAAAADFs/mR4z3MQNUg8/s1600-h/teal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S5gZVFFKKqI/AAAAAAAADFs/mR4z3MQNUg8/s320/teal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447131599236377250" border="0" /></a><br />From the opening scene of the title sequence (which is now in my top three) I just held my breath the whole time - it was so tragic and romantic and lovely and heartbreaking. Sigh. Are you back from the movie store yet? Yes? Well, then shush. I'm watching it for the second time. :)<br /><br />psst. here's the trailer. just for fun.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDaXDbQA20k&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDaXDbQA20k&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-41432694340385853672010-02-15T22:47:00.000-08:002010-02-19T00:29:33.784-08:00love.oh, valentines day. i know it's silly, and mostly just a marketing tool, but i figure i can never pass up an opportunity to tell my favorites that <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >i love them</span>.<br /><br />we had a blast making treats for the boys' classes. i saw the idea <a href="http://www.tangledandtrue.com/2010/02/valentines.html">here</a>, and knew we had to do it - especially after <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/4192695613/">this</a> little incident.<br /><br />i spent the morning at aidan's class...he had so much fun and was such a <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >sweet</span> boy to his baby sister.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S349W2PSLPI/AAAAAAAADEk/Lo7gcpiFALo/s1600-h/parachuteplay1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S349W2PSLPI/AAAAAAAADEk/Lo7gcpiFALo/s320/parachuteplay1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439852862636174578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S349KlDtZkI/AAAAAAAADEc/P6Neuq32mpk/s1600-h/aidan%26coco.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S349KlDtZkI/AAAAAAAADEc/P6Neuq32mpk/s320/aidan%26coco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439852651865794114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S349J_wi-TI/AAAAAAAADEU/9m5GFRQ4zcs/s1600-h/partysnackaidan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S349J_wi-TI/AAAAAAAADEU/9m5GFRQ4zcs/s320/partysnackaidan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439852641853307186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S349JGnF2TI/AAAAAAAADEM/CJZ_QznOatI/s1600-h/aidancookie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S349JGnF2TI/AAAAAAAADEM/CJZ_QznOatI/s320/aidancookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439852626512828722" border="0" /></a><br />then my mister took me and the littles to lunch at one of our most favorite spots. it's a shame this baby doesn't love her daddy one tiny bit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S34_4AMHfxI/AAAAAAAADEs/-62CsUDkPao/s1600-h/shawnlovescoco.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S34_4AMHfxI/AAAAAAAADEs/-62CsUDkPao/s320/shawnlovescoco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439855631266184978" border="0" /></a><br />after that, it was running home to pick up balloons for jack, and to his school for another party. oh, lordy, the <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" >sugar</span> content in that room was OFF THE RICHTER. i have never seen such a candy orgy in my life.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35Bac8edUI/AAAAAAAADFE/neVMkQGPdv0/s1600-h/jacksdesk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35Bac8edUI/AAAAAAAADFE/neVMkQGPdv0/s320/jacksdesk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439857322612389186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35BZgMCGJI/AAAAAAAADE8/XIoW6vdxnwI/s1600-h/greentongue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35BZgMCGJI/AAAAAAAADE8/XIoW6vdxnwI/s320/greentongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439857306303076498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35BZBEkt3I/AAAAAAAADE0/XUhMhHi3EAk/s1600-h/jacksclass.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35BZBEkt3I/AAAAAAAADE0/XUhMhHi3EAk/s320/jacksclass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439857297950291826" border="0" /></a>but the fun didn't stop there. oh, no. because we had made plans with our greatest buddies to meet for ice cream. yah. because the candy and the parties weren't quite enough....it sort of reminded me of this scene:<br /><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Gn9l6TLdw0&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Gn9l6TLdw0&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object><br /><br />but we did have some fun, and we love hanging out with the brewers. so all in all, it was a great day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35E3T2YwSI/AAAAAAAADFc/ScoA2XZ490I/s1600-h/ice+cream+coco.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35E3T2YwSI/AAAAAAAADFc/ScoA2XZ490I/s320/ice+cream+coco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439861116922020130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35E252HlwI/AAAAAAAADFU/yEvVrtMd-mA/s1600-h/icecream+jack.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35E252HlwI/AAAAAAAADFU/yEvVrtMd-mA/s320/icecream+jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439861109941573378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35E2MDHtaI/AAAAAAAADFM/bJk0HgANVEA/s1600-h/icecreamaidan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35E2MDHtaI/AAAAAAAADFM/bJk0HgANVEA/s320/icecreamaidan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439861097648076194" border="0" /></a><br />and finally, at the end of all the <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">candy</span></span>, candy corn, sugar and <a href="http://www.eatmedaily.com/2009/12/will-ferrell-in-elf-sure-loves-sugar-video-wtf-xmas/">syrup</a> (okay, i couldn't choose just the one, right? scroll down to the maple syrup flask video.) we did have a tiny photo shoot with the baby and a pink balloon. and a sassy pair of boots. click here to see the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/sets/72157623430894582/">set</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35FzaHhgwI/AAAAAAAADFk/mGkEQAq5gIU/s1600-h/poutycoco.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S35FzaHhgwI/AAAAAAAADFk/mGkEQAq5gIU/s320/poutycoco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439862149396660994" border="0" /></a><br />and then, then i had a little day of love with MY valentine. and what did we do for valentines? well, besides laundry, that's none of your beeswax. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-51357875129458099902010-01-31T23:59:00.000-08:002010-02-18T22:47:03.255-08:00celebrations.i do love a good <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">b<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">i</span>r<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">t</span>h<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">d</span>a<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">y</span> c<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">e</span>l<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">e</span>b<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">r</span>a<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">t</span>i<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">o</span>n</span></span>, as well. especially when it's, well, you know - MINE! <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S34x4j0f9zI/AAAAAAAADD0/O2fBY1vlImA/s1600-h/themama.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S34x4j0f9zI/AAAAAAAADD0/O2fBY1vlImA/s320/themama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439840247668012850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >the mama, at 32.</span><br /></div><br />i love <a href="http://www.laramblaonthird.com/">dinner</a> out and dancing with <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?v=feed&story_fbid=1367876154123&id=1148267267#%21/photo.php?pid=869490&id=1534215416">family</a> and besties, and i love a fancy cake made by someone who loves me and pretty candles, and being surrounded by people i love. my baby brother came to visit, we got to play outside a bit, and in all, it was a good way to celebrate the beginning of my thirty second year. so cheers, to me and the peeps who allow me to love and be loved!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S34x6T8WoEI/AAAAAAAADEE/Bt4UYskbgrg/s1600-h/birthday+yum.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S34x6T8WoEI/AAAAAAAADEE/Bt4UYskbgrg/s320/birthday+yum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439840277765726274" border="0" /></a><br />(and probably one of my most favorite bits? sharing this fab-o bottle with my bro and his girl. thanks mom & dad for leaving it behind! it was well appreciated....;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S34x5n26o5I/AAAAAAAADD8/EnEeChRIOeo/s1600-h/more+birthday+yum.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S34x5n26o5I/AAAAAAAADD8/EnEeChRIOeo/s320/more+birthday+yum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439840265931760530" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-59147160473147949252010-01-29T22:11:00.000-08:002010-02-18T22:17:28.261-08:0032. (or, ways the universe smiled upon me since i last blew out candles.)<span style="font-family:georgia;">i do like a good list. always have. lately i've been inspired by <a href="http://www.listography.com/">this</a> site, (which reminds me of a book i had in college called "a writer's book of days") and also <a href="http://hulaseventy.blogspot.com/">this</a> one, to make more lists. i think they're a nice thing to have, just in case you forget stuff. or have a lot of children, which makes you forget stuff. and also? i'm 32 today. so, the way i see it, i had better start writing this stuff down now. because, you know, when else?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">and another thing is, i'm trained as a writer. i mean, i went to school for this stuff. and lately, well, i feel a little rusty. so maybe lists will inspire topics, and topics will lead to shhhh.....<span style="font-size:78%;">writing.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">i'm not making any hard and fast promises, but i think you'll start to see more lists around here. hooray.<br /><br />this was a year in which i know that i was extraordinarily blessed. my thirty second year sent me to san diego and yosemite and portland and paris and hawaii. my thirty second year was full of tight hugs around my neck and sweet baby thighs, of first steps and lost teeth and swinging on swings. it was a year of loving and being loved more deeply than i knew i could. i know it. and just so you all know, narrowing the list of times the universe smiled upon me down to 32? nearly impossible.<br /><br />and without further ado:<br /><br />32. (or, ways the universe smiled upon me since last I blew out candles.)<br /><br />1. my two best guys (over the age of 8) built me a space of my own, in which I can sew and think and create to my hearts content.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2pvl0ipFyI/AAAAAAAADAk/vXxlhkJQ7V8/s1600-h/sewingroom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2pvl0ipFyI/AAAAAAAADAk/vXxlhkJQ7V8/s320/sewingroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434278595925710626" border="0" /></a><br />2. i found myself with a wealth of new vegetables and new eating experiences, thanks to my first journey into community supported agriculture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p4oYLjnHI/AAAAAAAADA0/op6H1lNWuNE/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p4oYLjnHI/AAAAAAAADA0/op6H1lNWuNE/s320/IMG_0405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434288535456947314" border="0" /></a><br />3. i realized my middle is happiest in a costume<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p4n4lsNmI/AAAAAAAADAs/p8PA5nxhWcw/s1600-h/facesofaidan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p4n4lsNmI/AAAAAAAADAs/p8PA5nxhWcw/s320/facesofaidan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434288526976628322" border="0" /></a><br />4. i celebrated the first really warm day of spring with sunlight, a magazine, a homemade quilt, and perfect baby toes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p6RJWrRJI/AAAAAAAADBU/zi_2LcokeAY/s1600-h/IMG_7287.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p6RJWrRJI/AAAAAAAADBU/zi_2LcokeAY/s320/IMG_7287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434290335363318930" border="0" /></a><br />5. i discovered secret nappers on a rainy saturday<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p4pJKHa1I/AAAAAAAADA8/RVwYhbWPpGE/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p4pJKHa1I/AAAAAAAADA8/RVwYhbWPpGE/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434288548604242770" border="0" /></a><br />6. we explored disneyland with 1 nana, 1 papa, 4 parents and 6 cousins ages almost 1 to 7 years old. got out purchasing only 1 bottled water, 6 ice cream cones, and two star wars blasters.<br /><br />7. i gave a baby her very first french fry<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p6QR6XW_I/AAAAAAAADBM/dF0dGu4bosA/s1600-h/IMG_0397.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p6QR6XW_I/AAAAAAAADBM/dF0dGu4bosA/s320/IMG_0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434290320480623602" border="0" /></a><br />8. the boys learned to play marbles (again). thank you, papa!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p6QBSLhkI/AAAAAAAADBE/jwWu0yHtcCI/s1600-h/IMG_8237.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p6QBSLhkI/AAAAAAAADBE/jwWu0yHtcCI/s320/IMG_8237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434290316017108546" border="0" /></a><br />9. i photographed 5 boys, 1 baby girl, and 6 <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/4192690879/in/photostream/">fake mustaches</a>. laughed hysterically.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tLqCpEz9I/AAAAAAAADDs/91SJL_R4tIo/s1600-h/sillys2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tLqCpEz9I/AAAAAAAADDs/91SJL_R4tIo/s320/sillys2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434520560988377042" border="0" /></a><br />10. we planted waaaaaay too many tomatoes<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p8YjnU1PI/AAAAAAAADBs/wYQyddg_PLg/s1600-h/IMG_8269.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p8YjnU1PI/AAAAAAAADBs/wYQyddg_PLg/s320/IMG_8269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434292661694813426" border="0" /></a><br />11. i finally got decent portraits of <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/4199756458/in/photostream/">each</a> of my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/3969049631/">babies</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p8X-PQW6I/AAAAAAAADBk/BiU88GvyEbM/s1600-h/jackson.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p8X-PQW6I/AAAAAAAADBk/BiU88GvyEbM/s320/jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434292651661745058" border="0" /></a><br />12. for the birthday of my sweet friend, i baked a very, very pretty <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2009/08/espresso-chiffon-cake-with-fudge-frosting/">cake</a>. and it tasted UH-mazing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p8Xddoh6I/AAAAAAAADBc/tohsPFso73U/s1600-h/melissacake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2p8Xddoh6I/AAAAAAAADBc/tohsPFso73U/s320/melissacake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434292642863679394" border="0" /></a><br />13. i held my breath as my oldest pitched a little league inning<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sLreOvmWI/AAAAAAAADCU/7Gfs6fjhq8U/s1600-h/IMG_8741.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sLreOvmWI/AAAAAAAADCU/7Gfs6fjhq8U/s320/IMG_8741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434450216829819234" border="0" /></a><br />14. our whole family fell in love with a pair of robins as they built a nest, laid their eggs, fed their babies, and let them fly. all in two months time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sLq2BiI9I/AAAAAAAADCM/jjEVq3ZFXjY/s1600-h/IMG_8880.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sLq2BiI9I/AAAAAAAADCM/jjEVq3ZFXjY/s320/IMG_8880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434450206036992978" border="0" /></a><br />15. i climbed the eiffel tower. explored the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/3692707779/">louvre.</a> rowed a <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/3695134538/in/set-72157621046448926/">boat</a> on the grand canal at the palace of versailles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sLqtlQjeI/AAAAAAAADCE/lg_K78qZ5Ks/s1600-h/P6180063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sLqtlQjeI/AAAAAAAADCE/lg_K78qZ5Ks/s320/P6180063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434450203770916322" border="0" /></a><br />16. i discovered (and made about 40 batches of) my new favorite <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2009/06/mediterranean-pepper-salad/">salad </a><br /><br />17. i met a <a href="http://misdesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/words-to-identify-with.html">friend</a> i knew as a baby and now love as an adult. the kind you can’t believe you haven’t known forever. the kind who will never, ever be far from your heart again.<br /><br />18. i sewed (and actually subsequently WORE) my first skirt.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sLp8rBPDI/AAAAAAAADB8/hKS7gSuZ85c/s1600-h/newskirt2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sLp8rBPDI/AAAAAAAADB8/hKS7gSuZ85c/s320/newskirt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434450190641740850" border="0" /></a><br />19. the mister and i had a water balloon fight. beat the snot out of those pesky kids.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sNLV9I98I/AAAAAAAADC0/wCgEbXV0VRY/s1600-h/IMG_9870.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sNLV9I98I/AAAAAAAADC0/wCgEbXV0VRY/s320/IMG_9870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434451863875942338" border="0" /></a><br />20. i ate my fill of cherries off the tree<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sNK90Uw0I/AAAAAAAADCs/VzqB2folG9I/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sNK90Uw0I/AAAAAAAADCs/VzqB2folG9I/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434451857396515650" border="0" /></a><br />21. i spent a long overdue afternoon with my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/3851803214/">oldest friend</a>, and kissed the heck out of her new baby. watched our girls laugh on a blanket in matching homemade dresses.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sNKekl5FI/AAAAAAAADCk/xiGD_avAtvI/s1600-h/chloe%26amira.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sNKekl5FI/AAAAAAAADCk/xiGD_avAtvI/s320/chloe%26amira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434451849009030226" border="0" /></a><br />22. i watched my last baby take her <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/3734592696/">first steps.</a><br /><br />23.i hiked to two waterfalls. waded in one. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/4310428569/">swam</a> in the other.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sNI-gsQ6I/AAAAAAAADCc/JzHTZJ4BK-M/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2sNI-gsQ6I/AAAAAAAADCc/JzHTZJ4BK-M/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434451823222866850" border="0" /></a><br />24. i shared an ice cream cone to celebrate the first day of second grade.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tF8YDaGRI/AAAAAAAADDU/QYG0Pbc0qzU/s1600-h/jicecream2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tF8YDaGRI/AAAAAAAADDU/QYG0Pbc0qzU/s320/jicecream2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434514278903847186" border="0" /></a><br />25. i helped a <a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet.html">friend</a> who had watched her house go up in flames move into the home her heart had been searching for. i sat at a beautiful supper outside, breathed the sweet air around us and felt overwhelmed by the good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tF6jo3_1I/AAAAAAAADDM/XO3oZfmoO1s/s1600-h/amystable.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tF6jo3_1I/AAAAAAAADDM/XO3oZfmoO1s/s320/amystable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434514247654047570" border="0" /></a><br />26. i sewed a pincushion<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tF5znCFQI/AAAAAAAADDE/uG3TphQJdSc/s1600-h/IMG_8061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tF5znCFQI/AAAAAAAADDE/uG3TphQJdSc/s320/IMG_8061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434514234761417986" border="0" /></a><br />27. i began photographing myself for a change, and actually liked a few self-portraits.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tF5YhKclI/AAAAAAAADC8/8NzNOq6GrVQ/s1600-h/IMG_8767.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tF5YhKclI/AAAAAAAADC8/8NzNOq6GrVQ/s320/IMG_8767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434514227489043026" border="0" /></a><br />28. did <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/3921659507/in/photostream/">flowers</a> for a wedding. Mostly from my garden.<br /><br />29. to the immense amusement of my mister and my boys, i surfed with the girls.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tGypignAI/AAAAAAAADDk/whH03RiqQMA/s1600-h/girlslineup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tGypignAI/AAAAAAAADDk/whH03RiqQMA/s320/girlslineup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434515211310636034" border="0" /></a><br />30. with fear and trepidation, hope and anticipation, i watched two people I hold close to my heart fall in love. with each other.<br /><br />31. put <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34345885@N05/4081605448/">pigtails</a> in my baby girl’s shiny red hair<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tGyPdUOjI/AAAAAAAADDc/q_8LvCVU9aA/s1600-h/cococloseup3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2tGyPdUOjI/AAAAAAAADDc/q_8LvCVU9aA/s320/cococloseup3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434515204309531186" border="0" /></a><br />32. learned that saying goodbye is always hard, but sometimes nearly unbearable. but hello...hello feels so good after such a big goodbye.<br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-88367474204786561212010-01-28T23:43:00.000-08:002010-02-03T10:00:28.775-08:00ugh.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mtI8L9ddI/AAAAAAAAC9k/OQdmf3oyVhk/s1600-h/beach+art.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mtI8L9ddI/AAAAAAAAC9k/OQdmf3oyVhk/s320/beach+art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434064794506065362" border="0" /></a><br />It's so <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" >winter.</span> it really is. it makes me want to not use proper punctuation, and wear my yoga pants a lot, and drink a lot of coffee and read a lot of books by my fireplace. unfortunately, my plan is often foiled by A) having to leave the house for food and general supplies, and B) three small children, who for some reason do not think reading books by the fire and drinking coffee is necessarily an ALL DAY activity. (luckily, they don't really have an opinion on the yoga pants! YAY!) Although that big one...by the way he's ravenously devouring books lately, i'm starting to think he's coming around. i've got my eye on him....<br /><br />ahem. anyhow. it's just been a lot lately. i'm not usually one for the winter blues (seeing as how i LOVE LOVE LOVE the seasons, and the cold, and did i mention i LOVE the seasons? have you heard how i feel about <a href="http://butlerfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheating.html">FALL</a>?) but this year, they seem to have caught up with me. as a super awesome band once sang,<br /><br />"And maybe it's the time of year,<br />Yes and maybe it's the time of man.<br />And I don't know who I am,<br />But life is for learning."<br /><br />thank you, crosby stills and nash. and thank you bill wertz, for the crosby stills and nash education.<br /><br />so, yeah. i haven't really been wanting to blog, because there's lots of stuff that i just don't really want to talk about. which is probably avoidance, and probably delayed processing, and probably just me being a person who withdraws periodically, because i can. it could also have something to do with my thirty second birthday being right around the corner.....ouch. when did i get to be 32? how is this possible? i'm ninety percent sure i was like 19 just a few weeks ago.....hmmm. fishy.<br /><br />so i'll leave you with some photos of one thing i do love in the winter....the oregon coast. it's so spectacularly beautiful and dramatic and dark and stormy. i love a good dark and stormy day every once in a while. luckily, i live in oregon. they are in ready supply.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2muaxrR3TI/AAAAAAAAC-8/BmDG5tYsZNM/s1600-h/winterbeach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2muaxrR3TI/AAAAAAAAC-8/BmDG5tYsZNM/s320/winterbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434066200433909042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2muaXt-cHI/AAAAAAAAC-0/2gi3ALF4Uqs/s1600-h/winter+toes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2muaXt-cHI/AAAAAAAAC-0/2gi3ALF4Uqs/s320/winter+toes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434066193465897074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2muZwNj-kI/AAAAAAAAC-s/6NoisDofEzs/s1600-h/storm+cloud+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2muZwNj-kI/AAAAAAAAC-s/6NoisDofEzs/s320/storm+cloud+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434066182860962370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mt-G2tlLI/AAAAAAAAC-k/lP-H1jcL470/s1600-h/winterbeachfam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mt-G2tlLI/AAAAAAAAC-k/lP-H1jcL470/s320/winterbeachfam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434065707902801074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mt9c-houI/AAAAAAAAC-c/kIvzOaYesx0/s1600-h/s%26swinterbeach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mt9c-houI/AAAAAAAAC-c/kIvzOaYesx0/s320/s%26swinterbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434065696661283554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mt8sjn-RI/AAAAAAAAC-U/ta-TqJrC7R0/s1600-h/jackson+on+a+log.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mt8sjn-RI/AAAAAAAAC-U/ta-TqJrC7R0/s320/jackson+on+a+log.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434065683663550738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mtoHLTSMI/AAAAAAAAC-M/o4zaa6ibwc8/s1600-h/beach+rocks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mtoHLTSMI/AAAAAAAAC-M/o4zaa6ibwc8/s320/beach+rocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434065330032036034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mtnqkOKyI/AAAAAAAAC-E/M-cqjz0_PIE/s1600-h/tiny+treasures+winter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mtnqkOKyI/AAAAAAAAC-E/M-cqjz0_PIE/s320/tiny+treasures+winter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434065322351930146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mtnNC0w4I/AAAAAAAAC98/YKVRpMpZ-XI/s1600-h/tiny+treasures+winter2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mtnNC0w4I/AAAAAAAAC98/YKVRpMpZ-XI/s320/tiny+treasures+winter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434065314427224962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mtKtwgdJI/AAAAAAAAC90/nQ5mpLwufGA/s1600-h/chloe+lou.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mtKtwgdJI/AAAAAAAAC90/nQ5mpLwufGA/s320/chloe+lou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434064824992560274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mtJnydnuI/AAAAAAAAC9s/MDklTrXtke8/s1600-h/manzanita.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mtJnydnuI/AAAAAAAAC9s/MDklTrXtke8/s320/manzanita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434064806210281186" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196803001451516044.post-44256297066152255272010-01-28T22:15:00.000-08:002010-02-03T09:59:58.093-08:00family photos.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2m0Mz6Ap8I/AAAAAAAADAE/yKJjT4iWFmg/s1600-h/Butler109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2m0Mz6Ap8I/AAAAAAAADAE/yKJjT4iWFmg/s320/Butler109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434072557584164802" border="0" /></a><br />Have you ever tried to take family pictures with your camera on a tripod and a timer or remote? Have you ever felt like you were a reasonably competent photographer, only to be confounded by the utter inability to get a decent photo of your entire family at one time? Huh. Me too.<br /><br />Enter....the professional photographer. Oh, they are worth their weight in gold, especially when you have two little boys who can be magically bewitched by pretty girls with blond hair. <br /><br />Check out Jenna at <a href="http://www.dolcefoto.com/">Dolce Photography</a>. She's great. I think the photos speak for themselves. AND she was gracious enough to give us a second chance redo, when weather, meltdowns and grumpy babies proved difficult to manage. :) I uploaded just a few, but click <a href="http://dolcefoto.blogspot.com/2009/12/round-2better-late-than-never-huh.html">here</a> and <a href="http://dolcefoto.blogspot.com/2009/11/aloha-goodbye.html">here</a> for her blog posts...THANK YOU JENNA! It was so fun to have to choose a favorite for Christmas cards this year, instead of just trying to find ONE good one....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2m0MaMVcDI/AAAAAAAAC_8/H8kVcU1wgkM/s1600-h/Butler152.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2m0MaMVcDI/AAAAAAAAC_8/H8kVcU1wgkM/s320/Butler152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434072550681702450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2m0LkEzkoI/AAAAAAAAC_0/n0tvvw2gnpI/s1600-h/Butler161+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2m0LkEzkoI/AAAAAAAAC_0/n0tvvw2gnpI/s320/Butler161+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434072536154608258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mzmMLL3fI/AAAAAAAAC_s/fda6day5kjE/s1600-h/BUTLER047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mzmMLL3fI/AAAAAAAAC_s/fda6day5kjE/s320/BUTLER047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434071894083755506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mzlWnL9MI/AAAAAAAAC_k/9inBGd_zs_0/s1600-h/BUTLER081.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mzlWnL9MI/AAAAAAAAC_k/9inBGd_zs_0/s320/BUTLER081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434071879705687234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mzk68RQ5I/AAAAAAAAC_c/RsPxEfAjwkQ/s1600-h/BUTLER187.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mzk68RQ5I/AAAAAAAAC_c/RsPxEfAjwkQ/s320/BUTLER187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434071872277922706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mzBrcvLZI/AAAAAAAAC_U/_XR-iAbppT8/s1600-h/BUTLER018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mzBrcvLZI/AAAAAAAAC_U/_XR-iAbppT8/s320/BUTLER018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434071266823712146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mzBMxtHJI/AAAAAAAAC_M/xjikUTsntYU/s1600-h/BUTLER127.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mzBMxtHJI/AAAAAAAAC_M/xjikUTsntYU/s320/BUTLER127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434071258590157970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mzAR0RqwI/AAAAAAAAC_E/U9qpplCRXM0/s1600-h/BUTLER169.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kd_neT-zsiE/S2mzAR0RqwI/AAAAAAAAC_E/U9qpplCRXM0/s320/BUTLER169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434071242763250434" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0