tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80457735260945371352024-03-19T09:25:46.341-07:00The RobertsSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-11794524513852091572012-07-08T20:32:00.000-07:002012-07-08T20:32:13.566-07:00I'm a nerd...Alrighty, sorry for those of you who have tried to click on the link I left awhile ago and it did not direct you to my new blog. I am a HUGE Nerd! Sorry. Here it is <a href="http://www.vintageblueballoon.blogspot.com/">www.vintageblueballoon.blogspot.com</a><br />
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-50221105574772040252012-05-08T14:21:00.003-07:002012-05-08T14:21:37.473-07:00UpdateHey, remember me? I have moved blogs! Just a friendly reminder, I won't be posting on this blog anymore. Hop on over to see what we are up to :) <a href="http://www.vintagebluballoon.blogspot.com/">www.vintagebluballoon.blogspot.com</a> Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-22964298175825514722012-04-30T19:22:00.005-07:002012-04-30T19:22:57.058-07:00MovedHey fellow bloggers. I have moved my blog (I know such a pain for you) stick with me and you just might learn a thing or two. My new home: <a href="http://www.vintageblueballoon.blogspot.com/">www.vintageblueballoon.blogspot.com</a>. This new blog will contain my projects, cooking, kids, and life, life, life. See ya over there!<br />
<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-53112475399650916052012-04-20T07:44:00.000-07:002012-04-20T07:44:07.561-07:00Changes....Big time.Okay, why do I hardly ever blog??.....mmmm.....Well, it's taken me about 5 years of having this blog to figure out that I detest my blog. Don't get me wrong I do like to blog but I have never liked the look/layout/content (except my beautiful children) and oh, most importantly the lack of good pictures do to taking photos with Jack's crap camera on his blackberry. <div>
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Do not fret (I know you are/not upset). My camera is in the mail! My Canon G12 shutter flash point and shoot is in the mail! Yeah. Finally a camera that will capture the instant cute moments of my kids without me trying to take 5 pictures of the same thing. bleh. Along with the new/more awesome photos, there will be more on my style, decor, cooking, and kids kids kids. Stay tuned. Or don't. I am excited!!!</div>
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Also, I for once am not trying to make my blog look like anyone else's (identity crisis!!!). It will be fully my personality full of things that I LOVE! I know sounding cheesey right? I should just stop now.....But, it's coming......</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-48494039896322865962012-04-01T14:54:00.006-07:002012-04-01T15:42:28.068-07:00The big 3 for HarryToday is Harrison's 3rd Birthday! What a cool kid he is. A few things about Harry: he is a big time snuggler, it doesn't matter what time of day he will crawl up in your lap. He loves Batman he has never seen the movie (obviously) or the cartoons (too little in my opinion to watch it). But it all started when I dropped Harry, Everett, and Jane at the Gym daycare 3 months ago and when I came to pick him up he said "Look what I found mom, Batman!" he was holding a Batman action figure. I told Jack about it and he immediately said we needed to get him his own Batman toy, because when Jack was little that was his favorite toy. We have now put posters on Everett and Harry's wall of Batman, Captain America, and Superman. He is kind, loving, a stinker at times, but overall such a light in our lives. I love his age, he is playing games with Everett and wanting to be Jane's "Big Brother". <div><br /></div><div>Friday we celebrated his birthday with our family. Harry was so lucky to have all of our family there and especially excited when Grandpa and Grandma Passey came (and Rebekah). Grandpa Passey is Harry's favorite person. </div><div>We had a Batman Themed Birthday Party, here are a few pictures from his special day.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdfOe3h-TQBjJ5hyphenhyphenfs7ZyUeiMsMkQwm88jKPXSnKenRvt8-jfoyJDQPfEGFh7LHJwbwdFJqXgr4paw9_EXCXfNeV-PGBm4vjxFVDh0zjW97PICKSpSLGOn10Ny0GLMuZWqNcuEpeA_bLE/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20120330-00142.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdfOe3h-TQBjJ5hyphenhyphenfs7ZyUeiMsMkQwm88jKPXSnKenRvt8-jfoyJDQPfEGFh7LHJwbwdFJqXgr4paw9_EXCXfNeV-PGBm4vjxFVDh0zjW97PICKSpSLGOn10Ny0GLMuZWqNcuEpeA_bLE/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20120330-00142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726557236395008802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Apparently</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> I am doing a jig in this photo and don't know why</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAbbfKes4QfURnZ7C-ex00kWbGK9DASG5Lk1TztWOx1xPHViw3Twm52XJNCrenMsDHQ9zmOGaO32-AWz5LOQmsfT1P4u8oWQ_fGj8MENkLgg9a_2QleiPgfgnGQzbrECcD6ySQTHQ4Tk/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20120330-00141.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAbbfKes4QfURnZ7C-ex00kWbGK9DASG5Lk1TztWOx1xPHViw3Twm52XJNCrenMsDHQ9zmOGaO32-AWz5LOQmsfT1P4u8oWQ_fGj8MENkLgg9a_2QleiPgfgnGQzbrECcD6ySQTHQ4Tk/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20120330-00141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726557232427173042" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxaajiXi38k9x89ZodrZPoDGYSzoHopjsp3EgH9ToA7Vb3kWc4X_-R6QDkTxEAj3Z-PFiBwM203Ib7MlycGfQlLgYYh_RrdnScphze8pVRjNkcfsldeIaaQJo2iXosDw-jKtgEwESVFI/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20120330-00140.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxaajiXi38k9x89ZodrZPoDGYSzoHopjsp3EgH9ToA7Vb3kWc4X_-R6QDkTxEAj3Z-PFiBwM203Ib7MlycGfQlLgYYh_RrdnScphze8pVRjNkcfsldeIaaQJo2iXosDw-jKtgEwESVFI/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20120330-00140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726557230341989618" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNinBSO0cU1WfL1Aw96KATUodUtniDgpbs7qkQfZHk9FeTIHzy4dXXv4ymy_g3vdoo2mRmlj8pP4WMICyHUJe7FDeZ2VxRXZyc6xaB0BCiiRZCi1kuck1vbz51Wkge2ehmz7PXXN_LXI/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20120324-00139.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNinBSO0cU1WfL1Aw96KATUodUtniDgpbs7qkQfZHk9FeTIHzy4dXXv4ymy_g3vdoo2mRmlj8pP4WMICyHUJe7FDeZ2VxRXZyc6xaB0BCiiRZCi1kuck1vbz51Wkge2ehmz7PXXN_LXI/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20120324-00139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726557224125725634" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Harry this Morning on his Birthday. Breakfast in bed.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXibo7w_bCyJ8jxxk0zr3nWISGKqNAC-rOMEfo0RJWh1BMLUepbcDZAfiIzVdsQ-KZ8k2EDmjQCG1cAOEXDkFmQfVbBzJ5Kyv9R71xdAURuGmmqMU5BOJ8r-qU9EINnuufAIiMY61ddnA/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20120401-00146.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXibo7w_bCyJ8jxxk0zr3nWISGKqNAC-rOMEfo0RJWh1BMLUepbcDZAfiIzVdsQ-KZ8k2EDmjQCG1cAOEXDkFmQfVbBzJ5Kyv9R71xdAURuGmmqMU5BOJ8r-qU9EINnuufAIiMY61ddnA/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20120401-00146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726565990747121714" /></a><div>I am so proud of Harrison. I am so grateful for his sweet spirit in our home. Happy Birthday Harry I love you so much! Your daddy and I are so proud of you!!!</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-80576695564727787742012-03-08T09:00:00.002-08:002012-03-08T09:38:31.984-08:00"Plug"I have started a new adventure called "Eyelash Extensions!" They are fun, gorgeous, and make your everyday makeup routine so simple. I love them especially with how busy I have gotten with my three kiddies. (are you loving my plug?) I am fully trained and have fallen in love with doing them. The lashes I use are amazing in quality and softness. I place a lash extension directly on every natural lash adding to it's length and thickness. The beauty of lashes is you don't need to ever put on mascara when wearing them (plug,plug,plug). A full set of lashes will last about 4 weeks before you need a fill. <div><br /></div><div>I have just started a website for my small business <a href="http://www.lashmebeautiful.com/">www.lashmebeautiful.com</a>. Here's the best part of this 'oh so awesome plug', tell your friends!!! I am trying to grow my business and would love to get some people in here that I know or who has been referred by someone. Here's the sweet deal: </div><div><ul><li>If you refer a friend you will receive $15 off your next eyelash fill (regular fill = $40.00/with the discount it'll only be $25.00!) </li><li>A Full set of lashes regularly cost $90.00. Now through the end of April I am doing a blogger promotion where a Full Set of lashes is only $45.00 (loving the plug right?:)) </li></ul>So, if you are interested or you know someone who would be, send them my way. :)) Thanks guys!!! Yes, I'm amazing, weren't you just thinking that reading through this post?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My Lash Salon.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkZdAYdxd4abR2XhydPbG2Vl1OfK32GNmEC-wGlNesieOgF6179vqArADp3nfSlzkFORqJhGYbX9A8OJJS2Z-HMO22X_3cF7BPXqhYa0jAGPgzGBVCR3iU4lH3qTfXc8BkiYT2sYSfjg/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20120308-00100.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkZdAYdxd4abR2XhydPbG2Vl1OfK32GNmEC-wGlNesieOgF6179vqArADp3nfSlzkFORqJhGYbX9A8OJJS2Z-HMO22X_3cF7BPXqhYa0jAGPgzGBVCR3iU4lH3qTfXc8BkiYT2sYSfjg/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20120308-00100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717581476213870178" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-179965120223421312012-02-24T09:41:00.006-08:002012-02-24T13:35:18.845-08:00About that.....Really? No, really, really??? You have no idea how many times I have come to this blog and shut the computer. Reason 1 being, we have been sick, I say "we" because I have had the worst of it. I caught a cold four weeks ago and despite my healthy diet and vitamin regimine it Knocked me out. In the midst of my cold my kids got colds... The difference between my cold and my kids colds was mine was ten times worse and I am just getting over it, my kids colds were mild and they kicked that sucker in 3 days. They say, a healthy immune system does get sick but bounces right back... Which means my immune system is really not good. grrr. It's kept me from the gym for a solid week and a half. This week was epic for sure though, let the story begin:<div><br /></div><div>Sunday I started to get a sore back, and it turned into the flu by monday morning with body aches, and chills. I was out. So, was Everett. We layed on the couch together all day and watched movies while Jack made grocery runs to soothe our little tummies (mine not so little). Everett again, bounce right back and by the end of the night he was as good as new. I was feeling okay but the virus settled in my neck, not so awesome. Monday night came, I did my first set of EyeLash training (yes. I am now an official Eyelasher? haha) I didn't cancel my appointment because I felt good, and duh, lashes are important.:) Jack took the kids away for the evening running around entertaining them, bless that man o mine he's so supportive.</div><div><br /></div><div> That night I lay my wittle head down to try and get some sleep when the blasted sore throat settled in...ggrrrr. Also I was wide eyed and uncomfortable because my neck was still "KILLING" me. Um, you tired yet? Oh, we've only just begun? 2:00 a.m. Jane starts crying, Jack goes to check on her, throw up. Oh no, really? AHH!!! We brought her in our bed, more throw up. Poor thing she was so confused, I might have cried three different times because I was so helpless in making her feel better. I have never smelled such a horrible smell as what was coming from my pretty little thing. It was getting everywhere, we decided to put her pale little body in a warm bath. As we were doing this, Harry comes out of his room saying "I'm sick" goes to the toilet and throws up. At this point Jack and I look at each other with complete shock of "Really? Is this happening? This is a scene from those movies where you leave the movie saying, I am not having kids, those poor schmucks". Yep, that was us. Covered in throw up and changing sheets. Before I continue, I do have to say that we call Harrison a "Bear" the kid is built like a linebacker. He threw up once and then went to bed and showed no other signs of being sick, I like 'idolize' his strength to kick that darn flu to the curb. Alright, carrying on, by 4 am I have now lost track of how many times wittle Janey had thrown up. Jack and I both cuddled her down stairs and watched some T.V. together. In the early morning Jack also started to get the flu big surprise right? It was going to be a long day. He called in sick to work (which didn't happen he still worked the entire day poor guy). Jane finally was able to hold fluids and by about 4:30 am we all went to bed. The next morning or should I say a few hours later, Jane woke up as giddy and hyper as I have ever seen her. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is a long story, I know, but I am amazed by it so here it is making it's mark in the blogger-roo. Remember that sore throat of mine? Still bad, Neck soreness? Still hurts. I did more lashes on Tuesday night, again, I was well enough to do them, and I was sure I wasn't contagious. By Wednesday morning I was up with Jack a 5 am me making Tea and getting a heating pad and Jack loading up the Business attire for his trip. I had had enough. This is rediculous. Really, I need to get better, this is annoying!!! I was doing all my natural remedies. grrr. Luckily by the evening I was feeling like I was finally getting better. Whew, thank goodness! </div><div><br /></div><div>Thursday, I was rejuvinated! I cleaned! Organized! Went to IKEA got live fresh plants for my house, and scoured my house top to bottom. Such a good feeling! Oh, I forgot to mention that through this entire week the kids have been so good! They listened, played, were grateful, all the sticky sweet stuff we Mom's love. So, as a reward I took them to the Dollar Store (remember I like it there and they can pick any toy they want) to pick out a toy. Overall awesome incredible day! Feeling awesome! But, since my house was incredible clean I didn't want to get it messy with making dinner. We loaded into the car and went to Cafe Rio, oh, I had been craving me some sweet pork taco's. I devoured. The kids ate there quesadillas. We left content and full. Later that night Jack came home I was at a friends house getting my eyelashes done when I started to feel a little funny. I finished up my app. at 9:30 and at 10:30 I was in a hot bath wondering why I felt like I wanted to throw up. Yuck. Then I started getting super ticked off. Like FUMING! Can I get a break!!! Really??? This is outrageous!!! I was so tired I fell asleep but my sleep kept getting rudely interrupted by my yucky tummy. 2 am. vomit. rest of the night more yucky stuff. It dawns on me "Food Poisoning". This is the part in the story that makes me giggle like and insane locked up woman in a room full of coo-coo clocks. So have you had enough? Yeah, me too. I am recovering today, If any little thing goes wrong though (probably will) I cannot promise my mental state and what I might do. I have hit the wall. Get me out of this place!!! Bring me some good health why don't ya? Geez. Alright. That's what you've been missing, I know disappointed right? Every time you check and see if your favorite blogger in the world has updated her blog! That is the blow I send you. Cruel, I agree. We are ready for spring. Also, I am sorry about no pictures. We don't have a camera. broken. boo. lame me. :) Enjoy your weekend! Don't get sick!</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-12672453421542471252012-01-18T22:09:00.000-08:002012-01-18T22:43:52.184-08:00'Freeze'You might think my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>"Title"</b></span> is referring to the weather, as much as I am so glad that winter has decided to make an appearance (only to get it over with not because I love it), it has nothing to do with that. Today was extrodinary, I managed to get a million things done (without a husband, busy guy) carting around the gang, and still managing to stay incredibly patient. I love those days! Mother's need a gold star for days like that, and guess what? Kids went down beautifully, and Jack is arriving home tonight an entire day earlier than planned, (long sigh here) don't you love those days? Interestingly I did not sleep a wink last night, which usually would result in a bad day, but I woke up or rather stopped staring into oblivion and got out of bed with an amazing amount of energy and determination. For me today was all about wanting to "Freeze my good mood", to "Freeze my awesomeness(duh)", and most of all "Freeze my kids". The first "Freeze" was picking Everett up from school. As I got out of the car and walked down the sidewalk he bolted from his classmates and says "Hi Mom! I like your scarf!". The sweetest ever. The second being that Harry now puts on his seat belt but after only a week of performing this task he is starting to get lazy and not want to. So, I have tried playing games with it like "Don't put on your seat belt! Don't you dare!!" my kids love doing the opposite of what I say so I use this to my advantage. Well today, I finally say "Okay, Harry if you don't put your seat belt on I will have to spank your bum" :) (harsh? I say it lovingly don't worry). He quickly puts it on with a little smile and then says "I want you to spank my bum" and then flashes me the cheekiest grin ever, as he clicked his seat belt in, such a little comic. Not so fun moment today was Jane running at her little leg full speed falling forward and cutting open her bottom lip on a chair leg, poor thing. I kept telling people who would commented on her lip when we were out "wait till her daddy sees it, he will be devastated". Which is true, every night we check on our kids we lay next to them and when we go into Jane's room Jack would stay their all night. Anyway, I am rambling, but I think it's important to embrace these moments and remember these days. I am sad to say these days for me don't come very often. When they do come though, watch out I will conquer...Along with my Three Amigos.<div> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Another flashback photo. Everett and Me when Everett was almost 2</span></i></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD81V__vHs7AA9xGEFzLtivcYLQi6cR-xJkgD8vHkr0yOzmQOaVNJktRoo1ZJiNgbvW8y_wvG1RZxHfsRODMHybFS0bWsMg9xCOC5FIKtAufcVtMVREADfCdHPmeSH-K1JTQJ_bTg9AHc/s1600/Photo+167.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD81V__vHs7AA9xGEFzLtivcYLQi6cR-xJkgD8vHkr0yOzmQOaVNJktRoo1ZJiNgbvW8y_wvG1RZxHfsRODMHybFS0bWsMg9xCOC5FIKtAufcVtMVREADfCdHPmeSH-K1JTQJ_bTg9AHc/s320/Photo+167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699229536787836962" /></a></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-54584580001610871252012-01-16T12:27:00.000-08:002012-01-16T12:58:36.320-08:00This was hung in my room growing up.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_w4oLU4NdS7TXucXzwWmGKLl5kztN1adKOIaF2OKETqBY2PC-ov2tdoan_6siZqxtPC7zYUM472Oy71yGCZ-HvNqWLCu8yUKNCCPjuq999YkvQtkZtXOrGIGOhebVFwrotRnLt-huQ0/s1600/BEAUTYTIPS_lowres.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_w4oLU4NdS7TXucXzwWmGKLl5kztN1adKOIaF2OKETqBY2PC-ov2tdoan_6siZqxtPC7zYUM472Oy71yGCZ-HvNqWLCu8yUKNCCPjuq999YkvQtkZtXOrGIGOhebVFwrotRnLt-huQ0/s320/BEAUTYTIPS_lowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698329269016625426" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-43233649354740515662012-01-13T08:15:00.000-08:002012-01-13T08:51:13.747-08:00Awesomness.I have heard funny and adorable things from my children lately, since we have no form of other documentation other than the blog, (no camera, no video camera....I know so sad) They are going to have to be documented here :). Here goes the list:<div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Harry's Awesomeness:</span></b></div><div>1. He is Potty Trained! (Except for the nasty little skids that need to be changed twice a day...Sick)</div><div>2. He buckles his own seat belt. I am talking the shoulder/lap belt, not the dinky car seat. Major accomplishment (I might have screamed crazy loud the first time he did this...It's the little things right?).</div><div>3. Won't let me wipe his bum after "you know what"....Gross. Super awesome...Skids remember?</div><div>4. His favorite toy is Batman, such a boy. Just ask him to talk like Batman, double awesome.</div><div>5. He still eats messier than Jane. Seriously, so not awesome.</div><div>6. Still a cuddle bug. </div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Everett's Awesomeness:</span></b></div><div>1. He is a clean freak. By the end of the day when he gets ready for bed his clothes are clean enough to wear again. Less laundry right? :)</div><div>2. He always takes his dish to the sink, (again super clean) and I never have to wipe up after him, he doesn't spill.</div><div>3. Independent Guru.</div><div>4. He masters every puzzle he is given</div><div>5. He is amazingly sweet example: yesterday while Jane was down for a nap and Harry was sleeping Everett has to go into his room for "Quiet Time" which really means "Mommy alone time" :) He comes out of his room and asks me this question "Mom, can I sneak into Jane's room and carefully cuddle her while she sleeps?" I was so blown away by it that I said yes. So, he did. He loves Jane so much, he is constantly looking out for her, and wanting to give her hugs and kisses. </div><div>6. While Harry was down for a nap the other day Everett said "Mom, I am going to sneak downstairs and give Harry a kiss while he is sleeping". Creepy? Sweet? Honestly, I hope he always stays this way.</div><div>7. Another sweet Everett moment was this morning when I dropped him off at school he always gives us kisses, but this morning he grabbed Jane's hand and kissed it and then said "That's how you kiss a Princess Jane!" I am not making this stuff up this kid is oozing with over with sweetness.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Jane's Awesomeness:</b></span></div><div>1. She's Potty Trained! Just kidding, that would be awesome....Wishful thinking.</div><div>2. Still the #1 affection of everyone in the household most of all Jack.</div><div>3. Saucey. Enough said.</div><div>4. She counts like this "AHH, TEEUUU" and thats as far as she goes. so funny.</div><div>5. Her first word (along time ago) was "Baby" she is really good at saying "NO".</div><div>6. She is pulling in the rest of her teeth.</div><div>7. Her hair is long enough to have to comb and do everyday...Pigtails! Lovin it!</div><div>8. She sleeps in a single bed. She gets out of it plays for a little and then crawls back into it and falls asleep, she also does this routine for nap time. Seriously she sleeps better than the boys.</div><div><br /></div><div>My awesome Story of the week: Showing up to the gym twice wearing my UGG Boots completely forgetting to take them off and put on my Tennis Shoes. So annoying. </div><div><br /></div><div>That is all for the "Awesomeness" for now. I am still working out everyday, Jack is working and traveling again. We are snuggling into Sandy and would love to make this our home, we'll see we never have a plan because our life cannot be planned, who knows where we will end up. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a Blast from the past, Everett in England at 5 months old</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHgWiGbMSDzqfJ5H35sX3LJIxszeBsJoEgNLHij0aliEFNhDOJeLULy0IJYpnVYGPNEEGPq0_bmXWH6ts0UUowhvP0mZoE2yYk4brbqbmOqt5dgy1GDHWwpWZEo9BrkHMBB0XZBWkjBps/s1600/PC310072.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHgWiGbMSDzqfJ5H35sX3LJIxszeBsJoEgNLHij0aliEFNhDOJeLULy0IJYpnVYGPNEEGPq0_bmXWH6ts0UUowhvP0mZoE2yYk4brbqbmOqt5dgy1GDHWwpWZEo9BrkHMBB0XZBWkjBps/s320/PC310072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697158068539813778" /></a></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-48333328630664141492012-01-04T11:09:00.000-08:002012-01-04T11:32:52.444-08:00Christmas-Christmas is over, is it weird that I am so glad? Also, Jack pointed out today that we had Christmas Decor down for three days when Valentine Decor took it's place. I love Valentines! I have never loved holidays more than this year, the kids are so into every celebration now that they are getting older, I love it.<div><br /></div><div>The kids were awesome on Christmas morning. Everett opened every single gift with the same enthusiasm example: "Mom! I cannot believe you got me a new belt!!! I wanted this!!!". It literally took the boys 20 mins to go through theirs stockings because they were drinking in every little thing they possibly could. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jane got a doll and it's really safe to say I was a year too early on this type of doll. So, I brushed her hair after it being mangled and thrown on the floor in the first hour of it's existence and have put it on a high shelf for when she is older. Luckily my mom got her an adorable little "Dora" doll that she loves. I love girl toys!!</div><div><br /></div><div>We did all the festive things this Christmas. We went and saw "The Forgotten Carols" with Everett, Parties, Lights, Festival of trees, Zoo, these events all decked out our wonderful Christmas season. 2012 it looking great!</div><div> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBl5vAz4te9U1eVfCK7Pn9PGMiRjh93G09M3pg9eCwPVCvTsdSPH049AblnSvQwsLh02514K4s3pY3epRBNAREw66lwa3sGkkSjd6_u1cTWKK8H8XTaZ8_MOJENaJXaHS8CPphaejbiso/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20111225-00041.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBl5vAz4te9U1eVfCK7Pn9PGMiRjh93G09M3pg9eCwPVCvTsdSPH049AblnSvQwsLh02514K4s3pY3epRBNAREw66lwa3sGkkSjd6_u1cTWKK8H8XTaZ8_MOJENaJXaHS8CPphaejbiso/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20111225-00041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693858809035037554" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNIJ4VgyzXJ4Pzw92gpciqLVLz6pTyfABvhhH7LI0xZyyEUE4iry-8qsLrooO-WAkxqMCPTQ9qGAWO9lkzlRcMAHoO1HqXA08qMToLV4kab8ElCkW0cU96xFAWAtdqGC88Dwy3245m14/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20111225-00050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNIJ4VgyzXJ4Pzw92gpciqLVLz6pTyfABvhhH7LI0xZyyEUE4iry-8qsLrooO-WAkxqMCPTQ9qGAWO9lkzlRcMAHoO1HqXA08qMToLV4kab8ElCkW0cU96xFAWAtdqGC88Dwy3245m14/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20111225-00050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693858791997612034" /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNIJ4VgyzXJ4Pzw92gpciqLVLz6pTyfABvhhH7LI0xZyyEUE4iry-8qsLrooO-WAkxqMCPTQ9qGAWO9lkzlRcMAHoO1HqXA08qMToLV4kab8ElCkW0cU96xFAWAtdqGC88Dwy3245m14/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20111225-00050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Mustache Band-Aids, Jack snuck all of these into everyone's stockings at the Roberts Christmas Eve Celebration. Harry couldn't stay awake for opening presents</div><div> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRuaSFYXMnwm6d4Z1_kZ1VjlpR8KocZkyyqro3Yw6U_YwPGnTGWD6VdlwcQrdoPwYfJyOJfJijA2OHw6pN5IRHCPy19wY07zGJQUGFwnWdT-gtWHufX6SiSeULuLtENAAg-p9YLZcodpE/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20111224-00038.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRuaSFYXMnwm6d4Z1_kZ1VjlpR8KocZkyyqro3Yw6U_YwPGnTGWD6VdlwcQrdoPwYfJyOJfJijA2OHw6pN5IRHCPy19wY07zGJQUGFwnWdT-gtWHufX6SiSeULuLtENAAg-p9YLZcodpE/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20111224-00038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693858786522620386" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-4UNEiP-wWTl9xkw3Q5G-d1OYn5kpdOb_JAIHz0pjOp5eOJSZBc4sv5lOEiKr5-zxKL4iSSp9EqJdUS1MYwhahL0K_e8v4AD2OGBlwZX2ha4Aok2DgCpBgtA5K-S4XxIZXoB7_4ZkZU/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20111224-00036.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-4UNEiP-wWTl9xkw3Q5G-d1OYn5kpdOb_JAIHz0pjOp5eOJSZBc4sv5lOEiKr5-zxKL4iSSp9EqJdUS1MYwhahL0K_e8v4AD2OGBlwZX2ha4Aok2DgCpBgtA5K-S4XxIZXoB7_4ZkZU/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20111224-00036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693858774903032962" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJOCILeOjPwXhcI33MjzQGrh-nYINpH2uzxQvuO3dXvd4VLb-Xyenq0QbZKviYTF-aWw7g8WuHe30SoLPppME7GLv8eXoT1MSxsifYLpyX2Tq5R3eje9nhl3kO6MxLvCIaVrMR5SuIps/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20111224-00037.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJOCILeOjPwXhcI33MjzQGrh-nYINpH2uzxQvuO3dXvd4VLb-Xyenq0QbZKviYTF-aWw7g8WuHe30SoLPppME7GLv8eXoT1MSxsifYLpyX2Tq5R3eje9nhl3kO6MxLvCIaVrMR5SuIps/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20111224-00037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693858764909551442" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMSgF2JXgOxR4mGCkayZExig2Jg48SI6okFgQA-d64Zq9PBDt7-9jna6UmjIIj0_yLM0hhTpnQXUunRdOQgcYY_15DsnKVfirRmWU0ZOITP61twNtP9ku7Y7xKiCUTlINDYkQvXMYG5Ek/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20111222-00034_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMSgF2JXgOxR4mGCkayZExig2Jg48SI6okFgQA-d64Zq9PBDt7-9jna6UmjIIj0_yLM0hhTpnQXUunRdOQgcYY_15DsnKVfirRmWU0ZOITP61twNtP9ku7Y7xKiCUTlINDYkQvXMYG5Ek/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20111222-00034_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693858455780348594" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKNdU2lmVI9F2G57hA7qttblh8VfyT1XVc04MDS0UdlN50TBqn-78CkMrqT4JfS72RcCL8rce9uZoxuM8G1TmdVuTbM_CvfBk2NLRsDxspXfaZ4BXxUD8qESa0fForu_S-klvt-5x1E4/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20111214-00011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKNdU2lmVI9F2G57hA7qttblh8VfyT1XVc04MDS0UdlN50TBqn-78CkMrqT4JfS72RcCL8rce9uZoxuM8G1TmdVuTbM_CvfBk2NLRsDxspXfaZ4BXxUD8qESa0fForu_S-klvt-5x1E4/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20111214-00011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693858433747260418" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQa6RvyplxFPB5neNyDgUF1ya3QbdeVOhpB6zVzb57kqOyXBoH4ziEf8keUiOZSqSj-Duo_goxS700EUMp2MMXtxJkoj0TTZhCabEV43vZMWoxJwluiQE1OXQoQ03BYv_3lyQcVABnDw/s1600/Salt+Lake+City-20111214-00009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQa6RvyplxFPB5neNyDgUF1ya3QbdeVOhpB6zVzb57kqOyXBoH4ziEf8keUiOZSqSj-Duo_goxS700EUMp2MMXtxJkoj0TTZhCabEV43vZMWoxJwluiQE1OXQoQ03BYv_3lyQcVABnDw/s320/Salt+Lake+City-20111214-00009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693858431326978274" /></a></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-20938657944564382992011-12-15T22:53:00.000-08:002011-12-18T22:27:05.615-08:00A crazy day...A non-stop day happens all the time in this house (duh three kids remember?) but no day has been crazier than today (well Thursday took me this long to post it).<div><br /></div><div>My day began with me waking up at 8:00 am by Harry who every morning instead of heading downstairs with Everett to watch Mickey Mouse he climbs up in bed with me and snuggles until I get up. I love his cold little feet snuggling their way under my warm body, a total trait he got from me, sorry getting side tracked. Continuing on. Harry + morning snuggle = perfect way to start your day. Today I had a lot to do, but considering it is the season of joy I was excited to embark on my day (if only I knew what kind of day it would have been).</div><div><br /></div><div>I started off heading to the DI, I know you all are probably way to good for that lovely joint, but for me I always go and look around to see if I can nab a treasure. Today, no treasure. Oh, did I mention I had all three bundles of joy with me? I love these little kiddo's but timing is everything, naps, snacks, moods. Luckily Everett was in a stunning mood, grinning, always taking Harry's hand being you know, big brother, I was so proud. DI stats: $1 dollar round frame that will be a future project = semi-success. Hand sanitizer, and we were off to the next store.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kid to Kid. Harry fighting with me in the car for me to let him take his treasured "Kitten Soft Paws" toy. This is is second one, he lost his first one a few weeks ago and has been asking for it ever since. Miraculously at the Gym daycare he found one and they let him have it (so nice). But, considering he has been whining about it for three weeks I did not want this one lost. Rule: leave all toys in the car. Remember when I was talking about timing? Well moods were shifting so I let him take the toy in. Kid to Kid stats: 3 amazing flannel shirts for Harry $11 total + Harry losing "kitten Soft Paws" = extreme anger from me. grr. </div><div><br /></div><div> Hobby Lobby, luckily all of these places are 30 seconds from each other. Hobby Lobby did not dissapoint, 50% of wrapping paper, a super cheap Craft for a new wall hanging, and bonus Crafts for the kids. Love it. Stats on kids behaviour: kids wearing out, Jane melting down, Harry slowest walker in the world, Everett very obedient, but acting a little too annoyed at Harry's slowness, "deep breaths Everett", "Deep breaths me".</div><div><br /></div><div>Next stop Dollar Store! Okay I might seem super cheep to a lot of you. Here's the thing, I love the finer things in life, but I also love a bargain, the end. I wanted to find something to put my nieghborhood treats in. I found them, Tins, Love the Tins. A little tissue paper some home baked goodies. Delish. The rest of our Dollar Store trip went like this: Harry blowing on a toy Saxaphone, crap. gotta buy, good thing only a dollar. Send Everett to go and get a toy (gotta be fair), he chooses a Monster Truck and then Harry wants one but he already has a the Saxaphone. Mean mom? Maybe, Dollar Store Stats: 10 tins, 2 sets of Christmas labels, One unwanted Saxaphone, a monster truck, and a Santa Maze toy Jane wouldn't let go of = Harry crying because he wants a monster truck. awesome.</div><div><br /></div><div>Final stop: Grocery Store. Eh. In out, $40 dollars worth of chocolate and pretzels. Kid Stats= Hungry, tired, no bueno. </div><div><br /></div><div>Home: feed, unload. Start cooking the goodies for the nieghborhood, babysit a neighbor.</div><div><br /></div><div>Feed family dinner. Try and clean up sticky chocolate spots all over the kitchen. I then head off to the doctor to have Jane's ear checked. Okay, I don't go to the doctor very often, I don't feel the need they need to go every time they have sniffle. But due to an enormous amount of wax build up in Jane's ear that was very dark in color, I made the call. All I got was she doesn't have an "Inner ear infection, it's more like an "outer ear infection". okay. The doctor wrote me a prescription for some ear drops. I dash out of there with my adorable little Jane who I want to hug and cuddle all the time, sorry side tracked, but Jane wasn't at all acting fussy which is why the doctor diagnosed the "Outer ear infection". Before I picked up her drops I needed to take a quick detour to pick up a mattress for some friends staying at our house that night, and then home to teach my two (and only) voice students who I adore. As I run to the store Jack calls and says my student is there I had just enough time to drop off her prescription and get home. Stats so far: Dr. office + mattress pick up + Grocery store = no prescription, one mattress, and a grinning Jane, did mention how adorable she is? </div><div><br /></div><div>I arrive home teach my two awesome students and then take my students to a nieghbors house to practice a song for sunday's primary Christmas program (I am primary Chorister) after that is finished, I call Jack who has been juggling the kids for the past 5 hours and getting them to bed (he's awesome). I told him would pick up Jane's prescription. Oh, text message from my friend "will not be staying the night at our house". Bummer.</div><div><br /></div><div> As I get Jane's prescription the Pharmacists says that will be $30.00. uh. what!!? I frankly reply (I am more frank the older I get) "What is my insurance for?" He then says "Oh, well they covered the other $174.00". Holy smokes! What a joke! You mean I am putting $200.00 ear drops in Jane's ear for a possible "Outer ear infection?" yikes. no thanks. The pharmacist said if she didn't seem irritated than don't get them and if she does I can come back and get them. This is why I work so hard on keeping my children's bodies healthy, because when it comes down to it I am the primary care-giver. I think the health care system is so dishonest. Don't get me wrong obviously if my child needed special medical care I would give it to them. But, come on? There is a place for doctors, and I am grateful for that. But, I am the mother I have mother intuition, I am responsible for their health. Sorry, super side tracked. Grocery store round 2: no prescription + tired me = relieved the night is over, oh and an extra mattress.</div><div><br /></div><div>I actually started writing this post a few days ago ( Thursday just for accuracy sake). I was exhausted to say the least. I ended the night eating carbs and laughing with Jack. I am grateful for my slower days in comparison to crazy. But, I learned a lot and am sure learning more and more each day. Life is all about taking your opportunities and making the most of them. For those of you who actually read all the way through this post, you might be my most loyal and weird friends yet. :) Happy Holidays.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-89683069666053554132011-12-12T15:59:00.000-08:002011-12-12T16:24:23.751-08:0026Today is my 26th Birthday. I love birthday's, I am sure when I get a little older I will dread the coming years but for now I am lovin my twenties. In all reality I should be turning 35, with three kids and a whole bunch of grown up life experience crammed into 6 yrs. What have I learned in these last 6 years of adult-hood you may ask? Let me make you a list:<div><br /></div><div>Nothing is ever, ever for certain</div><div>Life is way too short to sweat the lame stuff</div><div>Time goes very slow and super fast all at once</div><div>Listen to your own Mother/Woman intuition</div><div>Give people the benefit of the doubt they may surprise you</div><div>Watchimg my wording around me kids for example "what the "H"" instead of "What the hell" it has the same feel coming out of their mouths as the original.</div><div>Don't avoid germs they are immune builders</div><div>Don't argue about dumb things like "which way the Toilet paper goes"</div><div>Don't buy clothes in hopes to fit into them, dress for your figure now.</div><div>Positive reinforcement is incredibly hard to do but so worth the outcome</div><div>The only motivator is me</div><div>Scrambled eggs are perfectly acceptable for dinner</div><div>I determine my fate and who I want to be</div><div>Only paint your nails late at night when the kids are asleep</div><div>Don't be too paranoid you will raise paranoid children (germs...a healthy balance)</div><div>I have control over my bodies health and my children, it's my responsibilty</div><div>Generic brands are usually as good as the expensive brands sometimes even better</div><div>Stop critizing myself it will only damage me not build me up</div><div>PROBIOTICS<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div>Little things matter like "offering a drink" to you spouse or "leaving a little note"</div><div>Boys have smelly feet (harry)</div><div>Boys love Potty talk (both boys)</div><div>I am not super-woman. I am Super-Mom</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>That doesn't even scratch the surface of what I have learned and a month ago I had a few really good things to put on the list and of course I forgot them :). But, I love the journey I have been on, it's been crazy hard, but fun. I am constantly looking at others and loving the example they set for me.I love Jack so much, he is the biggest GOON, and I am right there with him. My kids rock my socks off, I love how crazy they make me and in a split second I can melt. 26. geez. Here's looking at the next year, Cheers.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>In honor of Jane who doesn't pick her nose just likes her finger up it.</i></div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihuiEq2kOJANw9dWOUTou2iH-ZgrYs_y_JFjC-y4YaXR-0IZHshdP2qaVt9-ADUkTpfiMFojdG51Raq2j303cvJ0EnszwYcBHy2uEwjTY4tW3YM8AwNkbz27TgMrWaaJC6tOwaM1D9J7k/s320/Photo+194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685400299875104226" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXLWUJEyuvEAmwTQooVChb8DNfmM1lZvnYBsKqLQ4mAfd6VJW63XSSCTOmNRDP6-dPvFu_sK0n0cpZv4CHM5ifmjUM9coRRfFdlujnKPDrj2R-haC2fDm53V74MrCHqWhpAAwPWpDly34/s1600/Photo+189.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXLWUJEyuvEAmwTQooVChb8DNfmM1lZvnYBsKqLQ4mAfd6VJW63XSSCTOmNRDP6-dPvFu_sK0n0cpZv4CHM5ifmjUM9coRRfFdlujnKPDrj2R-haC2fDm53V74MrCHqWhpAAwPWpDly34/s320/Photo+189.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685400299427653890" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-86077789520957040212011-12-06T15:27:00.000-08:002011-12-07T20:34:48.336-08:00Family Pictures<div>Warning! Tons of pictures ahead. If beautiful children, a hot studly man, and well me make you sick, turn back now. 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMR55oIBxNS0tMhxJXbequFpLUufvqnW259fmebOHI_Ab-EOM4Uce0VjmQisZJeFAiHEMe49gwrU4jPjIsOOyVIED8b5BhrCDq2Z4lm-DBCtPBjfP9cxoJC8Bjpp2Mj_TS1LY6zvK5Dk/s320/_MG_0841-Edit-Edit-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683172327713682114" /></a><div> </div><div>Thank You to travisJphotgraphy for these awesome photos! The end.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-3392533931238326392011-12-05T13:50:00.000-08:002011-12-06T16:26:28.696-08:00FLORIDAA few weeks ago I went with Jack on a business trip. 4 days + 3 night= Heaven. Jack is out of town more often than being in town. So, we thought we would finally (after a year of this new job) take advantage of a little vacay. My parents took our kids, which was perfect, didn't worry a bit the entire time. We flew out Monday, even the plane ride was nice, sitting next to jack with no distractions staring into oblivion out of my tiny window, so great. A huge bonus with flying with Jack and with Jack's job in general is all expenses are paid and Jack is a business class member. You wouldn't think this would be very important but it SO is, for example, we never had to stand in a line at the airport, Jack just flashed the secret sign and we were zipped through. love it. <div><br /></div><div>We arrived in Florida about 1 am. We headed<br />over to the car rental and the only car they had available to take us to the hotel was a white Convertable. So, we cruised in style.</div><div> Notice my frizz ball hair. I could never live in Florida and that would be my #1 reason why<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFw_o2jxg-FPIvh9eg8-YKG1YxW_aCj1Z8Q5_vsRjFEwxfBqFdFDL8dC2zPb0IJ2iANoxJgoz2kVgOzHwXzbE4YSANtFqrj7OOKSDRxMiEBI0JlDwbHpjnSesdgb_y-vUT3oSCPZmYMM/s1600/IMG00460-20111115-0041.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFw_o2jxg-FPIvh9eg8-YKG1YxW_aCj1Z8Q5_vsRjFEwxfBqFdFDL8dC2zPb0IJ2iANoxJgoz2kVgOzHwXzbE4YSANtFqrj7OOKSDRxMiEBI0JlDwbHpjnSesdgb_y-vUT3oSCPZmYMM/s320/IMG00460-20111115-0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682768537823671506" /></a></div><div> The next day when we promptly returned it for fear of getting any little nick on it. It was great while it lasted, we ended up with a Nissan Hybrid, a really cool car, not as glitzy as our "Corvey" but a lot more practical.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQ7rcLuAtm8zlDokrx6HdCr8VV7buoKZRuFB2P6n8XD_9ghtiB3YI2xkXdyP3-yoEEiy612bE1jydHWku_kMjAIpwtNGYVLrgh-0rLldtTjyDeWC7vFcwZ2XWWaYjrtMEl3MbQSeqOFo/s1600/IMG00461-20111115-1139.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQ7rcLuAtm8zlDokrx6HdCr8VV7buoKZRuFB2P6n8XD_9ghtiB3YI2xkXdyP3-yoEEiy612bE1jydHWku_kMjAIpwtNGYVLrgh-0rLldtTjyDeWC7vFcwZ2XWWaYjrtMEl3MbQSeqOFo/s320/IMG00461-20111115-1139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682768542571376226" /></a><br /><br />Did I mention this is officially the first time Jack and I have taken a Vacation together that's lasted longer than 24 hrs? This was I guess a "late Honeymoon" (6yrs. late). So basically I lounged around in the Hotel room, read a book, Worked out, did all of my Christmas Shopping at the amazing Mall that was three steps from my Hotel, and ate a lot of food. Poor Jack hardly left the Hotel room on Tuesday due to an enormous amount of work that needed to be done. Wednesday however we found our way to the beach. I know I am so lame but this is my first time ever on a Florida Beach and my second time ever on a beach. I am not a beach girl, notice my fair complexion and frizzy hair, I was so out of place :). The sand literally felt like Flour. It's amazing what people will wear on the beach and how tanned they feel the need to be. hilarious. I love people watching.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XbQv0onzYDH33pEhAsyeGKz22mULZKuTvkr1n6Lxnv6nTnIRqi0v-G2nU7tsLk8O0WYUb_wWJuPESCU-97Wex8qAwyG2K3Fy6ZCG_LCm372Kyb6v5J0LCe7Gv-R70qjxq0jUyStct7c/s1600/IMG00471-20111116-1535.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XbQv0onzYDH33pEhAsyeGKz22mULZKuTvkr1n6Lxnv6nTnIRqi0v-G2nU7tsLk8O0WYUb_wWJuPESCU-97Wex8qAwyG2K3Fy6ZCG_LCm372Kyb6v5J0LCe7Gv-R70qjxq0jUyStct7c/s320/IMG00471-20111116-1535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682771602768893490" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT8efT1X37jex1KmoYg0nx1p_cgaENMZTw81pMnbKCT7qs8a1QAi2mwuFYX-Qkp96bCXX2vh0O9ziTxZ9eLbejvkU6l5aEU13QC7gvCpkU8tklT3qRYwyy5s5Wb5FHwuugAPk1Uk7oT8E/s1600/IMG00474-20111116-1536.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT8efT1X37jex1KmoYg0nx1p_cgaENMZTw81pMnbKCT7qs8a1QAi2mwuFYX-Qkp96bCXX2vh0O9ziTxZ9eLbejvkU6l5aEU13QC7gvCpkU8tklT3qRYwyy5s5Wb5FHwuugAPk1Uk7oT8E/s320/IMG00474-20111116-1536.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682771598342081714" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWCQltmgEwECQSxFeDcdIiPqk0cm7nvlfIpT18faeQEcYZTRDKJVR8s6kjMDkEbg-W5_KshoLUMEhkR9siUMM_PzP6g0jKD2xKNt_hdD8ISU_tLbGLZdvu_SwSuExKsog4C5bbvEJLDOo/s1600/IMG00470-20111116-1535.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWCQltmgEwECQSxFeDcdIiPqk0cm7nvlfIpT18faeQEcYZTRDKJVR8s6kjMDkEbg-W5_KshoLUMEhkR9siUMM_PzP6g0jKD2xKNt_hdD8ISU_tLbGLZdvu_SwSuExKsog4C5bbvEJLDOo/s320/IMG00470-20111116-1535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682771589505685266" /></a>Sadly our trip ended. I could have stayed a couple more days at least. But, it just gives me something to look forward to. Thank You to Jack who was the best travel partner ever. I found myself staring at him with a goofy grin on my face, I hadn't felt so giddy since before I had kids! How sad is that? It was just us. It's amazing how you get caught up in the day to day busy life. For a few days I had no cares and it brought back the "young me", I am going to try and bring her back more often.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-31906193332116860792011-11-19T09:19:00.000-08:002011-11-19T10:16:14.446-08:00Coming Soon.....I know I have dropped the ball on blogging lately. Remember how Jack was gone every week for 4 months on a business trip? Well he has now been home for three weeks straight and well, I am loving that he has taken over and written a few posts. I'm also loving the extra pair of hands. There are a couple things that we will be "blogging" about, our recent family photo shoot and mine and Jack's little getaway to Florida. Stay tuned!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-72842977042256639362011-11-02T09:04:00.000-07:002011-11-02T09:45:19.405-07:00Happy Halloween!This is the second week in a row that I have not had to travel. And guess what, next week, I'll be home too! Having some time down, I thought I would do another family post.<br /><br />Our family was attacked this Halloween by two merciless Pirates and one dainty Peacock! The only question was which of the Pirates was the real "Dread Pirate Roberts"!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEOG6HpmMWv2UFdQHO-wS8CMUeb8-Ryv8vFV1RVYdazUj5oSr9Uwq9sAjTzEV18_bDiNMzp81f8ZB5EdT19ZvBN95b-A5X4MBxLUw95aNrVmKXeD6eKxYlBtVyapEF-Sr87pESYh1xc4/s1600/Kids+Halloween.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670430085472826898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEOG6HpmMWv2UFdQHO-wS8CMUeb8-Ryv8vFV1RVYdazUj5oSr9Uwq9sAjTzEV18_bDiNMzp81f8ZB5EdT19ZvBN95b-A5X4MBxLUw95aNrVmKXeD6eKxYlBtVyapEF-Sr87pESYh1xc4/s320/Kids+Halloween.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This was Evy's Pirate scowl!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaj0mWIFJ5JNIPdpBZMhe8wT8FHdfqXbN-NlnDF9G8m6VbSfttkxUlvho4EvJDYzjWxj0rXB-TVzovxDibRtiO7calGU-4WtrxzsMR7QZcHdwF91kunySjpfVaVojQBCrS9zni_KYgvps/s1600/Pirate+Evy3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670431942098441618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaj0mWIFJ5JNIPdpBZMhe8wT8FHdfqXbN-NlnDF9G8m6VbSfttkxUlvho4EvJDYzjWxj0rXB-TVzovxDibRtiO7calGU-4WtrxzsMR7QZcHdwF91kunySjpfVaVojQBCrS9zni_KYgvps/s320/Pirate+Evy3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>Yes, that is a "Skull Tat" on Evy's neck. Isn't it awesome! He loved it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDOWxjX0RzPGBAb_gYSFcEXabONZc3d_P2qmk8Pj-jWqEosK42ElJd4MG1Ql7LLafrXW6yNs_y2nXE39G1Z6AcPCUfCpOChHpM6bvf8e9o2cq92avtADE4lRCd8V7IWaR4GS4tEtfJEU/s1600/Evy+Halloween+Tatoo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670432788947334770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDOWxjX0RzPGBAb_gYSFcEXabONZc3d_P2qmk8Pj-jWqEosK42ElJd4MG1Ql7LLafrXW6yNs_y2nXE39G1Z6AcPCUfCpOChHpM6bvf8e9o2cq92avtADE4lRCd8V7IWaR4GS4tEtfJEU/s320/Evy+Halloween+Tatoo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><br />Sarah and I were "Butt Rockers". And that is my real mustache. Okay, I only wish it was. Mine is blonde and skinny. Strangley enough, I received some compliments from strangers who thought my mustache was real! Yes, they were from old ladies and yes it was a little creepy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcFyNsvll8l11TDCBqYG5BRHk-2nHoYaG1uYO_r9XSvkE8vdRuuHgOxDGMSqdoT0cbEFjCfaskGyij6R5yzpiokg7vubgTCFLMnCHMavRu4qDQEAVWDXP0r3aCSq8fuxkbWeiFOCaGVw/s1600/Jack+and+Sarah+Halloween.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670433469035480418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcFyNsvll8l11TDCBqYG5BRHk-2nHoYaG1uYO_r9XSvkE8vdRuuHgOxDGMSqdoT0cbEFjCfaskGyij6R5yzpiokg7vubgTCFLMnCHMavRu4qDQEAVWDXP0r3aCSq8fuxkbWeiFOCaGVw/s320/Jack+and+Sarah+Halloween.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Us and some friends.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GBoWJgS5HfElgtiOvqLrg252RjArZ4yE3lGVRanVodgrVCsLfJhWSb9fi8gw152gNUZkIDkjO248JH_S_Vil0VjXnHDcaiP64FYMGZg7rmfM4tD_1sdAneFCTj7ddQ5iNlpZSdzQeac/s1600/Halloween.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670434706673517138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GBoWJgS5HfElgtiOvqLrg252RjArZ4yE3lGVRanVodgrVCsLfJhWSb9fi8gw152gNUZkIDkjO248JH_S_Vil0VjXnHDcaiP64FYMGZg7rmfM4tD_1sdAneFCTj7ddQ5iNlpZSdzQeac/s320/Halloween.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-36676407759403346502011-10-21T07:59:00.000-07:002011-10-21T09:31:29.869-07:00Photo UpdateIt's been a while since our last posting and I figured I (Jack) would take the reigns and update y'all (a term I can use now since half my time I live in the South) on us! By the way, it is our Anniversary today. 6 years! Booya! We were talking at dinner last night on how six years feels like an undestatement: 3 kids (ahh yeah), moved 8 times (anger), 5 different jobs (I know), and a library of memories to cherish (warm and tingly feelings). We like to think we are going on 10 years (in a good way!).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkyzlspw8qYcHAbTzyjDaVylIv7gFdnf6hGX7JvpeeAKt6LhE5lPV6Hnnq7bT5Yo05iPRqYGiabPd94NLOzc6dupQIvJ-VlC4A-zRAFISXj5CcXZQTB_ASq4FnEcsV9ZuZLhu03WlVAw/s1600/IMG00336-20110915-1909.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665975370506909458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkyzlspw8qYcHAbTzyjDaVylIv7gFdnf6hGX7JvpeeAKt6LhE5lPV6Hnnq7bT5Yo05iPRqYGiabPd94NLOzc6dupQIvJ-VlC4A-zRAFISXj5CcXZQTB_ASq4FnEcsV9ZuZLhu03WlVAw/s320/IMG00336-20110915-1909.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />(Sarah has been doing Thrive food storage)<br /><div>To set the record, Sarah has been Wonderlady, Supermom, and Rocking Wife. This past year she has been the craft and fashion wizard. I am sure there's a more sophisticated and ept term than "craft and fashion wizard" but heaven help me, I'm a little behind on our "Project Runway" DVR recordings. She has transformed our home into a warm and bright place with dynamite flares of character (most of which she has done by hand). Our kids adore and respect her, and she runs the household like a well oiled machine. Plus, come on, she's a total hottie!</div><br /><br /><div>Below are some photos from my phone that I wanted to share:</div><br /><br />Us<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPrSfJPAk5H2ekKaYZi7ZY_QkXKC7Ao6AM3OeSitNAaHVwwOU2etZRFO8ZzQ-5O8W2i9QxagF45qcdhbp5J9pw80Di_8bZa0HCMDYHHa0tsDVNA2EGqWkoLoDzdzxpIM2OCzXBtdIazM/s1600/IMG00137-20110627-2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665969649535505346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPrSfJPAk5H2ekKaYZi7ZY_QkXKC7Ao6AM3OeSitNAaHVwwOU2etZRFO8ZzQ-5O8W2i9QxagF45qcdhbp5J9pw80Di_8bZa0HCMDYHHa0tsDVNA2EGqWkoLoDzdzxpIM2OCzXBtdIazM/s320/IMG00137-20110627-2008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div>Jane - She is our little delight! Now 17 months old and just walking! She takes her time on everything she does - no pressuring this little ball of joy. Janey loves her baby doll and placing it in her baby stroller and walking around the house. She is just starting to repeat words like "Cheese" "Dad-da" and "Uh Oh". She literally brings light and joy into our home.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiPTJJmSUCDjdyiAYFNbrAwCJ39UncZ4e4rKDV8Hluh8oZZZ9qMBPGBojFIFidBU3x69V0OMsynP0r2Hih65t5RBUdb1nEyYKrnx11MCpSQvTyIz5H_NxsC0nPth2YZ2eEMAJySTcHJDg/s1600/IMG00140-20110627-2011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665971097377389586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiPTJJmSUCDjdyiAYFNbrAwCJ39UncZ4e4rKDV8Hluh8oZZZ9qMBPGBojFIFidBU3x69V0OMsynP0r2Hih65t5RBUdb1nEyYKrnx11MCpSQvTyIz5H_NxsC0nPth2YZ2eEMAJySTcHJDg/s320/IMG00140-20110627-2011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xlM1Y30lrT4Gj0Or-h9NS7hCSGgTkxh23rVIojXob5V2dCN4eWXpjnYZn0issTtnN4qC0fhMl_3QUVaGARwa9dd7x2bYgyvWkcwzx4-9yu21vQfW_dY79GQ8gttxMlhFEQMDMp9FDek/s1600/IMG00357-20111015-1835.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665972479176940578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xlM1Y30lrT4Gj0Or-h9NS7hCSGgTkxh23rVIojXob5V2dCN4eWXpjnYZn0issTtnN4qC0fhMl_3QUVaGARwa9dd7x2bYgyvWkcwzx4-9yu21vQfW_dY79GQ8gttxMlhFEQMDMp9FDek/s320/IMG00357-20111015-1835.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />(She's saying "cheese" for the photo)<br /><br />Harry - We call him "Bear" because the guy is built like a linebacker, growles deeper and gritier than me (seriously his growl is amazing), and is strong and aggressive. Funny enough, he is also our most cuddily child. Lately, when we get mad at him (he's our troublemaker) he'll repeat and mimick what we say to him.<br />Example -<br /><br />Dad - "Harry, stop hitting your brother."<br /><br />Harry - "You stop hitting your broder!"<br /><br />Dad - "You stop repeating what I say!"<br /><br />Harry ' "YOU stop wepetting what YOU say!"<br /><br /><br />The guy is hilarious.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_ig6ZY-IFqwhRhPmsL_drQLmkzdNiAvMna5GKr9FZQ4NJYNxwzSAQysqLI9n_y-FMPRdQ3DTDro6F_budfG9uahSL5GsqFqtFkOxlgMy08IWOZn3H6lvRtIOsAl48t7BO261AhyphenhyphenASnM/s1600/IMG00330-20110911-1715.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665975626371712162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_ig6ZY-IFqwhRhPmsL_drQLmkzdNiAvMna5GKr9FZQ4NJYNxwzSAQysqLI9n_y-FMPRdQ3DTDro6F_budfG9uahSL5GsqFqtFkOxlgMy08IWOZn3H6lvRtIOsAl48t7BO261AhyphenhyphenASnM/s320/IMG00330-20110911-1715.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />(This was with Grandpa Bob. Grandpa stunns the grasshopper with a fly swatter. Harry then picks up the stunned grasshopper and places it in the jar. They take the jar of grasshoppers over to the chicken coup and feed them to the hungry chickens - I know, some of you will be grossed out, but this is farm life people! Harry was fearless.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwGjSp30xe0a7Dsyl2o_cm43DQyqd3L34qCsCgkObtUUryCYwdkmW4A0GUVyXTrGBYCxdgzBfCp02oI_ifw95lGkwy0YiKFv8lzPg_xhsGXgn2NIkvzW_71HuxSfP2UGEiWIpFvRAJRFQ/s1600/IMG00329-20110911-1715.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665975291954774466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwGjSp30xe0a7Dsyl2o_cm43DQyqd3L34qCsCgkObtUUryCYwdkmW4A0GUVyXTrGBYCxdgzBfCp02oI_ifw95lGkwy0YiKFv8lzPg_xhsGXgn2NIkvzW_71HuxSfP2UGEiWIpFvRAJRFQ/s320/IMG00329-20110911-1715.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Everett - Our oldest and wisest child. Evy is our brain boy. The guy is smart as a whip! He has a memory like an Elephant and his verbal communication and vocabulary is incredible! I am thinking debate team instead of football team captain. With Harry's physical brutness and Evy's intellectual strength's it is no wonder they get on eachother's nerves. One thing he definetly got from me is his rocker instincts. He loves Queen, and some of my other song selections I let him listen to when we're in the car.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivw8oUSBVBo_7YdWasc-Uh3EoFqIAExbEpwcvSt3ubc0Iq5MZDA-X8S7MmBoWRkBqTUNEsKNlMx6Hc_eUs-tna5Blp0c1stBC0AaZBTMSaSSu08hFFH2anlpoGajffCdlkP62e_taeSyo/s1600/IMG00268-20110808-0835.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665975097573760770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivw8oUSBVBo_7YdWasc-Uh3EoFqIAExbEpwcvSt3ubc0Iq5MZDA-X8S7MmBoWRkBqTUNEsKNlMx6Hc_eUs-tna5Blp0c1stBC0AaZBTMSaSSu08hFFH2anlpoGajffCdlkP62e_taeSyo/s320/IMG00268-20110808-0835.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />(My brother John got me this shirt for my Bday. He ordered it and they shipped a small. Evy thought it was awesome and calls it my "bones shirt" and asked if he could wear it. Never been prouder - tear)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-IMBzF9SZ7whbQxdsouLZQ5AiuiYYgwsGwALb_aO0BY_qCfP5lEElA2K41n_Qwi1bF5L0w4Q0FqEQt_Wh2cUPrJePPzx_AV4XY0aPw60-ez4HyUs3ej3A0fqzEGOijHQ97sssRHVddQ4/s1600/IMG00325-20110902-1928.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665975180644104946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-IMBzF9SZ7whbQxdsouLZQ5AiuiYYgwsGwALb_aO0BY_qCfP5lEElA2K41n_Qwi1bF5L0w4Q0FqEQt_Wh2cUPrJePPzx_AV4XY0aPw60-ez4HyUs3ej3A0fqzEGOijHQ97sssRHVddQ4/s320/IMG00325-20110902-1928.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />(This was my hand print when I was four! Evy's fit mine perfectly!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmAo6AABnjQjc6EbY5eA_XT3YJcCy3PjnZm1_WiycwUdKcXJrwRY6R2dGY2r140rC2WYL2FkllLgN7AOh1CUDbZBypDSTwHGCZC59ojH-b6NZ2x39JwcK8ARCR2mWPyrbToYbBhotT9Ts/s1600/IMG00254-20110729-1409.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665975017345492226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmAo6AABnjQjc6EbY5eA_XT3YJcCy3PjnZm1_WiycwUdKcXJrwRY6R2dGY2r140rC2WYL2FkllLgN7AOh1CUDbZBypDSTwHGCZC59ojH-b6NZ2x39JwcK8ARCR2mWPyrbToYbBhotT9Ts/s320/IMG00254-20110729-1409.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />(The kiddies)Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-14647379674964905122011-08-30T14:38:00.000-07:002011-09-07T14:58:09.943-07:00Another year goes by.Everett turned 4 last Friday! He is 4! Honestly, this kid gets cuter and sweeter with each year. A few things about our Birthday BOY:<div>Everett loves Shrimp, it's his favorite food. I know crazy right?</div><div>He loves Trains, Cars, Dinasours, Smurfs, you name it he loves it all. </div><div>He is very easy to please. </div><div>He adores Jane and is a great helper to Harry</div><div>He fights great with Harry too</div><div>He is sensitive and loving to others</div><div>He loves to be in the water and loves boating</div><div>He is still blowing us away with his amazing memory</div><div>He tells me he loves me about 20 times a day and tell him about 50 times</div><div>He always compliments me and wants to cuddle</div><div>His latest thing he does is any time he has to say "No" to me or I say "No" to him, no matter what it is he always says "But, I still love you"</div><div>He his also throwing some pretty emotional tantrums. We are working on playing the "Glad game" (come on Polyanna lovers!)</div><div>What would we do without this guy? We all adore him to pieces. I am so proud of the boy he is. I am impressed with his obedience and love for us. He is so amazing. We are smitten. Thank you Everett for being so amazing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are a few pics from his Birthday. He chose a Pirate Birthday this year, and this really is the first year he has had an opinion for his party, I love him. We started the day with Breakfast in Bed. This was one of my favorite memories growing up. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Needless to say I think it will also be one of his</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTLtvCd2Ft6agPa68qeBcxGz2_9JAMY2bCMAjtnjkam4Vcx0zyYU4EJf2MqUJpwFYZIII7hUrgH83iWMAj609gExk6HZwYKG7DId0LQK9AFZSiXo7PIDPK9r6rZCOGCdndcaQ44GUCfk/s1600/mail_2.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTLtvCd2Ft6agPa68qeBcxGz2_9JAMY2bCMAjtnjkam4Vcx0zyYU4EJf2MqUJpwFYZIII7hUrgH83iWMAj609gExk6HZwYKG7DId0LQK9AFZSiXo7PIDPK9r6rZCOGCdndcaQ44GUCfk/s320/mail_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649737005117515282" /></a><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We went and saw Winnie the Pooh and then onto the party!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVyAYBw4dVhgSlWF9gNVKUdBrxO0jUjlOvgNy7RD11zaappHPl_-tWwXF6ZHpoQRBrioqCd-Z57gyVJNnUhHoyEjL35Fk8yEjMOjLzgpNVIky0VLX5tWfaox4oKaPrUEqQCSUBLGn1IDU/s1600/mail-3.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVyAYBw4dVhgSlWF9gNVKUdBrxO0jUjlOvgNy7RD11zaappHPl_-tWwXF6ZHpoQRBrioqCd-Z57gyVJNnUhHoyEjL35Fk8yEjMOjLzgpNVIky0VLX5tWfaox4oKaPrUEqQCSUBLGn1IDU/s320/mail-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVyAYBw4dVhgSlWF9gNVKUdBrxO0jUjlOvgNy7RD11zaappHPl_-tWwXF6ZHpoQRBrioqCd-Z57gyVJNnUhHoyEjL35Fk8yEjMOjLzgpNVIky0VLX5tWfaox4oKaPrUEqQCSUBLGn1IDU/s1600/mail-3.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmo_A3hkgwZqBhB66ojUx2QC6i7sKc17l_5eJcposliIWBMAJMceVcLiT74iJG5PZ5iQS24Kvu6MPtTpX-rF7ge8vLf6gWyWlObgLQoeGuMTkJ4F0IEWcPUt4Cz17pY4KPSYbCsFuqwo/s1600/mail-6.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmo_A3hkgwZqBhB66ojUx2QC6i7sKc17l_5eJcposliIWBMAJMceVcLiT74iJG5PZ5iQS24Kvu6MPtTpX-rF7ge8vLf6gWyWlObgLQoeGuMTkJ4F0IEWcPUt4Cz17pY4KPSYbCsFuqwo/s320/mail-6.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649737692031386130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The most handsome Pirate I have ever seen</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHO5q8iKDGZAvOv5MIKY0Gj3gAZ9Vs8xWXoBcj090wpuoG79G8tfj_rDiStlHMnYhpjrL8WUzqawcpjfY31HcMfxLfWU1RV1D63etPGshCF5SfqqBWDnDEAsvXfuov8iCtyh9lgA678zg/s1600/mail-5.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHO5q8iKDGZAvOv5MIKY0Gj3gAZ9Vs8xWXoBcj090wpuoG79G8tfj_rDiStlHMnYhpjrL8WUzqawcpjfY31HcMfxLfWU1RV1D63etPGshCF5SfqqBWDnDEAsvXfuov8iCtyh9lgA678zg/s320/mail-5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649737692445018162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Friends and Presents= Best Day Ever!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Qz_z0JLSrygQTOZHiigkaCX6ACzlUtKGnS7M7EfC4mHXKNBhUOt0uAy3aA4HmGwPM8smXjLPKBuLemj2APc8Kg28MfDOtU218Eu2WngfHjWUi6y_qxSQbd4o5w_jY4W0U4lU0YXwY_4/s1600/mail-2.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Qz_z0JLSrygQTOZHiigkaCX6ACzlUtKGnS7M7EfC4mHXKNBhUOt0uAy3aA4HmGwPM8smXjLPKBuLemj2APc8Kg28MfDOtU218Eu2WngfHjWUi6y_qxSQbd4o5w_jY4W0U4lU0YXwY_4/s320/mail-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649737689387531218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Arrgh. The party favors"</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUEB084NXfen-v6Fl7oDRYrHe18SS7Evlnl5YVrqHArUfTm1yEcuBwD1TjkybifKBo70KD-OjCfeyzRpE18QUnFzcRnoszuvn0s42UtEfTH6aYpFdF_rTlf9DMt33yE7lcT1Plq7W03M/s1600/mail-1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUEB084NXfen-v6Fl7oDRYrHe18SS7Evlnl5YVrqHArUfTm1yEcuBwD1TjkybifKBo70KD-OjCfeyzRpE18QUnFzcRnoszuvn0s42UtEfTH6aYpFdF_rTlf9DMt33yE7lcT1Plq7W03M/s320/mail-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649737683203174626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A WONDERFUL PARTY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERETT!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Also here is a little darling moment by non other than our darling Janey. Love her to pieces! Can't get enough!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4NmaD8tNsK6QoArvjiq81Sc7rxhCDBg8f2NJmspQtD_YJtcbPyaSteNDnzitCJ2DQSnolec8C4a0OEtxtHZ2jbHOy8SRVSzoaCuuEvLLv3rsnE1aEikOsv4Y2fGS6PeeY1H6WOCp-tU/s1600/mail.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4NmaD8tNsK6QoArvjiq81Sc7rxhCDBg8f2NJmspQtD_YJtcbPyaSteNDnzitCJ2DQSnolec8C4a0OEtxtHZ2jbHOy8SRVSzoaCuuEvLLv3rsnE1aEikOsv4Y2fGS6PeeY1H6WOCp-tU/s320/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649739029772997298" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-89359454080012068092011-08-23T08:43:00.000-07:002011-08-23T19:27:16.305-07:00spin, spin, spinThe summer has gone by way too fast for me. I am excited for fall because I am a Halloween lover. But I feel this year is flying by and with it are my children growing up. Somedays I want my kids to grow up and I know they will do just that and then I will miss their little selves. So, slow down, enjoy this time, and enjoy every season is my new mantra. <div>
<br /></div><div>I have been spinning like a maniac. I love it. I am addicted. I may need future interventions. I go three times a week and wish I could go everyday. I am however realizing that my legs might just get huge (I have crazy muscle legs without trying), but who cares its the feeling of accomplishment right? After one spin class I am ready to conquer the world with my children in each arm plowing through rough streets...Don't mess (are you getting the visual cause it makes me laugh). I have a funny Everett story that has to do with me in my work out clothes (since I am in them all the time, he's had plenty of time to observe):</div><div> The other day I was in my tight spandex standing in line at Cafe Rio picking up dinner for the family, I brought Everett along for special one on one, (for the record he is the coolest kid I would take him anywhere). I'm standing there when Everett says "Mom! I think you have another baby in your belly!" Oh geez. This prompted the surrounding people to look at me from all angles (Tight spandex remember?)</div><div> I reply with a chuckle "Oh, no there isn't a baby in mom's belly"</div><div> Everett says "Well its growing!" I reassured him again that there was no baby. He then says "Maybe you just ate a lot of food then". Right.....We were in line to get food remember? Meaning I had no food in my belly and was looking forward to stuffing my face. After that little conversation I was really looking forward to stuffing my face. Funny guy, love him to pieces. He is the first to tell me I don't look very good, or that I look amazing. I love him. Nothing like a three year old to give it to you straight and they are usually right. More spinning here I come!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Here are a couple cute pictures of my two rascal crazy boys who love, fight, giggle, and fight some more.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everett the Stud </div><div style="text-align: center;">(He is also called "Rain Man" amazing memory)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3d0Ao4JCWV2Az6aS8K4fOi0QnoGI2Nu6FCnXoA54DKEDLagQH_C_CRw05Owgn_kfvMzcc4cDk1GR7CRrBJqDJ2tcVjwnkdkrRww1vCoAH5_qVBjIHj7ZZnkMHJ857qMph9qGDeetBvUo/s1600/everett.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3d0Ao4JCWV2Az6aS8K4fOi0QnoGI2Nu6FCnXoA54DKEDLagQH_C_CRw05Owgn_kfvMzcc4cDk1GR7CRrBJqDJ2tcVjwnkdkrRww1vCoAH5_qVBjIHj7ZZnkMHJ857qMph9qGDeetBvUo/s320/everett.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644086270458897858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Harry Berry </div><div style="text-align: center;">(we also call him shadow, he's always one step behind Everett and repeating what he says)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTSfS4R8SAIjzEZFV6dCkDjT8jQUVfLu3dsukjYEwrhDTR6Rft4joRS-KYdPZ0-Puy8xaP5BFCcRmDhdskvCkspCjyi3Y2spMQ_q3D7_MGBZtocmsZB7688MVDUYevj-Id9S6YBCjVys/s1600/harry2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTSfS4R8SAIjzEZFV6dCkDjT8jQUVfLu3dsukjYEwrhDTR6Rft4joRS-KYdPZ0-Puy8xaP5BFCcRmDhdskvCkspCjyi3Y2spMQ_q3D7_MGBZtocmsZB7688MVDUYevj-Id9S6YBCjVys/s320/harry2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644086746508146098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Nice. No shame here.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqrqyuW_vgmmbTCwI5M3W_Qaaaxn9Q58uyzkr-6E5Pilm4g_5X_dA1M621icZsF0k6nRWS5pDZAhoefKBYO1v83CcH2VUyhhTN2JjqokWsN-z4IUSCc-_29WZJJj8CAN26I49oYJKb48/s1600/harry.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqrqyuW_vgmmbTCwI5M3W_Qaaaxn9Q58uyzkr-6E5Pilm4g_5X_dA1M621icZsF0k6nRWS5pDZAhoefKBYO1v83CcH2VUyhhTN2JjqokWsN-z4IUSCc-_29WZJJj8CAN26I49oYJKb48/s320/harry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644086890173431778" /></a><div>Our neighbor is an amazing photographer. He snapped these one afternoon when Jack and I took a little get away. Check out his blog travisjphotography.blog.com.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-36961205971920063312011-08-16T11:18:00.000-07:002011-08-16T11:33:02.690-07:00Stripping it cleanOH Geez. That is the feeling in my gut right now. I have so many things that must be done today! At this very moment!! Instead I am hiding downstairs getting very very side tracked. I am neglecting these things as we speak:<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Cleaning the house for my Thrive party tonight<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Making food for the party</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Laundry</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Airing out the basement (Harry pooed on the floor, with a diaper on. duh. Still trying to figure that one out)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Cleaning Paint out of Harry's hair and off his upper lip (don't ask)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am in my work-out attire and will be ditching the work out today (I know I am so bummed about that one....No really I am.)</div></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Need to go to the store...again.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Need to stop at the copy place</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>blah, blah,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Oh, and wait for a new little nephew to be born! yippee. Gets me baby hungry. hahahaha.</div><div>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">Y</span>ou see. Dumb stuff (except for the new little baby coming). But stuff none the less. Jack is out of town until Thursday, kids are having a bad week again. nice. We did do a craft project today involving paint (paint in hair, upper lip remember?) how is it in the pictures to do these crafts there is no mess and the kids + mother are smiling? Such a lie I tell you. There was paint everywhere, fighting, smooshing, oozing, not what I in-visioned at all. Finally Everett suggested we all go in a quiet place and say a prayer so heavenly father can make us happy. We did and the minute I finished the prayer Everett smiled and said "He made me happy." Lesson learned yet again from my children. Love them so much. Okay enough Chit Chat I got to go!</div><div>
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<br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-63111042299020796552011-07-26T18:13:00.000-07:002011-07-26T18:42:27.402-07:00FoundI told you I was trying to find me. I think as mothers we get lost so easily. The constant running around, cleaning, cooking, laundry, taxi, friend, shoulder to cry on, shoulder to clean a dirty mouth, professional shopper, hair dresser/cutter, book reader, letter writing coach, poop lady, and on and on. Do you get the picture? I have been running around feeling frustrated and mostly annoyed. I am not one of those people that is magically happy and chipper. I'm tired. I got lost, I forgot the main objective and importance to my job. I was missing the biggest part the part you can't fix alone. I knew I needed a change. I slowed down for a moment on Sunday and only then did that ever so small voice tell me what I needed, to go to the Temple. Monday, I called my babysitter and today I went. Today was amazing. My children's behaviour didn't change, but I was changed. Not once this entire day did I act impatiently. Not once this entire day did a negative thought come through my mind without me immediately dismissing it. I have cried many times today, not because motherhood is hard. I cried because I know that I have been heard. I know that I am being watched over. "Be of good courage and I will strengthen your heart" -Psalms.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimR1INKjvGe3h3un5sKBpvo9pIlxy-Pr1mq0n2F_EA_R7NCIvP9PIE2OCQKU-j-ZsB5hSjkaeO7GUbXYNrp7CqSnfXU-VrY4o7XZ5NSLEGniJRFSm2rrT6KIoJreh1hxtB_iHB_onNgQA/s1600/IMG00108-20110611-1938.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimR1INKjvGe3h3un5sKBpvo9pIlxy-Pr1mq0n2F_EA_R7NCIvP9PIE2OCQKU-j-ZsB5hSjkaeO7GUbXYNrp7CqSnfXU-VrY4o7XZ5NSLEGniJRFSm2rrT6KIoJreh1hxtB_iHB_onNgQA/s320/IMG00108-20110611-1938.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633838997948300802" /></a>I went to the Temple for a couple reasons, this little man being one of them. He is a strong willed and tough. But I am comforted in our little future together.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFHLGq3oH70ADRbUK1SPzQ2OwAFrGKE__vuP9CXNYc_uKRjleIBYEmtbqxUfyeAaIOLN_8sf91fw5L24FgUbw2QB0zHaicmVl0YRr8edkPbWT529FV5eM4DBZGO6TQ5BBKnEO28eHxhOc/s1600/IMG00108-20110611-1938.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-28869119246663322322011-07-24T19:55:00.000-07:002011-07-26T19:20:11.567-07:00Finding me...This past week was full of High's and Low's....Okay mostly low's. The great part of my week was having my little sister stay with me for a few days. The low's were my kids having the worst week of their lives with ATTITUDE. I hate it when all my kids decide at the same time to act as worse they possibly can. Jack flew out on Sunday and ironically that is when the children decided to act like loonies. I thought with a little one on one, or TLC, maybe the Park, reading, movie time, would maybe help them. Oh, no it was non-stop bickering, fighting, Harry not listening, Everett not listening (he is usually my angel) and well, I really can't lump Jane into the same group as her brothers because she is by definition '"Perrfect" I checked in the dictionary and sure enough under Perfect was Jane's picture, so there you have it. Anyway, back to HARRY, I was tested this week with this little man in ways I didn't know possible. I have never been a harder parent, meaner, and down-right frustrated as I was this week with him. None of it worked too. No matter how many time-outs I gave, no matter how many spanks (oh geez, report me. I never spank unless it is absolutely necsessary). He didn't flinch a bit with any of my tactics. He would just look at me, scowl and say "You go-time out mommy!" awesome. I wish, then maybe I could have a minute of peace. As I worked on keeping the peace in my home this week (to no avail) I finally dove into my project that had been sitting in my garage for the past three weeks. It was therapy. Every night I would put the kids to bed and busy myself with sanding, painting, filling in holes, hammering, pulling apart, bleeding, and cussing in 300 degree weather. Again, I had my sister with me and we had so much fun, I love her, I just wish she didn't have to see me on my Worst week of parenthood to date. <div><br /></div><div> This week I was a boat being tossed on a treacherous ocean. Battered, abused, mistreated, and feeling like I had no control as desperately as I tried to sail my way through the gigantic waves. I gave all my energy this week to no avail. By Friday Jack came home and the waters started to calm. But still being tossed about a bit. Then the skies cleared and by Saturday we all had a wonderful day, having lunch with my Grandparents, Dad, and Rebekah. Then coming home and heading up the canyon with friends for dinner. The kids did well, no major tantrums. I am so glad the week ended well. Storms are horrible. I know without them we wouldn't have the life and beauty we enjoy. It's hard to be grateful for them when you are in them. But boy isn't it beautiful looking back and seeing what you just came through. </div><div><br /></div><div> That piece of furniture that I worked on every night I completed. I worked hard on it, it became an obsession every night. With scraping, smoothing, tightening joints, painting, and finally the finishing touches, I placed it in the most perfect spot in the house. I didn't realize how much I needed to do this project. I didn't stop until it was perfect. It was something I could control with all of the lack of control I was having. I need to to work on smoothing myself, repainting, and fixing wobbles. Then ever so carefully place myself in my house, back in my life, and back in my children's arms. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">Before<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RAd4AhaTEvymPwM4RyroAqZLDAoVNYUXEM1_urFRBoyVFJ3zUCl_bFgTho5WZIqTwiBawpU549JX3kYYN6lDq4uELR5zDOr4lLfzntZjXdEjl6_yADky9eZ8QNWXr9Dr4KBdHtQzYYI/s1600/IMG00176-20110711-1605.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RAd4AhaTEvymPwM4RyroAqZLDAoVNYUXEM1_urFRBoyVFJ3zUCl_bFgTho5WZIqTwiBawpU549JX3kYYN6lDq4uELR5zDOr4lLfzntZjXdEjl6_yADky9eZ8QNWXr9Dr4KBdHtQzYYI/s320/IMG00176-20110711-1605.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633850699680153714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">After<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzuTaGR93ViVfhY1-xX8L0kJO9JInQApysZikfduAR6X3_oyM2VbvMrlfP69VkW0KflfBwz-frSvSLK_HADts1xcFZg8y4Uf_jk7dZiZGPvF5jMoA4yTWPhNA6H7Bl7nG9XvYjob_EJqc/s1600/IMG00216-20110722-2006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzuTaGR93ViVfhY1-xX8L0kJO9JInQApysZikfduAR6X3_oyM2VbvMrlfP69VkW0KflfBwz-frSvSLK_HADts1xcFZg8y4Uf_jk7dZiZGPvF5jMoA4yTWPhNA6H7Bl7nG9XvYjob_EJqc/s320/IMG00216-20110722-2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633125276419357282" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIa7we8omaC_SNL7INdG3ysZzgwE5l8XdRbqZgTIQQBeBQSd_aLYUT-NwJZbg5ABfQJuls91sASmwVVaxy5eilgLw6qrNJ3suN8KIJ2XeWDQc-f22ySMByXGKewQ3tHq3RMOB6nmeUv0k/s1600/IMG00227-20110722-2012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIa7we8omaC_SNL7INdG3ysZzgwE5l8XdRbqZgTIQQBeBQSd_aLYUT-NwJZbg5ABfQJuls91sASmwVVaxy5eilgLw6qrNJ3suN8KIJ2XeWDQc-f22ySMByXGKewQ3tHq3RMOB6nmeUv0k/s320/IMG00227-20110722-2012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633125279794854786" /></a></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-68835912771326194872011-07-11T20:19:00.001-07:002011-07-11T21:36:10.993-07:00Young again<div align="center">Last Saturday Jack and I went on a date. It was much needed, 6:00 pm could not come soon enough until our babysitter arrived. We decided instead of a movie, or dinner that we would go miniature golfing. We had so much fun goofing off with each other. It's wierd it really does feel like a "Date" even when you have been married for 6 yrs. You have the awkward beginning of not knowing what to say (it's wierd to have uninterrupted conversation) then the "showing off" stage, giggles, and if you're lucky, a good night kiss. I guess the major difference now is that after the kiss, our date night ends with....screaming children. But we love it. Our Date was a blast.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628311993131306466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqAyHOeCND47ol5s8g2wWekyiIk9euXHxrcnPD8vNTHCd0YBuGEj9TzrYaMNy4cauCzGVo3zP_YbIzLEU2Khf2idfg7d9-4AG68CkAUjCt3f0eaUoev8kAIo2PsdlM7FhEJ3IuoyIebU/s320/IMG00167-20110709-1904%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /><br />Stud Muffin</div><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628303707761964082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio8agMixeAg2heOD3QKU8w__xdo08rifq6XqliWrGkOF58L9gK0Z2cO7QijogSDK8m_r6PSFLhJKKDDsTXKxX-Z1Ht3TNgWuk8bsbwRTV7Yieyie6De3m_NXizgTMS6CTVgTrRr_rPm8k/s320/IMG00171-20110709-1906.jpg" border="0" /> While Jack was taking this photo he lost his balance and was forced to walk through a rose bush resulting in a large cut on his leg...bummer.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfiJkVn3tmkwFAoJfw_apulK3FRu5fdpdXV6btMkEKVEasNlGxOTPyrn3T1hsskefbY2SyxVg58zUzhWDd8O2WqGF7MV2Mmk7G9YaoZAmCFcguhpNE2fnbWfG8PhaCnoO9uDykzVzF6Uk/s1600/IMG00168-20110709-1905.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628310977277746770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfiJkVn3tmkwFAoJfw_apulK3FRu5fdpdXV6btMkEKVEasNlGxOTPyrn3T1hsskefbY2SyxVg58zUzhWDd8O2WqGF7MV2Mmk7G9YaoZAmCFcguhpNE2fnbWfG8PhaCnoO9uDykzVzF6Uk/s320/IMG00168-20110709-1905.jpg" border="0" /></a> It was perfect weather not too hot. But I mis-judged the wind and was having many Marilyn Monroe moments.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMpaI16tNuR6ZStHHkpVQO7cBI2JcKbAAcK0dPMQ99ptMR-r7GiLe497OAGStZguoGI_E432zlodWhdtvNpSlNyrlk0n-3TehnbwcV3Fn67grACFRhLZhYmB9SerhylcgES9OkL8WAHZs/s1600/IMG00169-20110709-1905.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628309727474591442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMpaI16tNuR6ZStHHkpVQO7cBI2JcKbAAcK0dPMQ99ptMR-r7GiLe497OAGStZguoGI_E432zlodWhdtvNpSlNyrlk0n-3TehnbwcV3Fn67grACFRhLZhYmB9SerhylcgES9OkL8WAHZs/s320/IMG00169-20110709-1905.jpg" border="0" /></a> A good night, a perfect date (minus the rose bush incident :)). </p><br /><p>The kids are growing fast. Jane has started to throw little fits, they are dramatic and hilairious. Everett and Harry are little buds, they are still sleeping in the basement on a mattress in the spare bedroom. For some reason it is much more fun to sleep there than in their cute room upstairs with us. Its been 5 weeks now. I don't mind, they sleep better than when they were upstairs. </p><br /><br /><p>The summer is great, I could bask in the sun all year round. Our days are filled with laziness and no plans, we LOvE it! Especially now that we have a hammock in the backyard to swing and relax in. Jack travels all the time. I am not complaining we have a good job and I am grateful for that. I have many projects keeping me busy (you know when I am not raising three children) and will be posting them hopefully soon. </p><br /><br /><p>Also I will be posting about my weekend away to Sun Valley with my Mom and my sisters filled with, eating, Allison Krauss, Swimming, laying by the pool, shopping, eating, and much more. I didn't have a camera and am waiting for the pics. more on that later. :) </p><br /><br /><p>One other new highlight that I am excited about is that I am a now a consultant for THRIVE food storage! It is keeping me busy, and is truly the best Food Storage ever. Whew. Breathe. Better sign off, I'm typing this while watching 'Sleepless in Seattle' with Jack before he leaves tomorrow, taking every moment we can together. Goodnight.</p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045773526094537135.post-9240962643721218222011-06-26T12:12:00.000-07:002011-06-26T21:36:32.478-07:00Wings...Or a Rocket ShipAhhhh, Jack has been home for an entire day, after being in Florida for a week. How hard is it taking care of three kids from dawn until dawn? very. I am very, very tired. It's so nice having a husband again. My list of what I did this week, consists of a millions things that must be done everyday, there is no break until night time when I zone out in front of the TV watching my recorded shows. I know, this list is so not interesting to anyone but me, but we need a boost now and then and I don't think we realize just how amazing we are until we see it in black and white. Here it goes:<br /><br />Breakfast<br />Feed three mouths forgetting my own<br />Gear up and get my work out clothes on<br />Gym (Heaven, kids are in daycare while I work out)<br />Lunch in there somewhere usually is a green smoothie or a PPJ<br />Take Everett to school<br />Savers thrift trip-found some shirts, an orange bowl, and an ovacado chip 'n dip platter=score<br />Home<br />Harry nap time/depends on the day. I look forward to it its the only time he is not whining.<br />Laundry/ 2 loads<br />dishes/wipe the table down for the 3rd time.<br />Water flowers/cuddle Jane/Harry wakes up, usually grumpy<br />Pick Everett up from school<br />No shower, still in work-out attire<br />dinner<br />swimming /usually naked (not me:))<br />Bed by 7 actually falling asleep @ 9:30<br /><br />**Side note:<br />*Harry is deep into his terrible two's. He bites. He bites hard. His victim? Everett. I am at the end of my rope with this kid. A friend reccommended to me to do a "Cold Shower". Before everyone gasps I have tried spray in his mouth, spanking, time-out, and biting him back. My friend told me how she had to do it twice to her daughter. Harry has had 3 in a week. Day 3 now and still no biting. I am telling this story because this kid is so stinking tough and strong willed, lets hope he uses it for good in the future. I hate being a mean mom, and at the end of the day when I am complimented for my kids good behaviour I tell them its because I am a Tough Cookie. I believe in respect for everyone and that is a hard lesson to teach.<br /><br />That was my slowest day of the week. The other days consisted of hanging at the Park with friends, Pre-school Graduation, and many more errands, and my regular Gym visits which I love and look forward too. Cycling is on Tuesday mornings and I pertty much want to throw up after. When people see me with my hands full of all three they comment with, "Your super busy" and when Jack is out of town I respond with "Yeah, its crazy being a Single PaReNt" because that is what I am for the week.<br /><br />I am finishing up my latest project of putting curtains in an enitre house for my father-in-laws new rental home, 13 windows to be exact. I am so ready for it to be over. I am not good at this at all! My mom is a Master Seamstress and I am all ThUmBs in this department. Give me a chair to re-aphloster and I will not disappoint but once you throw all the Numbers and InchEs and Widths I am confused and frustrated. My latest and most exciting project I am waiting to embark on sits in my garage. An old record table that I am going to gut and paint...more to come on that soon..hopefully. Firstly, I am throwing my first THRIVE party this wednesday. So much to do so litte time. Funny how life works like that. This post is lame. I am sitting here thinking "I know what I want this post to say but I am too tired to write it". This week is busy and I really do love being busy. We are running around in as much sun as we can before it is swept away again. Loving the SUMMER!!!<br /><br />We planted a garden this year. Mostly consisting of pumpkins, everyday we run outside to see how much they have grown. Hoping to have pumpkin pie and pumkin soup all through the winter. We also have a tomato plant, basil, Lavendar, and flowers growing.<br /><br />Today the boys and I were on the front porch reading from Everett's scriptures, when Everett asks me (like he has many times before) about "Heaven" and where it is. I told him its way up in the sky. <span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Everett " How do we get there?"</strong></span> me: "We can only get there when we die" <span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Everett: "Oh, but I can't fly"</strong></span> Me:"We float like magic"<span style="color:#009900;"><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Everett: "Well I think I need a Rocket Ship"</span></strong></span><br /><br />I love this life. I am so grateful for these little people. The end. No pictures lame.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292741651031611251noreply@blogger.com4