tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325242512024-03-19T18:56:23.748-04:00Horton Familythe hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-26113541022240727762009-12-11T16:12:00.010-05:002009-12-11T20:35:33.504-05:00Party of Five<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Miss Vivienne Pathana (Pah-ten-ah) Horton, born at 6:05 PM, November 20, 2009, 8 lbs 9 oz, 21.25 inches long. Here she is at a mere three weeks old. I cannot fathom how quickly these last twenty one days have passed. And as quickly as the time has flown, it seems as if this little one has been a part of our family forever. She has the sweetest disposition, and does what newborns do best: eat, sleep, and poo. I just love her to pieces, as do her sisters and father. She has all of us wrapped around her sweet little finger. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWV4b5YIC14puzRWpc9Sl5DTgvs9OtNZLgl-gO_8FHz3HOfHtpcP4YNqNdgGRASWVNsBs-_0JJjGbQ2wxu-05ep09N_0EKvpRrkxmY-C4dAD0INNLMFdE26JCBD0sVKi3IiWQu/s1600-h/IMG_3770_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414092056849354482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWV4b5YIC14puzRWpc9Sl5DTgvs9OtNZLgl-gO_8FHz3HOfHtpcP4YNqNdgGRASWVNsBs-_0JJjGbQ2wxu-05ep09N_0EKvpRrkxmY-C4dAD0INNLMFdE26JCBD0sVKi3IiWQu/s400/IMG_3770_1.JPG2.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Three weeks ago this is where we were. Less than twelve hours, three blown IVs, and a crap load of pitocin later, I finally got me meet my sweet little girl.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAArP4Pev5nrGhkq7iYaWKPWp0fq1ppqadYfosGRSQhjGXLZ8KQ1C139bY3JsSFQdJqDK1ekblNbQJP0D1JrUXmQPB_ArWC517_zn6Qkpmc_2-wUBHo6eoQvIqchkeJgKJQ7T/s1600-h/IMG_3603.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414092051416536658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAArP4Pev5nrGhkq7iYaWKPWp0fq1ppqadYfosGRSQhjGXLZ8KQ1C139bY3JsSFQdJqDK1ekblNbQJP0D1JrUXmQPB_ArWC517_zn6Qkpmc_2-wUBHo6eoQvIqchkeJgKJQ7T/s400/IMG_3603.JPG" /></a>There's not much to say for Vivienne's birth story, except it was one of the most beautiful and empowering moments of my life. I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it (seriously people, it was amazing). The contractions were completely manageable and incredibly exciting at times. I can't say it was entirely painless, but it wasn't painful either. I love that she came into the world in such a quick (four pushes) and peaceful way, and am in such awe of what our bodies are capable of doing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiANVf6SxSQ9A5ts7K3FA9PBIQOmeogndvWFV7skcbTCupHPhZuSK1oI88XLxKklNFdqC-PZADhru2NYMpHEoKeE4525RDzHr6uAGNxu3QpAaJnDexSLYKzn9gDHXJY50xsAbh/s1600-h/IMG_3604_1.JPG1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414092047634007362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiANVf6SxSQ9A5ts7K3FA9PBIQOmeogndvWFV7skcbTCupHPhZuSK1oI88XLxKklNFdqC-PZADhru2NYMpHEoKeE4525RDzHr6uAGNxu3QpAaJnDexSLYKzn9gDHXJY50xsAbh/s400/IMG_3604_1.JPG1.jpg" /></a>Here's Daddy getting to hold his daughter for the first time. And while we're here, let me give a huge shout out to my husband. Not only does he work ten to eleven hour days five days a week, but when he comes home he is Super Dad.<br /><br />For the last few months he has been the big girls' primary care provider, and it is a job that suits him well. It fills me with pride to watch him interact with his children, and it fills me with joy to see how they react to him. He feeds them dinner, gives them baths, changes diapers, gets them in pajamas, plays with them for hours, AND puts them to bed, <i>every</i> night. He's never asked for anything in return and I have never, ever heard him complain. Not only am I the luckiest girl in the world to have such an awesome father for my three girls, but I am the luckiest girl to have such handsome, caring, loving, supportive husband for myself!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlt6EPiIx7Ykuje5NiWC5MMHAfFMCFp5rdJ9psVFaoee9WPmfyXSTQgggc0tBUefup2HH5YSq7fwzh0roVLwtsCrHw6cIItbGqST4lAKhmvaOUX_O1QLtBouWtbwmAVCnKjtzW/s1600-h/IMG_3606.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091659965229074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlt6EPiIx7Ykuje5NiWC5MMHAfFMCFp5rdJ9psVFaoee9WPmfyXSTQgggc0tBUefup2HH5YSq7fwzh0roVLwtsCrHw6cIItbGqST4lAKhmvaOUX_O1QLtBouWtbwmAVCnKjtzW/s400/IMG_3606.JPG" /></a>You can't see it here, but Vivienne surprised all of us by <i>not</i> having a cone head. What she did have was a bruised face. The nurses said both things are normal of babies that are born quickly. I think she's still a little TOed about having her head smashed by my pelvis.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qUWrZSE1UaBn5Jp4N82GPdSpqt3kYzKTxX0KTAziB5yiHo8QhXAoUVy51f7MpOrNcBWBJx7HH4pht2Ep4gSPP5LFEAKLZ75-m8SMCcu8Ma1SlMRjC0lpOG5jtb8dLhYJYDYe/s1600-h/IMG_3609_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091654997565250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qUWrZSE1UaBn5Jp4N82GPdSpqt3kYzKTxX0KTAziB5yiHo8QhXAoUVy51f7MpOrNcBWBJx7HH4pht2Ep4gSPP5LFEAKLZ75-m8SMCcu8Ma1SlMRjC0lpOG5jtb8dLhYJYDYe/s400/IMG_3609_1.JPG2.jpg" /></a>My awesome nurses, Jessica and Satina. Jessica is a student nurse and was on the last week of her OB rounds, and Vivienne's was the first live birth she got to see. I like to think we made her experience pretty memorable : ) Satina applied pressure to my hips as Vivienne was descending and had the best bedside manner. In fact, I suggested that she should be a midwife or doula, and she then told me that her mother has been a practicing midwife for over thirty years. Their skill with laboring women must run in the family.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqmjK_sL2yIXiveD9AvEgA_QhKp8V3_CZItThD3woS0GDmJxmvjqu0MMzbHpLQmmx3DG02q9Tgq9gqpIhXx0s3f7mkMr9AWEHhc6x4vdZScgmN_3IWNk9qtdl7T0QA8_olCyH/s1600-h/IMG_3610.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091652241377282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqmjK_sL2yIXiveD9AvEgA_QhKp8V3_CZItThD3woS0GDmJxmvjqu0MMzbHpLQmmx3DG02q9Tgq9gqpIhXx0s3f7mkMr9AWEHhc6x4vdZScgmN_3IWNk9qtdl7T0QA8_olCyH/s400/IMG_3610.JPG" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Grandma Boo and Papa Walter meeting their seventh grandchild. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVNCrqK0MJHRtteed_DwaaKyptpdkh_Q0XvHGJ4dbCLsCkHmVP4TONB5ipej4xcmTnUcgJcHAbvJwb_08tQB7wOdRow5GAmdVIYm96KudIF9o4OuG0rzHBwf4IR5EaoQXY6AB/s1600-h/IMG_3623.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091650967214386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVNCrqK0MJHRtteed_DwaaKyptpdkh_Q0XvHGJ4dbCLsCkHmVP4TONB5ipej4xcmTnUcgJcHAbvJwb_08tQB7wOdRow5GAmdVIYm96KudIF9o4OuG0rzHBwf4IR5EaoQXY6AB/s400/IMG_3623.JPG" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">I like to blame my incredibly puffy face on the IV and not the fact that I gained almost 50 lbs with this pregnancy : ) It's really not fair that chipmunk cheeks are only adorable on babies : (</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh91PiO0HWWPMb3iqMK0Ofk99yztGa5-wnHJrWINCHLJ9aAWjbiRczT3UXiIfMrXJqKZdyCNuYUW1VmHKnZ5IhQwdnxxrrmMeD-8LWLxhQDJEiYX2vTnyD4nF7M_-w_yUmxsM7R/s1600-h/IMG_3626_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091413108885106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh91PiO0HWWPMb3iqMK0Ofk99yztGa5-wnHJrWINCHLJ9aAWjbiRczT3UXiIfMrXJqKZdyCNuYUW1VmHKnZ5IhQwdnxxrrmMeD-8LWLxhQDJEiYX2vTnyD4nF7M_-w_yUmxsM7R/s400/IMG_3626_1.JPG2.jpg" /></a>Due to H1N1, no children were allowed in the hospital. So, the girls didn't get to meet their sister until we all came home. Zoe's love for her sister is still as exuberant as it was on the first day. Lucy has definitely come around, even though here she just looks confused.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNwatXDXdkCaTfTAOt_qHmiU1s0KM7Kt9G4A1Y672wWgphdFjqa1mxskUTJ_Sd5VlfHOxf-EGaLoEVM5ZDOpX1DtUpSZUdW4d5JZvhaSB3Z-rTxu9ngfnNWC3RYPv-zKlt3MX/s1600-h/IMG_3630_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091409474078642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNwatXDXdkCaTfTAOt_qHmiU1s0KM7Kt9G4A1Y672wWgphdFjqa1mxskUTJ_Sd5VlfHOxf-EGaLoEVM5ZDOpX1DtUpSZUdW4d5JZvhaSB3Z-rTxu9ngfnNWC3RYPv-zKlt3MX/s400/IMG_3630_1.JPG2.jpg" /></a>It only took twenty minutes for Lucy to warm up. She loves to hold her sister. I think it makes her feel like such a big girl. Those two have adjusted so well. So far, I have yet to see any signs of jealously and the only time they get upset (in regards to Vivienne) is when they can't get to her to give her a kiss. It's only been three weeks, so I am realistic that one of the big girls will begin to object at some point, but for now I'll enjoy and thoroughly document their love for each other.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp1cHdtO6zx1cEKGv1xMDURanuDCv7_TCuP4nuGDsazUD6dPoQckB_AFD9OFbOR8lxY_J2r2EFW-MLCQhZuk8w12ExO78-_iZtgWP1hMpw-HjVOzjB8Jded5Jinvs-eiOeimzN/s1600-h/IMG_3639.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091405870024994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp1cHdtO6zx1cEKGv1xMDURanuDCv7_TCuP4nuGDsazUD6dPoQckB_AFD9OFbOR8lxY_J2r2EFW-MLCQhZuk8w12ExO78-_iZtgWP1hMpw-HjVOzjB8Jded5Jinvs-eiOeimzN/s400/IMG_3639.JPG" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Great Grandma Maly and Vivienne. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG_b_bDCjT4hNK5c3k00c3kYKsGPMIwKAt0qwk26qz-mrGef0XlFbO70tiTbxPjq44Il4pQSU6_CTyQMRxeRDrEOeNBtw_qOXa5fg6Q39m_YQqZCYgNqlxSf_cZ5WO5CcqvDat/s1600-h/IMG_3648_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091398141907538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG_b_bDCjT4hNK5c3k00c3kYKsGPMIwKAt0qwk26qz-mrGef0XlFbO70tiTbxPjq44Il4pQSU6_CTyQMRxeRDrEOeNBtw_qOXa5fg6Q39m_YQqZCYgNqlxSf_cZ5WO5CcqvDat/s400/IMG_3648_1.JPG2.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Four days old and snoring already...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTa4F2NU9_810msAFVJkehsM1WRSR8hcB3EjlPMQUj9A1qnfIj_4v3q0-QJaxUGBq3FL_BM5JazigJvEAz5E3eFjsohFkChB9oVDu_dhCWvn-AzYomFe47IBfs19fa1KJbExP/s1600-h/IMG_3651_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091396549350786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTa4F2NU9_810msAFVJkehsM1WRSR8hcB3EjlPMQUj9A1qnfIj_4v3q0-QJaxUGBq3FL_BM5JazigJvEAz5E3eFjsohFkChB9oVDu_dhCWvn-AzYomFe47IBfs19fa1KJbExP/s400/IMG_3651_1.JPG2.jpg" /></a>We've had a parade of visitors, and I apologize if you came by and I didn't get your picture. Sorry. Uncle Shawn and Vivienne. Don't mind the wacky camera angle; I have no idea what I was doing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0hYN0oUo8O-hnlmAY0TJ2G-PKmwKyp60_Zk6-NKXdA5sBhEkR7P4dyui72vpYQHhszEsqdXQo2oJ5_twdPKihECGloJURODWpWBnX2TYkjGDSdEUUaFXGHv_L6ZlaPLASdD5/s1600-h/IMG_3654.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091176966817810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0hYN0oUo8O-hnlmAY0TJ2G-PKmwKyp60_Zk6-NKXdA5sBhEkR7P4dyui72vpYQHhszEsqdXQo2oJ5_twdPKihECGloJURODWpWBnX2TYkjGDSdEUUaFXGHv_L6ZlaPLASdD5/s400/IMG_3654.JPG" /></a>Aunt Tina, Bella, and baby. They brought us food and gift, and we are so thankful. Me, because the leftovers allowed Charles to not cook, and Charles because the toys for the big girls have been a huge distraction.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbubCULa6EuXORETduPKr7YUwdD1FAovOCJQq-R2Bgb_jOiA31f4ejrJVLZsv7h18hyphenhypheng4pL3dvj6ys8sfdi6DgI3L6ZUKYPGhotDxFSQCIUoANn6bkG7_PW8nkgOntvXaEjdSX/s1600-h/IMG_3655.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091172209258578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbubCULa6EuXORETduPKr7YUwdD1FAovOCJQq-R2Bgb_jOiA31f4ejrJVLZsv7h18hyphenhypheng4pL3dvj6ys8sfdi6DgI3L6ZUKYPGhotDxFSQCIUoANn6bkG7_PW8nkgOntvXaEjdSX/s400/IMG_3655.JPG" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Aunt Vadsana and the girls have come by quite a bit. She also brought food and gifts. And just for the same reasons as mentioned above, we are grateful! It has been so nice to not worry about dinner. I'm not quite sure what Vivienne is thinking here...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAKvJTymLK_HJKxOvbU3RaTqjf1vs6jbxwFqSkla1GxIT8xW873qiVhobxD-d09IZ-TH-sZcptz95wdRI6OvR4fzH5eQy9b62syiawaYJiMIBArwEjxx5oW6MXHs8zAUCj_1bH/s1600-h/IMG_3671.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091164380205010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAKvJTymLK_HJKxOvbU3RaTqjf1vs6jbxwFqSkla1GxIT8xW873qiVhobxD-d09IZ-TH-sZcptz95wdRI6OvR4fzH5eQy9b62syiawaYJiMIBArwEjxx5oW6MXHs8zAUCj_1bH/s400/IMG_3671.JPG" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Cousin Alison and Cousin Maly.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPSOPB6POL7BHzT3dybe4rLYUVf5z-lDr-UKDhA_TuvGsP8QmqWpiVknM3zEbzKGux4SBOoSrXKv9OAF9aIBp7Ggrr2tHQFyLIFS3Kmh3wqux0FREEVwJeSCbvjbXVB6nf0_C/s1600-h/IMG_3674.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091165788574162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPSOPB6POL7BHzT3dybe4rLYUVf5z-lDr-UKDhA_TuvGsP8QmqWpiVknM3zEbzKGux4SBOoSrXKv9OAF9aIBp7Ggrr2tHQFyLIFS3Kmh3wqux0FREEVwJeSCbvjbXVB6nf0_C/s400/IMG_3674.JPG" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Just like after Zoe was born, Lucy came out of her shell. This has been true of Zoe this time around. Here she is smooching on her Papa (and getting ready to mop the floor-only at Aunt Vadsana's...)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihe9lqUzwNd40XuWfduB_2nZlvdspeo9b1W31fJ-kl-mjIWPdr5UjB6O2JW2iGm2vp_yTyk82jPrt8Llh7K74DH4We3Vhy-9S4CErnu3xYI9nozHYJLfeHx8ph8n4JYSLiFe9E/s1600-h/IMG_3678_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414091157641098498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihe9lqUzwNd40XuWfduB_2nZlvdspeo9b1W31fJ-kl-mjIWPdr5UjB6O2JW2iGm2vp_yTyk82jPrt8Llh7K74DH4We3Vhy-9S4CErnu3xYI9nozHYJLfeHx8ph8n4JYSLiFe9E/s400/IMG_3678_1.JPG2.jpg" /></a>We celebrated Charles' birthday one week after Vivienne was born. I spent all that time baking a cake, and surprise, surprise, I was the only one to eat it. It could have been part of the broken eggshells that deterred everyone, but hey, who's that picky? I've never claimed to be a great baker...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiPZ7Q7tAhB9n12i1RRQLQQN_QHTGyRD5923aGrHxFoiSRCm5nevG2EXaHZZX8PKN7FDKWyjw_WQd7queK_VTOR5P8IKjMhDmxxo_GEjXVOYASfker3PVAGTCjBT849VTgs8q/s1600-h/IMG_3685.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090928905629826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiPZ7Q7tAhB9n12i1RRQLQQN_QHTGyRD5923aGrHxFoiSRCm5nevG2EXaHZZX8PKN7FDKWyjw_WQd7queK_VTOR5P8IKjMhDmxxo_GEjXVOYASfker3PVAGTCjBT849VTgs8q/s400/IMG_3685.JPG" /></a>Charles took one whole week off of work to be at home with me and the girls. The next week Grandma Boo came up. Everyone had a great time, and I was even able to sneak in morning naps with the baby without worrying about Zoe setting the house on fire.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHfXHCD1-MazGbSlPCZA6oS2va4MSNdO8IzrpqHnNhAz-ODAZMbmKYSSjVHtRN9iDFHJccAsxEuMJ-iidmzpYaL4tdwWiVEIvTAQmkIbnx3DIq6QoGChMv99vIgZpADjcriIgL/s1600-h/IMG_3691_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090928606349570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHfXHCD1-MazGbSlPCZA6oS2va4MSNdO8IzrpqHnNhAz-ODAZMbmKYSSjVHtRN9iDFHJccAsxEuMJ-iidmzpYaL4tdwWiVEIvTAQmkIbnx3DIq6QoGChMv99vIgZpADjcriIgL/s400/IMG_3691_1.JPG2.jpg" /></a>Sarah and Greta swung by for a few hours. They also brought food (but don't think you have to bring food if you want to visit us), and it was so yummy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2tRagNiAps6lWLzqSF9O1iwuW5x14IQ17beim-yohTRfq3nBpzx1LogqWEb37_Xr7FTbcxUK7QXOevT_Z_P52WX7fIawxpFmCTvy7ythaOMICACPpzsEgzsoq0bkSXG7yARV_/s1600-h/IMG_3694.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090923280802002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2tRagNiAps6lWLzqSF9O1iwuW5x14IQ17beim-yohTRfq3nBpzx1LogqWEb37_Xr7FTbcxUK7QXOevT_Z_P52WX7fIawxpFmCTvy7ythaOMICACPpzsEgzsoq0bkSXG7yARV_/s400/IMG_3694.JPG" /></a>Natalie came by with Miss Elizabeth the next day. We had just come back from an appointment, so of course we had to take pictures of the future best friends sleeping in their car seats, next to one another. I hadn't seen Elizabeth in three weeks and she has gotten so big! Natalie looks great too, but I didn't get any pictures of her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkX_XAOWqk3FMeej1yiGG2eciT_rLcviIplS4002ojKUb5-sKfr6FUKjhfd7zyam533vn6vl6aEFviNA8FtFrhlYq5Y2AuM1YIPqBlX9544wkaGdaVYpqF8x-vK6m0UYiqOLf/s1600-h/IMG_3701.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090918168973714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkX_XAOWqk3FMeej1yiGG2eciT_rLcviIplS4002ojKUb5-sKfr6FUKjhfd7zyam533vn6vl6aEFviNA8FtFrhlYq5Y2AuM1YIPqBlX9544wkaGdaVYpqF8x-vK6m0UYiqOLf/s400/IMG_3701.JPG" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">The girls would play with Grandma Boo for hours. She is a trooper. I don't even have the energy to play with them for as long and as consistently as she did.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgznuZQkaenGO-SehqbO85mSk80uMPsoEiq8dWVBbA_s4uPSTExW8uG-gfH6dfck6qFmbmCffilUYBTTazCqlDqP3rz4eLvm5jj0PaOkTpYqGl-Tjm9UbHnBfJviNoqeTOkSRmi/s1600-h/IMG_3717.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090916810657906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgznuZQkaenGO-SehqbO85mSk80uMPsoEiq8dWVBbA_s4uPSTExW8uG-gfH6dfck6qFmbmCffilUYBTTazCqlDqP3rz4eLvm5jj0PaOkTpYqGl-Tjm9UbHnBfJviNoqeTOkSRmi/s400/IMG_3717.JPG" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Aunt Sue and Cousin Kalani came by last week. Sue insisted that I crop her head out of the picture, but I assure you, it's her. Thanks for the Thai food, Aunt Sue!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwZjj7xAkuHgyzL-GMPedJAE2rfwhLRdya8n25xGquqOeW6_DWdoEOCZHERC1wrvgYSbIEp3VjrNMYerJQi5rCyht-bQoZa23fKJi1P45bwVzHCwEuGOJXsobZw0DfOmF4mrwp/s1600-h/IMG_3726.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090665359733186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwZjj7xAkuHgyzL-GMPedJAE2rfwhLRdya8n25xGquqOeW6_DWdoEOCZHERC1wrvgYSbIEp3VjrNMYerJQi5rCyht-bQoZa23fKJi1P45bwVzHCwEuGOJXsobZw0DfOmF4mrwp/s400/IMG_3726.JPG" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Daddy and his three girls! I still can't believe that we have three children. I just love my family. They are the best!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLiuKYIBPeNMKBYlcQPQOwGf5_pUpwweW60JOz_JLGlTej7berrdlIj_-HXJHuNUOAZXjG9dX77v3i7olprLf7dCzw8KGqEKKTPJiqRJNf02bLve721xYY1UU_0g25am_ofVOc/s1600-h/IMG_3730.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090659618176130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLiuKYIBPeNMKBYlcQPQOwGf5_pUpwweW60JOz_JLGlTej7berrdlIj_-HXJHuNUOAZXjG9dX77v3i7olprLf7dCzw8KGqEKKTPJiqRJNf02bLve721xYY1UU_0g25am_ofVOc/s400/IMG_3730.JPG" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">The girls helped Charles with the Christmas tree, our very sad and skinny (nearly anorexic) Christmas tree. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUuogvekpZOloTH2G1LdCtU6U4tjzxP0O8VqhgZjvA7s3bMmNdBNFHOQVrerVGQei8ymvsWC_53ipzsO55xhkCC-LAk8uer6ibt2-8Zx22cxm9Gha0nziuyjTJBsgHbEYdRb7s/s1600-h/IMG_3733.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090659527379970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUuogvekpZOloTH2G1LdCtU6U4tjzxP0O8VqhgZjvA7s3bMmNdBNFHOQVrerVGQei8ymvsWC_53ipzsO55xhkCC-LAk8uer6ibt2-8Zx22cxm9Gha0nziuyjTJBsgHbEYdRb7s/s400/IMG_3733.JPG" /></a>Their favorite pastime this last week has been to pull the ornaments off and bring them to me. No matter how many times I tell them to leave the tree alone, "or else it's coming down!", they keep doing it. I don't think it's taken them that long to realize that my threats are empty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlV0SWADOr5AojzEfAGZy0SyzZr1EAIzdogAoLULih6EwHimCXPhEhAN9mDQ7lQk7MEIkyHgMVL5RrjVVaE7CH465cplEEvD1dIRooqU-ZByQ8r-7BjsaGE_2z348Go1VPu9pU/s1600-h/IMG_3737.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090657174991890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlV0SWADOr5AojzEfAGZy0SyzZr1EAIzdogAoLULih6EwHimCXPhEhAN9mDQ7lQk7MEIkyHgMVL5RrjVVaE7CH465cplEEvD1dIRooqU-ZByQ8r-7BjsaGE_2z348Go1VPu9pU/s400/IMG_3737.JPG" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2vf1bV0klHpteQfE6Pr8yyH0-9whM7XBFduIqSdJhHFdA2jbEzcSPZjzAvKY3P_34P0CNOTcu0E3gcQLsic5Qi6DuqGQ7758MMrY_B9ZJmWIWlFUSxxNStwOGz_OVGbAk3KnA/s1600-h/IMG_3748_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090647787939490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2vf1bV0klHpteQfE6Pr8yyH0-9whM7XBFduIqSdJhHFdA2jbEzcSPZjzAvKY3P_34P0CNOTcu0E3gcQLsic5Qi6DuqGQ7758MMrY_B9ZJmWIWlFUSxxNStwOGz_OVGbAk3KnA/s400/IMG_3748_1.JPG2.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">My mom stopped by for a visit. She's been working like a fiend lately. With the holidays people are always calling in, and she worked four nights this last week, plus her normal day shift. She and Vivienne fell asleep and I couldn't resist taking this picture. So presh!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw78VsF7qcv0A1gnLo9a1IekxG2H7jQgKB8PxxhUHk4RoErpbY2-jw4D7e3BdYniRUVqVK1a1a7cuVRh1dWYPJ4_eJ1cIg2Ys1UeVwEHSMxeJdjlh_EMMdqLXzjkIUe3OH3qOy/s1600-h/IMG_3753_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090115785553202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw78VsF7qcv0A1gnLo9a1IekxG2H7jQgKB8PxxhUHk4RoErpbY2-jw4D7e3BdYniRUVqVK1a1a7cuVRh1dWYPJ4_eJ1cIg2Ys1UeVwEHSMxeJdjlh_EMMdqLXzjkIUe3OH3qOy/s400/IMG_3753_1.JPG2.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Oh, the swing, how I love you! What did people do before the invention of these things? Without fail, if Vivienne is the least bit tired, I just pop her in there and she falls asleep. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKwdkgD_rOmjycstIYFlb9S9gedZatkFtzCP7SfwinSVv5gTqCSRBCJpB4TwNy6cvRYELE6DbC_tKr3S0eZC4Qf8FvZJXBGwS0yUvnKZ4HIkzDTytueRAcVKvnYDhqbI_1DBP/s1600-h/IMG_3756_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090109895790866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKwdkgD_rOmjycstIYFlb9S9gedZatkFtzCP7SfwinSVv5gTqCSRBCJpB4TwNy6cvRYELE6DbC_tKr3S0eZC4Qf8FvZJXBGwS0yUvnKZ4HIkzDTytueRAcVKvnYDhqbI_1DBP/s400/IMG_3756_1.JPG2.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Grandma Maly was here the last two day to help out. She is so good with babies, and that is probably because she not only raised her three kiddos, but also helped in rearing every single one of her grandkids. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO44q_Oz_z2PIpMAfJdJJnJUJz-mvdfIzQy53WnHNlJV7CpG4V-8hyphenhyphenOipfqZYmUGPazHf1eBKSJmXtjZtL0pgFURJd3x0SWYwQr5x2mz0-Hzj0CQMpC_N3pxefP8WfwRpD8vnU/s1600-h/IMG_3767.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090106081261970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO44q_Oz_z2PIpMAfJdJJnJUJz-mvdfIzQy53WnHNlJV7CpG4V-8hyphenhyphenOipfqZYmUGPazHf1eBKSJmXtjZtL0pgFURJd3x0SWYwQr5x2mz0-Hzj0CQMpC_N3pxefP8WfwRpD8vnU/s400/IMG_3767.JPG" /></a>And lastly, just yesterday, I finally caught her smiling on camera. She's a bit milk drunk, (as evident by the milk dripping from the bottom corner of her lip) but those make the best pictures. We are so glad that she is here and healthy and can't wait to see what the next three weeks bring!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSB7eLxvvZFJ6YFjSkjbq-lSEe1HALkaHcu7FL6j1-7lYF5vmdQK7pQIZS_7rgGFepp6rM2pUiRP4JsCMOKuJsVLYNV0b_g8ViaIM_z69Nth5enjgRdAVbIzj28MQNwY3uRaDI/s1600-h/IMG_3773_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090103333243890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSB7eLxvvZFJ6YFjSkjbq-lSEe1HALkaHcu7FL6j1-7lYF5vmdQK7pQIZS_7rgGFepp6rM2pUiRP4JsCMOKuJsVLYNV0b_g8ViaIM_z69Nth5enjgRdAVbIzj28MQNwY3uRaDI/s400/IMG_3773_1.JPG2.jpg" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBjmFjLd6Xyp8mEhVDp4gHeQKsvICuELaMa5oVoaChKvm6BIPqOtJmVTytx-eRk4YQZ6MpFaTfLPrI2XRYrfru7ga0brj0mKljSHX4Cc6FtwZkxtQVooBpW1tZzrbT3TPEKDA4/s1600-h/IMG_3774_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090100358542274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBjmFjLd6Xyp8mEhVDp4gHeQKsvICuELaMa5oVoaChKvm6BIPqOtJmVTytx-eRk4YQZ6MpFaTfLPrI2XRYrfru7ga0brj0mKljSHX4Cc6FtwZkxtQVooBpW1tZzrbT3TPEKDA4/s400/IMG_3774_1.JPG2.jpg" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-8189955079178400662009-11-09T15:01:00.009-05:002009-11-09T17:17:16.547-05:00Fall 2009The last month has been a busy one. We've basically been trying to squeeze in as much as we can before winter sets in, a new baby is here, and we're stuck in doors. A couple weekends before Halloween the cousins all hit up Caroline's for a little pumpkin picking, tractor riding, animal feeding, and donut eating.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here is my first attempt at the required "picture among the pumpkins" with just my two. Slight Fail.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJNXoh1nJBYKNguIo3PD_gNZRu-QSZKiwS5-PxHc1XZ0Uz0B1JWQXVl83KIV3Xbu955Q8G7LBv95TTWSe_rnssl91uNALIeh063_nXML9-q17TAxIM34ahdRDnMzSjOnc_rJNM/s1600-h/IMG_3367_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJNXoh1nJBYKNguIo3PD_gNZRu-QSZKiwS5-PxHc1XZ0Uz0B1JWQXVl83KIV3Xbu955Q8G7LBv95TTWSe_rnssl91uNALIeh063_nXML9-q17TAxIM34ahdRDnMzSjOnc_rJNM/s400/IMG_3367_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402199148738908018" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Much better. Even thought they're not smiling, at least they're facing the same direction and looking near the vicinity of the camera's lens.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwkPK6XjQZ9pTO2FRO4fYaFMdMEmUiAxXj6GF7bdWkfzn1kd_p2zFdcv2OZ-ivgFBlyq9nb8ZnShfl2na8oqsSOyyq_GtvL7kx7K8-cYtUleOhr_EM9Ij-hDdphRks73iYQ3kk/s1600-h/IMG_3369.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwkPK6XjQZ9pTO2FRO4fYaFMdMEmUiAxXj6GF7bdWkfzn1kd_p2zFdcv2OZ-ivgFBlyq9nb8ZnShfl2na8oqsSOyyq_GtvL7kx7K8-cYtUleOhr_EM9Ij-hDdphRks73iYQ3kk/s400/IMG_3369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402199142686754418" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The ham decided as I was putting the camera away she was ready to cheese. Typical.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit47aUxR2eAupWbcKAFtY1ha1isV76l_DYf40fetc1VaC9oXbgk0hU6TnwC8qrahuqua7L4GxtzVqA5vHdqdlrsw_96gAipeZyIJ6wncsM3Wx9ZJFyWMNnSAIx_qfm22Lg-3Ca/s1600-h/IMG_3370.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit47aUxR2eAupWbcKAFtY1ha1isV76l_DYf40fetc1VaC9oXbgk0hU6TnwC8qrahuqua7L4GxtzVqA5vHdqdlrsw_96gAipeZyIJ6wncsM3Wx9ZJFyWMNnSAIx_qfm22Lg-3Ca/s400/IMG_3370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402199140169267458" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The next attempt was at a cousins picture. Even bigger Fail, but at the very, very least they are all in the frame.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8C3pp1__8BlRJkAA316ypbQV-tUPw6Xf83odDjOdBfVy5REdr4gDCUOLU6Izv8OX_7rN1H1srUyREg_9Yi3XSxe3huB6h31MLlF1PoM4FLcr31jQWxzK4jArOPVN4JNIpgkGs/s1600-h/IMG_3375.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8C3pp1__8BlRJkAA316ypbQV-tUPw6Xf83odDjOdBfVy5REdr4gDCUOLU6Izv8OX_7rN1H1srUyREg_9Yi3XSxe3huB6h31MLlF1PoM4FLcr31jQWxzK4jArOPVN4JNIpgkGs/s400/IMG_3375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402199138996810898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4ja9s6C9XE_VLrsxO1mP8TL1e3wRon9F5iNe3xKjW3mlCfcFBCPkT7NwaI3gODTKJP0r4l3ZH0aag-YjMBwN1na32nFYDuInr2pxxMk4KXnv-Fnh8zfqUAa3_q6bfEaUr1M3/s1600-h/IMG_3377.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4ja9s6C9XE_VLrsxO1mP8TL1e3wRon9F5iNe3xKjW3mlCfcFBCPkT7NwaI3gODTKJP0r4l3ZH0aag-YjMBwN1na32nFYDuInr2pxxMk4KXnv-Fnh8zfqUAa3_q6bfEaUr1M3/s400/IMG_3377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198826328236274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQB8KlQI1QA5fl40uLGNsiULy9ONDpz_DqqHRUqrCMFXg-u0FBed1t62o74_kc_Yw-YkVDjc9roZVmBEmptPG_blvxmVUSTMc7rJ-xuDE7mLTB4V4q-h_wQ-KxuAtHYqTG7ah3/s1600-h/IMG_3380.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQB8KlQI1QA5fl40uLGNsiULy9ONDpz_DqqHRUqrCMFXg-u0FBed1t62o74_kc_Yw-YkVDjc9roZVmBEmptPG_blvxmVUSTMc7rJ-xuDE7mLTB4V4q-h_wQ-KxuAtHYqTG7ah3/s400/IMG_3380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198822359515250" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Lucy loved the idea of her head atop a scarecrow's body...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcFHR73og7bg5-6jYlIc6bChstPpSukhYTrC44pKVCzGWrTG2nfktdt23g2o5BgZjjisuM4-kWF56Cnv_RdjzGx8rmFbYRt6tmlhgXd4buuS4kHT-MmhRB2zj3vmLxPy1qKoMj/s1600-h/IMG_3386_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcFHR73og7bg5-6jYlIc6bChstPpSukhYTrC44pKVCzGWrTG2nfktdt23g2o5BgZjjisuM4-kWF56Cnv_RdjzGx8rmFbYRt6tmlhgXd4buuS4kHT-MmhRB2zj3vmLxPy1qKoMj/s400/IMG_3386_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198814340974482" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">so much we <span style="font-style:italic;">had</span> to take two pictures.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXIsnPUD9jR2PybTgFPvBEJ6nL4OnTWwT4lnSQU1aJM5P9QYQ38hG6u5NR1mo3F9_-DWfVoUC3rcwZtLXPpDCKrj6Tl1rLj4nCmY0bRZVHkAiJ-sOzFR-ro01yWVUkwD9S_Mr/s1600-h/IMG_3387_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXIsnPUD9jR2PybTgFPvBEJ6nL4OnTWwT4lnSQU1aJM5P9QYQ38hG6u5NR1mo3F9_-DWfVoUC3rcwZtLXPpDCKrj6Tl1rLj4nCmY0bRZVHkAiJ-sOzFR-ro01yWVUkwD9S_Mr/s400/IMG_3387_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198810176923266" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Uh, Zoe, not so much.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Gq9flGJX9V_D0-_hrA8-4TqLHeRR_SD-C2d-06ho49spEGKcsOOkOhs7i1WX2Jirj3JAUtt7U8AAP-8mVf53-kCL_o7zmx8rCI1kDJKWRu-uGJDklkGQ4y54xfXx0M-3a0La/s1600-h/IMG_3394.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Gq9flGJX9V_D0-_hrA8-4TqLHeRR_SD-C2d-06ho49spEGKcsOOkOhs7i1WX2Jirj3JAUtt7U8AAP-8mVf53-kCL_o7zmx8rCI1kDJKWRu-uGJDklkGQ4y54xfXx0M-3a0La/s400/IMG_3394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198808643169778" /></a><br />Let the tractor rides begin. Parents with multiple children: It's probably not a great idea to take kids on a vehicle without seatbelts and an open roof if you 1. are outnumbered, 2. have child(ren) that don't mind (and try to throw themselves between the slats of the tractor as it's moving), and/or 3. are nine months pregnant.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiei0TuCO9n9BqJPSIEMkyMcqinsyXItwd_02AH1TrGYPEQncLlJC3apIWQ1tq76rlaCH23aFUW2_VcIwdnfN198oj85Fj6w0mfAfLwZOA0RiMlCZtwaVQZpg8EqKw_0DhIF1dK/s1600-h/IMG_3412_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiei0TuCO9n9BqJPSIEMkyMcqinsyXItwd_02AH1TrGYPEQncLlJC3apIWQ1tq76rlaCH23aFUW2_VcIwdnfN198oj85Fj6w0mfAfLwZOA0RiMlCZtwaVQZpg8EqKw_0DhIF1dK/s400/IMG_3412_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198526226389618" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxBicPtdW7Yj0h2lDoLTq-DKFDVhgfxxra4hpw9OJy85v2b39gCA1wYp-3joXdhxW1wEVR_UgZuTIMrjpNsZ6oLPRor7sUIFQxX37q18J9FJ226Ao56HVZ6vzkkF0rLCo_1xYv/s1600-h/IMG_3414.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxBicPtdW7Yj0h2lDoLTq-DKFDVhgfxxra4hpw9OJy85v2b39gCA1wYp-3joXdhxW1wEVR_UgZuTIMrjpNsZ6oLPRor7sUIFQxX37q18J9FJ226Ao56HVZ6vzkkF0rLCo_1xYv/s400/IMG_3414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198524805605362" /></a><br />I told the girls they could get ANY pumpkin they could pick up and carry back to the tractor. Zoe found one she <span style="font-style:italic;">really</span> wanted. Unfortunately, when she went to claim her booty, I heard her state (very matter-of-factly, and with a grunt, no less), "Too heavy, Mama". Oh, too bad. Maybe next year.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNl0QRuIVwohdUFSegg7625ZMy2GrwF7nisRFAB2wGLX3J-oJqhkYP52lyZRKc9Sd48m9GAXVx9MZvyLTb3cE4UBOPhoYIeWcy9u-LQjDT0hzaiyfXmOmawkYmUmmHT54KNrVV/s1600-h/IMG_3418.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNl0QRuIVwohdUFSegg7625ZMy2GrwF7nisRFAB2wGLX3J-oJqhkYP52lyZRKc9Sd48m9GAXVx9MZvyLTb3cE4UBOPhoYIeWcy9u-LQjDT0hzaiyfXmOmawkYmUmmHT54KNrVV/s400/IMG_3418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198519764039954" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I have no words. I think it's only something a toddler would understand...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtGkXBMCnzfUCilUvoc8uVW2SvDqsgbiAL0seM6_mfI-4EAvj6h4dfzKUP8CWB4ST8F0vX3GiSiCvYqVCJY5a9dPcP1soA6eES0UxcciifyiV2vXgkTnlnTVqQuksQt2LFTJ_/s1600-h/IMG_3437_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtGkXBMCnzfUCilUvoc8uVW2SvDqsgbiAL0seM6_mfI-4EAvj6h4dfzKUP8CWB4ST8F0vX3GiSiCvYqVCJY5a9dPcP1soA6eES0UxcciifyiV2vXgkTnlnTVqQuksQt2LFTJ_/s400/IMG_3437_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198516343983010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGlaI7qU2max0od9uME-j2Ts327FiRKSs47TMQBiiR4ZxLzn92SuTawtjc9_Gp1ejlo-QY1AUDehLJWWqxx5FaYK1f6_HFZOUP0ke-8Rt92U-Mq95ACLD5GwiF4N4gD-Ey2jg/s1600-h/IMG_3438_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGlaI7qU2max0od9uME-j2Ts327FiRKSs47TMQBiiR4ZxLzn92SuTawtjc9_Gp1ejlo-QY1AUDehLJWWqxx5FaYK1f6_HFZOUP0ke-8Rt92U-Mq95ACLD5GwiF4N4gD-Ey2jg/s400/IMG_3438_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198509656952338" /></a><br />The girls are champion "loungers". They love to lay all over any surface or person they can reach: couch, floor, mom, dad, etc. This seating is typical in our house, and believe it not, neither of them seem to mind the arrangement.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-Vd0WdhNiD1eOhBKpkeQB2gZ9QKJWN366G9xgGYOh-Yo0Er4NOO5_NsaiScTZrd8MGsJh0d_r6-cQr_RarbZn_10PPl_zkTkfXxpvtxBQglPnuBnsJarVWvGveDwjUySaeK_/s1600-h/IMG_3470_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-Vd0WdhNiD1eOhBKpkeQB2gZ9QKJWN366G9xgGYOh-Yo0Er4NOO5_NsaiScTZrd8MGsJh0d_r6-cQr_RarbZn_10PPl_zkTkfXxpvtxBQglPnuBnsJarVWvGveDwjUySaeK_/s400/IMG_3470_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198228353673090" /></a><br />Zoe turned 19 months at the end of October. Every day I think, "When did she become such a big girl?" She is no longer a baby, and I have a feeling that this will become even more apparent in the next week or so. She is just so verbal and mature (the benefits of having an older sibling). Sure, she's got kind of a sassy streak, but I like em' just a bit spunky.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBWRPxexwyRNGF5gMGoVTBqr8RloI-PXJaiYcd21VhBWsqVoa7m5Mlld2aOu3F0VNCBrYzjeW74bZhZqz3pgD9JxS512t5L8qglWgex2DdOLQqwStrwOkgNz68WZFhjtHxt3t/s1600-h/IMG_3472_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBWRPxexwyRNGF5gMGoVTBqr8RloI-PXJaiYcd21VhBWsqVoa7m5Mlld2aOu3F0VNCBrYzjeW74bZhZqz3pgD9JxS512t5L8qglWgex2DdOLQqwStrwOkgNz68WZFhjtHxt3t/s400/IMG_3472_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198220294061554" /></a><br />My Lucy isn't so little anymore either. She is quite funny and smart. She knows exactly what to do to get what she wants too. Example: I was telling Charles the other day that she is quite a hypochondriac. Everything is a boo-boo or an ouchie. He tells me about an exchange they had just the day before, an no kidding, in the next minute their exact same conversation takes place.<br /><br /><div>Lucy: Daddy, my tummy hurts.<br />Daddy: Oh no. Your tummy?<br />Lucy: Yea. Tummy. Hurts.<br />Daddy: What would make your tummy feel better?<br />Lucy: Chocolate.<br />Daddy: Chocolate would make your tummy feel better?<br />Lucy: Uh huh.<br />Daddy: Okay, we'll get some chocolate for your tummy.<br /><br />Lucy eats her chocolate and looks at her father with such love. <br />Lucy: Tummy all better. Thanks Daddy.<br /><br />This is how the conversation would have ended had it been between Lucy and myself:<br /><br /></div><div>Mommy: Oh that's too bad about your tummy, Lucy. Chocolate would just make it feel worse. Do you need to poop?<br /><br />Which is exactly why my children never ask for candy.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwAWDv0d8hcvq4yHfbt8L2gEGOAt52TwVCzfSoBlA5nsmpFlAdeAHxJvGRfU7Ub8ZpLEnN421qGKm1FOGnLonW-X3E9lOpVoq8FbFScl7eR5Rns8zFP8Qk9bbbWv1tVZPYa1do/s1600-h/IMG_3473_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwAWDv0d8hcvq4yHfbt8L2gEGOAt52TwVCzfSoBlA5nsmpFlAdeAHxJvGRfU7Ub8ZpLEnN421qGKm1FOGnLonW-X3E9lOpVoq8FbFScl7eR5Rns8zFP8Qk9bbbWv1tVZPYa1do/s400/IMG_3473_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198210669016738" /></a>Lucy's school had a Halloween party where the kids dressed up and went trick-or-treating door to door. I sent Charles to the party with the camera. He took two pictures. Two. Apparently there was a memo that all the Asian girls in Lucy's classroom dress up as witches...</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMuFIDduHdyQeFnrQkzjJgkrVHu0k0QLv7QR2FguBGdEwvOxEpRFbmN9DPVhjwbyYd5gJyHMsNBdv8-IEooigSv2QoaPiYle0Xa1Rnp_yNHsq0usPNWLg429fSSNMfKDuAOpD/s1600-h/IMG_3475.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMuFIDduHdyQeFnrQkzjJgkrVHu0k0QLv7QR2FguBGdEwvOxEpRFbmN9DPVhjwbyYd5gJyHMsNBdv8-IEooigSv2QoaPiYle0Xa1Rnp_yNHsq0usPNWLg429fSSNMfKDuAOpD/s400/IMG_3475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198196329849234" /></a>We did trick-or-treating on the Square again this year. The kiddos loved putting on their costumes and begging for candy. And, in case you're wondering, Zoe was a turkey.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNB3PNlsNnyBiLU0oNtWKIcBdj25D0fZ2rwDhnpH9Hhu3JBDyDMcKFP8rgrMsINvgvxP9ADi0kIj50kj2HzlAEtFqZ-u39SvM1SxEHnLjE382SVzFZUCjFWDwH09jG0wqaac5/s1600-h/IMG_3488_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNB3PNlsNnyBiLU0oNtWKIcBdj25D0fZ2rwDhnpH9Hhu3JBDyDMcKFP8rgrMsINvgvxP9ADi0kIj50kj2HzlAEtFqZ-u39SvM1SxEHnLjE382SVzFZUCjFWDwH09jG0wqaac5/s400/IMG_3488_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198186582913938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWN3YF4qdzhszawLXC86dYL7KuUnextN5TYOCgGv7Dp4dDaKFyduQpDyah4wUgcdJk3hm9WjQgewER4DLUzzfZLbETlQb9Xwbf0MwAcF1_a5rbvBhDt6fkyjnXJ88nWT2DfVZy/s1600-h/IMG_3490.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRdUwfrhWjhSPV7KNbLu3oskNSlt2wHBVMJmQIeE8osZDyMM8pwt7GZz0PnBtLn27NrURCQnuzgcDaUGTCIQyXbU1cLk3wseFZlDMztt6K4MlWq6c5mNfnLQCxPmJNKZWSrH-W/s400/IMG_3497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197826824306562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7WKcIMArobf_fskLT0_c8aev9fMc40b-a89aC5ZUBW1FScX0FgguhsAyv0ONBdokdxkbO7NuetiUTJsXil2AU4nXaooE3V2-B5W6B3hH-7oc5GtN2NxrYqixImePa0qagQDw/s1600-h/IMG_3506_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7WKcIMArobf_fskLT0_c8aev9fMc40b-a89aC5ZUBW1FScX0FgguhsAyv0ONBdokdxkbO7NuetiUTJsXil2AU4nXaooE3V2-B5W6B3hH-7oc5GtN2NxrYqixImePa0qagQDw/s400/IMG_3506_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197822420237746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzSwGE_t3_OBUXZEf5aL_6P2jq4gu6mgoOEkfk7_Abc2-Nk3k-0ffrWrAoiC8d8gvfCshW34xZZCQIs5Sa7HN1mz63CWFTrmFreo0LxYrbIrLWmVep9groaRPoqTSr0MRJ0JnS/s1600-h/IMG_3507_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzSwGE_t3_OBUXZEf5aL_6P2jq4gu6mgoOEkfk7_Abc2-Nk3k-0ffrWrAoiC8d8gvfCshW34xZZCQIs5Sa7HN1mz63CWFTrmFreo0LxYrbIrLWmVep9groaRPoqTSr0MRJ0JnS/s400/IMG_3507_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197820968629154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8VUWFHp8WEGAWcIiTj3LyjRl08R92oLTQPPoOS-0C1KDM5_KEuUfwMGkbZrbeTraxtudQvahuTdOmn3f5u07OYWXHqNJtyAGnYYNu4lLBAQ0cEpUUg_Hd46ikoUxEHAkX7BYg/s1600-h/IMG_3521.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8VUWFHp8WEGAWcIiTj3LyjRl08R92oLTQPPoOS-0C1KDM5_KEuUfwMGkbZrbeTraxtudQvahuTdOmn3f5u07OYWXHqNJtyAGnYYNu4lLBAQ0cEpUUg_Hd46ikoUxEHAkX7BYg/s400/IMG_3521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197389797110882" /></a>When we got home Daddy and the girls decided to make cookies, and by make cookies, I mean they opened up the package of pre-made, pre-shaped, and pre-decorated dough and laid them on a cookie sheet. Baking is hard work!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTiikNWrUAWRLrVjmhkraummuKITknZlY7Ed9pzh4zKHM-ot3DmGHEQocelnm0QRV2dZriDNeUauG3_wUK0QFl0JfWm8B1sh_2BJuFTNBrI-h0lG3FAw3XC669M694QF3G2Zr/s1600-h/IMG_3531.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTiikNWrUAWRLrVjmhkraummuKITknZlY7Ed9pzh4zKHM-ot3DmGHEQocelnm0QRV2dZriDNeUauG3_wUK0QFl0JfWm8B1sh_2BJuFTNBrI-h0lG3FAw3XC669M694QF3G2Zr/s400/IMG_3531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197384314061154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqD0583-bLiJf6hgplOnvhnRK_D7umQ8_-0BCwSVbxpF6YXIhcIafYz4a4RfPliZYN98BrsPkWQ-kjA1L6CEZ8xatUoeRsKIKuuflVyg2VlgwjVzgDsjl29HXtw6a9pZ4d6RLB/s1600-h/IMG_3535.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqD0583-bLiJf6hgplOnvhnRK_D7umQ8_-0BCwSVbxpF6YXIhcIafYz4a4RfPliZYN98BrsPkWQ-kjA1L6CEZ8xatUoeRsKIKuuflVyg2VlgwjVzgDsjl29HXtw6a9pZ4d6RLB/s400/IMG_3535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197383778255730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Someone's a wee bit excited.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUj_cNvxdh9e1VaDeh5udte7avx9PhB2IT6SwsaYqc-O0fAr6LuHHqajIcp0KAkSSp6TMWFYiyrjW1wFQ1lJQ0_9QkKBsVDEcCslZD2_-ytiuHNe2f50bDjM1Zm0QUDiapP4H5/s1600-h/IMG_3540.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUj_cNvxdh9e1VaDeh5udte7avx9PhB2IT6SwsaYqc-O0fAr6LuHHqajIcp0KAkSSp6TMWFYiyrjW1wFQ1lJQ0_9QkKBsVDEcCslZD2_-ytiuHNe2f50bDjM1Zm0QUDiapP4H5/s400/IMG_3540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197381469507506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Waiting patiently, or not so patiently...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsoMy007qq89Hp4CUGae8u_b0hTLVHRKjzqmrU_E3okdItOhOrWKtqEMk4j8rELKyk6RpLc_ShZJCixkvBupIxgv5Z883rI0gzPWsE84pC88loF5zNUBjBwIb8tIuIEurLUHih/s1600-h/IMG_3546.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsoMy007qq89Hp4CUGae8u_b0hTLVHRKjzqmrU_E3okdItOhOrWKtqEMk4j8rELKyk6RpLc_ShZJCixkvBupIxgv5Z883rI0gzPWsE84pC88loF5zNUBjBwIb8tIuIEurLUHih/s400/IMG_3546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197376753058290" /></a>The next day was so beautiful that we decided to be productive while enjoying the outdoors. Lucy and I raked while Zoe did nothing (of course), and Charles mulched the huge leaf piles.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8hJ05y0nT_NtG-Okm1sJxJENubWaw1NLsYBXMntJhGksNlKpToBkulbrr1hyphenhyphenuoYxYFp4sF07ZlbWv4oaVGGrUirmE2piixLSF0HZTmhY5wdG9FN2CA0QVaE60USCxDBu5TED/s1600-h/IMG_3556_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8hJ05y0nT_NtG-Okm1sJxJENubWaw1NLsYBXMntJhGksNlKpToBkulbrr1hyphenhyphenuoYxYFp4sF07ZlbWv4oaVGGrUirmE2piixLSF0HZTmhY5wdG9FN2CA0QVaE60USCxDBu5TED/s400/IMG_3556_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197082984184802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNqN_fQUM2hw_RekwMzf3Jfs0Pez6WQ-Uz8pgRWSOo3PIwrF_S7DWyeXOZcGONJQhUjr_B0X400inTxLwQs-8itLv3xSpE98jJXbMKahv1Lj1J7hL_84laTnEIGUd7IyH8rxw/s1600-h/IMG_3554_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNqN_fQUM2hw_RekwMzf3Jfs0Pez6WQ-Uz8pgRWSOo3PIwrF_S7DWyeXOZcGONJQhUjr_B0X400inTxLwQs-8itLv3xSpE98jJXbMKahv1Lj1J7hL_84laTnEIGUd7IyH8rxw/s400/IMG_3554_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197077700431602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifn_g9AefmF1_zr_uDI5he3HiZedBDSRK1sd-EMQUTsHncab36gH3Q8HqwMyp-cGJ5F-eclA5oWcB1LbDPtME4m4ue5uO9mdODqqRsYEtPUdcJ_jIZ5y90oseg24XCFUc3aojR/s1600-h/IMG_3548_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifn_g9AefmF1_zr_uDI5he3HiZedBDSRK1sd-EMQUTsHncab36gH3Q8HqwMyp-cGJ5F-eclA5oWcB1LbDPtME4m4ue5uO9mdODqqRsYEtPUdcJ_jIZ5y90oseg24XCFUc3aojR/s400/IMG_3548_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197071856039794" /></a>This past weekend the Sue, Kevin, Kalani, my Dad and Stepmom came over to hang out with the kids so Charles and I could go out (Thanks, guys!). It's been almost one year since our last date, and I figure it will be another year before our next. I'm glad that we got out of the house by ourselves, but it made me realize how fulfilling just being at home with the kids and Charles is. </div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">39 weeks</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3n77Irt1lnrwdFVtF7Q-sSVZoAu4YE_dK-2D1l46BuOP-LFcm9VRvWhLu2ktnYJpGq38OUHLnvyRFaHf2TOzJoZUHStRpXirBWajdK-guyahWvERBHx7Dr0RjvAHoKbh6A72_/s1600-h/IMG_3574_1_1.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3n77Irt1lnrwdFVtF7Q-sSVZoAu4YE_dK-2D1l46BuOP-LFcm9VRvWhLu2ktnYJpGq38OUHLnvyRFaHf2TOzJoZUHStRpXirBWajdK-guyahWvERBHx7Dr0RjvAHoKbh6A72_/s400/IMG_3574_1_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197068738413842" /></a>I had my 39 week appointment this morning and all is well. The practice I go to will not let anyone go past the 41 week mark, so in less than two weeks we will have another family member. I know this is going to sound crazy, but I could be pregnant for another month. I get really sad thinking this pregnancy is quickly coming to an end. It is an understatement to say that I LOVE being pregnant. *sigh*</div><div><br /></div><div>Side note:</div><div><br /></div><div>I did have an fetal growth ultrasound last week and this baby is a peanut. I knew she was smaller than Zoe (because I can walk without my hips giving out and sleeping is a non-issue), but I was really shocked to hear that by the 40 week mark, they estimate her size to barely be 7 lbs. The blessing is two-fold. Because she is smaller, they won't be urging me to induce this week AND the doctor thinks that pushing her out won't take the full two to three hours that I am accustomed to. So, yay!</div><div><br /></div><div>As of this morning I am 4cm dilated. I was 3-4 with the girls for over a week before anything happened, so I'm not holding my breath anything is going to happen before the end of the week. I'm hoping for either the 18th or the weekend following when my two favorite doctors are on call. </div>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-50960701458530343832009-10-28T15:02:00.003-05:002009-10-28T15:12:07.582-05:00Aliens IIII'm 37 and a half weeks, still feeling good. This child is quite comfortable, as evident by the video below. When she gets to moving like this, which is most of the time she's awake, I like to play the game, "Guess the Extremity". Aside from distinctly knowing where her bum is, I'm usually at a loss. At this point, knees, elbows, arms, legs, fingers and toes all feel just about the same, painful; but any mother-to-be can testify along with me that it is the best painful feeling in the world. I'm going to miss this when she's born.<br /><br /><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1Njc2MDE*MjY*MiZwdD*xMjU2NzYwMTg4NjQ3JnA9MTI1MjEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZvPTA5YmI2ZGZhNWUxODQwM2M5NDRmMzkxYjNmNzA3MDE5Jm9mPTA=.gif" /><center><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="425" height="381"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&u=http://media8.dropshots.com/photos/160031/20091027/220514.flv&l=http://www.dropshots.com/nanthidahorton#date/2009-10-27/22:05:14&d=1" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /><embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&u=http://media8.dropshots.com/photos/160031/20091027/220514.flv&l=http://www.dropshots.com/nanthidahorton#date/2009-10-27/22:05:14&d=1" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="381"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"><a href="http://www.dropshots.com/">Photo Sharing</a> - <a href="http://www.dropshots.com/">Video Sharing</a> - <a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/">Photo Printing</a></span></center>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-63242684759646927212009-10-14T16:39:00.012-04:002009-10-14T18:05:30.547-04:00One post per season, apparently...Sooooo, let me just go out on a limb here and say that I do not win any gold stars for blogging or picture taking. What I do get an award for is getting these pictures in chronological order, the first time around. So, yay me! This first set was taken towards the beginning of July. You'll notice that as the further down you scroll, the paler my children get. Hence the change in season. Poor kids got pale skin from both sides of the family. <br /><br />This is what Charles and I call the "typical Zoe face". When she smiles, boy does she smile! It's quite contagious. I think it has to do with the combo eye squint/nose wrinkle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZBapFI4Drpg-FMi0CVtWlgl3tIEHkXTFPEihdxAIHHauYjoxF8zhrZPzuXpeFPVUn9b_3OS_RNHm0zyJA6xPyi5UrPtx9r0AWCZ1OBfUzZkJNjhwWk69QQicx3Bgfjhct53b/s1600-h/IMG_3050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZBapFI4Drpg-FMi0CVtWlgl3tIEHkXTFPEihdxAIHHauYjoxF8zhrZPzuXpeFPVUn9b_3OS_RNHm0zyJA6xPyi5UrPtx9r0AWCZ1OBfUzZkJNjhwWk69QQicx3Bgfjhct53b/s400/IMG_3050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563763562175010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZOZR62Xgj3FEibH6519DrtA8XDho7V5xdrvjetNWf0idy4PUiNM3Rp2vzQWVi09s1B_AEnUp0NuNCZrkP4o2bn22x_NVQ9E2cyWXBrBnNx2qMfwMRu-O1ZNPVd96vMBAWCJT/s1600-h/IMG_3051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZOZR62Xgj3FEibH6519DrtA8XDho7V5xdrvjetNWf0idy4PUiNM3Rp2vzQWVi09s1B_AEnUp0NuNCZrkP4o2bn22x_NVQ9E2cyWXBrBnNx2qMfwMRu-O1ZNPVd96vMBAWCJT/s400/IMG_3051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563758548190466" /></a><br />Lucy and Zoe, such great sisters and friends. They love each other so much, that I sometimes wonder if they will view their new sister as an interloper. Side note: Do these girls look like twins to you? What is wrong with people? Anywhere and everywhere we go, I get asked if they are twins. Uh no, they are not.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4xlT-FwGjuINerhdJcfuR24II1yJWrLPus0glkIPXluvmSazJodKfsS5vAJyxKCwa1wZMR3B02ddoZvOD0hc1P_mrV5WUYGlclZOwCrE4iBd_7WumBNiJxiNqMg7sBLVDOwlY/s1600-h/IMG_3058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4xlT-FwGjuINerhdJcfuR24II1yJWrLPus0glkIPXluvmSazJodKfsS5vAJyxKCwa1wZMR3B02ddoZvOD0hc1P_mrV5WUYGlclZOwCrE4iBd_7WumBNiJxiNqMg7sBLVDOwlY/s400/IMG_3058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563742517157762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRpuFFbaw25itaEKuiEqMjiYl4NoE_mojvglrQV4JwGqhn7y5mo97rSaKWpIEhi9CMub87vFFWjcAUtN_jDbiulPqn3kylJwezKCF7nXvT_2WlN0Tk2PReeMj3pH8lZ-n2yd8/s1600-h/IMG_3059.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRpuFFbaw25itaEKuiEqMjiYl4NoE_mojvglrQV4JwGqhn7y5mo97rSaKWpIEhi9CMub87vFFWjcAUtN_jDbiulPqn3kylJwezKCF7nXvT_2WlN0Tk2PReeMj3pH8lZ-n2yd8/s400/IMG_3059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563734674194386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHM1JgQi5a2l12dEtlTWzEtKQ59eZnPWVyqXSDrYMCcmpercxzB_xdhLLi1zSaNNYMRIq5mFVHs1k3d0B40nz53tv72DSRU4jrx-wyyOrrM9UtgYJyA7gMDxIR7bVJaBw5_7p/s1600-h/IMG_3060.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHM1JgQi5a2l12dEtlTWzEtKQ59eZnPWVyqXSDrYMCcmpercxzB_xdhLLi1zSaNNYMRIq5mFVHs1k3d0B40nz53tv72DSRU4jrx-wyyOrrM9UtgYJyA7gMDxIR7bVJaBw5_7p/s400/IMG_3060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563728820580674" /></a><br />This the end of July. I was told the my placenta previa had cleared, so my restrictions were lifted. We hit quite a few neighborhood parks until I started to bleed and was put back on low activity. End of story, although they couldn't pinpoint the source of the bleed, everything turned out fine. I think it was my body's way of telling me to slow down. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPS0PNvCXN_gyiED1R2DDN_nV1w5gaq99P1gpnfZb1zfaBNE5fasH3gbZ2mU84_FuhO9CQ8Tau5Njw2Ayx4Q02aN_inFGXcpPEwM2Qq-cHkJcZyz7pIexXWQxmqeBxSUgDq2h/s1600-h/IMG_3082_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPS0PNvCXN_gyiED1R2DDN_nV1w5gaq99P1gpnfZb1zfaBNE5fasH3gbZ2mU84_FuhO9CQ8Tau5Njw2Ayx4Q02aN_inFGXcpPEwM2Qq-cHkJcZyz7pIexXWQxmqeBxSUgDq2h/s400/IMG_3082_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563506733574658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6XSvNQ1w3eBFjYsMuaORlHtGFop8njePxh_5PW67OKkoL4BzBqQjTFELT1a8D1W7Mm9NjRVdRRxwL-iIalbzYyW5rlTjNqb1secEfDEgwr1qN5CxRFC1Zcly7707rTPjxnJT/s1600-h/IMG_3084_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6XSvNQ1w3eBFjYsMuaORlHtGFop8njePxh_5PW67OKkoL4BzBqQjTFELT1a8D1W7Mm9NjRVdRRxwL-iIalbzYyW5rlTjNqb1secEfDEgwr1qN5CxRFC1Zcly7707rTPjxnJT/s400/IMG_3084_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563501375573298" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ogslQ26FX0BPWfRXfhPWucunFf_mv717ERkGY5k7IfpwsO5_PDqMzuXN63e6Iznyit7H9ffiwZfuFcsntyltOHe5J8cVD0d9izqfL9MZcvxpAifNKD3YjPQTnt6gTWxSBYtx/s1600-h/IMG_3085_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ogslQ26FX0BPWfRXfhPWucunFf_mv717ERkGY5k7IfpwsO5_PDqMzuXN63e6Iznyit7H9ffiwZfuFcsntyltOHe5J8cVD0d9izqfL9MZcvxpAifNKD3YjPQTnt6gTWxSBYtx/s400/IMG_3085_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563492119260002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1FQ5TtBgKX5LTeVznCDd2j0Olp39lfoS0BThQ13Y0AI5FV-ynYArGefyd7nR8bnz87UTvxCiTNDdzjbDEH_YHurVqhjPfCeX2hMffd3BuyYH559dbyOksMj-n3JTWybK53Zl/s1600-h/IMG_3097_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1FQ5TtBgKX5LTeVznCDd2j0Olp39lfoS0BThQ13Y0AI5FV-ynYArGefyd7nR8bnz87UTvxCiTNDdzjbDEH_YHurVqhjPfCeX2hMffd3BuyYH559dbyOksMj-n3JTWybK53Zl/s400/IMG_3097_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563479865993874" /></a><br />Another cute, random example of "typical Zoe face".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZDQ-a8bE4oYp1JlKwKAIW216UBWxzJ5RzM_Pqn_HKEYjV-iqT311cNPc6Hc7NLyWIVok1uX5ZcrUs4w45pZNvihxGROa2AH45GE0eHD65kBZ6fnA3lXmpE_nGdT3RNKYFHU_/s1600-h/IMG_3105.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZDQ-a8bE4oYp1JlKwKAIW216UBWxzJ5RzM_Pqn_HKEYjV-iqT311cNPc6Hc7NLyWIVok1uX5ZcrUs4w45pZNvihxGROa2AH45GE0eHD65kBZ6fnA3lXmpE_nGdT3RNKYFHU_/s400/IMG_3105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563465854307122" /></a><br />We've moved into August territory, the very, very tail end of August territory. And the only reason I know this is because this next set of pictures is from Lucy's birthday. Once again, for the third year running, Charles and I dropped the ball. We had every intention of throwing her a party, but just never got around to it. What a couple of slackers. At the very least, we've set the precedence in our favor, and none of our children will expect much when their birthdays roll around...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVC6MP1jMx1qMxNSyd98HvYZcvJZyPycBy26dRdeTZV-85z2lUiXncIsfE3KZ3P1iGa_bo9VY_7iWCc7UvQe1LggdUgcxcLZsqCf0lsosEoSnK9afBP13NKg8XPjg1s6slen6/s1600-h/IMG_3116_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVC6MP1jMx1qMxNSyd98HvYZcvJZyPycBy26dRdeTZV-85z2lUiXncIsfE3KZ3P1iGa_bo9VY_7iWCc7UvQe1LggdUgcxcLZsqCf0lsosEoSnK9afBP13NKg8XPjg1s6slen6/s400/IMG_3116_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563196858446258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyEy1dPUhkRQiDW4GfzwkYCpYBsT14ofXLRSAyTZ2n24RxywfKxvF-axbJ0CXBwSFmLY1YCxz59VYs2HG_2F8KgA0RmJGoSIgdQy1Qg_-PXoeg-W6iXyNS2D8JC-mJX6roSZz/s1600-h/IMG_3121_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyEy1dPUhkRQiDW4GfzwkYCpYBsT14ofXLRSAyTZ2n24RxywfKxvF-axbJ0CXBwSFmLY1YCxz59VYs2HG_2F8KgA0RmJGoSIgdQy1Qg_-PXoeg-W6iXyNS2D8JC-mJX6roSZz/s400/IMG_3121_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563188710462546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ie7cvQ-PzgmtOqpLz6L4_rrpINrcIvgq3gL2rlDifFcTZoMl8akEZQC56DkKYr8ppKhy1Tua9DTVa1FJGbaGOsEsCV0zAMbP2GmSGMyybkoAxc80WB_lLmX0AjjQvZQVRdgS/s1600-h/IMG_3127_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ie7cvQ-PzgmtOqpLz6L4_rrpINrcIvgq3gL2rlDifFcTZoMl8akEZQC56DkKYr8ppKhy1Tua9DTVa1FJGbaGOsEsCV0zAMbP2GmSGMyybkoAxc80WB_lLmX0AjjQvZQVRdgS/s400/IMG_3127_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563176482690242" /></a><br />Lucy, my big three year old girl, started preschool in the middle of September. She gets to go four days a week for three hours a day. She loves it. Her favorite part is riding the school bus. In fact, I only have to mention the school bus most mornings and that is enough motivation to get her out of bed. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3kBnsSEDL_-PDmqPMIxRMFe5Whzb8pBla_SGP3K816f1ZY6A5CbtnJ1EKdngfaGcHm-ngqpAJ1nzil_GZRUks9Ee_msXf4pVU_DJ4iwOenfJRI5AmGo55jlrdQ4HLq0pGbj8/s1600-h/IMG_3150_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3kBnsSEDL_-PDmqPMIxRMFe5Whzb8pBla_SGP3K816f1ZY6A5CbtnJ1EKdngfaGcHm-ngqpAJ1nzil_GZRUks9Ee_msXf4pVU_DJ4iwOenfJRI5AmGo55jlrdQ4HLq0pGbj8/s400/IMG_3150_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392559319829594242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRYvTbVmbY-_QIF9rvXCmXrsUVv37dWftLovE5LSuAf4uJVVEDFCh-TG4qXaHF-f5f8SHWo-tS64kvxb4dbfG1U0GrHrW7C42NuVl6o4KMLDnB9rtmCu6sSPUng4fCt3r7PL-/s1600-h/IMG_3154_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRYvTbVmbY-_QIF9rvXCmXrsUVv37dWftLovE5LSuAf4uJVVEDFCh-TG4qXaHF-f5f8SHWo-tS64kvxb4dbfG1U0GrHrW7C42NuVl6o4KMLDnB9rtmCu6sSPUng4fCt3r7PL-/s400/IMG_3154_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392559311347445458" /></a><br />Zoe, sitting on the steps, quite forlorn after Lucy first stepped onto the bus with out her. She's much better these days, but for the first couple of weeks after Lucy started school, she was quite the pill. She really missed her sister, but has since learned that there is fun to be had as a singleton, if only for a few hours at a time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINCgSW0DvVgOdsMbV4_Ac1w-jCAKKr7UAxYWCf1wj24rrTw0k87QvbGYNv6BjgNH1rvElK-yHGlFu2tmJaqHfOCo2NtexFdVfUyxZ9aEvW6d_vxYdpv-1e6h1lmRFic0sgBs0/s1600-h/IMG_3168.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINCgSW0DvVgOdsMbV4_Ac1w-jCAKKr7UAxYWCf1wj24rrTw0k87QvbGYNv6BjgNH1rvElK-yHGlFu2tmJaqHfOCo2NtexFdVfUyxZ9aEvW6d_vxYdpv-1e6h1lmRFic0sgBs0/s400/IMG_3168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392559209098247778" /></a><br />Give these girls some books, a couple of lollipops, and Dora, and you get quiet. These three things are my saving grace. How did I get anything done before?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMi9-oJXUbWEtzOJGf1Nwn0FXmkBzzXPg_NIcSD9fvjoGd7kPvAXaXnNDQTn6JzTMRQ049A1eTvmF0NldObbJbQ1bT27_5UwAfApnaN7GcGkMmVBL_Dgw80CI6GDLa35GsC5k/s1600-h/IMG_3190_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMi9-oJXUbWEtzOJGf1Nwn0FXmkBzzXPg_NIcSD9fvjoGd7kPvAXaXnNDQTn6JzTMRQ049A1eTvmF0NldObbJbQ1bT27_5UwAfApnaN7GcGkMmVBL_Dgw80CI6GDLa35GsC5k/s400/IMG_3190_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392559144352787970" /></a><br />Lucy and Dad enjoying their one-on-one reading time. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLo3OKlk610W8wtklnqpPOPV2-4RoNE8AL8CjrtUTTceBbciZOGniEBlPmCTIZ6nSi6TGHa_lrDTXmgfgV6RleN8cbKosP8CiVMKKAuwgsCNemkImaDxR27Pnui4AWaCtaDaf/s1600-h/IMG_3194_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLo3OKlk610W8wtklnqpPOPV2-4RoNE8AL8CjrtUTTceBbciZOGniEBlPmCTIZ6nSi6TGHa_lrDTXmgfgV6RleN8cbKosP8CiVMKKAuwgsCNemkImaDxR27Pnui4AWaCtaDaf/s400/IMG_3194_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392559029191376834" /></a><br />Another thing I love about the end of summer? Three words: Liberty Fall Festival. I had been dreaming of jumbo sized corn dogs, kettle korn, funnel cake, and tropical snow ALL summer long. The Browns joined us for an evening of grease-laden treats, carneys, and over-priced (and quite scary) rides.<br /><br />Don't Lucy and Kalani looked pumped up?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghieuz_Q-32kvPGsIqUe1x3q93_G3WNJ3YHPzEP69mD_MhJlA8CuxR4EPOpJxJE-JiHWUHP-vSRgrBtUdnX4Uiv5ts_VY5epP2kiBRV8kj_FQtcPKPkTDgpO0Uzv9VlehYWcsk/s1600-h/IMG_3222_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghieuz_Q-32kvPGsIqUe1x3q93_G3WNJ3YHPzEP69mD_MhJlA8CuxR4EPOpJxJE-JiHWUHP-vSRgrBtUdnX4Uiv5ts_VY5epP2kiBRV8kj_FQtcPKPkTDgpO0Uzv9VlehYWcsk/s400/IMG_3222_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392558964125891186" /></a><br />Self portrait time! Us girls had the tedious task of winding the strollers around the mobs of people, as well as watching said strollers while the Dads took their kids on rides. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKzXFE4jZCpcth7BkS_iLq2_3QdpXpH_q5XfjC9v6ABqkNATQvB6mDkuv6Wf8S8K5Rk1ZVayyOnQHK2ULMxkod4jZORZkDjgAyV5VfX6Zk9aZLVNy1lavaJ-6Z3tGOnkEkxD7T/s1600-h/IMG_3226.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKzXFE4jZCpcth7BkS_iLq2_3QdpXpH_q5XfjC9v6ABqkNATQvB6mDkuv6Wf8S8K5Rk1ZVayyOnQHK2ULMxkod4jZORZkDjgAyV5VfX6Zk9aZLVNy1lavaJ-6Z3tGOnkEkxD7T/s400/IMG_3226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392558904574567106" /></a><br />Kevin and Kalani on the crazy-fast carousel. Seriously, that thing didn't have any belts or restraints to speak of and was moving at what appeared to be a break-neck speed. As the carousel was going round and round, the only thing I cold see was the flash of white coming from Charles' knuckles as he tried to keep Lucy seated. Of course, that didn't stop them from riding it again...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFOAc5BcqXy77PilvqhYwUUbvtzwIP4zPh4jEWDGqyuRYW-irsg4uCYNXNwRGPgrIksEQnjFLY7b9KI-zBrnGFfa34ewSaJcDpce_1-TLGr3rlWvTaqgBVXrssrPTnE9OcKH3/s1600-h/IMG_3229_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFOAc5BcqXy77PilvqhYwUUbvtzwIP4zPh4jEWDGqyuRYW-irsg4uCYNXNwRGPgrIksEQnjFLY7b9KI-zBrnGFfa34ewSaJcDpce_1-TLGr3rlWvTaqgBVXrssrPTnE9OcKH3/s400/IMG_3229_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392558832262798610" /></a><br />We went back for some more that Sunday afternoon, thinking it would be a bit less crowded. Wrong. It was so busy and hot, but the girls were troopers. I cannot say the same for Charles and myself. The things we do for our children.... Lucy loves carnivals. Can you tell?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2svqiqCd366EsDsdGNgYJFR_XyWEpC4dHmhmEvzND58Szpnj1UPHmKhBPETLb_HxGcb_U-Ae-HZjb677g0D5v7XGuJ2ddCexKD2UKCzk-YdnO44xwpx2VfD2TMB5YjZO8_-iF/s1600-h/IMG_3234_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2svqiqCd366EsDsdGNgYJFR_XyWEpC4dHmhmEvzND58Szpnj1UPHmKhBPETLb_HxGcb_U-Ae-HZjb677g0D5v7XGuJ2ddCexKD2UKCzk-YdnO44xwpx2VfD2TMB5YjZO8_-iF/s400/IMG_3234_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392558724061954402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUNY6rxBlvao2Gi3WZc2B9-5Bd7d-njbIQh-RlrF53lbLUqMBnHMybyWu_otZ67wKmJy5hsKniX1rygY6DF-zF4QeQZwx0mn25lsMfeGzsPlnR3-3kbqVDZrB81OrgAyjFRlx/s1600-h/IMG_3239_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUNY6rxBlvao2Gi3WZc2B9-5Bd7d-njbIQh-RlrF53lbLUqMBnHMybyWu_otZ67wKmJy5hsKniX1rygY6DF-zF4QeQZwx0mn25lsMfeGzsPlnR3-3kbqVDZrB81OrgAyjFRlx/s400/IMG_3239_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392558708541674994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWtO-h5lOoE9kYoreWXiR3hJJdgT8JIgQxtSouUISLhAQVnD4QVc5172TMwqTyoM1cWR-oH3Sx_kqEbRPVtLTy3mRF0rTok8f_XfNEQjaQUoXD9BnVEl98k54iVLeG0pfP6jHi/s1600-h/IMG_3257_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWtO-h5lOoE9kYoreWXiR3hJJdgT8JIgQxtSouUISLhAQVnD4QVc5172TMwqTyoM1cWR-oH3Sx_kqEbRPVtLTy3mRF0rTok8f_XfNEQjaQUoXD9BnVEl98k54iVLeG0pfP6jHi/s400/IMG_3257_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392558701840194770" /></a><br />Zoe, on the other had does not share the same feeling as Lucy. Can you tell?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZut-iyrSEDu2MBhKvjuIantvORB2VvF8XTZCFi3O1bQCQk_8azMD-sXckMWuGNTLq7tPkQMcyqbOObvaISpr6lPmHWsiNODcn3WXs4LHIVyb285qGv-Ky3RKmCOLm7hE-v0mY/s1600-h/IMG_3269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZut-iyrSEDu2MBhKvjuIantvORB2VvF8XTZCFi3O1bQCQk_8azMD-sXckMWuGNTLq7tPkQMcyqbOObvaISpr6lPmHWsiNODcn3WXs4LHIVyb285qGv-Ky3RKmCOLm7hE-v0mY/s400/IMG_3269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392558693228169890" /></a><br />The end of September. My happy girls. They are high chair dancing to whatever music is on. Zoe's got some sweet moves, but you can get a feel for my favorite of hers: the head crook/arm wave move.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqERr7TyYDkZzV1Y1oPm5RdZJWlBsoidUGe_pe5aiZcMm9Yyy0fzLofugf_KAw3XfEWcBO3pp20JnRycDuO2hHybpm8Ef-G2oKctdnSCetU4psEuCkrvrnjY-n0e8kbOUS_5a/s1600-h/IMG_3278_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqERr7TyYDkZzV1Y1oPm5RdZJWlBsoidUGe_pe5aiZcMm9Yyy0fzLofugf_KAw3XfEWcBO3pp20JnRycDuO2hHybpm8Ef-G2oKctdnSCetU4psEuCkrvrnjY-n0e8kbOUS_5a/s400/IMG_3278_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392558684741953970" /></a><br /><br />I'll be 36 weeks on Saturday and am already 2 cm dilated (not that that means anything). I can't find the disc that has the baby's 3/D pictures on it. If I find it before she's actually born, I'll post some. She's got the same full lips as her sisters . She really looks quite a bit like Zoe, but we'll see. They change so much in the first few months. I'm still feeling good. Just the typical pregnancy things: Sore hips, fatique, indigestion. Nothing that the chiropractor, extra sleep, and TUMS can't fix. I also developed PUPPs again, but started a holistic treatment of dandelion root and flax seed oil. Where in the heck was this stuff with my last pregnancies? I'm still itchy, but the rash outbreaks are completely gone! I've also learned firsthand that restless leg syndrome can be combatted with extra folate. I don't have any belly pics, but will take some to post on the next blog. I don't feel that big, but for the last couple of months many, many people have asked or told me that a) "You look like you're about to pop!" b) "Are you sure not carrying twins?" c) "You've really dropped!"/"You're carrying low!" What is wrong with these people?<br /><br />That's all for now! Hopefully I'll post again before the baby is born.the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-75540776893718291322009-06-30T13:50:00.014-04:002009-06-30T16:23:19.331-04:00June in ReviewWe had a busy month of June. We finally bought a dining room set, Charles took three overnight-out-of-town trips, Grandma Judy came up for a much-needed week long visit, I learned how to thread my sewing machine, we had playdate after playdate, we finished two more projects in the (soon to be completed) mud room, and we took an extended weekend trip up north to visit Uncle Iain and Auntie Katie. <br /><br />As cute as they are, don't let them fool you. They are still very much eating in their high chairs. But, just like us, they love to sit at the table. It's kind of a novelty, and it's crazy how much more appreciative we are to have one after eating on the couch, floor, and bar area for over a year. Now we even have a more comfortable place to pay bills, go through mail, do laundry, etc. You know, all of the fun stuff.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDy7NO40BGdFnySbs8HfpPcvDyWYmLufka7xFvbig5PlekWZVByiEqMfZ8Vu0BIzUHvS6xICEAnaGPera1Ek59CcL4crqhvx5zGpY8plj2oDXaGLCpndyNXbpgjKwMrIaGR-z5/s1600-h/IMG_2882.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDy7NO40BGdFnySbs8HfpPcvDyWYmLufka7xFvbig5PlekWZVByiEqMfZ8Vu0BIzUHvS6xICEAnaGPera1Ek59CcL4crqhvx5zGpY8plj2oDXaGLCpndyNXbpgjKwMrIaGR-z5/s400/IMG_2882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353187822336201458" /></a><br />The girls relaxing with Grandma J. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyF9jF6iQCVVvfVY01i0yz0n2n5ITKvwVULnAWouEEUwVOzmdP796nN_nw8Rizc0X-Ju5RimdbIusufWL5dS3geEACPxLte3XPgohUqbFDmDhDzmzaGi8QGVClxttwAWOrPxZL/s1600-h/IMG_2888.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyF9jF6iQCVVvfVY01i0yz0n2n5ITKvwVULnAWouEEUwVOzmdP796nN_nw8Rizc0X-Ju5RimdbIusufWL5dS3geEACPxLte3XPgohUqbFDmDhDzmzaGi8QGVClxttwAWOrPxZL/s400/IMG_2888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181996738296850" /></a><br />Lucy loves her Grandma so much. They had such a great week together that when Grandma left to go home, Lucy went through withdraw for almost the whole next week. She moped around and kept running into the guest room to see if there was anybody in there. So sad.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-On54maGhJVsCnEERipwxQARhcO1dghKpBXSr2EjeABXqMgDL3TayETITxevesaU4ljekBgunykslaxidnCGsmvwet9Wz3doCkmRmWRGT7Muj_1OBntlXMLR1agI1q9rljqo-/s1600-h/IMG_2898_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-On54maGhJVsCnEERipwxQARhcO1dghKpBXSr2EjeABXqMgDL3TayETITxevesaU4ljekBgunykslaxidnCGsmvwet9Wz3doCkmRmWRGT7Muj_1OBntlXMLR1agI1q9rljqo-/s400/IMG_2898_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181997357372882" /></a><br />Here we are trying to figure out how this blasted machine works. It was a Christmas gift from Judy, and we finally cracked open the box earlier this month. I cannot believe how long it took for us to apply the directions (with pictures) to the machine. You'd think the darn thing was written in a foreign language or that neither of us had ever seen a sewing machine. Four hours later...Victory!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZSuVpolsd70bOVs0NQXbpF2ccolD9XXyEV_-cXeRBsn3aME92bZEV2PB3sOdDfvKCZe2hWlPy4A2z5LltQHixxukYkkKaZKg3Pdeo_B4D7biywxe59EtCUlVNPbhsgkkoR7K/s1600-h/IMG_2895.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZSuVpolsd70bOVs0NQXbpF2ccolD9XXyEV_-cXeRBsn3aME92bZEV2PB3sOdDfvKCZe2hWlPy4A2z5LltQHixxukYkkKaZKg3Pdeo_B4D7biywxe59EtCUlVNPbhsgkkoR7K/s400/IMG_2895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181998439130770" /></a><br />When we had the basement finished we kept a small space off of the the garage to use for clean up and coat/shoe storage, as well as a place for my dusty treadmill. We painted months ago, after the reno was completed, but we still had to tile the back splash behind the slop sink, electrical wires were still dangling from the ceiling, and trim couldn't be done until the floor was laid. Ugh, there was so much to do, but after months of staring at an unfinished space and the motivation of the baby's arrival, we got our crap together and completed phase one of the mud room. <br /><br />Here she is, in all her unfinished glory. The bookshelves will eventually be refinished and re-cut to flank our still unfinished fireplace. Are you noticing a trend yet?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVHFbS5aZJCQw0TyiyDBHqTSb7R74vZutK82JuByWUIWZZ_tSaZVFPUvHYn5Gz1qgXDmUUh5ZzeER4XSrR3_zyAe3iCCL-o99NtB2wpC33l5uLIXPGv9N0MiQ3h-M0W-piJ_J/s1600-h/IMG_2902.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVHFbS5aZJCQw0TyiyDBHqTSb7R74vZutK82JuByWUIWZZ_tSaZVFPUvHYn5Gz1qgXDmUUh5ZzeER4XSrR3_zyAe3iCCL-o99NtB2wpC33l5uLIXPGv9N0MiQ3h-M0W-piJ_J/s400/IMG_2902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353182005242405122" /></a><br />I have to give it to my husband. He has transformed into the handiest person, or maybe he's always been, but has just decided now that out of necessity he can show off his sweet skills. Here here is with the wet saw. We rented it on a Friday night at 8 PM, he figured out how to use it shortly after, and tiling was completed by 11 PM. We already had a bit of practice in the kitchen, but amazingly hadn't needed to cut any pieces.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2eBsi7n1EU62TQBz3lU-l0-2MCzg-iNA15tLwejwyz5KXgkZS89QTCK9xFNELr-44w4G33TxZfDwxDIDjQ2OowjjCZhBtwbjGae1DkuG6Km15WaSnO3w6PK6tX-ioQVJ-vCLI/s1600-h/IMG_2905_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2eBsi7n1EU62TQBz3lU-l0-2MCzg-iNA15tLwejwyz5KXgkZS89QTCK9xFNELr-44w4G33TxZfDwxDIDjQ2OowjjCZhBtwbjGae1DkuG6Km15WaSnO3w6PK6tX-ioQVJ-vCLI/s400/IMG_2905_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181640877339650" /></a><br /><br />Ta Da! No more dangling cords and no more exposed concrete floor. The electrical work is also that of Charles. I keep telling him he needs to go into business as a handy man, but strangely enough, my suggestions have gone unheeded. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7fVIfGZRe6c6ET5uKvflFDC4h1ZC3U-Gx2iUoNYabU276psnX8YwSflyPd_mmJPowPRikmtMnj_l8FRjzMopuYgUxAH9TuZZnZmQqM5fyRxBriym_5r6Q5vlsbi7zJI_ryENo/s1600-h/IMG_2909_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7fVIfGZRe6c6ET5uKvflFDC4h1ZC3U-Gx2iUoNYabU276psnX8YwSflyPd_mmJPowPRikmtMnj_l8FRjzMopuYgUxAH9TuZZnZmQqM5fyRxBriym_5r6Q5vlsbi7zJI_ryENo/s400/IMG_2909_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353195414500943234" /></a><br /><br />Check out that fancy tile job! I also have to say that I was not entirely unhelpful. I laid all of the tile and I cut all of the shoe molding with the miter saw. I thought that I would be afraid, but working with power tools is quite liberating. That's not to say that I want to make a career out of home improvements, but it feels good to do something start to finish. Charles, the plumber aka Charles the electrician, hooked up the slop sink last night. All that's left is to get some lockers and benches and install them. We'll see how long that takes to complete...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzatk8yBoMWjNZ59IY_TBHpTka2JVrSB_EKnYgfGgK7M71fkW1cMM9zoqRW72xDa2sHOr44Anoh6B-WYMMKPbzGIiYFCU0O3RLWhtzyFMnay65QDgBHN4mfDl7bnKpHtldGrs/s1600-h/IMG_2907.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzatk8yBoMWjNZ59IY_TBHpTka2JVrSB_EKnYgfGgK7M71fkW1cMM9zoqRW72xDa2sHOr44Anoh6B-WYMMKPbzGIiYFCU0O3RLWhtzyFMnay65QDgBHN4mfDl7bnKpHtldGrs/s400/IMG_2907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181649000115186" /></a><br /><br />Last week the girls and I headed over to Auntie Aprils (aka Lucy's BFF) to visit and see her Mom, Crystal. Sarah and Miss G also made an appearance. The girls had a grand time playing and I even managed to get a nap out of both of them that afternoon.<br /><br />Lucy is still learning how to "be gentle". Poor Zoe is used to being man-handled/loved on, but this was new territory for Greta. Here they are "hugging" or rather, Lucy putting Greta in the sleeper hold/head lock. Greta didn't seem to mind the "attention" one bit.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnefYAb0cVrnp9Os4XfFUHZ75mnbNF9LRwGt1_nZ6L50DqoXzbenb5FzudMGIU8Yxn3uJmgR3AMu5SLYtPHUrLYJFydqRhLwZg-TfIJz4eXGiMAoZytsn7giizJ7Pi4dW0FKRC/s1600-h/IMG_2915_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnefYAb0cVrnp9Os4XfFUHZ75mnbNF9LRwGt1_nZ6L50DqoXzbenb5FzudMGIU8Yxn3uJmgR3AMu5SLYtPHUrLYJFydqRhLwZg-TfIJz4eXGiMAoZytsn7giizJ7Pi4dW0FKRC/s400/IMG_2915_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353185472118997154" /></a><br />In fact, while they were together for the afternoon, they were inseparable. What most people would call attempting to destroy furniture, we call "durability-testing", and fortunately for April, her end table passed with flying colors. Can the bottom shelf hold fifty pounds worth of children? Check!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtJ9j1goZnUgzhrj5kEHZZgsR4h4gx4hyphenhyphenLmzniZPyRYpLtyCfvYjxPMKogQZLTW6YIEMclqKV246dp97BV1m4l4fYpzQnr_c8p9gOpeAQ1eVOS8OgqLy8jTFFrWoMJbDMXuC1/s1600-h/IMG_2916_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtJ9j1goZnUgzhrj5kEHZZgsR4h4gx4hyphenhyphenLmzniZPyRYpLtyCfvYjxPMKogQZLTW6YIEMclqKV246dp97BV1m4l4fYpzQnr_c8p9gOpeAQ1eVOS8OgqLy8jTFFrWoMJbDMXuC1/s400/IMG_2916_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181650997967458" /></a><br />More durability-testing on the moses basket that Crystal bought at a garage sale for her grandson. Yup, it passes inspection.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgu9TG_P4R3GVJ8ThKj48I_JWG52PdX2BxBNGgEpBynwuqd4xmPA5Pwit5UhyYio4cCNCowZbKKc8kcKbMtZ6ZHLOU2R3FJCkAzzHpLL8QOTdv9lseufd437PWxcZvmFgL1Lb/s1600-h/IMG_2923_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgu9TG_P4R3GVJ8ThKj48I_JWG52PdX2BxBNGgEpBynwuqd4xmPA5Pwit5UhyYio4cCNCowZbKKc8kcKbMtZ6ZHLOU2R3FJCkAzzHpLL8QOTdv9lseufd437PWxcZvmFgL1Lb/s400/IMG_2923_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181653858742098" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6tSGNBf1tqeBkFNfxC81vAlvcau5XbPjxZylQfuldMK4OV5p2-uqjarHlGodZC0OaQeue8ZbHpOtWpicBRn9AtDsYyIHbDn8e8Fv0I7MGkNOw5-TuzbK7KxufWvrHoz9xOUp/s1600-h/IMG_2919_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6tSGNBf1tqeBkFNfxC81vAlvcau5XbPjxZylQfuldMK4OV5p2-uqjarHlGodZC0OaQeue8ZbHpOtWpicBRn9AtDsYyIHbDn8e8Fv0I7MGkNOw5-TuzbK7KxufWvrHoz9xOUp/s400/IMG_2919_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181650016673298" /></a><br /><br />This is not the best picture, but it is the only one I have of Uncle Iain from this past weekend. Not only do I never have my camera out, ready to take pictures, but when I finally remembered to get it, the batteries went dead. I suck.<br /><br />Anyway, we had a fantastic weekend. The girls did great. They road-tripped well, slept in an unfamiliar environment well, and played well, given the fact that we packed as few toys as possible. We loved catching up with Iain and Katie (even if it meant staying up until the wee hours the morning), and couldn't believe how lucky we were when we also got to see Grandma J, Grandpa Dave, and Auntie Peggy and Uncle Jim for a few hours on Friday and Saturday night. Thank you so much Iain and Katie. Your new home is beautiful and we can't wait to see you guys again!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLHaUZmLY7jGHVPMC0jzFh7tOb8FQMomtN-sxH16DjHBpF376YY-O6LOxfBo-vHfPuCsq6pOzKlDvufxsLTvuO7-r_PwppcC-mwFBFYolf4ZMjR1zMSVmP7i7WKF4Mtfq224R/s1600-h/IMG_2945_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLHaUZmLY7jGHVPMC0jzFh7tOb8FQMomtN-sxH16DjHBpF376YY-O6LOxfBo-vHfPuCsq6pOzKlDvufxsLTvuO7-r_PwppcC-mwFBFYolf4ZMjR1zMSVmP7i7WKF4Mtfq224R/s400/IMG_2945_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181366943080386" /></a><br />My SIL Katie and I in the requisite "belly-bump" pose. Here we are at 23 weeks and 20 weeks. I am so happy we get to experience this together. My first pregnancy I got to be pregnant with Vadsana, the second with Sue, so I've shared every pregnancy with a sister. I am so lucky! <br /><br />We have first trimester shot, here is our second trimester shot, and hopefully we'll get to see them again in August to get the third shot. She has the sweetest little belly and I can't wait for October to meet my nephew!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfwZb_N72NAmsPY5MhmvUspA4wCOXA0If9DDXyZ1R8J5jvC_DnBhxD8RMODbp-BaChSWlS43wKKhzGJkVbIA265oM0dEloK2nUIy1AWEBen30VszQJf5U7JTiVTioUOOj6F3FR/s1600-h/IMG_2943_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfwZb_N72NAmsPY5MhmvUspA4wCOXA0If9DDXyZ1R8J5jvC_DnBhxD8RMODbp-BaChSWlS43wKKhzGJkVbIA265oM0dEloK2nUIy1AWEBen30VszQJf5U7JTiVTioUOOj6F3FR/s400/IMG_2943_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181363431513186" /></a><br />More evidence that Miss Zoe is a ham!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhn2Y7jcW2LCH5EwPoOAU4USzANOsSv-QoZXJemghOFrkCHhPiIocv7WMeVYauOmedX-ih8Mg8LO6Rc67c8Anun2_JIjoMZa1_sQ4RHc9WYWK77rW5oarpzBglx1_sPe-tZtCc/s1600-h/IMG_2940.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhn2Y7jcW2LCH5EwPoOAU4USzANOsSv-QoZXJemghOFrkCHhPiIocv7WMeVYauOmedX-ih8Mg8LO6Rc67c8Anun2_JIjoMZa1_sQ4RHc9WYWK77rW5oarpzBglx1_sPe-tZtCc/s400/IMG_2940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181358340375042" /></a><br />It's probably just me, but since it's fairly obvious Lucy mostly takes after me (if Lucy and Zoe traded eyebrows, she would be my twin), these two are twinkies. Two, pretty cute twinkies, at that.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXfDyUSK8MeBXBfIZG4qjpvaDNqEOM-caLynUHjUMfVpSIFt-ABgL7DcvWDZ7wVz98Z3yeVVzaq_yVJdz8TQY_ygkBtpvxQYSmB0XrLX2fT5ddmpJcEAEJbV_NL-oXaEi4rvJ/s1600-h/IMG_2939_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXfDyUSK8MeBXBfIZG4qjpvaDNqEOM-caLynUHjUMfVpSIFt-ABgL7DcvWDZ7wVz98Z3yeVVzaq_yVJdz8TQY_ygkBtpvxQYSmB0XrLX2fT5ddmpJcEAEJbV_NL-oXaEi4rvJ/s400/IMG_2939_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181355459639522" /></a><br />Lucy is the most fickle girl when it comes to her BFF. Let's just say she's a social butterfly. She could not get enough of Auntie Katie this weekend. It's good practice for Katie, although it doesn't seem she needs much. She is so very maternal already. Much more so than I ever was before children. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_XZqD2Mw3hHSG0Zm41Ob69rvV3YTkusvX4vdV8XUWlpSz8YE6K-Thn_5tXpAmRvcXxCCnh55s6De__2oCDCmwG35IBYXQeS9oZ3PDC4nY66UFxlvvDjAuQosRsRNbPYRyq-6-/s1600-h/IMG_2926_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_XZqD2Mw3hHSG0Zm41Ob69rvV3YTkusvX4vdV8XUWlpSz8YE6K-Thn_5tXpAmRvcXxCCnh55s6De__2oCDCmwG35IBYXQeS9oZ3PDC4nY66UFxlvvDjAuQosRsRNbPYRyq-6-/s400/IMG_2926_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181356221873202" /></a><br /><br />My gut has told me all along this baby is a girl, so it was nice to get confirmation today. We saw the doctor, and she is as healthy as can be. Everything checks out and I am grateful. We are so blessed to have another baby on the way. She was so quick and active during the ultrasound as well as being incredibly stubborn. I specifically wanted a profile shot, but the child would not give. Every time to inducer came near her face, she turned her head or put the arm block up. Little stinker. This is the best one we got. Still, I think she's pretty cute, even though she resembles the characters from the Peanuts comic strip (does anyone else see that?). We do get to see her again in six weeks, but not for her, but rather to check my placenta location, again. It's still low-lying, so they want to keep an eye on it. I am hopeful it moves so I can have another vaginal delivery, but you never know. Anything can happen, and we will just prepare ourselves for that. We hope everyone has safe and fun Fourth of July!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZcMe4_IJ2pM8hHw5p2N8HYeIlzMLsF9_MXXLPG_H3CdjJJ8dNfioDVqCzJDogIrPvlVlc99Hl4hFXjj6CcakUDYlBj6D11QDMm4sLvda-8yLrDpH9J_QHgYgfFhFLOmkp37X/s1600-h/scan12_1.tif2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZcMe4_IJ2pM8hHw5p2N8HYeIlzMLsF9_MXXLPG_H3CdjJJ8dNfioDVqCzJDogIrPvlVlc99Hl4hFXjj6CcakUDYlBj6D11QDMm4sLvda-8yLrDpH9J_QHgYgfFhFLOmkp37X/s400/scan12_1.tif2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353182972878867490" /></a>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-28283384421212410192009-05-26T18:08:00.003-04:002009-05-26T18:09:12.235-04:00They do make a Mama proud...<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MzM3NTY1NDYwNCZwdD*xMjQzMzc1Njg2NDcwJnA9MTI1MjEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPTE1M2I1ZjQ5OGVkNTRkNGNhYjc2ZWMzYzQ2NjI2ZmUxJm9mPTA=.gif" /><center><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="425" height="381"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&u=http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/160031/20090504/144720.flv&l=http://www.dropshots.com/nanthidahorton#date/2009-05-04/14:47:20&d=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"><embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&u=http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/160031/20090504/144720.flv&l=http://www.dropshots.com/nanthidahorton#date/2009-05-04/14:47:20&d=1" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="381"></embed></object><br /><span style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;"><a href="http://www.dropshots.com/">Photo Sharing</a> - <a href="http://www.dropshots.com/">Video Sharing</a> - <a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/">Photo Printing</a></span></center>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-85726012399009889382009-05-26T17:08:00.020-04:002009-05-26T18:54:01.217-04:00They call me " the Referee"<div>So, one would think with two, little, sweet girls, that playtime would be all tea parties and baby dolls.  Not in our house.  This is how you would find my two little gems on any day of the week, at any given time.  Zoe's first phrase will either be "knock it off" (courtesy of Dad) or "that's enough; be nice" (courtesy of moi).  The "roll around and wrestle" narrowly beats out the ever popular "sneak up behind my sister and grab legs/hair/arms/any appendage, really, tackle, then tickle".  So, that's what they're up to these days, well with the exception of playing "fake puke up the fake vegetables".  That ALWAYS leaves them in stitches.  You gotta love make believe.  The video above demonstrates their love of vegetation.  Sorry for the poor quality, and I have no idea where they learned this.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggisJt8Vl0mIZEk4ETnAgOGA8YMXTk9zlPI2msXHrMBz_QQ_whhi9cM8O5WJnqY__CxhO-tDWSOFUYhC_wUEn9WsvUPupmZu8LmIlrvP1kAKnfilPsK1OoI_nAB-AK0v4frGLz/s1600-h/IMG_2812.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggisJt8Vl0mIZEk4ETnAgOGA8YMXTk9zlPI2msXHrMBz_QQ_whhi9cM8O5WJnqY__CxhO-tDWSOFUYhC_wUEn9WsvUPupmZu8LmIlrvP1kAKnfilPsK1OoI_nAB-AK0v4frGLz/s400/IMG_2812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340243586501202578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic3CtU5dyBeDpG9JCdxKIkRt35mMNRTtEkbsBcj3Q81TLxHo9L3xi4OwRcFOTkSYlJpIfrraNyXbgBXKHJmuvXGH1P1MHeJr70Eqf3DG4oZ-yIpMIbZfKmENha-RcQ6uPzZ0c6/s1600-h/IMG_2811_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic3CtU5dyBeDpG9JCdxKIkRt35mMNRTtEkbsBcj3Q81TLxHo9L3xi4OwRcFOTkSYlJpIfrraNyXbgBXKHJmuvXGH1P1MHeJr70Eqf3DG4oZ-yIpMIbZfKmENha-RcQ6uPzZ0c6/s400/IMG_2811_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340243587885996866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaH56Un-48czxHLWPCM7PGH5hyphenhypheny7qkApl4gRj9o5QpjtB_yfD3PT280SP_go_jLB08xncjCVtFx2M8Tx1wRABhKA4_9ertFp9hKZhe0qsev3lpz42uDMgBKSJ1XbOgVmeT8Hxn/s1600-h/IMG_2808_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaH56Un-48czxHLWPCM7PGH5hyphenhypheny7qkApl4gRj9o5QpjtB_yfD3PT280SP_go_jLB08xncjCVtFx2M8Tx1wRABhKA4_9ertFp9hKZhe0qsev3lpz42uDMgBKSJ1XbOgVmeT8Hxn/s400/IMG_2808_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340243580751147938" /></a>I can't remember what we were over at Aunt Sue's house for, but Kalani and Zoe had fun sharing cheese and puffs.  I can't believe his birthday is next month.  And I really can't believe that while he has had his haircut (multiple times I think), Zoe's is barely present.  Boys get the thick eyelashes and thick heads of hair.  It's just not fair.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqvkxw3HhrVDumyiBbf-Pk5j2kUnl_JIAijCEEFxzMexUR8xe6tgT_1My8XufaEL0ZeR1zvwL3_QN9XTHuuy23oyPN8UOCVmq5AqRioBhUdG0nd0MSA8YkBUyXcdM8p2nrIAt/s1600-h/IMG_2801.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqvkxw3HhrVDumyiBbf-Pk5j2kUnl_JIAijCEEFxzMexUR8xe6tgT_1My8XufaEL0ZeR1zvwL3_QN9XTHuuy23oyPN8UOCVmq5AqRioBhUdG0nd0MSA8YkBUyXcdM8p2nrIAt/s400/IMG_2801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340243379712204306" /></a>I'm posting these pictures of Lucy for posterity's sake. Lucy has never, ever been one to smile for the camera.  She can not stand to have her picture taken.  In fact, she's perfected what we call her "dead face".  Get out the camera and point it in her direction, and immediately her eyes close, but not all the way, her mouth parts just so, and she tilts her head back to the slightest degree.  It's the strangest thing.  Well, there must have been a full moon this night, because she could not get enough of the camera.  All she wanted to do was "cheese" and that was fine by me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtOYy77UK1w6eN5ZjQDm0Wkst5O3YG5sseulB5tY_QjaAOEC3SnxK4EsWi0ZJRw5qRU-JsXJZNpvEmWc0J9rP5ZDxoNyE3NFS6c1GfdcrAwn4JTW0nDhPe73s1sJdmFKDNeEq/s1600-h/IMG_2820.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtOYy77UK1w6eN5ZjQDm0Wkst5O3YG5sseulB5tY_QjaAOEC3SnxK4EsWi0ZJRw5qRU-JsXJZNpvEmWc0J9rP5ZDxoNyE3NFS6c1GfdcrAwn4JTW0nDhPe73s1sJdmFKDNeEq/s400/IMG_2820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340243292492079906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGspHTlx8UAsiPJR9y8pLG3M9RhVcE_224sG8oY3I_Zs_zlljoNNuv75yaekgYgaU4OfZ-GiXXAzjy8Ir5dsU1Z3n1YI4UIibtrXGXtNo02rx2R3tc-FsUMNJ9s96c7hdD2ajj/s1600-h/IMG_2818.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGspHTlx8UAsiPJR9y8pLG3M9RhVcE_224sG8oY3I_Zs_zlljoNNuv75yaekgYgaU4OfZ-GiXXAzjy8Ir5dsU1Z3n1YI4UIibtrXGXtNo02rx2R3tc-FsUMNJ9s96c7hdD2ajj/s400/IMG_2818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340243292755242610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTRg9PhvmL2NSxv7BXgkOSgcMWCjwLc6rSffQWda6D_6cm-kqueYSjS-2e_Nqh0Ma9peJobbwN_tx3-AWjnu3v2YXuMzEfmFornpvmwF83vF5_6L6pWanxt7mvOg7QK86-eCK/s1600-h/IMG_2827.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTRg9PhvmL2NSxv7BXgkOSgcMWCjwLc6rSffQWda6D_6cm-kqueYSjS-2e_Nqh0Ma9peJobbwN_tx3-AWjnu3v2YXuMzEfmFornpvmwF83vF5_6L6pWanxt7mvOg7QK86-eCK/s400/IMG_2827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340243109858613826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugHoP9peC0iI96YzV4FuDlIgcdtci52HFLOvGnWp5UjsWEJ3f_aazEHLKH84lGzqvZdNDOAABQsyflS_JWzUC0g9kVOTjXGL-GDOcBI6I4gHsrML2ZBRRRAdUXc9B6EBnYZlW/s1600-h/IMG_2828_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugHoP9peC0iI96YzV4FuDlIgcdtci52HFLOvGnWp5UjsWEJ3f_aazEHLKH84lGzqvZdNDOAABQsyflS_JWzUC0g9kVOTjXGL-GDOcBI6I4gHsrML2ZBRRRAdUXc9B6EBnYZlW/s400/IMG_2828_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340243005693332466" /></a>On the other hand, there's our little Zohan.  She has a love affair with the camera.  She loves to have her picture taken and she loves to help take pictures.  My two polar opposites.  On a side note, this little one started walking a few weeks ago.  She's big stuff now.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQMwJuVOYsOGk7b9YN888rwu0n1U9fqkyuQYgbBam2O3mpLUFHzi2xXGKwVBN1CEtOoXoS47iy0ooJsfdolsM9mVC7wBHjoViEMqQaMeg7vfnq6ixanVMibu39jWlPLWeQqcn/s1600-h/IMG_2831.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQMwJuVOYsOGk7b9YN888rwu0n1U9fqkyuQYgbBam2O3mpLUFHzi2xXGKwVBN1CEtOoXoS47iy0ooJsfdolsM9mVC7wBHjoViEMqQaMeg7vfnq6ixanVMibu39jWlPLWeQqcn/s400/IMG_2831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340242923490816322" /></a>Lucy and her buddy Ethan, enjoying a spaghetti dinner.  Or rather, Ethan enjoyed his, and Lucy stared at hers.  From what I hear this is typical behavior for couples on a first date.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWwsJXmwyGX8SRQOhSfFllHQYsfNQbiJEaqWoEakQy3mEjJ0h-F6_AIjIOdXaL0J2VOGAcddXjkOo5gSJiD0gCiN8Fb8rX-fptwHWkXQyzPjngPCNAOWFb9_XZrGB-jwNyY92T/s1600-h/100_1695.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWwsJXmwyGX8SRQOhSfFllHQYsfNQbiJEaqWoEakQy3mEjJ0h-F6_AIjIOdXaL0J2VOGAcddXjkOo5gSJiD0gCiN8Fb8rX-fptwHWkXQyzPjngPCNAOWFb9_XZrGB-jwNyY92T/s400/100_1695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340242831148374274" /></a>We met up with our playgroup last week at the park.  What a beautiful day.  We had such a great time catching up with friends we haven't seen in months.  The girls can't wait for another picnic playdate.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgikFX01iJpF2nnFIm0uGNEd_oHT8zbeTB31KLRfpY7Blq0SWmh1xmGigJA61QUuHhVCV6FDAgl4my_hX9ZiBpS4fi4ZbIIda6E0Y1hZKOjk1W1B78IibL5xlmd23pwjWx9bZGr/s1600-h/100_1680.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgikFX01iJpF2nnFIm0uGNEd_oHT8zbeTB31KLRfpY7Blq0SWmh1xmGigJA61QUuHhVCV6FDAgl4my_hX9ZiBpS4fi4ZbIIda6E0Y1hZKOjk1W1B78IibL5xlmd23pwjWx9bZGr/s400/100_1680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340242825493653986" /></a>With Mallory and Chloe missing, my two were the only girls.  Maybe that's why they love to wrestle...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMEYoIZkaJTOXNaV1HDkm-5uewTefRBGXaMFnt1Q33Sx3kaMPNH5oKHdEqm8_OdshNJ3DDT7j6xFToLEbGbxb6VjSGqg1uMMPKYE6Pel1eIqmpHV89-ksrSh2A_JPuHWkNcToH/s1600-h/100_1670.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMEYoIZkaJTOXNaV1HDkm-5uewTefRBGXaMFnt1Q33Sx3kaMPNH5oKHdEqm8_OdshNJ3DDT7j6xFToLEbGbxb6VjSGqg1uMMPKYE6Pel1eIqmpHV89-ksrSh2A_JPuHWkNcToH/s400/100_1670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340242822574216050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkXYVv9mxRq-ybr0pimeGD62Ye7yg5Rg5fRtjxZL2sIUp1rbYebPerVHqNXj9VkgH4JHNHjqKpEhHrhJvTf0W1vYCS3UY5kd30Dww0EzjstbDFdxj6FfVU89bFQEz1IQLiu-T/s1600-h/100_1666.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkXYVv9mxRq-ybr0pimeGD62Ye7yg5Rg5fRtjxZL2sIUp1rbYebPerVHqNXj9VkgH4JHNHjqKpEhHrhJvTf0W1vYCS3UY5kd30Dww0EzjstbDFdxj6FfVU89bFQEz1IQLiu-T/s400/100_1666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340242818411621282" /></a>On an end note, some of you know, some of you don't, we got new cars!  Mazda girl was on her last leg.  We've been debating this entire last year about what we should do, and she made the decision for us.  We had already put sooooo much money into her maintenance and this last "check engine" warning put us over the edge.  I have to admit, it was sad leaving her on the lot.  I really thought the girls would be driving her.  They just don't make them like they used to.  Well, the timing was right so Charles is now driving a safe, gas friendly Fit.  It's not the manliest car (seriously, have you heard the horn on those things), but who cares?  At the last fill up, that thing got over 40mpg!  <div><br /></div><div>We also traded in the Pilot for an Odyssey.  It's a good thing we did, because there was no way we'd be able to comfortably fit in three carseats.  That's right peeps, we are pregnant, again!  I've stolen this idea from a few of my friends' blogs, so here goes:</div><div><br /></div><div>Were you trying? I know what some people are thinking and a few people have already asked.  Were were most definitely trying.  After Zoe, we had decided that we were done with two.  Well folks, we changed our minds.  Enough said.  My new rides seats eight, so I guess we'll just wait and see what the future holds.</div><div><br /></div><div>When are you due?  November 14.</div><div><br /></div><div>Will you find out the sex?  Most definitely and soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have you picked out any names?  Not really.  </div><div><br /></div><div>How are you feeling?  Fine.  The first trimester was rough, as I anticipated.  A lot of fatigue and morning sickness.  The girls play a game called "Night, Night".  I lay on the ground and they cover me with a blanket, kiss me on the forehead, and say, "Night, Night, Mama".  During playtime, I'd sneak a few minutes rest here and there.  I'm not so pathetic anymore, so the game is much more humorous.</div><div> </div><div>Do you think it's a boy or a girl?  My gut is a girl, Charles thinks the baby is a boy, Lucy thinks there's a cookie in my belly (which most of the time there is), and Zoe just likes to slap my stomach.  Let me just say, Charles and I disagreed with the last two pregnancies, and I was always right.  There's a first time for anything.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yeah, no belly pics for now.  I'm waiting to look pregnant, rather than bloated and squishy.  Ya know?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><br /></p></span></div>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-69207545777972075792009-04-26T22:06:00.013-04:002009-04-26T23:26:39.660-04:00Easter, Self-Portraits, Models, Birthday GirlThis year's Easter Bunny was "Friendly/Hippity-Hoppity Easter Bunny" compared to last year's "grown-man-in-furry-costume-getting-ready-to-rob-bank-Easter-Bunny", and strangely enough, neither child was too receptive.  This is about as close as either one of them would get without shrieking.  <br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GIrvGunO4Lq_ppgqsJuKcITuTCJNUn1e8Po-ysPHYA4PiLu4QkLzbRndaKMFz83w8ON1a0wVfzVlcrs0uF6F7Yk4TfVqFHmAEBQHqUbbkOwYPpo-asyv0u_aNmb_VVVJ8RpL/s1600-h/IMG_2720_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GIrvGunO4Lq_ppgqsJuKcITuTCJNUn1e8Po-ysPHYA4PiLu4QkLzbRndaKMFz83w8ON1a0wVfzVlcrs0uF6F7Yk4TfVqFHmAEBQHqUbbkOwYPpo-asyv0u_aNmb_VVVJ8RpL/s320/IMG_2720_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329188021810190802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The lazy ones waiting for their cousins to fill their baskets.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpP6jUF05kNYhrjq4LU6iY8xVmyLAfRzpDNmx9_uTuEzgZAseAaQqfEFOdGQyDAB1oXfbvYl_PoRbkZENQIzgn8Q-WIEzIPPdIgcwBlVO88E21sqhv_jWMP9K2E5jjdSzFrSX8/s1600-h/IMG_2725_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpP6jUF05kNYhrjq4LU6iY8xVmyLAfRzpDNmx9_uTuEzgZAseAaQqfEFOdGQyDAB1oXfbvYl_PoRbkZENQIzgn8Q-WIEzIPPdIgcwBlVO88E21sqhv_jWMP9K2E5jjdSzFrSX8/s320/IMG_2725_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329188027053578850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4Xn-XRjeAUDXehiiTnYoSPPuD-kJGDEgMmu_dHhuda5abl5ijJszH3_3usqrY4uHFzmVypdpJt8akNENGDmCHuHOaxNSnqwBfwF8ykvrpsZQuM4p1jUk0bzedm5LbSFCs08P/s1600-h/IMG_2730_1.JPG2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Eggs: Kalani = 2, Zoe=0</span></span></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4Xn-XRjeAUDXehiiTnYoSPPuD-kJGDEgMmu_dHhuda5abl5ijJszH3_3usqrY4uHFzmVypdpJt8akNENGDmCHuHOaxNSnqwBfwF8ykvrpsZQuM4p1jUk0bzedm5LbSFCs08P/s1600-h/IMG_2730_1.JPG2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></a></div><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4Xn-XRjeAUDXehiiTnYoSPPuD-kJGDEgMmu_dHhuda5abl5ijJszH3_3usqrY4uHFzmVypdpJt8akNENGDmCHuHOaxNSnqwBfwF8ykvrpsZQuM4p1jUk0bzedm5LbSFCs08P/s320/IMG_2730_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187770663637650" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4Xn-XRjeAUDXehiiTnYoSPPuD-kJGDEgMmu_dHhuda5abl5ijJszH3_3usqrY4uHFzmVypdpJt8akNENGDmCHuHOaxNSnqwBfwF8ykvrpsZQuM4p1jUk0bzedm5LbSFCs08P/s1600-h/IMG_2730_1.JPG2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4Xn-XRjeAUDXehiiTnYoSPPuD-kJGDEgMmu_dHhuda5abl5ijJszH3_3usqrY4uHFzmVypdpJt8akNENGDmCHuHOaxNSnqwBfwF8ykvrpsZQuM4p1jUk0bzedm5LbSFCs08P/s1600-h/IMG_2730_1.JPG2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The only picture I have of Lucy hunting for eggs.  I don't know how she managed to get empty eggs.  My theory is either the quicker children took the candy and put the empty eggs back, or as a way to save money, the Easter Egg Bunny laid a few empty ones. </span></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4Xn-XRjeAUDXehiiTnYoSPPuD-kJGDEgMmu_dHhuda5abl5ijJszH3_3usqrY4uHFzmVypdpJt8akNENGDmCHuHOaxNSnqwBfwF8ykvrpsZQuM4p1jUk0bzedm5LbSFCs08P/s1600-h/IMG_2730_1.JPG2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"> </a></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ffTCTe-8U3Ez50OIbHXy1nVyY4MlOHcUz7rpVZHH4iBs54jj-FEn-DXRXRikajkJswdfOrVI4rMQ0FLn3ifMXm4GZSvuQ6imhtDLMVTF935Khunfbd76ttaSJ-ICma1KcWgI/s1600-h/IMG_2726_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ffTCTe-8U3Ez50OIbHXy1nVyY4MlOHcUz7rpVZHH4iBs54jj-FEn-DXRXRikajkJswdfOrVI4rMQ0FLn3ifMXm4GZSvuQ6imhtDLMVTF935Khunfbd76ttaSJ-ICma1KcWgI/s320/IMG_2726_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187767235278114" /></a>Cousins picture.  It is going to be a long, long time before we get a decent shot of all of them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVCJpOUKjkYlRkByqw8LmjDwBCwX7X9P9lTdjs_j77UCCjXs_ah51ITWmggp8XHxfD4-nUFEYsYwbk8t8X4uyb3aOul1RlGIJAoQ7Tt_YZG_IvOY7mkXOms8JTuSiMrlFIACI/s1600-h/IMG_2747_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVCJpOUKjkYlRkByqw8LmjDwBCwX7X9P9lTdjs_j77UCCjXs_ah51ITWmggp8XHxfD4-nUFEYsYwbk8t8X4uyb3aOul1RlGIJAoQ7Tt_YZG_IvOY7mkXOms8JTuSiMrlFIACI/s320/IMG_2747_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329189422587584370" /></a><br />Maly, Alison, and Zoe experimenting with the self-portrait option.  Uh, yeah.  There are some definite keepers in this collection...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOALY2n8mJd4exER1ITKD0UXbFLleeHjhuhZJtryzRbM4JWPG94t_Nu6iCab8dVCGKZWkucSS9UrHK9wjGDk31Kj2rE5puTUO1U2rSAmH4t_OV4rbqBH2KmFFcpmqPcG0mEFzh/s1600-h/IMG_2756.JPG"><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/AVvXsEgOALY2n8mJd4exER1ITKD0UXbFLleeHjhuhZJtryzRbM4JWPG94t_Nu6iCab8dVCGKZWkucSS9UrHK9wjGDk31Kj2rE5puTUO1U2rSAmH4t_OV4rbqBH2KmFFcpmqPcG0mEFzh/s320/IMG_2756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187402660759042" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVinjv4Yvc6iKpBT3loXIJDMLmPz0Xjqbq4aguFDLxfa5uRfOvK8ZwipljW-FTvlcZlMpj-stG5Wps9XKt0pz5r3g0oUbsSsP3lqlqMjJ30Yxa14Anyjxa8S-5zknKr-DZBJBw/s1600-h/IMG_2755.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVinjv4Yvc6iKpBT3loXIJDMLmPz0Xjqbq4aguFDLxfa5uRfOvK8ZwipljW-FTvlcZlMpj-stG5Wps9XKt0pz5r3g0oUbsSsP3lqlqMjJ30Yxa14Anyjxa8S-5zknKr-DZBJBw/s320/IMG_2755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187779844222946" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nice.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4N-iEfczxoantsjFFVABUo42ZN7cSeFrOXJKW5rMEXHHNOyAE449x1ERZ_Wd4Yp6zTgPb4aobAzUztaPQvWEfJEnY16v0kpBCDMjc3sInxjnOQCQC0X2ociAc8P66W-VZyw1i/s1600-h/IMG_2758.JPG"><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/AVvXsEh4N-iEfczxoantsjFFVABUo42ZN7cSeFrOXJKW5rMEXHHNOyAE449x1ERZ_Wd4Yp6zTgPb4aobAzUztaPQvWEfJEnY16v0kpBCDMjc3sInxjnOQCQC0X2ociAc8P66W-VZyw1i/s320/IMG_2758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187409093407874" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My Mother and Grandma recently came back from a trip to Laos.  They brought all the girls matching outfits.  So very chic and pink and noisy.  Every outfit has at least ten mini-bells.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX0qwMIqq6eUJo02gvoXzC-7drcTnYShyphenhyphens8kgrsWxUBmBy7YH3bf59J_J9qPOhSOhKpMwX03PqG6QQDz3zy00RGoMTj3TTwTh3NcwU7d2itiXngrX9zVKPZoL5E-7oYm0ajMt4/s1600-h/IMG_2766_1.JPG2.jpg"><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/AVvXsEiX0qwMIqq6eUJo02gvoXzC-7drcTnYShyphenhyphens8kgrsWxUBmBy7YH3bf59J_J9qPOhSOhKpMwX03PqG6QQDz3zy00RGoMTj3TTwTh3NcwU7d2itiXngrX9zVKPZoL5E-7oYm0ajMt4/s320/IMG_2766_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187410504566114" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Grandma Maly, Lucy, and Pari.  <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFe8YXzaURU0FT5UTHh2JXdoYguAHXhTSHK77_RxbFh6JTHDTaNCSJbcYjbp1wr56Fzr9cjea6ToE5Ia75b3UibfMUQ_jNbL5z_m8kB20706at98qeon6SBbm07f-QtgVOkmtJ/s1600-h/IMG_2762_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFe8YXzaURU0FT5UTHh2JXdoYguAHXhTSHK77_RxbFh6JTHDTaNCSJbcYjbp1wr56Fzr9cjea6ToE5Ia75b3UibfMUQ_jNbL5z_m8kB20706at98qeon6SBbm07f-QtgVOkmtJ/s320/IMG_2762_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187408586223586" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Zoe turned one a month ago, but we celebrated this weekend.  I'll blame it on scheduling, but really it's just procrastination at its finest.  Things Zoe enjoyed: the singing, the presents.  Things Zoe did not enjoy: not being held my Mom, the taco bar dinner, the cake.  Things Lucy enjoyed: being held by Dad, the singing, the presents, the taco bar dinner, and especially the cake.  Things Lucy did not enjoy: being told there was no more cake.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42Ygk-Y2fPUFWo97gMUjGqne4Ac3_N3S_sme4QnE5zjpOhgfcXLDSzTxUPAZZ2GF9Y5R-hiNX9UplI1bsS05rxgVzLpUAEtIyY7DCS8ss87xI9Ewdpb4YUesKKuYz-Fa1umAW/s1600-h/IMG_2776_1.JPG2.jpg"><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/AVvXsEi42Ygk-Y2fPUFWo97gMUjGqne4Ac3_N3S_sme4QnE5zjpOhgfcXLDSzTxUPAZZ2GF9Y5R-hiNX9UplI1bsS05rxgVzLpUAEtIyY7DCS8ss87xI9Ewdpb4YUesKKuYz-Fa1umAW/s320/IMG_2776_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187414677166098" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Momma and her girls, Aunt Sue and Kalani S.  <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ckhMWSbtfrIdquCs3qLQP8aBieVKJ1eRf6B7KTF3x0RxQ3NkBqhIN4NVuRppnnpUrSd9zm_GKWh3HmfiPE80ccAn6y5zv00TnXfZLUUduK7F4XU-UfpdYXCGAyADvxNen5BM/s1600-h/IMG_2783_1.JPG2.jpg"><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/AVvXsEg_ckhMWSbtfrIdquCs3qLQP8aBieVKJ1eRf6B7KTF3x0RxQ3NkBqhIN4NVuRppnnpUrSd9zm_GKWh3HmfiPE80ccAn6y5zv00TnXfZLUUduK7F4XU-UfpdYXCGAyADvxNen5BM/s320/IMG_2783_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187160562287106" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Grandma Penn and the easily-amused Kalani.  Those cheekies are so juicy.  That child is definitely not missing any meals.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTuXpbHt31SGJmOJjyt3rrwAHKSTCHFsLSeLEEIkAarRsh9ry79iEGOLFZb1GObgq8rVkzfTNKQ2HIBdc1tiJgQCQ4CEj6Yvs_bXqp4IEurtkXFJnuN8L-UYFrc9bv-fN3amZI/s1600-h/IMG_2788.JPG"><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/AVvXsEiTuXpbHt31SGJmOJjyt3rrwAHKSTCHFsLSeLEEIkAarRsh9ry79iEGOLFZb1GObgq8rVkzfTNKQ2HIBdc1tiJgQCQ4CEj6Yvs_bXqp4IEurtkXFJnuN8L-UYFrc9bv-fN3amZI/s320/IMG_2788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187164548598114" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh yeah, I didn't post any pictures, but Lucy got her first "real" haircut a few weeks ago.  If you ever wondered why Lucy always wore her hair up, this is the reason: Hair pattern and growth is weird.  Lucy's hair grew so fast in the back and took forever to get any thickness or length up front.  What I'm trying to say is if I let it grow to its own accord, this child would naturally have a mullet.  No Joke.  The hairdresser took a little over three inches off the back, trimmed her bangs and took nothing, absolutely nothing, off the front and sides.  All that was missing was the Natty Lite can and half-smoked ciggy.  Mullet-Skullet rest in peace.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4CPUhE9ldQjAME-DTSimS7SQGhTvDpvrwqcF9-7QW3-URcXPAvjusqql-MSFSnBr6c22D1OFvgZUxZgDQLMA4jDpzRGeDdgjWj5ldLOaXHJ4XbnGxuKjuGoO6ljwtVV3DAqN/s1600-h/IMG_2789.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4CPUhE9ldQjAME-DTSimS7SQGhTvDpvrwqcF9-7QW3-URcXPAvjusqql-MSFSnBr6c22D1OFvgZUxZgDQLMA4jDpzRGeDdgjWj5ldLOaXHJ4XbnGxuKjuGoO6ljwtVV3DAqN/s320/IMG_2789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187162840081298" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My silly girls.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxsC7R-20VXXaNp71-HBa4PEK6O_eUJp9mhm0s9JJLSBmMm8DXkUYgN-X7nEwRAVpGp7vc955w7HlzKkT0dtVYy8LhwIetsBjW1k5j6bPj1rg0AFz33j5jhmGqBdy66sVDC82e/s1600-h/IMG_2798.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxsC7R-20VXXaNp71-HBa4PEK6O_eUJp9mhm0s9JJLSBmMm8DXkUYgN-X7nEwRAVpGp7vc955w7HlzKkT0dtVYy8LhwIetsBjW1k5j6bPj1rg0AFz33j5jhmGqBdy66sVDC82e/s320/IMG_2798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187165350875906" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">They are so loving and affectionate.  I couldn't have asked for sweeter girls.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiHLmM7dmYnTsPhqboRJP3fdI93mN4N2wmg4pFaxwhkNAGJEzdME6asjK2KZB5ke4pcbW5ZxvtsjL2PArA0tDue6MoqpM6r8bJX3hoV9Z9OKF2h4TW6sHsTIBnoDNqsvb1P6g/s1600-h/IMG_2800.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiHLmM7dmYnTsPhqboRJP3fdI93mN4N2wmg4pFaxwhkNAGJEzdME6asjK2KZB5ke4pcbW5ZxvtsjL2PArA0tDue6MoqpM6r8bJX3hoV9Z9OKF2h4TW6sHsTIBnoDNqsvb1P6g/s320/IMG_2800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187167914180370" /></a>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-20823096158887387282009-04-05T18:10:00.009-04:002009-04-05T18:57:26.298-04:00Spring BreakMost folks think of spring break as going somewhere tropical with exotic drinks either poolside or on a beach.  Not us.  Our version of spring break consists of a sweet Marriott hotel with a slightly frigid indoor pool and a view of the interstate.  The destination you ask? None other than Cabo San Des Moines.  It is a central place for us to meet and we had a great time - always nice to discuss everybody else's dysfunction while complimenting ourselves on how great we are.  Given the recession and economic conditions, I assumed we would not have to wait for a table when we decided to go eat - but apparently there is something about chain restaurants in West Des Moines that attract large crowds of people.  During the two hour wait at Texas Roadhouse, it was a perfect time for a photo opportunity.  <div><br /></div><div><div>Here are Nanthida, Charles, Iain and Katie in-between taking trips to ask when our table was going to be ready and complaining to management.  <div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfSw5zTt_GC-z4RQif-FjG-0ry8t-3E__3vaLd6pMU5dcWs29iN2Y3vagW06_mL6XLo-iydkFmA8SBv_UgK7urNG9xmgqUf-LICX_vyy0SFFWIj-I7vuXf3ASzDRFJvr96OZS/s1600-h/sb6.JPG"><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/AVvXsEgYfSw5zTt_GC-z4RQif-FjG-0ry8t-3E__3vaLd6pMU5dcWs29iN2Y3vagW06_mL6XLo-iydkFmA8SBv_UgK7urNG9xmgqUf-LICX_vyy0SFFWIj-I7vuXf3ASzDRFJvr96OZS/s320/sb6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334769990886290" /></a><br /></div><div>Lucy and Zoe with Grandma J and Aunt Peggy.  There is a board behind them that displays when your table is ready....notice that nothing is lit. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZTMvpvEvux16JGgWUCvRCUv_S-I-sU_Hz4AcCZcPcOAe2aDt6vJaHwvS2erQy34PFvUeWGqe0gxWvaAjXgxwaXzKZwDGUDK3gluFZmyV_VtSWSx5tS5F_eb3OIEd7Wr94p8p/s1600-h/sb5.JPG"><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/AVvXsEg5ZTMvpvEvux16JGgWUCvRCUv_S-I-sU_Hz4AcCZcPcOAe2aDt6vJaHwvS2erQy34PFvUeWGqe0gxWvaAjXgxwaXzKZwDGUDK3gluFZmyV_VtSWSx5tS5F_eb3OIEd7Wr94p8p/s320/sb5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334771093130850" /></a><br />Lucy showing a little midriff - I think she gets that from her mother.  Her dad has since bought her extra long shirts - which is a trend that will continue into adulthood. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG6ng7jYtiq7ISDjhxA_p9HRZXLrGVEbeMMwzpocunW3XHe_HUb8P7sxhalv0PNo7_SjSYp8FbioAF_1dVi9yzJ-nPj1FCJfGR7KnLjm20RE5iEI5rrcbZf3VbTojjNiN_3j2G/s1600-h/SB4.JPG"><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/AVvXsEiG6ng7jYtiq7ISDjhxA_p9HRZXLrGVEbeMMwzpocunW3XHe_HUb8P7sxhalv0PNo7_SjSYp8FbioAF_1dVi9yzJ-nPj1FCJfGR7KnLjm20RE5iEI5rrcbZf3VbTojjNiN_3j2G/s320/SB4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334762660933762" /></a><br /></div><div>Zoe in her standard pose - I think she calls this one 'blue steel'.  I tried to tell her that the name was already taken.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkX3k70HN5B4ubdchF0ApR3FvHZq30NEuyyqiX1-Cs4UolRNVflsurgMotSYmzo5RL44AL-L6JOR6A8DFDlAtioLopdnWG2Lx6M1P87g4G4AI86Y0X-S35a6dqe7mJMQwT-0Y/s1600-h/sb3.JPG"><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/AVvXsEjKkX3k70HN5B4ubdchF0ApR3FvHZq30NEuyyqiX1-Cs4UolRNVflsurgMotSYmzo5RL44AL-L6JOR6A8DFDlAtioLopdnWG2Lx6M1P87g4G4AI86Y0X-S35a6dqe7mJMQwT-0Y/s320/sb3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334760383213026" /></a><br />Lucy and her dad in what looks like dance practice.  Her father's dance moves are so awesome and yet rare to catch on camera - some things are just meant to see live.  <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNHgVlJOu_YDS2-YOnHNBRMrsSjER0MO8vdepd929mCwRiugwM8-jUEJZ8BXtgmHq665IBXRJIGzYCG2rjUvQcdqb9MQPRXojdMrxAcKk1MDyPSu5FDaX_txzFhIcwAc0U1fjG/s1600-h/sb8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNHgVlJOu_YDS2-YOnHNBRMrsSjER0MO8vdepd929mCwRiugwM8-jUEJZ8BXtgmHq665IBXRJIGzYCG2rjUvQcdqb9MQPRXojdMrxAcKk1MDyPSu5FDaX_txzFhIcwAc0U1fjG/s320/sb8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321336838674291138" /></a><br />Group hug.  Lucy is a very sweet girl and loves her sister...most of the time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94YNB20gEDyMScPAsQ0ZAyzRyVah_GsujJKVCl-pBZ6gLbXyFPAf9SUBr3S54Nz13vmvpxARMDzvRmn0pCWISJZVGw1HAJdD2sjwDvxJrpZxPFSTJ4batKb5xcqvULS2fEVJN/s1600-h/sb7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94YNB20gEDyMScPAsQ0ZAyzRyVah_GsujJKVCl-pBZ6gLbXyFPAf9SUBr3S54Nz13vmvpxARMDzvRmn0pCWISJZVGw1HAJdD2sjwDvxJrpZxPFSTJ4batKb5xcqvULS2fEVJN/s320/sb7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321336838929615538" /></a><br />Lucy helping Zoe with her presents.  She is such a good helper that way.  She will even demonstrate to her little sister how things work.  But don't assume that Zoe is passive, she defends herself with a stealth-like hair pull when nobody is watching - and will smack Lucy in the face when she is sleeping.  Hey, if a bear craps in the woods....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPAo_QpAEKRux3-3pV88dw-uFyeEA8-JJnZZgeDzJq9EUhcOTCEAYuzNeXjuUR7fYGugyDbdNqhk0cx9OUxsMPgG3xw0MDf64y7XIeNPD-BfYzpsvpQU3rjYHbf3WeP0INxOa/s1600-h/sb9.JPG"><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/AVvXsEiMPAo_QpAEKRux3-3pV88dw-uFyeEA8-JJnZZgeDzJq9EUhcOTCEAYuzNeXjuUR7fYGugyDbdNqhk0cx9OUxsMPgG3xw0MDf64y7XIeNPD-BfYzpsvpQU3rjYHbf3WeP0INxOa/s320/sb9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321337382055868210" /></a><br />Lucy is getting to be so big - she has now transitioned herself into pullups.  Not sure that she has it on correctly but the box didn't come with directions - I guess you are just supposed to know these things.  Anywho, here she is showing her biggest fan (Zoe) how its done. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIYKmyJt-487hwiRdHZgzCEswWD5FYaYyIRIEgC0K69VIHoHOawT8TZio3gggncaVnuJZlF9ls6HymR2_EjRUivUYFNAdus79k7r2W4BL2Gel0YPxadTfbrz_IMXS38xnm5LXL/s1600-h/SB1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIYKmyJt-487hwiRdHZgzCEswWD5FYaYyIRIEgC0K69VIHoHOawT8TZio3gggncaVnuJZlF9ls6HymR2_EjRUivUYFNAdus79k7r2W4BL2Gel0YPxadTfbrz_IMXS38xnm5LXL/s320/SB1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321336841709510066" /></a></div><div>And as always with a spring break trip, we are counting the days until next year.</div></div></div>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-19679310753857936202009-03-03T15:37:00.027-05:002009-03-12T14:06:17.630-04:00Finally!<div>After some gentle reminders that it's not the New Year anymore, I decided that for posterity sake it's probably a good idea to update (after all, this blog is the lazy man's baby book).  Let's see, what have we been  up to?</div><div><br /></div><div>Zoe will be one in just a couple of weeks.  Due to an awful bout with the flu, and my lack of milk production, she was weaned just last week.  I had wanted to take her up to her one year, but decided now is as good a time as any.  She has made the transition beautifully and takes milk from a sippy cup like a champ.  Although, every now and then she nuzzles really close to my chest and gets a faraway look in her eyes.  I think it's possible that she's reminiscing.  She's crawling and cruising, and much to the chagrin of her father and I, she's learned to climb stairs.  If only she could get the down part, as well as the up! She has six teeth and is popping another through as we speak.  She's loves babies and baby dolls, and loves to give them kisses.  She's also blowing kisses, waving, and has discovered that an exaggerated shake of the head for "no" gets big laughs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are the girls at Sam's Club.  We love that place for three big reasons: 1) Double seating shopping carts, 2) Huge bags of precooked bacon for $6, and 3) Saturday morning samples!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3mzI-Wa5PEPiIQyH0JJRlfYillAp3sDV3k2Rp_MX1BWDvd4rjWsMbpzBZ-TUXq2Feuu1FK1p063FcHEyD3mcHlPKWLa8-mkdKL8K0Gvr48TutU_yD2XWPAZRwHUOxQcdYxX7/s1600-h/IMG_2577_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3mzI-Wa5PEPiIQyH0JJRlfYillAp3sDV3k2Rp_MX1BWDvd4rjWsMbpzBZ-TUXq2Feuu1FK1p063FcHEyD3mcHlPKWLa8-mkdKL8K0Gvr48TutU_yD2XWPAZRwHUOxQcdYxX7/s320/IMG_2577_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312327174992929762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4A1GD4Lm-PX9WjkVfo3TGpMcpJ8gf8lO2-nm2J2Gf7eFknbtXaDxocp8dw7MVFt4D_4dkzLOuJsKRWiNASGB7PVyjyj3if93LO0Xt0tLA21E2CxTjn4bQmUR2hO0Xlu0HlVhe/s1600-h/IMG_2575_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4A1GD4Lm-PX9WjkVfo3TGpMcpJ8gf8lO2-nm2J2Gf7eFknbtXaDxocp8dw7MVFt4D_4dkzLOuJsKRWiNASGB7PVyjyj3if93LO0Xt0tLA21E2CxTjn4bQmUR2hO0Xlu0HlVhe/s320/IMG_2575_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312327175362689922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBBJ4skjJPDyjeA5HtDg8OYHQjvt3iH8m89f6MVHa4fQJpf98AW5wdIPSpVMhosfAMqgTgMq40CM8dUDDvDRgdnaKuLv-vVU9L2H9CtCVIoSNIAcK2IN0WlEZl-PCoeVZOcv4/s1600-h/IMG_2570_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBBJ4skjJPDyjeA5HtDg8OYHQjvt3iH8m89f6MVHa4fQJpf98AW5wdIPSpVMhosfAMqgTgMq40CM8dUDDvDRgdnaKuLv-vVU9L2H9CtCVIoSNIAcK2IN0WlEZl-PCoeVZOcv4/s320/IMG_2570_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312327170446740034" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We had our playgroup's annual Valentine's Day party at the end of February.  Unfortunately we were missing some kiddos that day. The girls loved all of the sweets and commotion.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0TOcr8t4XAv-tpN2VWyg77jZe31zvixkcCXEl6vGvSbSoeDhqtAWFnRcWG4cVvUAbyumTiNXitVUmkJA8visPzGWTIkO-a2MZZdKORt28WDMVG7KDNg-NMTEKEQrJxUswAUaO/s1600-h/100_1319.JPG"><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/AVvXsEj0TOcr8t4XAv-tpN2VWyg77jZe31zvixkcCXEl6vGvSbSoeDhqtAWFnRcWG4cVvUAbyumTiNXitVUmkJA8visPzGWTIkO-a2MZZdKORt28WDMVG7KDNg-NMTEKEQrJxUswAUaO/s320/100_1319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312324436705866066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE-Po7XQj34eEci8xFeFNXPRNPqfPHuowFBtmH4hkJUH6VGNMSQgSXQU7DkSG9XUWUorCUxoG8pAnvgXoyTFNUHeG3zcADkPRNrnoW0OqjzMHVrYKBIKEJk5kRYimFoyVHSwZ9/s1600-h/100_1317.JPG"><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/AVvXsEhE-Po7XQj34eEci8xFeFNXPRNPqfPHuowFBtmH4hkJUH6VGNMSQgSXQU7DkSG9XUWUorCUxoG8pAnvgXoyTFNUHeG3zcADkPRNrnoW0OqjzMHVrYKBIKEJk5kRYimFoyVHSwZ9/s320/100_1317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312324425438860610" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Grandma J sent Zoe her birthday gift via USPS.  Here she is modeling her new coat and hat.  So CHI-CHI!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUEuX4uLH1HM2OUhwju0panVPQnKXKcsC2odagofgA-SxXK61J9IFKYDnxDBvSKkAkLV66x3tmJKybvxAlxH-Ckr0qQLbJM7KGjeEqqeOWb-uRsSB4WJ4_WothcrDQ6d4C557/s1600-h/IMG_2589.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUEuX4uLH1HM2OUhwju0panVPQnKXKcsC2odagofgA-SxXK61J9IFKYDnxDBvSKkAkLV66x3tmJKybvxAlxH-Ckr0qQLbJM7KGjeEqqeOWb-uRsSB4WJ4_WothcrDQ6d4C557/s320/IMG_2589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312324210422501890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYWs0ibdgC7uEUUMwXqdEajMXD9G4jRJhsneRJywcbNzpCXjKtW7IG1J7hCxcPdtT2MHE5QTTKbz90JMJ1sLA7qH2HgOy64ozat_pY3gELKOws2QvuC9LdHrfylWMJwPw7SO8/s1600-h/IMG_2587.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYWs0ibdgC7uEUUMwXqdEajMXD9G4jRJhsneRJywcbNzpCXjKtW7IG1J7hCxcPdtT2MHE5QTTKbz90JMJ1sLA7qH2HgOy64ozat_pY3gELKOws2QvuC9LdHrfylWMJwPw7SO8/s320/IMG_2587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312324210913505090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQdBvvIuhfrY68K-cI0fNc9QJ_a6N90h8t0ff2qzD-bWe4_LNLHQkQ-jiN8QkaFWZ9ZCqd7bfGiRLnCIyctFoLJuXF8KyTF5P5yfJtPqWC6LV_IKAbBty7RY4z0RPLFs4sjSo/s1600-h/IMG_2585.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQdBvvIuhfrY68K-cI0fNc9QJ_a6N90h8t0ff2qzD-bWe4_LNLHQkQ-jiN8QkaFWZ9ZCqd7bfGiRLnCIyctFoLJuXF8KyTF5P5yfJtPqWC6LV_IKAbBty7RY4z0RPLFs4sjSo/s320/IMG_2585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312324205497892034" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Lucy thought it looked fun, so she decided she'd give it a whirl.  Her noggin was a bit too big for the hat, but you get the idea, right?  Nice face, huh?</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuC1RMFKunX_s7urN71QLD9_cPy1DdaTjY9W6Sk9h6vqYwfQpdQz106-1G6-gUHoHNOkxEqrmPl9qsxewJlvU5x0tE0Q5xBSCPZAMtt3kXPE8rgAom7ye41ZRVFUWcdLZ5AGuO/s1600-h/IMG_2608.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuC1RMFKunX_s7urN71QLD9_cPy1DdaTjY9W6Sk9h6vqYwfQpdQz106-1G6-gUHoHNOkxEqrmPl9qsxewJlvU5x0tE0Q5xBSCPZAMtt3kXPE8rgAom7ye41ZRVFUWcdLZ5AGuO/s320/IMG_2608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312323873128455506" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Grandma was so sweet she sent Lucy some books in the package.  Here she is reading to Zoe about "mer-mae".  That's what you and I would call a mermaid.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQh6Xzo6KVzef8xfWSIqGlbPEFj7542JRwOR7DJvDTq8ZhRQXWrjBGiBDOHSaY0HX6eNcDwLjlr00wFJCP4wsI1ANx2eleCV_3WcPBByAbpiAJWEMqIl-WWv50HslfQ-OhS6E/s1600-h/IMG_2603.JPG"><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/AVvXsEiyQh6Xzo6KVzef8xfWSIqGlbPEFj7542JRwOR7DJvDTq8ZhRQXWrjBGiBDOHSaY0HX6eNcDwLjlr00wFJCP4wsI1ANx2eleCV_3WcPBByAbpiAJWEMqIl-WWv50HslfQ-OhS6E/s320/IMG_2603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312323774728030370" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Yay!  Another bird that chirps!  Give it's belly a squeeze and the blue birds sings.  The girls already have one.  They love those things.  What's new with Lucy these days?  She's talking more and more.  She's such a good big sister.  Every morning she gives Zoe a hug and kiss, and she loves to share her toys.  She's two, so we're starting to see how stubborn she is as well.  She's loving, affectionate, and sensitive.  She's really a sweet-natured girl.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzLITFLqZON1c9y8ge8cJAGz1uvO5BF4USlby3RPVCWdn1UIgt79AxgjGJBBvrtcMeCSoJv0n660uYoK1luvCnoEc3xOAcOOTWuoi2CKyUmQPsKHURfn_t14ORkLuR5V4yox7/s1600-h/IMG_2607.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzLITFLqZON1c9y8ge8cJAGz1uvO5BF4USlby3RPVCWdn1UIgt79AxgjGJBBvrtcMeCSoJv0n660uYoK1luvCnoEc3xOAcOOTWuoi2CKyUmQPsKHURfn_t14ORkLuR5V4yox7/s320/IMG_2607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312323767313589746" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">My older daughter.  What can I say?  I tell her to "step away from the television", "don't stand so close", etc.  So, what does she do?  She pushes her blue chair up to the television stand.  What a smartie.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqs7GWYEPbJc_BGjGapqglaBjODokxirgOclQ6OBo2GmndVgTZV-WRCrvttMfXDm3FHanFXCKExLv0gy7zGvB6RpDLBg-QQhZ569jokYXd8iAdV5xvm8Cely_V5361YXUI_sJ/s1600-h/IMG_2609.JPG"><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/AVvXsEjbqs7GWYEPbJc_BGjGapqglaBjODokxirgOclQ6OBo2GmndVgTZV-WRCrvttMfXDm3FHanFXCKExLv0gy7zGvB6RpDLBg-QQhZ569jokYXd8iAdV5xvm8Cely_V5361YXUI_sJ/s320/IMG_2609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312323573950238786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is Lucy's "Cheese!" face.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzrYufvzvFWFKFfCx4wjGaIzaHZ1QBvCgG7TcWe4XpswwZ4Rd3iQ5sGnS5rv9Av4fbYug9C5QlKeckUxV3X7v7G0LPgOo2wsJYSSU-KggujA4F0k7shs5uLAsAJpzkOrnQHN0/s1600-h/IMG_2610_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzrYufvzvFWFKFfCx4wjGaIzaHZ1QBvCgG7TcWe4XpswwZ4Rd3iQ5sGnS5rv9Av4fbYug9C5QlKeckUxV3X7v7G0LPgOo2wsJYSSU-KggujA4F0k7shs5uLAsAJpzkOrnQHN0/s320/IMG_2610_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312323571820537234" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Zoe decided that she didn't want to take a long after noon nap.  It caught up with her later that evening, because three bites into dinner, this is how I find her.  My favorite part is the milk dripping off her bottom lip.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLKaXBpvpdljPxkHfUZgxXWjYnjGIXe8891NcMjkR8B1aVRRKOWE16lWT-yRvGblc2M4_LLepBgK0wjoGe7bVajHpAJqvE5R2xJWNI5a0rK7eCBHw71wPK0DSNUUBV2_HYhUZc/s1600-h/IMG_2613_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLKaXBpvpdljPxkHfUZgxXWjYnjGIXe8891NcMjkR8B1aVRRKOWE16lWT-yRvGblc2M4_LLepBgK0wjoGe7bVajHpAJqvE5R2xJWNI5a0rK7eCBHw71wPK0DSNUUBV2_HYhUZc/s320/IMG_2613_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312323407822894498" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">We train em' early in this house.  Here's Lucy helping Daddy vacuum.  She's too young to realize that it's really not the most fun.  So, until she does, we'll continue to take advantage.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQg_eHkTLPrItUKMFNzYDRHWrqE-SiKDlpNUczfVoYzVC-DWgFqdPl5RLHQodWssVczcGADu3Gf0EASS1B2Siej9x07lMF_HWeMw24kmrLg-mWvm2BVl_2KK9okHAF-xhxivr/s1600-h/IMG_2614_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQg_eHkTLPrItUKMFNzYDRHWrqE-SiKDlpNUczfVoYzVC-DWgFqdPl5RLHQodWssVczcGADu3Gf0EASS1B2Siej9x07lMF_HWeMw24kmrLg-mWvm2BVl_2KK9okHAF-xhxivr/s320/IMG_2614_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312323405504091890" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Seriously, have you seen anyone with a smile that big while vacuuming?<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCisIW3G6sHru_U6BRKa7eQwBbFits0u7LeUHqoJlvsQP8YuxSbtA0vMS35J9rhK8FwAUkhe7rYMqhW-AawJtaipX1Gl5bXK5bl5boTTDprcKj20DEqCtkpXBq_YN2hSshe0k/s1600-h/IMG_2616_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCisIW3G6sHru_U6BRKa7eQwBbFits0u7LeUHqoJlvsQP8YuxSbtA0vMS35J9rhK8FwAUkhe7rYMqhW-AawJtaipX1Gl5bXK5bl5boTTDprcKj20DEqCtkpXBq_YN2hSshe0k/s320/IMG_2616_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312323402973551362" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">The big news:  We (Charles and I) have our bedroom back to ourselves!  Lucy has been sleeping in her room, by herself for two months now.  She's back to sleeping through the night and loves her big girl bed.  At the beginning of February, Zoe moved from our bed into Lucy's bed that was in our room.  She was getting way too mobile and was escaping from the twin at naptime, so this weekend we broke down and bought a crib (again).  We decided, "What the heck?  Let's set the crib up in Lucy's room and see how they do."  They've both been in there since Saturday night, and after one rough night, things are going swimmingly!  I can't express how wonderful it's been to have the bedroom back to being adults-only.  Sleep is so much better. After all, it had been two and a half years!  And since I've yet to post any pictures of the half-way completed reno, here are some of the somewhat-newly furnished kids' room.  </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXkjNAjEWtzkZQt7To0kscDHvWQIo0tzkbQs5X20TLh7LUflLwqoQZZpxEe_Voh-qyc94-wVO9SJCbUYYlrcs4tD4G9iE-ry6_h7ty6iEyffpGD-uqjsVL5Qg8HMRh8iPPa-5K/s1600-h/IMG_2618.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXkjNAjEWtzkZQt7To0kscDHvWQIo0tzkbQs5X20TLh7LUflLwqoQZZpxEe_Voh-qyc94-wVO9SJCbUYYlrcs4tD4G9iE-ry6_h7ty6iEyffpGD-uqjsVL5Qg8HMRh8iPPa-5K/s320/IMG_2618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312323182643929458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6ADzKcZsp3gqZBO2OVY9F11zO17md_dTz0pyKrZEAQBvUQ-jWIxLKX_HkFCdo3Ca8JJocRK5LG-Wx9fv3l5AR25ULRG0LrYrMYN_JbefMVLNyOf9fkXTtedfy7sYoKFMdaPZ/s1600-h/IMG_2619.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6ADzKcZsp3gqZBO2OVY9F11zO17md_dTz0pyKrZEAQBvUQ-jWIxLKX_HkFCdo3Ca8JJocRK5LG-Wx9fv3l5AR25ULRG0LrYrMYN_JbefMVLNyOf9fkXTtedfy7sYoKFMdaPZ/s320/IMG_2619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312323101253720082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGxGkH7qDcIvI4tjMY9jsivxr3f9usc2OgdOOIXIt-LoyNRNfe9i0Y_gYkkyWiBn_m55koTSq7NNINqmISElxNa1Pa1YWKqf2k6GyPfYQYhIFkFu9rgLETeaZIJQZjtnzl4-Tr/s1600-h/IMG_2623.JPG"><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/AVvXsEgGxGkH7qDcIvI4tjMY9jsivxr3f9usc2OgdOOIXIt-LoyNRNfe9i0Y_gYkkyWiBn_m55koTSq7NNINqmISElxNa1Pa1YWKqf2k6GyPfYQYhIFkFu9rgLETeaZIJQZjtnzl4-Tr/s320/IMG_2623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312322983021043618" /></a><br /></div></div>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-89395751780378312712009-01-14T21:44:00.005-05:002009-01-14T22:53:40.994-05:00Happy New YearWe hope you had a great holiday and all of your wildest dreams are coming true in 2009. We are waaaay behind on our remodel and basement finishing so you notice the hiatus from posting anything lately. Here are a few pics from the holiday - more to come.<div><br /></div><div><div>Black wardrobe:  $100</div><div>Digital camera:  $200</div><div>Holiday photo in front of somebody else's tree:  Priceless<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ-yilVoQF7i_FiHB2jBTss6tE8UoFckqMhbGy8jAVgSXmkp-1YIXGuAjl1_dh4nl5FReRixQycTe8LaRuIRt6h_uvx-qcHZ3zaSS51iXo9FdBdTCuz44tp2MLQltwduuSC69U/s1600-h/H1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ-yilVoQF7i_FiHB2jBTss6tE8UoFckqMhbGy8jAVgSXmkp-1YIXGuAjl1_dh4nl5FReRixQycTe8LaRuIRt6h_uvx-qcHZ3zaSS51iXo9FdBdTCuz44tp2MLQltwduuSC69U/s320/H1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291349442918821410" /></a></div><div>Dad and his girl Zoe at the bowling alley.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkMqzaNxGBOvwxwe-uhDLaTXcLnsL7wZFGj5ltoUZKYjdZKJ6QSube74zCzkpo5xiIeVHwuNwIaE-MtvfXGaMcFenVqpol87hNBcwm4bhcKytY_r4JceQaqVT2gQV1-cDu06D/s1600-h/H2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkMqzaNxGBOvwxwe-uhDLaTXcLnsL7wZFGj5ltoUZKYjdZKJ6QSube74zCzkpo5xiIeVHwuNwIaE-MtvfXGaMcFenVqpol87hNBcwm4bhcKytY_r4JceQaqVT2gQV1-cDu06D/s320/H2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291349441592964402" /></a></div><div>Lucy reenacting the first Thanksgiving (if the pilgrims had juicy juice and funny turkey hats)<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpgrvjO6cqmXEd64YktIKA3QxjOtW1kJBazO2C5GXeoT4J1CVOGIsDpDXkZVynBA4HPRb8BfPPi1YYM_crzkbW6OJJMmfkGdVsXJk4NMnvExmwZm7yYTr8tYigz9ONvjaRXG1/s1600-h/H3.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpgrvjO6cqmXEd64YktIKA3QxjOtW1kJBazO2C5GXeoT4J1CVOGIsDpDXkZVynBA4HPRb8BfPPi1YYM_crzkbW6OJJMmfkGdVsXJk4NMnvExmwZm7yYTr8tYigz9ONvjaRXG1/s320/H3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291349447370599186" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-111290613435769462008-11-19T14:50:00.002-05:002008-11-19T14:54:08.692-05:00Silly Faces<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9IZ84-UWZeMO2M4cxRkT0eXwE6x4vFj05GdiOLk9rZE2yhyphenhyphenRMPxbfR3MubuCBstPeRN-QkxKzM74FNKZEsKO4MBL4iq_wYNsp5wCSnZI8LWsLy-DRUR1xaxG4fFF2o3lX-AaE/s1600-h/IMG_2353.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9IZ84-UWZeMO2M4cxRkT0eXwE6x4vFj05GdiOLk9rZE2yhyphenhyphenRMPxbfR3MubuCBstPeRN-QkxKzM74FNKZEsKO4MBL4iq_wYNsp5wCSnZI8LWsLy-DRUR1xaxG4fFF2o3lX-AaE/s400/IMG_2353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270458900758769826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzHPIE1_XsvZL_NuBttVMewhxvJ2goyA4oPicSF5sfIFvU6YSGSoxn_GkmIp4yRj09GEHpXUkz7ozlpeWx4qPXlzOzNF9D5q6VYXuoT0BDxeVxWgzOUODTs-VmKHSLNamrrAII/s1600-h/IMG_2354_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzHPIE1_XsvZL_NuBttVMewhxvJ2goyA4oPicSF5sfIFvU6YSGSoxn_GkmIp4yRj09GEHpXUkz7ozlpeWx4qPXlzOzNF9D5q6VYXuoT0BDxeVxWgzOUODTs-VmKHSLNamrrAII/s400/IMG_2354_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270458897752888706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh53TEojwfotnjlyJVs3AGomMv2AvYBgTn52nFipPNYaVYjiZLfgrtmX7l6KDZThbWUru2cniBlNXOKbwLvpfvRVccmCUZhFFBqeXZgl_cxt1Y7D4WWW2LjjZr2KiO-5_nCTlcE/s1600-h/IMG_2355.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh53TEojwfotnjlyJVs3AGomMv2AvYBgTn52nFipPNYaVYjiZLfgrtmX7l6KDZThbWUru2cniBlNXOKbwLvpfvRVccmCUZhFFBqeXZgl_cxt1Y7D4WWW2LjjZr2KiO-5_nCTlcE/s400/IMG_2355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270458897913095074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UKXWCHUj05h8yM5ynCyObGsFQjFsi4EmPOEGTllYzjLXCQL8sxDvwLYGoOnUZxSFJOad97TpQXUJAtfL4PsJoJdV3eDHhiudEbZ-8ttzaP40YMrtIUJ56-iDB31WeKw4DWgq/s1600-h/IMG_2351_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UKXWCHUj05h8yM5ynCyObGsFQjFsi4EmPOEGTllYzjLXCQL8sxDvwLYGoOnUZxSFJOad97TpQXUJAtfL4PsJoJdV3eDHhiudEbZ-8ttzaP40YMrtIUJ56-iDB31WeKw4DWgq/s400/IMG_2351_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270458900222690818" /></a>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-71174418677737250742008-11-18T16:14:00.004-05:002008-11-18T16:36:32.947-05:00Baths and Blessings (but not at the same time)For those of you who aren't in contact with us very often, we are in the middle of a huge home renovation. We thought originally that the work would take anywhere from 4-6 weeks. We are now on week twelve. Needless to say, we are no where near completion and the project has completely taken over every free minute we have. My apologies for the lack of posts and the small quantity of pictures when we do post.<br /><br />The girls loved taking their bath together. Unlike myself, Zoe doesn't mind when Lucy splashes her. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhErqLlR5fnO-9oKTROIhAI8QnMgItDAx31ytczvBJQvljFmxiILe7-jKtJgNr3x2oErckTDv-mzimy_z5BKk9UR05fgNQzIToW07j2i6a79WwKOcIOkdARvLjJmNGXE6SWN-QD/s1600-h/IMG_2328.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhErqLlR5fnO-9oKTROIhAI8QnMgItDAx31ytczvBJQvljFmxiILe7-jKtJgNr3x2oErckTDv-mzimy_z5BKk9UR05fgNQzIToW07j2i6a79WwKOcIOkdARvLjJmNGXE6SWN-QD/s400/IMG_2328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270110882631735826" /></a><br />These two have so much fun together. Who knew that a cup of water could be so enthralling?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimmqkeBFPEy73SnCGwdha9j8UmfjdUbr6PmwHHHc6QY6RP25Vbrb51nw3NwQlKKm_q9WX4FQdQzb8AW4sIXK1UXzGC7pK64JqUwV3JFJokz-yvuFa6XgKmPAz3VSnEWX66Sw86/s1600-h/IMG_2326.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimmqkeBFPEy73SnCGwdha9j8UmfjdUbr6PmwHHHc6QY6RP25Vbrb51nw3NwQlKKm_q9WX4FQdQzb8AW4sIXK1UXzGC7pK64JqUwV3JFJokz-yvuFa6XgKmPAz3VSnEWX66Sw86/s400/IMG_2326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270110882242708290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0if4WMzZu-_rynNOhelr3JoLyPSj3OSzDjbp5jGIqUliDa4ninokx-4sTBYWZo0SMVOlchcpQz4NkfLUDpf1rDXlo1jqB7-jlMsOhzSS6-ywbtEniIoUvIBJabP_mvy0sAYc/s1600-h/IMG_2325.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0if4WMzZu-_rynNOhelr3JoLyPSj3OSzDjbp5jGIqUliDa4ninokx-4sTBYWZo0SMVOlchcpQz4NkfLUDpf1rDXlo1jqB7-jlMsOhzSS6-ywbtEniIoUvIBJabP_mvy0sAYc/s400/IMG_2325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270110876671675282" /></a><br />Two Sundays ago Lucy was blessed at my home congregation. The prayer given by the girls' Uncle Adam was beautiful, and John was cool as a cucumber, even though Zoe chose to scream the duration of the blessing. Seriously, almost the entire blessing, and when she wasn't screaming she was lunging at the microphone. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0IbuKCyMkTtizm8ICur8fZsy5zdJSGqYt5Aw_imJgrUnyC4ZyiIBCb1P-tJb3hGcabCZCWX3FAHEiaaSyAhbXtHX9kcDCxHxhVfj-cVxpHLaIA0io-L3SF5_E2lCcHyy1b-V/s1600-h/IMG_2338_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0IbuKCyMkTtizm8ICur8fZsy5zdJSGqYt5Aw_imJgrUnyC4ZyiIBCb1P-tJb3hGcabCZCWX3FAHEiaaSyAhbXtHX9kcDCxHxhVfj-cVxpHLaIA0io-L3SF5_E2lCcHyy1b-V/s400/IMG_2338_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270110883823308754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9oCwlG-KU3ijnBkzasae7hJLogYuYkmP7IimbiANTe4w20-7XqxTuME-53qAfRO96rdUuLyIadvp4MaI_qtzxTI30UtUfHk6y-_7u6YV6HGP88EkZxwrL_RPgJ3qLoYn3ccKw/s1600-h/IMG_2344.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9oCwlG-KU3ijnBkzasae7hJLogYuYkmP7IimbiANTe4w20-7XqxTuME-53qAfRO96rdUuLyIadvp4MaI_qtzxTI30UtUfHk6y-_7u6YV6HGP88EkZxwrL_RPgJ3qLoYn3ccKw/s400/IMG_2344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270110884600409826" /></a>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-50118152392838276582008-10-31T22:28:00.008-05:002008-10-31T23:46:54.949-05:00Visitors, Pumpkin Patch, Sam's Club, and Happy Halloween!Grandma J and Uncle Iain came down for a very brief, fun and relaxing weekend visit. In the short amount of time we spent together we were able to talk a lot (mostly about the Mayo brothers), eat a lot, and walk a lot (three of my favorite things, though not necessarily in that order). Lucy and Zoe loved all of the extra attention and we are all excited to see the family again over Thanksgiving.
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<br />This was Lucy's second visit to Carolyn's and Zoe's first. Thankfully, this year we were able to make it out there before Halloween day and had a plethora of pumpkins to choose from, unlike last year when the tractor drove us out to the middle of desolate, almost barren ground, only inhabited by pumpkin gut... (reference October 2007 in the archives for the lovely visual)
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<br />One of Lucy's many silly faces...
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<br />Very easily amused...
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<br />Grandma J and Uncle Iain patiently waiting in the twenty minute line to get into the pumpkin patch. That line was so long; ridiculously long, yet we waited and were happy to get in once we caught site of the freshly popped kettle corn.
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<br />Monkey see, money do...
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<br />Look at ALL those pumpkins!
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<br />One of the winners that got to come home with us, and as of 11 PM Halloween night is still sitting on the front porch, uncarved...
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<br />Zoe has gotten used to the abuse. Notice the slight smile on Zoe's face as Lucy plants her elbow into the side of her head?
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<br />This was a momentous day. Lucy and Zoe sitting together for the first time in a shopping cart at Sam's Club. I know it sounds silly, but it's a pretty big deal to not have to drag at least one stroller (if not the double) into a store along with Charles pushing Lucy in a shopping cart. They really enjoyed sitting next to each other. It's life's little pleasures, right?
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<br />Already shopping buddies!
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<br />The last couple of years I've purchased candy and waited by the door, ready to hand out all sorts of delicious, sugary, chocolately candy to anyone dressed in costume. No one EVER shows, and I'm always stuck eating all of what I've bought. So this year we decided to stay out, and to deter any kids from stopping we turned off the motion light on the porch. At about 7 o' clock we're driving down our street when we see an entire group of kids and parents (I'm talking at least ten people in total, more than we saw the last two years combined) banging on our front door. The porch light is on, and they're just waiting and waiting. Now we have a dilemma. Do we pull into our drive and make up and excuse like "we were out of candy so we had to run out for more"? Pretty unbelievable. Do we pull in to the driveway and ignore them as we make our way up to the front door? Pretty rude. What, pray tell did we do? We opted for scenario C where we drive by the house and slowly make our way around the block until we know it's clear, run inside, turn the motion light off, and for the rest of the evening pretend not to be home. Yes, we are C-L-A-S-S-Y.
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<br />Trick or treating on the square, before the evening's mini drama unfolded. Lucy in butterfly costume was pretty unsure what to think about Minnie Mouse.
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<br />Counting her loot...
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<br />Zoe was a Monkey. The cutest part of the costume was the tail on her tooshie. Unfortunately, she sat on it the majority of the night.
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<br />It is impossible to get everyone to look at the camera at the same time. One out of three ain't bad.
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<br />We ran into the Suttons on our way home and they were kind enough to take a family picture for us. Tah Da! And that was our Halloween night.
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<br />the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-15464931685034445972008-10-14T11:48:00.005-04:002008-10-14T13:07:37.554-04:00A Day at the ParkFall is here! And because this is our favorite time of year we spent the weekend outdoors. Saturday afternoon we putzed around The Legends (as well as taking in the great sale at Banana!), enjoyed two walks around the neighborhood; one in the morning and one after the sun set, and played "Chase Lucy" in the front yard (sidenote: This was the most exciting event of the day for Lucy. NOT the most exciting event of the day for me, as it mimics exercise.). <br /><br />Sunday we were outdoors again, this time at the park; the weather was GORGEOUS. A day at the park is good, but a day at the park with your sister and best friend is better, and a day at the park with your best buddy followed by a puppy cone (and a large concrete for me) from Sheridan's is the BEST!<br /><br />Lucy loves to kiss her sister. Aged two to eighty those cheeks begged to be kissed by everyone.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUbnR7nHk4LJyU69L3tISAQJlO_TUwFgttgFz6-OEslYH8QCGd8C_wshDnNh_u9qherUifUShTwDZ6ix4F0ufroyR5Se3Zy1UIv9KtuLUlToJGDP9qhBHQHCpbjUZX8k-0PNCF/s1600-h/IMG_2176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUbnR7nHk4LJyU69L3tISAQJlO_TUwFgttgFz6-OEslYH8QCGd8C_wshDnNh_u9qherUifUShTwDZ6ix4F0ufroyR5Se3Zy1UIv9KtuLUlToJGDP9qhBHQHCpbjUZX8k-0PNCF/s400/IMG_2176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040234923721058" /></a><br /><br />We praise Lucy for being a good big sister, and especially for being a "nice" big sister. Hugging, kissing, sharing, those are all "nice" things. She is so proud of herself and loves the attention she gets. Her new thing is the stroke her sister's head when Zoe is upset. The problem now is she CANNOT keep her hands to herself. She constantly has to be touching or kissing or stroking, and just like anyone else, Zoe enjoys her personal space.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1hfW2Jcjem6b6FrvkIvwf4f3F4OmBS4H9q62OaQOGEebCWZcTHA3uFpHHvDeU3jdL4_yEL0QAlKoC3Fz9tiCEh2UBULBCadNzqES61fRaenz5Gh6V7nY74-TYxF-rk_4X0v98/s1600-h/IMG_2178.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1hfW2Jcjem6b6FrvkIvwf4f3F4OmBS4H9q62OaQOGEebCWZcTHA3uFpHHvDeU3jdL4_yEL0QAlKoC3Fz9tiCEh2UBULBCadNzqES61fRaenz5Gh6V7nY74-TYxF-rk_4X0v98/s400/IMG_2178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040235675608930" /></a><br /><br />Just like her big sister, Miss Zozo loves the swing. She squeals in delight and kicks those little feet of hers. Her giggle is almost too much for me; it is so sweet.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLuSfK2z9y2q1xkjVus4FjQaLqlxwuHU2ArAnp6cR-Fqr6UnokbYET_a0AzT2cJEFzplHegp2tx6IwrJfsqhZeMcL4Cspzi3y-5fFzfiSRhR34Iw8-ykSN8VsJOL5zlKmUdxk/s1600-h/IMG_2142.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLuSfK2z9y2q1xkjVus4FjQaLqlxwuHU2ArAnp6cR-Fqr6UnokbYET_a0AzT2cJEFzplHegp2tx6IwrJfsqhZeMcL4Cspzi3y-5fFzfiSRhR34Iw8-ykSN8VsJOL5zlKmUdxk/s400/IMG_2142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040052396276098" /></a><br /><br />One of the many things Lucy did not inherit from either Charles or myself is the fact that she LOVES to run (and by run, I mean walk really fast swishing her hips and swinging her arms similar to that of a speed walker). I don't understand how she has the energy for it, considering she still doesn't eat. She must have super glucose reserves.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3j_Zccexpg25cH2CUxe2nJkbaxrgbuvn6TQVIcbs1YYSXifsUNqv3dn8eaS8CRlLwIHGndY48wbC2Ei-fYL9PE6WwmM3WtibJ0lKuY-VLv98M2c-gHRrRTMAqavjH2Tf0Fdip/s1600-h/IMG_2172.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3j_Zccexpg25cH2CUxe2nJkbaxrgbuvn6TQVIcbs1YYSXifsUNqv3dn8eaS8CRlLwIHGndY48wbC2Ei-fYL9PE6WwmM3WtibJ0lKuY-VLv98M2c-gHRrRTMAqavjH2Tf0Fdip/s400/IMG_2172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040055727120658" /></a><br /><br />The slides at this park were a bit on the small side...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmYdgBRBZNjWeFxfrfVbTEcbsitwLACQXlm4FTzyOpRlbZ-0XhlST9ggx90ap6YSd7dlH9-HNNcXmhzO46BvVK24kmnaNtG0yKV4RVMA4m-KSkxckZjqQHon8nvBMeoKq2KDKE/s1600-h/IMG_2156.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmYdgBRBZNjWeFxfrfVbTEcbsitwLACQXlm4FTzyOpRlbZ-0XhlST9ggx90ap6YSd7dlH9-HNNcXmhzO46BvVK24kmnaNtG0yKV4RVMA4m-KSkxckZjqQHon8nvBMeoKq2KDKE/s400/IMG_2156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040051980310002" /></a><br /><br />Oh, my little girl and her Daddy. For any mother or parent, this is one of the sweetest things to witness. Zoe is growing so fast. I cannot wrap my mind around how quickly these last six and a half months have passed. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGfy55SI8qi7TWvHvduLVopBejibiydOGc2hatzJkkabl8Mm-iEiGnq8pLm0et7Q2rlbN10Wi0DtD-1cnxhbHKaafjuchq92IMP38cPTep0zTq5cwAIBpinxMt4GvH24w4vYVH/s1600-h/IMG_2174_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGfy55SI8qi7TWvHvduLVopBejibiydOGc2hatzJkkabl8Mm-iEiGnq8pLm0et7Q2rlbN10Wi0DtD-1cnxhbHKaafjuchq92IMP38cPTep0zTq5cwAIBpinxMt4GvH24w4vYVH/s400/IMG_2174_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040057315283314" /></a><br /><br />Sometimes being home with my two rug rats can be a little stressful, but as fast as time passes I'm realizing that it won't always be like this. My girls and their sweet little faces and tiny voices. Right now I'm just trying to be present in the all of the little moments; simple things like taking the extra time to really savor the smell of the back of my their heads as they sit in my lap and lean against me, or close my eyes, relishing the full weight of their embrace in one of their selfless hugs, trying so hard to burn their images into my brain of how absolutely perfect they are and how they've profoundly shaped who I am and what I believe in. I know that it will come all too soon, them longing for more independence and wanting to grow up. But before that time comes I'll just enjoy them as they are.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadc0Bnzl_0DsJ3wo5u6Hr5vdz7FQZCOOvotiITa_pqnxyy3d5nS87zxlNl1h3pFDJFD7QBcXFkp845IYkDi8Jx8Ylg-4_Nh70pAFCF8tmSiPc6FF0wNaSWC4ub-qA4lLvJeLC/s1600-h/IMG_2159.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadc0Bnzl_0DsJ3wo5u6Hr5vdz7FQZCOOvotiITa_pqnxyy3d5nS87zxlNl1h3pFDJFD7QBcXFkp845IYkDi8Jx8Ylg-4_Nh70pAFCF8tmSiPc6FF0wNaSWC4ub-qA4lLvJeLC/s400/IMG_2159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040059597623906" /></a>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-24469693367729224332008-10-01T18:02:00.013-04:002008-10-02T23:48:59.126-04:00A Respite from Blogging...We had an incredibly full September. Funny enough I can't really think of too many specifics, but I do remember we all caught the dreaded summer cold. We also started the basement remodel, as well as putting in new (and safe!) stairs. We've been living in utter chaos the last four weeks and it doesn't look like there is an end in sight, but I am grateful for the slow home improvements and look forward to all the the newly acquired living space. <br /><br />I lost my camera for most of the month, only to find it a week ago, so there aren't too many pictures. The first few posted are the older set and the last few the newer set. I couldn't tell you the exact dates, but they were taken sometime last month. I only mention this because it seems overnight Lucy has grown into such a big girl. She looks so much more mature in the last half of the pictures. It's probably just a mom-thing. Who knows?<br /><br />My little ladies after our afternoon walk. At least one of them napped that day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkgeIvr97us-zam_JwZP37p5zuyTI76hotKjH_boGzhAs-U0YSJCiOfSTJLj7il2fpejrRVL_sOAzSBu4hT8rBLWAVUM8JDIXopFmeEDzzYW0vIsIoOpWCyWDF_GtHDUOvdW1/s1600-h/IMG_2005_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkgeIvr97us-zam_JwZP37p5zuyTI76hotKjH_boGzhAs-U0YSJCiOfSTJLj7il2fpejrRVL_sOAzSBu4hT8rBLWAVUM8JDIXopFmeEDzzYW0vIsIoOpWCyWDF_GtHDUOvdW1/s400/IMG_2005_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252310523538720466" /></a><br /><br />Lucy, my girly-girl, got into my makeup drawer. I laughed so hard when I saw her. I couldn't believe she knew how to correctly apply mascara, for the most part anyway....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV3VqOLmvdmpni47BC1_Jd9rG0u4FzlyLVMYsktNTnVBMCLAqiBp-NklIufBMJ0LyT80TJiqaVqCXUtG4CslqTiEIF6wH1hpjiP0u1w4Ad6ei5ZyCyDjEb32y0Oy6ij5PBgPXo/s1600-h/IMG_2009_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV3VqOLmvdmpni47BC1_Jd9rG0u4FzlyLVMYsktNTnVBMCLAqiBp-NklIufBMJ0LyT80TJiqaVqCXUtG4CslqTiEIF6wH1hpjiP0u1w4Ad6ei5ZyCyDjEb32y0Oy6ij5PBgPXo/s400/IMG_2009_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252310520857093954" /></a><br /><br />Daddy and his girls.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3WmH6IEkvcpIwtbHfERbsouP_b7y7BO5rdPaS9eDFHpYsNpqrWRmarpvKyYKmLCkdHQ6sK3RUpFCv2pRuP_dD4zQp2ZSNT_9XE1-PI45E9_yWJ3_eaPdiz_1Bj9MAIYh_i7p/s1600-h/IMG_2012_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3WmH6IEkvcpIwtbHfERbsouP_b7y7BO5rdPaS9eDFHpYsNpqrWRmarpvKyYKmLCkdHQ6sK3RUpFCv2pRuP_dD4zQp2ZSNT_9XE1-PI45E9_yWJ3_eaPdiz_1Bj9MAIYh_i7p/s400/IMG_2012_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252310524678872770" /></a><br /><br />Zoe is still a very happy girl. My only complaint is that she, like her sister has decided that naps aren't necessary. I am lucky if she naps for at least an hour a day. Seriously, based solely on the fact that neither of my children seem to need or even enjoy sleep, I believe they must have been switched at birth. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5tLbcVYB2kn3NJdsYaowNNM_nqCUBtpniQua2QFDp9hihmHCvB6F3SxZnE5OgdJ9J_WgV5r2olVmrbxJKxS03rVixprSXWr-6l0SIT2bAVuEmqPrH0KtBNhpW9bWg0HO2uYMq/s1600-h/IMG_2014_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5tLbcVYB2kn3NJdsYaowNNM_nqCUBtpniQua2QFDp9hihmHCvB6F3SxZnE5OgdJ9J_WgV5r2olVmrbxJKxS03rVixprSXWr-6l0SIT2bAVuEmqPrH0KtBNhpW9bWg0HO2uYMq/s400/IMG_2014_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252310148590031874" /></a><br /><br />Baby girl turned six months old last month. Her last well baby visit went fine, but I am disappointed to announce that she is no longer in the 99% for height and weight. She is now in the 98%, weighing in at 20 # and length-wise is twenty-something inches (I can't remember off the top of my head). Poor baby is just wasting away.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx18_qDsNKX3mcw578QjGNiG8M9lIamK4hLKFawT6RG1e28qujxFgN-pWWk2d2wLrVk5-iPcpv9O6TOTWfS66vEsEMZ-Pm7S0J6AgeJTKx6dGAkVKz3LgvMEw1ZBb78veeMUeS/s1600-h/IMG_2023_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx18_qDsNKX3mcw578QjGNiG8M9lIamK4hLKFawT6RG1e28qujxFgN-pWWk2d2wLrVk5-iPcpv9O6TOTWfS66vEsEMZ-Pm7S0J6AgeJTKx6dGAkVKz3LgvMEw1ZBb78veeMUeS/s400/IMG_2023_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252310147459432466" /></a><br /><br />Lucy loves her Daddy. Lucy loves rough-housing. She especially loves rough-housing with her Daddy. With me, not so much. There's a bit of tomboy in her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgImYrtTZQS5p8ega1xILuLukjHI0MSyDVXm8EB4cCrjJSkhsY_ZSHn3N4zzJqkpXxHeKxX-Nz71Z68NLJaOIcbH3OQNXAifZoCRecLXoZbWug6-o9IIXcmo45DdzWk_StkO1/s1600-h/IMG_2031_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgImYrtTZQS5p8ega1xILuLukjHI0MSyDVXm8EB4cCrjJSkhsY_ZSHn3N4zzJqkpXxHeKxX-Nz71Z68NLJaOIcbH3OQNXAifZoCRecLXoZbWug6-o9IIXcmo45DdzWk_StkO1/s400/IMG_2031_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252310156125019794" /></a><br /><br />Zoe recently moved into her big girl seat. As much as I missed the convenience of having the infant carrier, I don't miss the backache lugging that thing around. Those are heavy enough. Add a little beefcake like Zoe, and you spell trouble for the lower back. She made the transition beautifully, without complaint. It must be the extra padding (on the car seat, not her).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVe-nPmLiGL3or1-IPqQiTbwJ2UEE-8Icb_gnuUEPrSJwGTzWlg7MUHxnZXRe_NLD3EvBbcLizwO3pmU16Yxguji08Ekkiy7025a1upr3rtDIVMFidJLRvteJPSoM6e_dL7wur/s1600-h/IMG_2042_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVe-nPmLiGL3or1-IPqQiTbwJ2UEE-8Icb_gnuUEPrSJwGTzWlg7MUHxnZXRe_NLD3EvBbcLizwO3pmU16Yxguji08Ekkiy7025a1upr3rtDIVMFidJLRvteJPSoM6e_dL7wur/s400/IMG_2042_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252310161570446882" /></a><br /><br />April and Alisha came to visit. We've seen them more than this once, but this is the only time we've had it photographically documented. We've been loving their work and school schedules because we get to see them more often.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfU-HPDOcwGwwPh_PJFSlv0SkklnnUUZhxCt-lch9EbZ6ZhDvXCX_OtqlhNCvfZ-coFWzuW3f_MeJPkvZYSDJ8lzqnII6Y0JNRA3hse9pdElXPnhl4ywvnXhBHmLi-nc63JbdG/s1600-h/IMG_2087_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfU-HPDOcwGwwPh_PJFSlv0SkklnnUUZhxCt-lch9EbZ6ZhDvXCX_OtqlhNCvfZ-coFWzuW3f_MeJPkvZYSDJ8lzqnII6Y0JNRA3hse9pdElXPnhl4ywvnXhBHmLi-nc63JbdG/s400/IMG_2087_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252751611348811490" /></a><br /><br />Lucy and her BFFs. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimPu2_so2F4N57pcWZGIjbvLj4HrXYl6xvaqmRQ-TeJ0t69YJyHLYJHmwUaOtxQnrEeTnJoRz9VjNe4mCNPL0qVOFI-cZgADdSSWFB6pmYPH8v4-51ObiGGu4FbdgQ0o-mbmc1/s1600-h/IMG_2091.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimPu2_so2F4N57pcWZGIjbvLj4HrXYl6xvaqmRQ-TeJ0t69YJyHLYJHmwUaOtxQnrEeTnJoRz9VjNe4mCNPL0qVOFI-cZgADdSSWFB6pmYPH8v4-51ObiGGu4FbdgQ0o-mbmc1/s400/IMG_2091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252751613772407922" /></a><br /><br />Who is this grown up little girl? Her two year stats put her in the 95% for height and 30% for weight. She definitely does not get that from my side of the family. She is so tall, well for now anyway. As I recall Auntie Vadsana was always the tallest girl in her class until the fifth grade when she stopped growing and everyone else started... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg380hlfYxl6cNfEbRRAsHViNENiqSjlG4UxrvzNiQ9Zeo0jQU-RqsA_mSUzOXvB1d1dgXISofi6-t1hcPS6pqo2sSRFLN5-yubbNDOKF4UIFPe2VNmapUwQRoJ1zVyCAUBu7sH/s1600-h/IMG_2094_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg380hlfYxl6cNfEbRRAsHViNENiqSjlG4UxrvzNiQ9Zeo0jQU-RqsA_mSUzOXvB1d1dgXISofi6-t1hcPS6pqo2sSRFLN5-yubbNDOKF4UIFPe2VNmapUwQRoJ1zVyCAUBu7sH/s400/IMG_2094_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252751617045839026" /></a><br /><br />Lucy was very impressed with Alisha's athletic prowess. She even gave her the "WOW!" and "WHOA!" every time she tossed or kicked the ball. Lucy is the kind of friend you want to have when you're having a bad day. There are always lots of hugs, clapping, back-patting, and words of encouragement. She says and does these thing without a stitch of reservation or censorship. If anything two-year olds are sincere.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo4mH8o40eno2EZipIwmmbX6C0d52B4ZBHVQU0uG8T_sD250O_vqAEd2RqGsvWrdFk8eDC72r2292X8jSaeUnC1-oejzV1n2d-fhEIYNb_BTPqmItG0Hl3zHav5I7hBoekplbq/s1600-h/IMG_2097_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo4mH8o40eno2EZipIwmmbX6C0d52B4ZBHVQU0uG8T_sD250O_vqAEd2RqGsvWrdFk8eDC72r2292X8jSaeUnC1-oejzV1n2d-fhEIYNb_BTPqmItG0Hl3zHav5I7hBoekplbq/s400/IMG_2097_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252751616449836018" /></a><br /><br />I'm sure others might think (or know for that matter) that I'm quite the dork. I love, when I can, to dress the girls in anything matching. I saw these adorable matching house slipper and couldn't resist. It's silly, but it's worth it. Also, Lucy is demonstrating one of the new things she does. She loves to tickle, and comes at you with both hands in a door knob-opening, twisting motion, all the while laughing and saying, "tiko-tiko-tiko". It doesn't ever tickle, but it is pretty funny. So, we laugh anyway. Notice she's tickling Zoe's skull. She doesn't have it down to a science yet...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfnbQ8jJ83YE1-ayC8HptWQKNySH4BEGUs_YMizaFLxdjdbelFvgbg8Nzqf30UTBPNXVwDOsGeTHXToXfURM5PjdwLpvsC-bvTt4W50JHjd-ZN_x-wBHHDaKzQuoqCT5SvTcl/s1600-h/IMG_2103_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfnbQ8jJ83YE1-ayC8HptWQKNySH4BEGUs_YMizaFLxdjdbelFvgbg8Nzqf30UTBPNXVwDOsGeTHXToXfURM5PjdwLpvsC-bvTt4W50JHjd-ZN_x-wBHHDaKzQuoqCT5SvTcl/s400/IMG_2103_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252751617017549954" /></a><br /><br />This is her other new thing. Dora the Explorer. She has only been newly exposed because her Grandma J got her the Big Sister DVD for her birthday. I cannot put into words how much this girl loves Dora. I love Dora. Yeah she's kind of annoying and she's got a football-shaped noggin, but those Nickolodean people are onto something. Lucy's vocabulary exploded after watching the show a couple times. And is demonstrated below, her dancing skills are quite something else too. This is Lucy at the end of the show when Dora and Boots sing the "We Did It" song. If In Living Color were still on, this would be the next Fly Girl. She's got some pretty sweet moves.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2OIl3S4GTm8Tlw8RQ08vEFWFqdz7iu9CHhvs0WJjLkgGs9YXpR6leYj7b8YQpZ_6OMKDziPNfCiZ6v-nOk-P2K0piFlxrHMyXf3GveaxKHF7dMFSREy7dpI-bZwV0nYYLvcf/s1600-h/IMG_2106_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2OIl3S4GTm8Tlw8RQ08vEFWFqdz7iu9CHhvs0WJjLkgGs9YXpR6leYj7b8YQpZ_6OMKDziPNfCiZ6v-nOk-P2K0piFlxrHMyXf3GveaxKHF7dMFSREy7dpI-bZwV0nYYLvcf/s400/IMG_2106_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252751165536505010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuab0tbYeLawvhnUsy-Uz8U7si5PWuOy6vK-zdjUWv-4gkqtnxDwWtZVsMPIDaca1uW9IsTUaWCThlcEKeSK21Agy_Kp40BJbj5MpRasWT4B1AynWexmff8SLtXhtZ_Ym6c-q/s1600-h/IMG_2107_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuab0tbYeLawvhnUsy-Uz8U7si5PWuOy6vK-zdjUWv-4gkqtnxDwWtZVsMPIDaca1uW9IsTUaWCThlcEKeSK21Agy_Kp40BJbj5MpRasWT4B1AynWexmff8SLtXhtZ_Ym6c-q/s400/IMG_2107_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252751168447303762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zXwVX6xpVueOD5AQKrejoTBSkCj6yYmOArqqsVAFvjEiXuZYIekGhvJuHbHcbNNqgKsVkkSnOk-zjKYSuALlkUP147hbZ3I07cTOa_FIu5V_FeKR1AiFAe7oZav9-Ls8bWzp/s1600-h/IMG_2108_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zXwVX6xpVueOD5AQKrejoTBSkCj6yYmOArqqsVAFvjEiXuZYIekGhvJuHbHcbNNqgKsVkkSnOk-zjKYSuALlkUP147hbZ3I07cTOa_FIu5V_FeKR1AiFAe7oZav9-Ls8bWzp/s400/IMG_2108_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252751170110726306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSSJ3vsJbmQO4izY3oO1BOksLRYwPvUb-Y9o0f6tF-xmkHH5NYKd5tjdYdH78uLurNrocAd_Gegj3g3lRt9aQanyEINoG3oh47WZGjPbDRC0Oox-CNHkbvj8jwxjnqrU-0Fh5/s1600-h/IMG_2109_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSSJ3vsJbmQO4izY3oO1BOksLRYwPvUb-Y9o0f6tF-xmkHH5NYKd5tjdYdH78uLurNrocAd_Gegj3g3lRt9aQanyEINoG3oh47WZGjPbDRC0Oox-CNHkbvj8jwxjnqrU-0Fh5/s400/IMG_2109_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252751167976904706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pJNi7S9Lz-UHsLBB5vjW2ERiIX4Eo6EzMS3l61Go7AK1GcOKqFx_pTedANU2P1uYryYowkLnOWq5F8f8ygg_mzc38Eu3V0x_HTVUQYGTxUKWzj7fVPUa8i9slquZbk8YHUTF/s1600-h/IMG_2110_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pJNi7S9Lz-UHsLBB5vjW2ERiIX4Eo6EzMS3l61Go7AK1GcOKqFx_pTedANU2P1uYryYowkLnOWq5F8f8ygg_mzc38Eu3V0x_HTVUQYGTxUKWzj7fVPUa8i9slquZbk8YHUTF/s400/IMG_2110_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252751174369854674" /></a>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-22265053868521636602008-08-28T18:28:00.003-04:002008-08-28T19:32:59.893-04:00Happy Birthday Lucy!My big girl turned two yesterday. We celebrated with Domino's deep dish (Lucy's favorite) and finished it off with a double decker chocolate fudge cake! <br />Counting the candles. Yep, there are two!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRY8lawm2e1iuJ9hsxA99gpC0o_U3RR7wZ7vvJtGQkMB_To86jL8KrrzUWWdZ7qGBmpUU7VYcqdRNcGoDynC77IFXF_-PMHRPQg8XuWKYXXuoPnjIawbQMI6bjgxA76iPqGjm/s1600-h/IMG_1980_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRY8lawm2e1iuJ9hsxA99gpC0o_U3RR7wZ7vvJtGQkMB_To86jL8KrrzUWWdZ7qGBmpUU7VYcqdRNcGoDynC77IFXF_-PMHRPQg8XuWKYXXuoPnjIawbQMI6bjgxA76iPqGjm/s400/IMG_1980_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239699046289963218" /></a><br />What I assumed was she was getting ready to lick the icing off the candle. Boy, was I wrong. In a nanosecond, Lucy managed to eat half of it before I could take it out of her hand. Lesson for the day: If it's inedible, but covered in chocolate, a child will still eat it. So, take it away before they get the chance.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-PKXwbzqwHTaCNAYWDyMaruDby9nTPY2_y6SgakR7HAUp-FxJHo1d3bMJV5CGrK0D5Qmt75KSB3EEOKCNqK2DH6JTDAtdabqxKrZd8ZeRp6uP0nVMWt93DKbkjq99IFhdzWA/s1600-h/IMG_1983_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-PKXwbzqwHTaCNAYWDyMaruDby9nTPY2_y6SgakR7HAUp-FxJHo1d3bMJV5CGrK0D5Qmt75KSB3EEOKCNqK2DH6JTDAtdabqxKrZd8ZeRp6uP0nVMWt93DKbkjq99IFhdzWA/s400/IMG_1983_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239699054148775570" /></a><br />We love you Lucy, and we have loved every moment we've gotten to spend being your parents. Thank you for blessing us and enriching our lives.the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-77838166627484653502008-08-28T18:25:00.004-04:002008-08-28T19:32:27.056-04:00The FortWe finally got to see Amy, Adam, and the babies. They were so sweet and cute and cuddly! They spent the first half of our visit like this, just sleeping. Don't you love the newborn stage?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2NwgqTo5EtHpvGZso50zwXA0oaoMaYE1kkI7JXAUWYlKCLRpi7QfcqQtS_gI1GRxldMvmS3SwP8rJ9L3XUETe0OyMMswLIkGQt0SOpMHiUpkVmLdOsOoXDqpslsB-zeYujca/s1600-h/IMG_1961_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2NwgqTo5EtHpvGZso50zwXA0oaoMaYE1kkI7JXAUWYlKCLRpi7QfcqQtS_gI1GRxldMvmS3SwP8rJ9L3XUETe0OyMMswLIkGQt0SOpMHiUpkVmLdOsOoXDqpslsB-zeYujca/s400/IMG_1961_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239698643400826322" /></a><br />I know Amy posted this already, but it is too funny to not mention again. After lunch down at the Fort, the boys headed over the Rusty's (I think), to have a drink and shoot some pool. Amy, the kids (all four), and I explored downtown the best we could with two double strollers and many closed walkways due to construction. At one point we headed over the Rusty's to hang out. The first thing the flash through my mind was the line from Sweet Home Alabama, "You have a baby... in a bar?" Actually, we had four babies in that bar, but in our defense, it is a restaurant as well, and as we walked in the back entrance (the stroller wouldn't fit through the front) a child Lucy's age greeted us. And upon further inspection, there were other children seated up front eating with their families. See, we aren't the only crazy ones. So, in order to commemorate the girls' first bar experience (with their father, no less), I thought a photo op beneath the Coors Light sign would do the trick! Perfection!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgUpWj6I9RuY9XYuBOVPJXR4prsKbtH5LjdvUnyS-cuAJjalun3HEOPYulIZYPGW7L-bSRsnPczGrsOSoIhbKZNVITKUIOM1-orGCKvV6W0H-kNrx9RCeCUZLU9eCVobW6RSL/s1600-h/IMG_1964_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgUpWj6I9RuY9XYuBOVPJXR4prsKbtH5LjdvUnyS-cuAJjalun3HEOPYulIZYPGW7L-bSRsnPczGrsOSoIhbKZNVITKUIOM1-orGCKvV6W0H-kNrx9RCeCUZLU9eCVobW6RSL/s400/IMG_1964_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239698644946624274" /></a><br />Me and my bestest buddy. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-V5OBSf4FFRGpk5JPeEQYERRohuTdWgJ3oA7m8CIwTCTnvmPML3yC5IuRHw5M5HjUyeBA2qbf2FODvL8h_NnCbrjb0Ex18u979-cVJdasdyXZyO_ydgQcyJtcIQ1S1wU4IRcz/s1600-h/IMG_1965_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-V5OBSf4FFRGpk5JPeEQYERRohuTdWgJ3oA7m8CIwTCTnvmPML3yC5IuRHw5M5HjUyeBA2qbf2FODvL8h_NnCbrjb0Ex18u979-cVJdasdyXZyO_ydgQcyJtcIQ1S1wU4IRcz/s400/IMG_1965_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239698653914220018" /></a><br />Zoe LOVED hanging with her new bestest buddies. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGyTAXBt3B5wcLWwErxdTEiUVgafJ1u15TATEfUwSnIuJzwoyNLLXitN_zjXxFSfV4x1utB5qr5CMkE4NtlOjddFxAUIynLSl2IpleUe6PE0Rw6fzs8U6sDKRfODJeovkfFGNY/s1600-h/IMG_1968_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGyTAXBt3B5wcLWwErxdTEiUVgafJ1u15TATEfUwSnIuJzwoyNLLXitN_zjXxFSfV4x1utB5qr5CMkE4NtlOjddFxAUIynLSl2IpleUe6PE0Rw6fzs8U6sDKRfODJeovkfFGNY/s400/IMG_1968_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239698659159848274" /></a><br />Lucy, not so much.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YKA0px3cyUfQlw8a0WRQ9PrFDVJBF-a4J2e0LtGSGK0cT0QxmEc77mJEQzZoZ4QTKVewch4TNPlqHd_36vUSR-kKCZBSYhDr7YHu7WjEBNy2Se-i7_PBV2WTQVw_66JghhdR/s1600-h/IMG_1970_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YKA0px3cyUfQlw8a0WRQ9PrFDVJBF-a4J2e0LtGSGK0cT0QxmEc77mJEQzZoZ4QTKVewch4TNPlqHd_36vUSR-kKCZBSYhDr7YHu7WjEBNy2Se-i7_PBV2WTQVw_66JghhdR/s400/IMG_1970_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239698665822048994" /></a><br />Thanks for the hospitality you two, err four. We had such a great time and can't wait to do it again. Love you all!the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-47827683632536072962008-08-28T18:19:00.002-04:002008-08-28T19:32:17.965-04:00DowntownThe girls and I celebrated Emily's birthday downtown on the square. After lunch we went and played by the fountains.<br /><br />Lucy is getting so big.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXhUTFcEHguzZ70SX66d0oeUeOU__DXvJpbtQ3qpwr76dzbmf2HbpKycpZo0jbGaBt3JBx0_C2EHPl96XL4AbX14LWXDa_SQhCisbQ7Vgou4470I1BEp58quhpnABkyGJkq4pU/s1600-h/IMG_1943_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXhUTFcEHguzZ70SX66d0oeUeOU__DXvJpbtQ3qpwr76dzbmf2HbpKycpZo0jbGaBt3JBx0_C2EHPl96XL4AbX14LWXDa_SQhCisbQ7Vgou4470I1BEp58quhpnABkyGJkq4pU/s400/IMG_1943_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239698278779282322" /></a><br />Uh, girls, what are you looking at?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTONtKI8SgZNDZQVkzyAOuacrp0w_bnSMnyZ31mbJTWbRa4a-em3mzPUtWOJan69osvfd1UqpU9rrd3UE702eKQLmweQ2uwPcSmxfxtVDka-XKNBX6h2e9rkRaERpgmJwEjf0o/s1600-h/IMG_1947_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTONtKI8SgZNDZQVkzyAOuacrp0w_bnSMnyZ31mbJTWbRa4a-em3mzPUtWOJan69osvfd1UqpU9rrd3UE702eKQLmweQ2uwPcSmxfxtVDka-XKNBX6h2e9rkRaERpgmJwEjf0o/s400/IMG_1947_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239698283008382466" /></a>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-31643920939084825782008-08-28T18:16:00.007-04:002008-08-28T19:29:57.754-04:00BirthdayPapa's birthday was earlier this month. He turned 21... again. Although it appears the cake says he's five. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCG3kGYrIUEIjSbYfAoU_qwOHS7VjBiUcUzdm2WTBcthkK5fhmT2KB17jtHVYeRfoMfnSlV4_C7NBLGg5Fl_aJ2dHkp6fCzGoMMV2WFuu4VBXS31mHkRIu6hc8WixfLU_Oot2qZg/s1600-h/IMG_1874_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCG3kGYrIUEIjSbYfAoU_qwOHS7VjBiUcUzdm2WTBcthkK5fhmT2KB17jtHVYeRfoMfnSlV4_C7NBLGg5Fl_aJ2dHkp6fCzGoMMV2WFuu4VBXS31mHkRIu6hc8WixfLU_Oot2qZg/s400/IMG_1874_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239696318528016546" /></a><br />The cousins eating cake and ice cream. Notice that my child is the only one who didn't take the time to smile for the camera. She's really into her dessert. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOZ74ah6FxeY3RckemHpVFpQVeT5Ikzbein6r_10ytG005CCKRjU0fZYp3y55bfrDB3gmEEbBLylEOBT63TlIxUkF3-Q9eyGGrHoP2wjsbjnxGyARjoACbRfSpYbTGazRes7sdw/s1600-h/IMG_1878_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOZ74ah6FxeY3RckemHpVFpQVeT5Ikzbein6r_10ytG005CCKRjU0fZYp3y55bfrDB3gmEEbBLylEOBT63TlIxUkF3-Q9eyGGrHoP2wjsbjnxGyARjoACbRfSpYbTGazRes7sdw/s400/IMG_1878_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239696322436155442" /></a><br />Airplane! Weeeeeee!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RjOjrrUDCJeG7VKawXAMH2_BlhQ3OnF_gOYcuzvVccYQVEvXT__2dOvlQO9vfHQyaYq_zgFe7loF7ju-31ZeCeCVm3LxJtx1rD2RRyDotIn35CDe8bw80fEbmcH1SXvm5CZOeg/s1600-h/IMG_1873_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RjOjrrUDCJeG7VKawXAMH2_BlhQ3OnF_gOYcuzvVccYQVEvXT__2dOvlQO9vfHQyaYq_zgFe7loF7ju-31ZeCeCVm3LxJtx1rD2RRyDotIn35CDe8bw80fEbmcH1SXvm5CZOeg/s400/IMG_1873_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239696326952996898" /></a><br />Only 11 1/2 months, 3 inches, and a 1/2 pound separate these two.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTqRtzKyYa1gl9555m8rxNe36fSZW223AxZwqj1OBNmre4AZAAJ0tVnSE5nx8DhOOSlQ4Ra0QQLXjBt5fDwmoaeVbK5u0mST-Ory_Xosejl3PqWQ_H6iw45nOKLY1hL-johaaOw/s1600-h/IMG_1880_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTqRtzKyYa1gl9555m8rxNe36fSZW223AxZwqj1OBNmre4AZAAJ0tVnSE5nx8DhOOSlQ4Ra0QQLXjBt5fDwmoaeVbK5u0mST-Ory_Xosejl3PqWQ_H6iw45nOKLY1hL-johaaOw/s400/IMG_1880_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239696337807748226" /></a><br />Papa and Kalani S. Dad and Zoe. Zoe looks like she could snack on her much smaller cousin. He is catching up on her though. Zoe's growth is really slowing down and Kalani is getting so big. They'll be the same size before too long.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJXB940MGgLtpA4E52nouJMAgDxGsOw0td2H1YQJRl_t_zBVp6fYNTMqKxauGosyUe7Qx9B_AmEel7xvLcBkjalc-q5cpVokCh6gK7NStngWStU-VriH4-QKtQdTamrtNEFVrESg/s1600-h/IMG_1888_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJXB940MGgLtpA4E52nouJMAgDxGsOw0td2H1YQJRl_t_zBVp6fYNTMqKxauGosyUe7Qx9B_AmEel7xvLcBkjalc-q5cpVokCh6gK7NStngWStU-VriH4-QKtQdTamrtNEFVrESg/s400/IMG_1888_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239696339600510178" /></a><br />Side story: My two sisters and I were goofing off, taking silly self portraits. The pictures were not the best (which is why they aren't here), so we kept taking more and more. We were laughing, having a grand old time, and our husbands were not amused (because they were trying to watch ESPN). At one point during the "photo shoot", Charles said, "Hey, Lucy wrote you guys a note." Ha Ha, very funny.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2g3gjMe6df6cZKEL4M_VMf2NoGhjWNLXZuFNaa-pLeyGlpGfODgQ2uPcozP2oW7UJ8klfUxf-dpkXEcpnMVO_AdofTZwCSoKPGvjOP94fkXq05hUQEge2ax7mpPjO7uy0Qcg5/s1600-h/IMG_1917_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2g3gjMe6df6cZKEL4M_VMf2NoGhjWNLXZuFNaa-pLeyGlpGfODgQ2uPcozP2oW7UJ8klfUxf-dpkXEcpnMVO_AdofTZwCSoKPGvjOP94fkXq05hUQEge2ax7mpPjO7uy0Qcg5/s400/IMG_1917_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239696495062497922" /></a>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-33057543915784774072008-08-28T18:09:00.009-04:002008-08-28T19:29:26.281-04:00Playdate!Many, many weeks ago Beth and Addie hosted a playgroup in their dance club/basement. Zoe had a grand time laying next to Gael on the floor, staring at him. Seriously, who wouldn't love staring at the boy. He's gorgeous!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLcG8WE5BTb2n2wbS9ewIg8SYVu2iwjHPDGAndoajzzNtZ3l_86r5q4jIxTmkhiJ0haNukUGVK-NpyjTj9PGXL8ciYPodqwbJAw_qN7HqsnOq-cuDIyq3v_vOPXNh8FTz67Lhvg/s1600-h/IMG_1826_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLcG8WE5BTb2n2wbS9ewIg8SYVu2iwjHPDGAndoajzzNtZ3l_86r5q4jIxTmkhiJ0haNukUGVK-NpyjTj9PGXL8ciYPodqwbJAw_qN7HqsnOq-cuDIyq3v_vOPXNh8FTz67Lhvg/s400/IMG_1826_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695207755101570" /></a><br />Lucy loved playing dress up and especially loved the dance party that followed the runway fashion show. Those high end fashion models really do live the life, don't they?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRVbh93RTsjkw5GjLTI6ztdqf6K1_D5FBhEbA7FtYVzTIK4TIMcyXOrIbuu3BGB2E46lGwEXVKppU-Kq32xKH3lYV-f_HjRZ_do00xLN-oeJEM8f-cgjFAtfJtrVP2ye3jSCZxQ/s1600-h/IMG_1831_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRVbh93RTsjkw5GjLTI6ztdqf6K1_D5FBhEbA7FtYVzTIK4TIMcyXOrIbuu3BGB2E46lGwEXVKppU-Kq32xKH3lYV-f_HjRZ_do00xLN-oeJEM8f-cgjFAtfJtrVP2ye3jSCZxQ/s400/IMG_1831_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695210972134754" /></a><br />Strike a pose girls!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiix7Th1r8EeXEPG607JnUdRD0lYq24I-U6WAMsKRja1fSzp8qIGWXDL1l9JtmJJnU3IF1OV3bDjfjRTIm8aV0hS5tmST-dKG8xV8rFG6uY5z51Mvt2A9fP9h1oFeG6bdWRMIrCzw/s1600-h/IMG_1840_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiix7Th1r8EeXEPG607JnUdRD0lYq24I-U6WAMsKRja1fSzp8qIGWXDL1l9JtmJJnU3IF1OV3bDjfjRTIm8aV0hS5tmST-dKG8xV8rFG6uY5z51Mvt2A9fP9h1oFeG6bdWRMIrCzw/s400/IMG_1840_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695220247742898" /></a><br />Rowan was my bestest buddy that day. We had a great time taking self-portraits with Beth's camera. I wonder if she found the pictures yet...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIM7IhFREjZl51779y7NoVJsWh-YpxHSBTkVGH6Y9hM7majyhyphenhyphenYqR9gRrsV64c_BzBPxAT06Bs-Vg6Bn78IbhBWS4_RYyCb_2OCLT2N7n9GTDpwVvKAEKiRQqMrDPFzURaCfDEuw/s1600-h/IMG_1841_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIM7IhFREjZl51779y7NoVJsWh-YpxHSBTkVGH6Y9hM7majyhyphenhyphenYqR9gRrsV64c_BzBPxAT06Bs-Vg6Bn78IbhBWS4_RYyCb_2OCLT2N7n9GTDpwVvKAEKiRQqMrDPFzURaCfDEuw/s400/IMG_1841_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695228436883330" /></a><br />Speaking of pictures, Tatum was my photographer that afternoon and took great pictures, hence the lack of Tatum in the pictures. Thanks Tatum!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXO_2al__HjqRCW83fqbZVgna2SF1p8aZKWCHo9AWXp0EOgp1Tsk7JwNaT9mL2QuIfo6qrYDHGZ055ubQyDHIaQsmLQl5BySeQxgQDhQkQmre1p5po4qr9QGmlnNMwQMKRcC3OoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1860_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXO_2al__HjqRCW83fqbZVgna2SF1p8aZKWCHo9AWXp0EOgp1Tsk7JwNaT9mL2QuIfo6qrYDHGZ055ubQyDHIaQsmLQl5BySeQxgQDhQkQmre1p5po4qr9QGmlnNMwQMKRcC3OoQ/s400/IMG_1860_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695232237061794" /></a><br />Disco queen Tessa. I promised her I would post this picture. She is so funny.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg34GoV9N7-Y8OQfWS1iYIxEEqT-jBHLa0shl57pU9PYuZ1-6ESwyr45NZcajaFoI-Y6mznpo4MU1CXG8Ix9R7tSc840B_hQctQ3VzLWC32yD1iw5aO4uSXfD65BTSpvLzDf6suLA/s1600-h/IMG_1872_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg34GoV9N7-Y8OQfWS1iYIxEEqT-jBHLa0shl57pU9PYuZ1-6ESwyr45NZcajaFoI-Y6mznpo4MU1CXG8Ix9R7tSc840B_hQctQ3VzLWC32yD1iw5aO4uSXfD65BTSpvLzDf6suLA/s400/IMG_1872_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695532399274338" /></a>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-43410316003549998312008-08-03T21:52:00.035-04:002008-12-10T01:10:48.950-05:00Hugs All Around!Our little girl is four months old! She laughs all the time, loves her sister, and is still sleeping through the night. She's recently discovered her toes, sucks her thumb, and she can take her binky out and put it back in her mouth all by herself. She hates tummy time and has shown no interest in rolling... until Wednesday evening. She managed to give me a mild heart attack by rolling off the ottoman onto the floor... face first. She's fine now, but she taught me that from here on out, she can't be trusted. And for the sake of my heart and the new white hairs on my head, we're done mastering milestones for a while.<br /><br />Her four month stats put her in the 99% for weight and height at 19 # and 26.5 inches. Even still, I think she's looking quite slim these days.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7dR40QoQUo0GSsddIuod0dLfE09EjYV8LEzY3Tj5IoRrl9BLK6V1Gcl9lckZ3ZrNPywGWOyIIb6h5YVezS50irBg43GVnuI8uCYbsif5ijpq5BxH6sh8NM9hqHW0YRU0Ocfb6g/s1600-h/IMG_1582_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7dR40QoQUo0GSsddIuod0dLfE09EjYV8LEzY3Tj5IoRrl9BLK6V1Gcl9lckZ3ZrNPywGWOyIIb6h5YVezS50irBg43GVnuI8uCYbsif5ijpq5BxH6sh8NM9hqHW0YRU0Ocfb6g/s400/IMG_1582_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230480348681090898" /></a><br /><br />We've had a couple playdates with college friends and their children and this time I brought my camera! We spent Thursday with Sue and Kalani, MiJean and Gael, Amy and Eli, Beth and Addie, AND Carrie and Kayden. We had so much fun and it was so good to see Carrie again and meet her little one. The highlight of the day (and week) for me was ordering takeout from the Pita Pit. It was my first time and it was so good. So good. I could not stop talking about it or thinking about it. Just ask Sue. It was ridiculous.<br /><br />Beth and Kalani.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgciuE39wTevSswO9spy_D1wY-111p9cQpHznoJb4dN3KP8pmWldr-P0hPfmcUbo0TGfP0_MMYOUW93SWP8BUUCJbHw3beTKn46rGJGShzFVxibFhL45fYMrWNvko4ONAZX-FUE0g/s1600-h/IMG_1737_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgciuE39wTevSswO9spy_D1wY-111p9cQpHznoJb4dN3KP8pmWldr-P0hPfmcUbo0TGfP0_MMYOUW93SWP8BUUCJbHw3beTKn46rGJGShzFVxibFhL45fYMrWNvko4ONAZX-FUE0g/s400/IMG_1737_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230475566533916418" /></a><br />Zoe with her new friends Kayden and Carrie.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaH3ZY_dF8h0u4uG4pa5pdcTlgN4V2OGW2-qknExe-Oym-wEuRqJ3dCxdqsDSbO4o5EOQZxjzNA9JDiwrq7SPgNHvRV6DBgglBdCiLNIM2lL66FJhEB6JATfeijhX2onUYTpCW8Q/s1600-h/IMG_1740.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaH3ZY_dF8h0u4uG4pa5pdcTlgN4V2OGW2-qknExe-Oym-wEuRqJ3dCxdqsDSbO4o5EOQZxjzNA9JDiwrq7SPgNHvRV6DBgglBdCiLNIM2lL66FJhEB6JATfeijhX2onUYTpCW8Q/s400/IMG_1740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230475481663376706" /></a><br /><br />What is wrong in this picture?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfopFqNPOrr2f3e9p83PPItzAt-pKTRY_2p6OPxISB0ldLWaakvs4mq_JtYgQC1Ojqsigg_WMBVyA3AT2H-mc47BKLhYz-2tGqT5Kq-xritqvd-HzU1cJyQFaRopeBm9wzX0l9w/s1600-h/IMG_1743.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfopFqNPOrr2f3e9p83PPItzAt-pKTRY_2p6OPxISB0ldLWaakvs4mq_JtYgQC1Ojqsigg_WMBVyA3AT2H-mc47BKLhYz-2tGqT5Kq-xritqvd-HzU1cJyQFaRopeBm9wzX0l9w/s400/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230475408258844162" /></a><br />Lucy found this toy car. You know, the kind that you put Barbie dolls in. I didn't have the heart to tell her that one: she's not a Barbie, and therefore wouldn't fit into the car, and two: she's facing the wrong way to be driving.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmmozi-h_NvgbIZ2C-LlFDjSdXwSxVrzd_YkcmZxY0VxOygNZ1hs9FEhmRnvvNaD9HhTkhHLQgZkfTT2vA_T9FTpMCtO9w2mPvkbcWWughs2G_h7jPvdUpE0L4TWvFWUI8c1nig/s1600-h/IMG_1745.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmmozi-h_NvgbIZ2C-LlFDjSdXwSxVrzd_YkcmZxY0VxOygNZ1hs9FEhmRnvvNaD9HhTkhHLQgZkfTT2vA_T9FTpMCtO9w2mPvkbcWWughs2G_h7jPvdUpE0L4TWvFWUI8c1nig/s400/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230475337085985890" /></a><br />Eli loving up Lucy. Even though there is a 363 day difference between the two of them, they play really well together.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglh2dzOo0Fx0vAWyhqQrZEfidV8q8wRJIGezZTq7dk_mn8iTotaq6q4ztvRjSjS7UXVyLrlkz9l41zu_aBUNw8vep8bH8L-r6namM80RTCCDFdyHhXtedtnc0oX8SvkG3Hnh79nQ/s1600-h/IMG_1751.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglh2dzOo0Fx0vAWyhqQrZEfidV8q8wRJIGezZTq7dk_mn8iTotaq6q4ztvRjSjS7UXVyLrlkz9l41zu_aBUNw8vep8bH8L-r6namM80RTCCDFdyHhXtedtnc0oX8SvkG3Hnh79nQ/s400/IMG_1751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230475258315589474" /></a><br />Me and my little girl. Sue snapped these pictures for me. Zoe looks a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. Poor girl was blinded by the bazillion flashes my camera needs to take one picture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrZXvSsLSlmjcz8waR7dmzx7R5IMJtlNmQ_IFjiO4V1k0hIt_UOxQ1MEoH9McXMQzEACvZGZPSBSMZT06LozwRLvZ4jgr6lsB4etTf_sy_LgQVraoiM2KwsCXPIUTkNOI_w-doFA/s1600-h/IMG_1753.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrZXvSsLSlmjcz8waR7dmzx7R5IMJtlNmQ_IFjiO4V1k0hIt_UOxQ1MEoH9McXMQzEACvZGZPSBSMZT06LozwRLvZ4jgr6lsB4etTf_sy_LgQVraoiM2KwsCXPIUTkNOI_w-doFA/s400/IMG_1753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230475145118711090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQNG5tRa1KIJqJ7nTBXNmErFqmGXXapjEp29SeZooqrFxxWPo09UFfxwwzBsXNjpqJq1EoAWyOcAUfpQ3txxLy3p_FV10OI-1Q34NcxFLjQsPMuYSuv94fVL9bTFki1DcRmmcAkw/s1600-h/IMG_1757.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQNG5tRa1KIJqJ7nTBXNmErFqmGXXapjEp29SeZooqrFxxWPo09UFfxwwzBsXNjpqJq1EoAWyOcAUfpQ3txxLy3p_FV10OI-1Q34NcxFLjQsPMuYSuv94fVL9bTFki1DcRmmcAkw/s400/IMG_1757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230475064547039122" /></a><br />Our long lost friends Lacy and Ethan visited us this week. We haven't seen them in months. It was pretty apparent the kids missed each other. And even though there is no photographic proof, I also showered Lacy in hugs and kisses. It was good to see them again.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Neho1Sh3qEHeSpAzOwjDgjQFUmWLnRob4iiaNFnKaechVB9OKZxZaUAkhDc33c918tmTvWaxHW6Mr47JXpbos8aQmJWMCHuEWZwn4TXk-mnPl5eatdk8BhMiTVqlCrOzLmOAXw/s1600-h/IMG_1758_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Neho1Sh3qEHeSpAzOwjDgjQFUmWLnRob4iiaNFnKaechVB9OKZxZaUAkhDc33c918tmTvWaxHW6Mr47JXpbos8aQmJWMCHuEWZwn4TXk-mnPl5eatdk8BhMiTVqlCrOzLmOAXw/s400/IMG_1758_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474960865195394" /></a><br />The moms spent the afternoon doing what we do best, eating and drinking coffee, and the kids spent the afternoon doing what they do best, running from room to room, getting into everything they should stay out of. In all the chaos they did manage to give me a couple photo ops.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-9ghC-q53V9T7VuoQjsN4QzzgPl94oQQ26Jcu4NwX3DYpo79pjsAE0NyGn7xVSLQeamofClHjn6gIoic-Wjzvx-u8X1fE32dux9DigkmACNkzLsZDjXDSjjZNqbCOqVW0TUtJSg/s1600-h/IMG_1761_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-9ghC-q53V9T7VuoQjsN4QzzgPl94oQQ26Jcu4NwX3DYpo79pjsAE0NyGn7xVSLQeamofClHjn6gIoic-Wjzvx-u8X1fE32dux9DigkmACNkzLsZDjXDSjjZNqbCOqVW0TUtJSg/s400/IMG_1761_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474883117231762" /></a><br />Ethan, as usual, had a lot of love to give. This is the first time that Lucy did not spurn his attempts at cuddling. Her MO is normally to push him away. I suppose absence does make the heart grow fonder, or at the very least allows you not to get violent when that particular someone tries to smother you in hugs and kisses. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgJ2vGMcSpcWyjS3hQ07K7iU3WT5ZTGrMKgnkbNhnfKbwI8KVPQ17TuCcgN57AcH3LQgcovJtRjcAtGycbTpkJrAHowk-AjnrdePhSs5qFny1oeIrJjKxBg8ddqT0Q6emY64BGw/s1600-h/IMG_1763_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgJ2vGMcSpcWyjS3hQ07K7iU3WT5ZTGrMKgnkbNhnfKbwI8KVPQ17TuCcgN57AcH3LQgcovJtRjcAtGycbTpkJrAHowk-AjnrdePhSs5qFny1oeIrJjKxBg8ddqT0Q6emY64BGw/s400/IMG_1763_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474816701693458" /></a><br />This was Lucy just minutes after the visit ended. All that running wore her out. I was grateful that she did take a nap, albeit a twenty minute one.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghmGPbL5pk2hTHnz1TN4t6GN2sdECGtO-Z9S1g8SdiJk-bdNsfx4B084iOt7xQRNeX2f3tmIP2o0TGAzL5XRmrJJjlV2U50qjbz92QGo96dt78C6UaQ0DZa0RND4nD49G39gFNmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1766.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghmGPbL5pk2hTHnz1TN4t6GN2sdECGtO-Z9S1g8SdiJk-bdNsfx4B084iOt7xQRNeX2f3tmIP2o0TGAzL5XRmrJJjlV2U50qjbz92QGo96dt78C6UaQ0DZa0RND4nD49G39gFNmQ/s400/IMG_1766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474717433306242" /></a><br />It is a good thing that the love between siblings in reciprocated in this house. Otherwise, we'd have very sad children. Zoe loves Lucy. She loves talking to her and listening to her and watching her. Lucy on the other hand LOVES her sister. Any time she can, anywhere they both happen to be Lucy will hug and kiss on Zoe. It's gotten to the point that you can't leave them alone in a room together because you'll walk in to find Lucy laying over Zoe, loving her with all her might. I liken her hugs and kisses for Zoe to sugar for a diabetic: incredibly sweet, yet potentially deadly, and at the very least could knock you unconscious.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB1N_CMABBYyCWITv1ZL7kM3b04tcR06jSEloRE50l5Y46-pa5097z5v6IzzvVq8ii8msuMoBBQT_2S4QrEKnWem0uznvwz1rjPt57c-Gl7BrsF_atm8rM5BblhKJ6q4cvGRcC2w/s1600-h/IMG_1777.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB1N_CMABBYyCWITv1ZL7kM3b04tcR06jSEloRE50l5Y46-pa5097z5v6IzzvVq8ii8msuMoBBQT_2S4QrEKnWem0uznvwz1rjPt57c-Gl7BrsF_atm8rM5BblhKJ6q4cvGRcC2w/s400/IMG_1777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474641118771474" /></a><br />And lastly, Dad and his little one before bed. It's amazing how much smaller she looks next to her father. I have a feeling that Zoe will be the taller of my two kids, and Lucy will be a shrimp like me. You never know though... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2RqrQ1npIY3NbUDwZHSAOwxpGwqV0jLlztRjffjb_lpZPSGlS5LTkH0De6JckXojIESN-mlQZp7htlSmeUUauLvkEcfpkUy-Sw_f4qf6qEISSeuNK8I80ByZ0JKpU5NNivPj6-A/s1600-h/IMG_1783_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2RqrQ1npIY3NbUDwZHSAOwxpGwqV0jLlztRjffjb_lpZPSGlS5LTkH0De6JckXojIESN-mlQZp7htlSmeUUauLvkEcfpkUy-Sw_f4qf6qEISSeuNK8I80ByZ0JKpU5NNivPj6-A/s400/IMG_1783_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230478955395421890" /></a>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-11605841991682453292008-07-20T20:17:00.019-04:002008-12-10T01:10:51.232-05:00KetchupThe last couple of weeks have been pretty uneventful, unless you count the summer cold that both children were lucky enough to catch as well as the recent development of serious tantrums (from Lucy, not Charles). Man, if I thought your ears wouldn't bleed, I would post video of Lucy's last half hour scream-fest complete with self-induced vomiting and leg kicking. In case you were wondering, she was not too thrilled when I whipped out the camera. I figure that thirty second clip will come in handy the day she decides to bring her first boyfriend home. <br /><br />Late last week Sue and I planned a Mom's and Grandma/Great Grandma's Day Out. Our Grandma has lived here for over twenty years and had not been to either the Temple or the Truman House. We started off at the Temple and took a tour. We had a delightfully entertaining septuagenarian tour guide named Elenor that repeatedly called Lucy "lover". Hysterical.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMKxnJg0I6tC4shdnsIn0PSMiX4jdoUZoiUXTpoVYVxZ0s2uH1bq9okcXfYD-Z0cWamjFVXb8mpXaeZBkp1zXib9OxtDprxOXIch2Fc7QFkBtRN0NykQPZySSGE91FoH_iQeiyQ/s1600-h/IMG_1573.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMKxnJg0I6tC4shdnsIn0PSMiX4jdoUZoiUXTpoVYVxZ0s2uH1bq9okcXfYD-Z0cWamjFVXb8mpXaeZBkp1zXib9OxtDprxOXIch2Fc7QFkBtRN0NykQPZySSGE91FoH_iQeiyQ/s400/IMG_1573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225256924961523826" /></a><br />We had quite a parking and timing fiasco before our tour of the Truman house (hence the lack of pictures). I was a bit stressed and TO'ed but Sue handled the situation very authoritatively. She managed to finagle us a tour in between two other scheduled tours with an off-duty guide. Impressive. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTztiN1WI3maSHjnSXIxLSItdoAPGAxTkqCTZeXuGGBI4QDv8nO0p_FGWS3-aPrx7CfFIAcLYFvJcrYBRvGZjYlm_FfJ2q9FCiqnze1kJEru-gINcV7rR7sxAPMx2iirO7GTaVCg/s1600-h/IMG_1576.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTztiN1WI3maSHjnSXIxLSItdoAPGAxTkqCTZeXuGGBI4QDv8nO0p_FGWS3-aPrx7CfFIAcLYFvJcrYBRvGZjYlm_FfJ2q9FCiqnze1kJEru-gINcV7rR7sxAPMx2iirO7GTaVCg/s400/IMG_1576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225256843558410658" /></a><br />I didn't realize that Zoe would be such a huge fan of the Temple. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3BfF6vGtRHgMXLBpKDDaB34lJp_mDWyExzH-T9pmo5BEGPJWpwbbaleRkah8hFduZvVe-vQm9RkqW4e3s2uWqAqOMcBwPj9Q_23ylnYJsdbapI_cCHHIRTo31RbpFaWrBmX-OEQ/s1600-h/IMG_1578_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3BfF6vGtRHgMXLBpKDDaB34lJp_mDWyExzH-T9pmo5BEGPJWpwbbaleRkah8hFduZvVe-vQm9RkqW4e3s2uWqAqOMcBwPj9Q_23ylnYJsdbapI_cCHHIRTo31RbpFaWrBmX-OEQ/s400/IMG_1578_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225256574287688978" /></a><br />A random bathtub picture to show everyone that Zoe has slimmed down. I think it's because she's gotten quite tall. No matter though. She's still meaty; just how we like em'.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQYe58hhLH9m-rZrZsPYLu38Bg0Maw0VRKHDkOwVQhQzhiObYRoGHsVscFbPe0moENarbVNLtzD1ufcDj2L4n65KKDNlkTApe8c0FsGbegvPGc2pVHLl8qAyCDm_Jdzl57yZrlg/s1600-h/IMG_1603_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQYe58hhLH9m-rZrZsPYLu38Bg0Maw0VRKHDkOwVQhQzhiObYRoGHsVscFbPe0moENarbVNLtzD1ufcDj2L4n65KKDNlkTApe8c0FsGbegvPGc2pVHLl8qAyCDm_Jdzl57yZrlg/s400/IMG_1603_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225256481604907682" /></a><br />Last Saturday Zoe and I went to Sarah and Scott's for their baby shower. Addie and Zoe got a chance to hang out. Checking each other out...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSO12KxVNGjeGFw441v4gJrgV7IZoZXI6l63XX12UZCRWuwqWIc9gR2q02fiTMuDUOi5CxNjZl_8yKDmMWacoD3fztCpX0LgUwGHWU5adINwGQfLAm8vKTFjIXwDnOklgEuICH_A/s1600-h/IMG_1609.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSO12KxVNGjeGFw441v4gJrgV7IZoZXI6l63XX12UZCRWuwqWIc9gR2q02fiTMuDUOi5CxNjZl_8yKDmMWacoD3fztCpX0LgUwGHWU5adINwGQfLAm8vKTFjIXwDnOklgEuICH_A/s400/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225256341583639682" /></a><br />A kiss...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFR-RKsHlN568RY682suCOPZfI1ZBhoDMyegIv-2JUbJklKj62bivAAklE_qH7TM68yzeZWsWGQRAx5BNmCyK01kKYxe2IU85aR8fF-xP4Q2BiZKrbJPc9WmUB5s3xSutLGcl5Qg/s1600-h/IMG_1611.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFR-RKsHlN568RY682suCOPZfI1ZBhoDMyegIv-2JUbJklKj62bivAAklE_qH7TM68yzeZWsWGQRAx5BNmCyK01kKYxe2IU85aR8fF-xP4Q2BiZKrbJPc9WmUB5s3xSutLGcl5Qg/s400/IMG_1611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225255954323201570" /></a><br />And a hug!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYicHnHg6nSptJG8dAWVTIb-UoaG5Slt6-0u3yRe77HSkq9tRT4ElTFr0hZJmfBo7FJ2R4a3BzaDgrXtk5IDA72pD4RiFGSAzntWv95IK8emzHoQ3fBYgMIaahQyYZPWVqDJ8jkA/s1600-h/IMG_1610.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYicHnHg6nSptJG8dAWVTIb-UoaG5Slt6-0u3yRe77HSkq9tRT4ElTFr0hZJmfBo7FJ2R4a3BzaDgrXtk5IDA72pD4RiFGSAzntWv95IK8emzHoQ3fBYgMIaahQyYZPWVqDJ8jkA/s400/IMG_1610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225256061949137330" /></a><br />Lucy modeling her new dress. Thank you April and Alisha! Charles and I decided that instead of taking away Lucy's binky, we're going to wean her. That means only during bedtime, nap time, and (for my sanity) tantrum time. She does well enough, but we've come to the realization that if she doesn't have her pacifier she's going to use her thumb. Both drive me absolutely crazy. For now I think the pacifier might just be the lesser of the two evils. I don't know. Talk to me when that orthodontic bill comes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMgF-_aL05lCkrvX5sdCvr1Py-QRaZ1rLBFsY3L37qIYz6E6XDVLuE1yB5FSY5HaW1Pq2aVl5sj7sG8VaEcXYy3GrxCjcvZ4AuTk4f8wQO08zYcJXfImRUsqtnGr8eyXWKBbHQw/s1600-h/IMG_1627_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMgF-_aL05lCkrvX5sdCvr1Py-QRaZ1rLBFsY3L37qIYz6E6XDVLuE1yB5FSY5HaW1Pq2aVl5sj7sG8VaEcXYy3GrxCjcvZ4AuTk4f8wQO08zYcJXfImRUsqtnGr8eyXWKBbHQw/s400/IMG_1627_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225255857710570066" /></a><br />Zoe enjoys watching Playhouse Disney from the comfort of her exersaucer. She gets really into it. I don't know whether I should rejoice or be concerned. For the time being, I'm just grateful for the distraction. It can be difficult to get much done with two under two.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvYamqT6Q2ADgan0wKy85axrFWRaSbfKfiHoNBlX8WRVcuaev7WJW6ms9BhwViBp3jM-1DD87AOhvON-H3LcClxRkrM_AfBKeHefhQZiU005zbvN0JrLb0KAPkA_O51wimyY3EQ/s1600-h/IMG_1631.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvYamqT6Q2ADgan0wKy85axrFWRaSbfKfiHoNBlX8WRVcuaev7WJW6ms9BhwViBp3jM-1DD87AOhvON-H3LcClxRkrM_AfBKeHefhQZiU005zbvN0JrLb0KAPkA_O51wimyY3EQ/s400/IMG_1631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225255771076382962" /></a><br />Every night we try to get our fitness on. While a leisurely walk may not seem like the best workout, it sure kicks my butt, and hams, and calves. It may be the temps in the triple digits, the crazy hills in our neighborhood, or the weight of both kids and stroller. Just maybe.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh17QUr6Bf1-DwmbB34CPDV2bw_kvjI0sS6yhy4yPALeBCImaoAlsJmr97-11vigrXfE-7ayIcwhdgYYOWsXrXupM2C9BMMOorJ7u2IlzuBpkLf8kOtU9EjemRtwGK5X83-7MmMrQ/s1600-h/IMG_1641.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh17QUr6Bf1-DwmbB34CPDV2bw_kvjI0sS6yhy4yPALeBCImaoAlsJmr97-11vigrXfE-7ayIcwhdgYYOWsXrXupM2C9BMMOorJ7u2IlzuBpkLf8kOtU9EjemRtwGK5X83-7MmMrQ/s400/IMG_1641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225255695863608338" /></a><br />When Lucy isn't in the midst of a tantrum, she is lovely. I adore her, and I love hanging out with her. She is entertaining. She is funny. She is sweet. She can be absolutely captivating. Hey, I'm supposed to feel this way, I'm her Mom.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgXa8wqyp2ez3a0ZrDfrBAB2pmlo2vsAVsSEtPc6t0oFjzBHgO3jFDA1OUMvHWeav-a2X5QIl7hoXH3a7EOlwAfEPyh3cn0GlijFfKo2uNxF9fZYGLjns7GAInw4Rgirl2fJH0VQ/s1600-h/IMG_1647.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgXa8wqyp2ez3a0ZrDfrBAB2pmlo2vsAVsSEtPc6t0oFjzBHgO3jFDA1OUMvHWeav-a2X5QIl7hoXH3a7EOlwAfEPyh3cn0GlijFfKo2uNxF9fZYGLjns7GAInw4Rgirl2fJH0VQ/s400/IMG_1647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225255605334030690" /></a><br />Lucy likes to live on the wild side. She must be high from the fumes those things emit.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTt5r-wfGfH6gIUSdXugyFRnAyFWa_aD-zDKW7a5oM1_cumvdXGw-K8RjSgcQL9MFRBvXlk5fUbhQONt3Bx2HowoUMZ-NLurxlz6V_AeR1jfrH-EJVvyS7QKmyyMtucfnZ9zw6_Q/s1600-h/IMG_1654.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTt5r-wfGfH6gIUSdXugyFRnAyFWa_aD-zDKW7a5oM1_cumvdXGw-K8RjSgcQL9MFRBvXlk5fUbhQONt3Bx2HowoUMZ-NLurxlz6V_AeR1jfrH-EJVvyS7QKmyyMtucfnZ9zw6_Q/s400/IMG_1654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225255442565594338" /></a><br />They look sweet, don't they? Don't let them fool you. They're so over taking their afternoon nap at the same time. In fact, Lucy is over naps entirely. This happened Monday, and she hasn't given Mommy any "Sanity-Gathering Time" since. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkeD7eweqMPjQrx9icNjz74A1ncFhTwM8YEwkWDGcxpGrpgwLYLjczJFFIeyyRBWVMD9GzHSlG_VXeJZE_K3DMV9ALef-9EDXhDfZsE2hOvFPfeCXDgZdQFaFSbjTOoNC7dHPuQg/s1600-h/IMG_1661_1.JPG2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkeD7eweqMPjQrx9icNjz74A1ncFhTwM8YEwkWDGcxpGrpgwLYLjczJFFIeyyRBWVMD9GzHSlG_VXeJZE_K3DMV9ALef-9EDXhDfZsE2hOvFPfeCXDgZdQFaFSbjTOoNC7dHPuQg/s400/IMG_1661_1.JPG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225255243952282082" /></a>the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-41009108259112374772008-07-16T12:30:00.001-04:002008-07-16T12:30:54.890-04:00Chatty Baby<center><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="425" height="381"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=1&u=http://media4.dropshots.com/photos/160031/20080716/110350.flv&l=http://www.dropshots.com/nanthidahorton#date/2008-07-16/11:03:50&d=1" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /><embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=1&u=http://media4.dropshots.com/photos/160031/20080716/110350.flv&l=http://www.dropshots.com/nanthidahorton#date/2008-07-16/11:03:50&d=1" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="381"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"><a href="http://www.dropshots.com/">Photo Sharing</a> - <a href="http://www.dropshots.com/">Video Sharing</a> - <a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/">Photo Printing</a> - <a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/">Photo Books</a></span></center><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNjIyNTgxMzc5OCZwdD*xMjE2MjI1ODU*ODQwJnA9MTI1MjEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" />the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524251.post-31849496112638365402008-07-16T12:29:00.001-04:002008-07-16T12:29:35.932-04:00Giggly Baby<center><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="425" height="381"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=1&u=http://media4.dropshots.com/photos/160031/20080715/174157.flv&l=http://www.dropshots.com/nanthidahorton#date/2008-07-15/17:41:57&d=1" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /><embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=1&u=http://media4.dropshots.com/photos/160031/20080715/174157.flv&l=http://www.dropshots.com/nanthidahorton#date/2008-07-15/17:41:57&d=1" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="381"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"><a href="http://www.dropshots.com/">Photo Sharing</a> - <a href="http://www.dropshots.com/">Video Sharing</a> - <a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/">Photo Printing</a> - <a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/">Photo Books</a></span></center><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNjIyNTczMjExNSZwdD*xMjE2MjI1NzcwODIxJnA9MTI1MjEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" />the hortonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00487834876492942173noreply@blogger.com3