tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121826635470076192024-03-13T10:41:51.286-04:00The Pegram PlaceHere are some stories of our funny little family...molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-25174749310089223352010-02-09T22:07:00.000-05:002010-02-09T22:07:49.707-05:00Pass outHere is what you dont want to hear when you are happily plugged into Itunes and (finally) starting to sweat on the treadmill...<br />
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Jack: Hey Mom! (as he yanks the headphones out of my ears) Mom! Can you help me show Ry how to pass out? She keeps trying but she is NOT good at passing out. And I'm TRYING to show her but she just keeps crying.<br />
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Me: ***** FREAKING OUT!!!!!!!********* <br />
Run up the stairs. Thankfully she is not blue.<br />
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They were playing go fish. You know, the card game.<br />
Apparently she doesn't know how to shuffle and deal. She kept handing him a handful of cards instaed of properly dealing (passing out) his hand. <br />
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Thanks to my kids for reinforcing my cardiovascular fitness. Small stroke. <br />
I'm good.molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-4683805625703092992010-01-24T22:12:00.000-05:002010-01-24T22:12:59.825-05:00Watch over us, Jesus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tonight Riley and her daddy were talking about Jesus. Since Christmas she has had a obsession with a Christmas song "Baby in the Manger look my way" and was singing it this afternoon. Steve asked her who Jesus is.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Riley: He's from the "Baby-in-the-manger-look-my-way" song.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dad: Why is Jesus So important to us?<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Riley: He just watches over us.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dad: Why does he do that? <br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Riley: Because he loves us and doesn't want to step on us.<br />
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</div>molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-6911032042750561752010-01-18T22:02:00.002-05:002010-01-18T23:56:35.624-05:00Martin Luther King Day<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/S1UVTuaARqI/AAAAAAAABV4/U2SbjAtdBnM/s1600-h/DSC_0330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/S1UVTuaARqI/AAAAAAAABV4/U2SbjAtdBnM/s320/DSC_0330.JPG" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Today is Martin Luther King Day. Last night at dinner Jack was so excited when he heard he had the next day off school. He wanted to know why and I told him it was Martin Luther King Day. I decided to ask him a few questions about MLK.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Me: So do you know why Martin Luther King, Jr. is so important?<br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Jack: He was the most famous preacher EVER. Well, except for Jesus, I think. And he wanted free-ness for everyone.<br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Me: So what did he mean by free-ness? <br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Jack: Well, he had a dream and he wanted his dream to come true. <br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Me: what was his dream?<br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Jack: That the white people could sit in the same seats as the brown people and the black people and everybody. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">It is very interesting to talk to him about race and color. I think kids have a great perspective about it. Growing up in a predominately white community, he thinks people with "different color" skin are beautiful and interesting BECAUSE they are different. His first crush was a little girl in his class who had "lots of really pretty clippy-things in her hair" but he never did mention she was black.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We explained that MLK wanted equality for everyone. He wanted everyone to be treated the same no matter what your skin looks like, where you live or what church you go to. We explained that African Americans were treated very differently and were made to sit in the back of the bus, sent to different schools, not paid the same wages as white people...etc and he had the strangest look on his face.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"But why?" he said. Then shrugged and shook his head. "Well that's REALLY not fair.." <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I have a dream that my children will live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hatred paralyzes life. Love releases it. Hatred confuses life. Love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life. Love illuminates it."<br />
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</div>molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-43837039153705808262010-01-11T21:37:00.000-05:002010-01-11T21:37:36.676-05:00The Great Pony Heist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Help! Help! The ponies have been kidnapped!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And would you look who is the boss in charge of the pony heist?<br />
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(and FYI- she was just "giving them rides" I made up the kidnap part. It was the big scared eyes :)molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-13303857936660045342010-01-07T20:34:00.000-05:002010-01-07T20:34:03.674-05:00Snow Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He Came...<br />
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</div>molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-46937706682976648062009-12-31T00:00:00.000-05:002009-12-31T00:00:16.830-05:00Who needs school when you get field trips like this?<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-35501140465096258262009-12-04T22:37:00.000-05:002009-12-04T22:37:53.488-05:00Gingerbread and boogers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gingerbread House Time! Which in my house means crying, yelling, cursing (all from yours truly...) We have tried and tried and I can't keep the walls from caving in. So this year we are doing Gingerbread "PEOPLE" Riley was upset that they were all men, so we had some angels, too. Gingerbread Girls! <br />
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</div>molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-49853532130712712132009-11-23T22:02:00.000-05:002009-11-23T22:02:24.929-05:00Guess Who...Having a cornfield in your backyard makes for some awesome hide and seeks! Unless you wear a bright blue hat. Then it's not so suprising. <br />
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</div>molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-27962711806004153362009-11-11T22:11:00.001-05:002009-11-11T22:12:15.644-05:00Veteran's DayI have copied this from my sweet blog-friend Elizabeth <a href="http://www.mybloggylife.wordpress.com/">http://www.mybloggylife.wordpress.com/</a><br />
She said it better than I ever could and I hope she does't mind me being a copycat!<br />
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Today I remember those that have lost their lives to fight for what they believe in.<br />
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Today I remember those that have died fighting for the freedom for the generations to follow.<br />
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Today I remember those that have spent sleepless nights worrying about those away at war.<br />
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Today I remember that the freedom I know, and too often take for granted, is not the reality for everyone.<br />
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Today I remember that I am lucky to have the chance to snuggle and kiss my children whenever I want.<br />
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Today I remember that I am lucky to know my grandparents, with stories to share of war-times.<br />
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Today I remember that I am blessed beyond measure.<br />
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Today I remember that all over the world there are still those that are suffering injustice and mourning the losses of those they love.<br />
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Today I remember and I promise to help make the world a better place.<br />
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Thanks, Liz! I don't thik anyone could have said it better...<br />
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He is full of little boy energy, so I'm sure it wont keep him down too long! <br />
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...and he'll be back to helping around the house (and cleaning blinds) ASAP! haha<br />
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We love you Henry!molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-63122465985116239792009-11-03T22:50:00.004-05:002009-11-03T23:01:42.053-05:00Mr. ConundrumJack WANTS to be a crazy foot-loose knife-wielding 6 year old.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SvD6zGmzZrI/AAAAAAAABP4/9-dVIGuzV7E/s1600-h/DSC_0372.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SvD6zGmzZrI/AAAAAAAABP4/9-dVIGuzV7E/s320/DSC_0372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400091709070862002" /></a><br /><br />Then the sensible "safety-simon" comes out. When the time comes to put a candle in the pumpkin, only battery powered candles will do for this kid. He severely protested the real candle,(according to him it may catch the house on fire if the wind blows in the east-north-east direction tonight) so we went with batteries.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SvD6zXXa43I/AAAAAAAABQA/nKJ0pEwA1A8/s1600-h/DSC_0376.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SvD6zXXa43I/AAAAAAAABQA/nKJ0pEwA1A8/s320/DSC_0376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400091713569743730" /></a><br /><br /><br />Finished products!<br />And my little man lost no sleep worrying about fires. <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SvD6zx1c_6I/AAAAAAAABQI/AcgJXFfIOyw/s1600-h/DSC_0379.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SvD6zx1c_6I/AAAAAAAABQI/AcgJXFfIOyw/s320/DSC_0379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400091720675032994" /></a>molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-54894981433559388422009-10-19T11:04:00.004-04:002009-10-19T13:01:34.560-04:00Swearing In the Fire ChiefSteve was sworn in as the Goshen Township Fire Chief a few weeks ago, but didn't officially start until today. The house is on the market, hope we get some action soon because he is commuting an hour each way until we can move. <br /><br />We thought Jack would be upset about having to move again, but he already has his sights on dropping out of 1st grade and being the assistant chief, so he's thrilled! Riley was confused about the whole thing. She was very upset that Daddy is going to be a Chief. "Mommy, she said, He is a FIREMAN! Not an Indian." hahaa<br /><br />There were a lot of friends and family and colleagues (past and present) there to show their support and it was a very nice ceremony. And according to Jack the best part was that his Daddy didn't talk too long because there was CAKE afterwards. Here are some photos.(taken by Mary Danemiller Community Press Journal)<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/StyASn6noCI/AAAAAAAABPw/B5JWXnRQo5g/s1600-h/swearing+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/StyASn6noCI/AAAAAAAABPw/B5JWXnRQo5g/s320/swearing+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327511123861538" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/StyASJg7UlI/AAAAAAAABPo/tqHeYMfSKcE/s1600-h/swearing+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/StyASJg7UlI/AAAAAAAABPo/tqHeYMfSKcE/s320/swearing+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327502963036754" /></a><br /> As you can see, Riley is THRILLED to be a part of the festivities.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/StyAR-dba5I/AAAAAAAABPg/g-v49LCCRa8/s1600-h/swearing+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/StyAR-dba5I/AAAAAAAABPg/g-v49LCCRa8/s320/swearing+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327499995573138" /></a><br />Jack pinned on his badge. I had to help. I was sfraid he'd accidentally stab his Dad. He's a wee bit clumsy/accident prone. (See previous entry!) hahamolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-26530116060260409402009-10-08T19:59:00.003-04:002009-10-08T20:46:28.788-04:00Here we go again...So exactly how many times can you visit the ER before children's services gets involved? I can say 5 visits in 6 years with the same kid seems to keep you under the radar.<br /><br />We really need to get some sort of loyal customer/ frequent flyer coupon for Children's Hospital Urgent Care center. Last weekend we were there (AGAIN!) for another head laceration. This one ended in 4 staples to his noggin (which has GOT to have some sort of brain damage at this point)And here is how it went down. <br /><br />Steve took Jack to visit his new firehouse (new Chief job, post coming soon....) <br />It was their open house for National Fire Prevention Month. Steve thought he would stop in and introduce himself to some folks he hadn't yet met and brought "Action Jackson" along, too. <br /><br />Jack found some new pals and they were chasing each other when one went under a gear rack, Jack followed and came up too soon. He came around the corner hand to his head and when he pulled his hand away it was full of blood and poor Jack nearly came unglued. Thankfully there were some paramedics there who stopped the bleeding quickly, so we just took him in the car to the Urgent Care. <br /><br />We walked in and the lady asked if we had been there before, then looked at the computer and her eyes got really big and she said, "Oh! Never mind!" She told us to have a seat. Since it is flu season, anyone with respiratory symptoms are made to wear a mask. Jack took one look into the waiting room of all those masks and asked the lady, "uhhhh...we have to sit in there with all those SICK people?!???" <br /><br />We found an empty spot by the front doors and waited 3 hours and finally saw the Dr. (it is always nice to read the badge of your health care provider and it says MOONLIGHTER...really?!?) but he was nice and efficient and didn't bat an eye when Jack told him he wanted "staples not stitches, please." He was a trooper and only flinched a little when they stapled him.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Ss6G7g3yEZI/AAAAAAAABPY/wJHW4FKebu8/s1600-h/DSC_0250.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Ss6G7g3yEZI/AAAAAAAABPY/wJHW4FKebu8/s320/DSC_0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390394161003368850" /></a><br /><br />Thanks again, Childrens Hospital. Quality care, as always, but I hope we DON'T see you soon!molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-25737106581719715752009-09-29T09:52:00.004-04:002009-09-29T10:09:54.622-04:00ewwwww, I mean mmmm!! Cupcakes!Riley wanted to "help" make her birthday cupcakes. She did a FANTASTIC job. She cracked some eggs (which means she banged them on the counter and crushed them in her hands, then I fished out the shells)***<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsISd4C2EsI/AAAAAAAABOw/WeL25fahnw8/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsISd4C2EsI/AAAAAAAABOw/WeL25fahnw8/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386888408758358722" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsISdoN4e3I/AAAAAAAABOo/83Ipanngxvw/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsISdoN4e3I/AAAAAAAABOo/83Ipanngxvw/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386888404509686642" /></a><br /><br />Give it a little stir...<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsISeY9LmvI/AAAAAAAABO4/ObnUKXXc4nI/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsISeY9LmvI/AAAAAAAABO4/ObnUKXXc4nI/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386888417592974066" /></a><br /><br />A little "Quality Control" ***<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsISewGuN1I/AAAAAAAABPA/uDtCc33c-XU/s1600-h/DSC_0097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsISewGuN1I/AAAAAAAABPA/uDtCc33c-XU/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386888423807006546" /></a><br />And adding the finishing touches!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsIT18a94ZI/AAAAAAAABPQ/epfbgsoyYcU/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsIT18a94ZI/AAAAAAAABPQ/epfbgsoyYcU/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386889921761763730" /></a><br /><br /><br />***disclaimer***<br />Riley's hands were clean when we started.<br />MY hands were clean when fishing out eggshells. <br />The licking took place after mixing was completed.<br />350 degrees for 20 minutes surely killed any germs. Right?molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-91647523640394560212009-09-29T09:35:00.002-04:002009-09-29T09:52:27.290-04:00Happy Birthday, Baby!We just celebrated Riley's 3rd birthday 3 weeks late, but who's counting?!? I don't think my kids have ever had a party on their actual birthday. This year Steve and I were out of town on her birthday, so we were a little late to celebrate. (And we wonder why our kids think their birthdays last for a month...) <br /><br />Presents!!!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsIOHoLw3rI/AAAAAAAABOY/e8SlieFlmcI/s1600-h/DSC_0139.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsIOHoLw3rI/AAAAAAAABOY/e8SlieFlmcI/s320/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386883628497166002" /></a><br /><br />A spit cake! I decided to make her (ok, BUY) her own cake since she had a cold, so we wouldn't share the germs with the entire family.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsIOHB5OBOI/AAAAAAAABOQ/VC32CbHkPT4/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsIOHB5OBOI/AAAAAAAABOQ/VC32CbHkPT4/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386883618218837218" /></a><br /><br />My Girl<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsIOGm6soOI/AAAAAAAABOI/0ZiKV2Rs8mo/s1600-h/CSC_0184.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsIOGm6soOI/AAAAAAAABOI/0ZiKV2Rs8mo/s320/CSC_0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386883610977280226" /></a><br /><br /><br />Later that night, partied out and exhausted!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsIOheNFfpI/AAAAAAAABOg/hpY33fbcvo4/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SsIOheNFfpI/AAAAAAAABOg/hpY33fbcvo4/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386884072494956178" /></a>molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-61359810799570723822009-09-18T14:30:00.004-04:002010-01-07T20:35:41.902-05:00Busted!We recently had a vehicle stolen on our property.<br />
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So we sent our police fireman/safety official out to investigate.<br />
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"No, I didn't steal it officer, it was just sitting here...and...hey! Look over there...<br />
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OH NO SHE DIDNT!!<br />
The classic "distract and then sucker-punch move"<br />
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Assualting an officer of the law. And caught on film... <br />
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What does our future hold?molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-17267185168201856722009-09-03T21:37:00.006-04:002009-09-04T22:21:53.944-04:00Family FriendsIf you ask my kids who their best friends are and they both will answer with the names of their cousins. What a blessing it is to have so many great friends all wrapped up into all the family functions. When you get tired of playing with one, another one is sure to be available...<br />:)<br />When Steve and I first married, we loved spoiling out nieces and nephews and we are amazed at how fast the clan has multiplied...CRAZY! <br />Recently we had a weekend full of cousin time and here is a glimpse into the madness!<br /><br />"baby" Luke the youngest and most...um...vocal...cousin...Sweetest face EVER!!!! (God made babies cute for a reason:) <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqB3Q5J1kHI/AAAAAAAABNA/S0LTEtNd04Y/s1600-h/DSC_3003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqB3Q5J1kHI/AAAAAAAABNA/S0LTEtNd04Y/s320/DSC_3003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377429087184064626" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBxRxDyBMI/AAAAAAAABMY/0-ehMHH7Hjs/s1600-h/DSC_3023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBxRxDyBMI/AAAAAAAABMY/0-ehMHH7Hjs/s320/DSC_3023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377422505121285314" /></a><br /><br />Jack and Daniel... Thank Goodness for Daniel and his Mama passing down those clothes. He is the fastest growing kid in the universe so we totally SCORED in the hand-me-down department! <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBxRZN_DLI/AAAAAAAABMQ/rnocwZK2VpA/s1600-h/DSC_3006a.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBxRZN_DLI/AAAAAAAABMQ/rnocwZK2VpA/s320/DSC_3006a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377422498721631410" /></a><br /><br />Riley and "E" pondering the state of he union. Or the state of the onion. Or nothing at all, cuz that's how they roll..... <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBxQ9IoE3I/AAAAAAAABMI/6u6NrDaFPEw/s1600-h/DSC_3074.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBxQ9IoE3I/AAAAAAAABMI/6u6NrDaFPEw/s320/DSC_3074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377422491182961522" /></a><br /><br />And here is Jack and E...<br />She's still thinking....why do I have a feeling Erin will be coordinating sit-ins in college?<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBxQklv9EI/AAAAAAAABMA/HaME3cNTVzM/s1600-h/DSC_3073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBxQklv9EI/AAAAAAAABMA/HaME3cNTVzM/s320/DSC_3073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377422484594226242" /></a><br /><br />Well, hey! Here is a good idea! Let's pull the midgets (sorry little people) around in the yard on a blanket. I do believe that was the idea of Miss "Sit in" ha ha<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqByf36RkDI/AAAAAAAABMo/d9hmE68DWDA/s1600-h/DSC_3084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqByf36RkDI/AAAAAAAABMo/d9hmE68DWDA/s320/DSC_3084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377423846990254130" /></a><br />FUN! They had a great ride! And I had MAJOR grass stains in my quilt.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBygH6NkFI/AAAAAAAABMw/tTjUnyv4nH0/s1600-h/DSC_3080.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBygH6NkFI/AAAAAAAABMw/tTjUnyv4nH0/s320/DSC_3080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377423851284959314" /></a><br /><br />Gratuitous Photo-OP...<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBwDnKYmbI/AAAAAAAABL4/fCITKUD-xr8/s1600-h/CSC_3137.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBwDnKYmbI/AAAAAAAABL4/fCITKUD-xr8/s320/CSC_3137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377421162434828722" /></a><br /><br />We have a bike path behind our yard and there a the perfect little hill. Just enough for crazy antics on bikes that are too small for you...I thought it was great... and Safety Simon (AKA Steve) was beside himself with visions of trauma and aircare helicopters...<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBwDSPe7QI/AAAAAAAABLw/ucWHLB3YlNg/s1600-h/DSC_3120.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBwDSPe7QI/AAAAAAAABLw/ucWHLB3YlNg/s320/DSC_3120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377421156819070210" /></a><br />Isn't this the best fun-face ever?!?<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBwCyx1WcI/AAAAAAAABLo/0gA75sSnu5I/s1600-h/CSC_3139.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqBwCyx1WcI/AAAAAAAABLo/0gA75sSnu5I/s320/CSC_3139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377421148373211586" /></a><br /><br />Here's to a great weekend...Be safe and be happy!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqByfWWTT3I/AAAAAAAABMg/5gpgnFlA3MM/s1600-h/DSC_3057.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqByfWWTT3I/AAAAAAAABMg/5gpgnFlA3MM/s320/DSC_3057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377423837981003634" /></a><br /><br />PS<br />There is one (USA) cousin missing...Miss Kayla seems to be at the age to be avoiding cameras...we love you, too Kayla! Stop sneaking away from my camera!<br /><br />OH WAIT!!! Here is miss Pretty, now!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqHKz-CURtI/AAAAAAAABNI/T4IOlTZrsPo/s1600-h/DSC_2528.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SqHKz-CURtI/AAAAAAAABNI/T4IOlTZrsPo/s320/DSC_2528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377802424231937746" /></a>molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-82041520696337482892009-08-24T19:57:00.009-04:002009-08-24T22:02:36.917-04:00First Grade Instructions<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SpMx_tvgr0I/AAAAAAAABLg/0_OS61LQs-c/s1600-h/DSC_2648.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SpMx_tvgr0I/AAAAAAAABLg/0_OS61LQs-c/s320/DSC_2648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373693751063523138" /></a><br /><br />Jack will be starting first grade in a few days. The first year of all day school. I could post about how sad I am going to be when he is gone, but quite frankly I JUST CAN'T wait! Of course I will miss him like crazy, but at this point we are bored silly with this non-summerlike-summer and it is in BOTH of our best interests that he start soon!<br /><br />So on his first day of "all day" school I'll be sending some instructions for his teacher (May God bless you, lucky lady...)<br /><br />1. I practiced my reading, sight words and numbers all summer. I was really good at it until my Mom turned lazy about July 20th.<br /><br />2. I can't quite be bothered to color in the lines, but give me a pen and paper and I will draw you the intricate inner workings of an F-18 fighter jet, the Millenium Falcon or (FDNY)27 Truck.<br /><br />3. Don't get too close to me when I am playing with cars, jets, firetrucks, etc. I tend to spit on people when I make shooting, zooming, spraying sounds. I blame it on the loose teeth. I mean no harm. Remind me I am spitting on people, please.<br /><br />4. I have ants in my pants. Really. I do. Can't help it.<br /><br />5. When I am tired and can't take anymore reading my eyes cross a little and I zone out a lot. My tongue also sticks out and my feet turn in (even more then usual) and I fall a lot. <br /><br />6. I am having a hard time believing that I will like all day school. I'm gonna miss my Mom a lot, and she is gonna miss me more. I may need a hug but please remember that I'll be too embarrassed to ask.<br /><br />7. Even when I am trying your patience, not listening or just being a brat, please remember that I am really trying hard to be good (most of the time, anyway...but in my defense, I AM a daydreamer from the old-school) <br /><br />8. I may be 100% boy through and through, but I have a sensitive soul and a great big heart, so please take very good care of me, OK? My Mom doesn't trust me with just anyone...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SpMxOkPBegI/AAAAAAAABLI/grbrXqa5iks/s1600-h/DSC_2490.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SpMxOkPBegI/AAAAAAAABLI/grbrXqa5iks/s320/DSC_2490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373692906697751042" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SpMxOXXXISI/AAAAAAAABLA/8nzMB_or6nQ/s1600-h/DSC_3113a.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SpMxOXXXISI/AAAAAAAABLA/8nzMB_or6nQ/s320/DSC_3113a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373692903243063586" /></a>molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-51609546783019752532009-08-10T22:01:00.004-04:002009-08-10T22:49:58.306-04:00R.I.P. Spideymanpegram CrabJack recently adopted a hermit crab (on our vacation to Ocean City) and gave him a most original name. <br />Hermit crabs are supposed to be hardy little pets, so we thought it would be a good pet for him. He was very excited to bring him home and was very dutiful about giving him food and water, although I may have seen Spideymanpegram chucked into a cup of water instead of the "gentle dipping" that you are supposed to provide a few times a week...and there was the fall from the bathroom sink (which he walked away from)...oh, and the run in with the cat..<br /><br />Anyway, where was I?<br /><br />Oh, yes...THE SMELL!!<br />So I went in the bathroom (where Spideymanpegram sleeps because crabs are nocturnal and noisy scraping around in their rocks) and thought to myself, "whew! Must have left a ripe pullup in here!" <br />Nope. Garbage can empty. <br />But there sat poor little Spideymanpegram on his sponge where we left him, um, 2 days ago. And he was officially DOA. I got the tweezers out and poked at him to be sure. And he fell out of his shell. Meanwhile Jack wandered into the bathroom and said, "MOOOOOM! It smells like stinky diapers in here!" I then had to tell him SMP was gone and we had to flush him. <br /><br />Jack: MOOOOOOM! You can't just put God's animals in the potty. Me and Riley poop in there! Can we just make him a marker in the yard?<br /><br />Me: "uhhhhh (thinking...it IS a little thing, no big shovel involved) OK, baby. You are right. Lets go out back and we will properly bury him."<br /><br />Jack: Curled up on his bed crying.....Momentarily unavailable for comment... <br />"OH, COOL! Can I get daddy's BIG shovel?" (quick mourning period)<br /><br />We opted for my little shovel and Jack scooped a little hole.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SoDSQIFhahI/AAAAAAAABKw/cd8Mh4VsmZs/s1600-h/DSC_3148.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SoDSQIFhahI/AAAAAAAABKw/cd8Mh4VsmZs/s320/DSC_3148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368521930316016146" /></a><br /><br /><br />Jack gave a sweet little eulogy and then dropped SMP into his hole. The cat will most likely dig it up this evening. That thing is stinky!<br />Weird photo. It was swampy humid today...my camera fogged up.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SoDSQtO4g-I/AAAAAAAABK4/UkMsIebSDTQ/s1600-h/DSC_3150.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SoDSQtO4g-I/AAAAAAAABK4/UkMsIebSDTQ/s320/DSC_3150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368521940287390690" /></a><br /><br />Jack asked God to make sure Spidey went to a "nice room" because even if he pinched you he didn't mean it because that's how he protects himself. And he was a REALLY nice crab. (and maybe THAT's why my camera was foggy...sniff)<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SoDSPz4VtHI/AAAAAAAABKo/ciN5btjlNI0/s1600-h/DSC_3152.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SoDSPz4VtHI/AAAAAAAABKo/ciN5btjlNI0/s320/DSC_3152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368521924892013682" /></a><br /><br />His grave marker is a hand crafted rain gauge (Thank you Lowe's saturday AM projects)and the funeral was also attended by the sister who decided it was "thsooo hot, can we juthst have popthichles?"<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SoDSPrOfN6I/AAAAAAAABKg/5dEpGvabjR4/s1600-h/DSC_3159.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SoDSPrOfN6I/AAAAAAAABKg/5dEpGvabjR4/s320/DSC_3159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368521922568992674" /></a>molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-82884148088878512792009-08-07T16:59:00.003-04:002009-08-07T21:16:46.433-04:00Ocean City BoardwalkOcean City has a great boardwalk filled with the traditional fun...amusement park, caramel corn, t-shirt shops and mini-golf to name a few.<br />We stay on the opposite end of the boardwalk where it is quiet and peaceful(my IDEAL vacation) and I hope this doesn't qualify me for the meanest mom in the world, but if I could I'd stay away from the "carnival" end of the boardwalk if I could. Steve takes Jack every AM to play mini-golf and we do one family night and thankfully...that's all the excitement I have to take :) <br />The kids LOVE the rides. Obviously from these pictures, one of them likes it better than the other.<br /><br />"Uh...Not so sure about this.." <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SnyW_Zwut1I/AAAAAAAABKI/LMTJFtIe2sc/s1600-h/DSC_2685.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SnyW_Zwut1I/AAAAAAAABKI/LMTJFtIe2sc/s320/DSC_2685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367330871909988178" /></a><br /><br />"No, really...Hello??? Anyone??? Can I get some help, here???"<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SnyW_ruzANI/AAAAAAAABKQ/vNv5_D5qtSc/s1600-h/DSC_2686.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SnyW_ruzANI/AAAAAAAABKQ/vNv5_D5qtSc/s320/DSC_2686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367330876733718738" /></a><br /><br />Wheeeee!!!!!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SnyXdFmhWoI/AAAAAAAABKY/4nwmWKdq91c/s1600-h/DSC_2703.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SnyXdFmhWoI/AAAAAAAABKY/4nwmWKdq91c/s320/DSC_2703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367331381894535810" /></a><br /><br />Not sure why, but my kids are oddly obsessed with "Mr. Taffy" He is a boardwalk icon and you would think the kids met Elvis...or Michael Jackson...anyway...<br />we even have a 3 ft tall Mr. Taffy (Um...thank you Oogah???) that lives in Jack's room (and apparently comes alive at night and tells stories)<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SnyW_KlT0QI/AAAAAAAABKA/5zGvTZKHpeQ/s1600-h/DSC_2674.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SnyW_KlT0QI/AAAAAAAABKA/5zGvTZKHpeQ/s320/DSC_2674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367330867835556098" /></a><br /><br />Jack liked the ride but was mad when daddy wouldn't pass up and/or crash into the other cars. I'll admit he gets his "aggressive" driving style (read: road rage) honestly from his Mama... <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SnyW-hiZfYI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Gp2K651Dxw/s1600-h/DSC_2659.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/SnyW-hiZfYI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Gp2K651Dxw/s320/DSC_2659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367330856817491330" /></a><br /><br />Thanks for letting us share our vacation with you. It was a wonderful time that we look forward to all year, then it zooms by in minutes. Just how vacations should be, and just how memories are made!molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912182663547007619.post-18661570129340891882009-07-28T22:19:00.006-04:002009-07-28T22:49:14.121-04:00Evolution of the Family PictureOn our vacation we had dinner on the bay. It was a beautiful evening and when I saw Steve and riley walking along the shore I had to gather the troops for a family picture. (thanks <a href="http://www.babyboybean.blogspot.com">Amy</a> for your photo skillz...) <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-yrsUH7NI/AAAAAAAABIM/-OqXgH8-GkM/s1600-h/DSC_2589.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-yrsUH7NI/AAAAAAAABIM/-OqXgH8-GkM/s320/DSC_2589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363702144921234642" /></a><br /><br />C'mon buddy, I will hold your shells...really quick...lets go!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-z4uq7B-I/AAAAAAAABJI/UNWg6GE7_MQ/s1600-h/DSC_2604.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-z4uq7B-I/AAAAAAAABJI/UNWg6GE7_MQ/s320/DSC_2604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363703468403656674" /></a><br /><br />LOOK AT THE CAMERA! <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-yrx0YuuI/AAAAAAAABIU/ZSYNbTRYtbk/s1600-h/DSC_2595.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-yrx0YuuI/AAAAAAAABIU/ZSYNbTRYtbk/s320/DSC_2595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363702146398730978" /></a><br /><br />Put the seajunk down!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-ysWJdvQI/AAAAAAAABIc/xZ3fGu-bbcc/s1600-h/DSC_2598.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-ysWJdvQI/AAAAAAAABIc/xZ3fGu-bbcc/s320/DSC_2598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363702156150816002" /></a><br /><br />I said, LOOK AT THE CAMERA!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-zEnQJPDI/AAAAAAAABI0/nqx4A15783k/s1600-h/DSC_2608.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-zEnQJPDI/AAAAAAAABI0/nqx4A15783k/s320/DSC_2608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363702573059095602" /></a><br /><br />If you were cool like us, you would have worn sunglasses and wouldn't have to squint...<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-zFDMF-uI/AAAAAAAABI8/a5l9qT3LTbg/s1600-h/DSC_2609.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-zFDMF-uI/AAAAAAAABI8/a5l9qT3LTbg/s320/DSC_2609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363702580558297826" /></a><br /><br />Finally! BTW...What's up with my pose? Dork.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-ysuOmLWI/AAAAAAAABIk/knbdPvuWfnQ/s1600-h/DSC_2599.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lng32pDYy5Y/Sm-ysuOmLWI/AAAAAAAABIk/knbdPvuWfnQ/s320/DSC_2599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363702162614791522" /></a>molliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830159426778794612noreply@blogger.com5