tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462033872720139972024-03-13T01:04:13.911-07:00Little Boys Blue and Now Pink Too!Snips, snails and hunting tales and whatever a little girl is made of.Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-37439001484078310812009-06-01T14:08:00.000-07:002009-09-14T13:24:02.510-07:00Firsts: Baseball Games and Lost TeethWe have had an eventful few days. Friday was Mr. N's first baseball game. He had a lot of fun and it was entertaining watching teams of 7 year <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">old</span> kids play ball. It was cute and provided lots of entertainment. We haven't really been into all the extracurricular activities. They seem to take so much out of the time we want to be at home just us. We thought we would give it a shot this year, so we will see how it all goes. <div><br /></div><div>Now, Mr. I has had a loose tooth for about............3 weeks. I am not exaggerating it has been nearly 3 weeks. Yesterday I noticed it was REALLY loose, like not sure how it is still in there loose, but it was still hanging on. Reminds me of how we try to hang on to the things, refusing to let them go. Anyway, that tooth just wasn't ready to let go (at least not in Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I's</span> eyes). This morning I told him to show his tooth to daddy and Matthew just pushed on it, to see how far it would go back and it fell right out. I have never seen such excitement. Mr. N cried, it was traumatic. Mr. I is singing songs and wanting to tell the world. I had to announce it on F<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">acebook</span>. Oh, brother!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>So enjoy the pictures and I will try to do better at keeping everyone updated!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh49kWP9pUI9f4W2xSA6NwMpwEjuwBNai1hkzHC7uIaX-alhz_cqGO4VytL05-toD9kMmOwQKM43alaxthPe_vLEFpvU-q6RgDJxbwRlQzFX3wIj100p5ZV7xmRuo0vkjRXLXHXgTzIaM/s1600-h/01+8.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/AVvXsEgh49kWP9pUI9f4W2xSA6NwMpwEjuwBNai1hkzHC7uIaX-alhz_cqGO4VytL05-toD9kMmOwQKM43alaxthPe_vLEFpvU-q6RgDJxbwRlQzFX3wIj100p5ZV7xmRuo0vkjRXLXHXgTzIaM/s320/01+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342473476245973170" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3BVC93lydp1GbYOEFU3IcLM3aPwMk_6mnAY8r1KwqAuTgAga5oY7MH9ybKloLiT18iNDc0z1sRuR8t6-0JYo8Axj3OhGhiXMXMB72qq53W-UGjjH43Kg2-X4XE-hMzwow1hl_2-K8IXY/s1600-h/01+12.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/AVvXsEi3BVC93lydp1GbYOEFU3IcLM3aPwMk_6mnAY8r1KwqAuTgAga5oY7MH9ybKloLiT18iNDc0z1sRuR8t6-0JYo8Axj3OhGhiXMXMB72qq53W-UGjjH43Kg2-X4XE-hMzwow1hl_2-K8IXY/s320/01+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342473472521053250" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3rmFNaS5Bsw57WvwY1jLjJsPkGeEG8sLEWZ1XIup9Aj1cMFBQxY_d52f7qMusD6yqtOxXjesx93Wsrhj7jUYSC0jogQ7jw94B4h_J-Zg1SABiuKG9HI8_gGHT87dWq54iUzIji8y9riU/s1600-h/01+10.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/AVvXsEh3rmFNaS5Bsw57WvwY1jLjJsPkGeEG8sLEWZ1XIup9Aj1cMFBQxY_d52f7qMusD6yqtOxXjesx93Wsrhj7jUYSC0jogQ7jw94B4h_J-Zg1SABiuKG9HI8_gGHT87dWq54iUzIji8y9riU/s320/01+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342473469336533506" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZn-lco2RtJ8q2-G7E7I90zZkeDy1ptwkPD4PhwSH3mjs3hBZiVfD-VuxZuOrl_ee_H6rijdb_1SQisCe4dSqvRWKmiDkxlAuVJVagCb75sW3HV_Rjn16_B1i5KqA7-RJH5-1asKdqnhE/s1600-h/01+1.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/AVvXsEjZn-lco2RtJ8q2-G7E7I90zZkeDy1ptwkPD4PhwSH3mjs3hBZiVfD-VuxZuOrl_ee_H6rijdb_1SQisCe4dSqvRWKmiDkxlAuVJVagCb75sW3HV_Rjn16_B1i5KqA7-RJH5-1asKdqnhE/s320/01+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342473459908650546" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngguMbhvNhdJqxxO0pPlzd9q062AExQOFb9ZtW45wCuKGE-g6BKFuoM6aj_PwDd8FNikA8hN-ie6voJ8n0V9oH1XJ03TDjyT7qz3tSLOsqqtvp-oyWNarEd4pm5etu9GjX4tgNbrMbQs/s1600-h/01+5.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/AVvXsEhngguMbhvNhdJqxxO0pPlzd9q062AExQOFb9ZtW45wCuKGE-g6BKFuoM6aj_PwDd8FNikA8hN-ie6voJ8n0V9oH1XJ03TDjyT7qz3tSLOsqqtvp-oyWNarEd4pm5etu9GjX4tgNbrMbQs/s320/01+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342473453527577794" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-21911106052758271622009-04-12T18:38:00.000-07:002009-04-12T19:00:29.562-07:00Easter PicturesI know people, 2 posts in one day! You are all about to fall out of your seats. It's okay, I WON'T be making a habit of it. I just wanted to post a few random pictures of our Easter around here.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwRBtHRgwuzK_VBaBFZyJkzPyXGfqCiTjsZ1dUtpRhZ25_w2j4YKPOwYN5f7BE9jrV6qJ_2Z23QDGei6YRRGJz8H6G-OZhpebOoSiPUEhFVDSBwToC7OmSNLd4nnpzR717DxgIV4AYHg/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323988339475516338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwRBtHRgwuzK_VBaBFZyJkzPyXGfqCiTjsZ1dUtpRhZ25_w2j4YKPOwYN5f7BE9jrV6qJ_2Z23QDGei6YRRGJz8H6G-OZhpebOoSiPUEhFVDSBwToC7OmSNLd4nnpzR717DxgIV4AYHg/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5EwxcX3FMphXOShemqRxq17kKKSLr0uOD2YSnSBP3-6f8iadUNLw1CHXnElMCQNBQXVbI5zGHJJR-tVwChyphenhyphenD8jF5G1innrz0621rPnOOGzvywh4dZx4fEli8aynu8pqToEVpANlMpLw/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323988334952537154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5EwxcX3FMphXOShemqRxq17kKKSLr0uOD2YSnSBP3-6f8iadUNLw1CHXnElMCQNBQXVbI5zGHJJR-tVwChyphenhyphenD8jF5G1innrz0621rPnOOGzvywh4dZx4fEli8aynu8pqToEVpANlMpLw/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" border="0" /></a> He (Lil Mr. N) was so upset that someone might take his peep.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDpE_uC_eVLGJ7vQhm3UQqvmyt-MxXdFBFcsvP1Me9wr3KUekzex3_wfPUWZirvzwGddnGCEFdBu73Sd_Yr_wlQdS3PraGxvD_NKk570B6lS371cxoAo0V1nXYphBJiYTlugI8TYRLhc/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323988327820732210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDpE_uC_eVLGJ7vQhm3UQqvmyt-MxXdFBFcsvP1Me9wr3KUekzex3_wfPUWZirvzwGddnGCEFdBu73Sd_Yr_wlQdS3PraGxvD_NKk570B6lS371cxoAo0V1nXYphBJiYTlugI8TYRLhc/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" /></a>This would be the "Sugar Crash".<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjck-IqnJWKBxQyoL5spH1b6ruA0UzfmvUwIRsG64ce9Q7YCuj9xUK-MzmudHPwEUNo5yvurBYwwd7LmHE21FZCoF5EFGC-suti60poQPh3nEoe-63ZpZYFvXrGf_5y1hXAyUwZMkbA1AY/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323988326662971410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjck-IqnJWKBxQyoL5spH1b6ruA0UzfmvUwIRsG64ce9Q7YCuj9xUK-MzmudHPwEUNo5yvurBYwwd7LmHE21FZCoF5EFGC-suti60poQPh3nEoe-63ZpZYFvXrGf_5y1hXAyUwZMkbA1AY/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" border="0" /></a> He is like his momma, he loves him some peeps.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJWADKz6pe7eEQ3rD2HWG39oCrOj4WelwgEBrxmPtbuKYd46Gj3s8b8TLnvlSfbLuck1sSFX5JFTEEMnlLQl2uiGijbNZp6-fO_nwPTqOwBjFpI9xGNovtQ1XuZ8guD3EqQm6D5u_N4K8/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323988323555551362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJWADKz6pe7eEQ3rD2HWG39oCrOj4WelwgEBrxmPtbuKYd46Gj3s8b8TLnvlSfbLuck1sSFX5JFTEEMnlLQl2uiGijbNZp6-fO_nwPTqOwBjFpI9xGNovtQ1XuZ8guD3EqQm6D5u_N4K8/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, that's me indulging in some peepness.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC6zTlt9P1NZA7rpLbjUVL_FdbkSLHWp6FMlbCKhPGKdMFEHxYaIKguZC5no1spFImL4E5uRJ6DvaCmGTQphddhMVnHVkATldGEiRg8X7Qhl6xM1uT3MLgEyzAef9cYJVbGy_y-etRoTM/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323985971838593010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC6zTlt9P1NZA7rpLbjUVL_FdbkSLHWp6FMlbCKhPGKdMFEHxYaIKguZC5no1spFImL4E5uRJ6DvaCmGTQphddhMVnHVkATldGEiRg8X7Qhl6xM1uT3MLgEyzAef9cYJVbGy_y-etRoTM/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" /></a> Care to tango?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPwEXA-zMBEfY3LnElpWfb0L9v7e5QVRNPz3De8bVAoYU9P7nNHHes1mSGmE1ZnfjvNhV71r461RILK9yadThSfaa3ahVSXgb-s47tuQMi0wVJT8OEnEraso1Gd7YPJlZbGDTpVVrMZJw/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323985966159535218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPwEXA-zMBEfY3LnElpWfb0L9v7e5QVRNPz3De8bVAoYU9P7nNHHes1mSGmE1ZnfjvNhV71r461RILK9yadThSfaa3ahVSXgb-s47tuQMi0wVJT8OEnEraso1Gd7YPJlZbGDTpVVrMZJw/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-29228701379402857372009-04-12T15:07:00.000-07:002009-04-12T15:28:38.612-07:00Oh, How the Time Flies ByI started blogging so that I could have great stories to share with my boys when they grew up, about all the adventures they had taken. I started journaling with all of them the moment I found out I was pregnant. I was always so hit and miss so I thought blogging would be easier and I would be able to find the time to keep up with all their cute sayings, stories and "mis"adventures. As you all can see, I have been doing a superb job (note the sarcasm). It has been nearly a month since my last post. I apologize. So, in that way time flies.<br /><br />Another way the time flies is when you have moments with your children and realize how grown up they have all the sudden become. Mr. N didn't want his picture with the Easter Bunny (not a big surprise since we don't really do the whole Easter Bunny, Santa Claus hoopla). Still, is was the look on his face like "Mom, are you serious?".<br /><br />Then for Easter he drew a 3-phase diagram of the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus. He is also turning out to be quite the artist. After we had our Easter festivities (one of which included an Easter Egg Hunt, not done by Matthew or I but done by none other than Mr. N) he decided he had the perfect Easter movie. <br /><br />He gets the movie out, trying to make it a surprise for everyone and trying to challenge us all to guess why it would be a good Easter movie. I am not sure if he didn't think I would figure it out or if he just wanted to tell me his great revelation. "Mom, we are going to watch Narnia. You know, because Aslan dies and comes back to life. Isn't that a good Easter movie mom." I have to admit the tears welled up. There is just something about your child grasping something so great and knowing in his heart and head what it means. It isn't just a story, it means something. He is such an amazing young man. His insight never ceases to amaze me.<br /><br />There is our Easter story. We have spent the past week celebrating His (Jesus) triumphal entry, mourning His gruesome death and finding hope in the empty tomb. Enjoy the song I have posted below.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FsgwfliQoqg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FsgwfliQoqg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />"Then bursting forth in glorious day, up from the grave He arose again". WOW! Amazing words. In a time when so many people feel lost, will you take a moment to share with them the HOPE there is in the resurrection of our Lord and Savior? May God bless you this Easter. <br /><br />He has RISEN, He has risen INDEED!!!Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-10116476021292836892009-03-17T20:02:00.000-07:002009-03-17T20:13:40.919-07:00Random, Random Everywhere But Nothing That Makes SenseJust a few random thoughts to bestow upon my avid readers.<br /><br />1. Why is it that a one year old will insist on wearing a winter stocking hat in 78 degree weather?<br /><br />Lil Mr. N loves going outside. He will bring you his shoes and coat. Then he will precede to bring you, your shoes and coat. All the while trying with everything in him to let you know he WANTS TO GO OUTSIDE. I was already planning on some outdoor fun, so I got everyone ready to go. Lil Mr. N is on the verge of a meltdown. His is frantically looking for something and I kept telling him, "Buddy, we are going outside". He just keeps whining. So I finish grabbing the stroller, keys, cell phone, etc and head towards the door. He comes running up to me with his superman winter cap. I told him we didn't need it because it wasn't cold outside. He didn't care. I kept telling let's just go outside. By this time his is about ready to throw himself to the floor. He can smell the spring air and it is killing him. So........I put the hat on.............and we head outside. People it is nearly 80 degrees outside. What will people think? I let him play for a minute and then with bated breath I gently pulled it right off his tiny, little head. Wait for it........wait for it.... nope not a thing. He was so over the hat, he was outside.<br /><br />2. You know you are out of shape and possibly on the other side of 30 when you take your children to the park, and they insist you climb the monkey bars, and when you finally heave yourself across (even though your arms and inner elbows are now burning with pain) you look down to see....................of yes.....................I have managed to pop NUMEROUS tiny, little blood vessels right in the bend of my elbow. LOVELY!<br /><br />These have been random thoughts with Chandra. Stay tuned next time for more...................randomness.Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-25640293042239289172009-03-14T15:35:00.000-07:002009-03-14T16:11:25.009-07:00Our New HouseI know I promised pictures like a month ago and I am sorry it has taken me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">so</span> very long. Remember I am not the photographer in the family. Only a few of the pictures I took turned out (if you can even say they turned out, their pretty bad). This is all I have for now. Consider this your appetizer. <br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313177907425437186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYYWLD5J9pHyNTw3kkcp4cOAtQGDYJ1mr8Hh8sWYbDeiHtQyt5YK_qRtBpt5NKi5YD17JbVB_ItnHSZTYRJ2yyijTQx-q9unZN7pVsOBHjKceTqFHsN57r2tI6KcG_6G_y5bay5P2Kc8/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"> Here is the outside of the house.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313177911889049874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0vywd5iqSpXCC3Z4i_glQndR_qtfkmS0n4Gt2x4mxKOBkKiyI3rLuy099mrbhkcaQCecruOpvC-7kHbPqJPbyW97zxH-K4Q9gHzYkhrTQrkgeOYesIfzRC9VPlsvdso_cC9pRYutYljs/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" />Here is the formal living room (with Mr. N and Lil Mr. N).</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313177918616760802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjAW7HacIPZbeMK4eCdrB2tqSDL_MvwFaqYZMuph8wChwWyNs8kpMaN_u34OIJGU6mp9euOmF9H6K-oWwmQQY6njdg-nLXwPgeLyVPY0ev8-QVj2Wm8ITJJiVkJGtq2I3apknGRgtO_fI/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" />Here is the dining room off the formal living room.</p><p align="left">We have a family room/den, an eat-in kitchen, two bedrooms and two baths on the main floor. There are two more bedrooms and a bath upstairs, plus we have a full partially finished basement. We feel so blessed to have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">so</span> much room and look forward to housing our family and friends when they come to visit. Which I am sure they will!?!?!?!?</p><p align="left">P.S. Mrs. H.J., when are you going to have that baby?<br /></p>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-13084735672812646082009-03-09T08:15:00.000-07:002009-03-09T08:33:04.556-07:00Church in a BasementI pray this finds everyone well and for those of you back in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hillsboro</span>, know that I miss you all (terribly) and pray for you all regularly.<br /><br />I woke up yesterday morning (many times, that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">stinkin</span>' time change), made breakfast, showered, woke my brood of boys, fed them and hiked over to Church. The temperature outside was wonderful, a little on the breezy side but wonderful. <br /><br />We settled into the pew, same exact pew as we have been sitting in ALL MONTH LONG. Mr. N, apparently, is a creature of habit. We have been trying to break the mold, cycle of sitting in the same spot. However, it seems like every week when we walk in there is always the same exact spot open. Our plan.......get there earlier and pick whatever spot we want. OH, but NO, Mr. N. wants to sit in HIS spot. "I like that spot, that is where I want to sit", he says to me. So, for the sake of not creating "issues" (I think you know what I mean by issues) I "graciously" let him lead the way into "our" pew. <br /><br />Okay, back to my story. We were getting into communion time and Lil' Mr. N. had decided he had had enough. So, I "discretely" excused myself to the cry room. Matthew started his sermon and I settled in to hear him via the speaker. About 15 minutes or so into the sermon I hear this howling noise. It took me only a second to realize what it was, me being wired to hear tornado sirens at a moments notice (even ones that aren't going off). I hustled out of the nursery to make sure Matthew had heard them and try to help everyone downstairs. <br /><br />Now, we could have all just hunkered down and waited for the storm to pass, but we didn't. Chairs were set up in the basement fellowship hall and Matthew finished his sermon downstairs. He is kind of like the post office, I suppose. He will preach not matter the weather. <br /><br />Just some thoughts to leave you with today. Where do you go in the storms of your life? Will continue on with your purpose when the storm comes or will you hunker down, waiting it out?Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-73101995882218715962009-03-05T09:52:00.000-08:002009-03-05T10:48:14.766-08:00In the Blink of an EyeIt is so crazy how fast kids grow. It is also a little crazy how moms find humor in things. Matthew so did not think this was funny. But I thought Lil' Mr. N just looked absolutely adorable. He discovered today how to blink his eyes and just got the biggest kick out of it. Of course, by the time I got the phone out to record him, he didn't really want to show off anymore. I finally got him to do it again. So, if you don't find this adorable it is okay. They say love is blind. I am just trying to cherish every moment because they will be grown and out of the house in the blink of an eye. Enjoy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyBL77PFTs8Vn-sN3Rr84UJzzKV9xjmLIbSXYnmSnDbljlgboUa_G-fAVtIQHfjMeae9VtM0a_QD0-9s4Z-Xw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-64567265871863552852009-02-09T08:54:00.001-08:002009-02-09T09:19:38.608-08:00Are You There?Yes folks, I am still here. I realize it has been months since my last post and I apologize. I am sure you have all anticipated everyday, "Will this be the day Chandra posts". Sorry for the repeated disappointments you have all had to endure. The past few months have been full of excitement and new adventures. In my defense I only got online when I was over at my mom's house. <br />January brought about a new job, house and town. While I had to say goodbye to family and friends, I have gotten to say hello to a new Church eager to grow and I am excited to be here for the ride.<br /><br />Today, I finally have a little down time(well I am making down time because after all, it is my birthday) and, after 2 years, I have high speed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Internet</span>. So ladies (and gentlemen, if I have any gentlemen readers) hold on tight because I am back in the...............BLOGGING WORLD.<br /><br />My post today is 30 things about me. Not because this is my 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> post or my 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> day here or my 30 time I have told the kids to QUIT RUNNING IN THE HOUSE but because today is........<br /><br /><div align="center">MY 30TH BIRTHDAY</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">So here goes..................30 things about me (this may be a big mistake) in random order.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">1. I was born in Illinois.</div><div align="left">2. I lived in Africa for 3 years.</div><div align="left">3. I have 2 brothers.</div><div align="left">4. I have 1 sister.</div><div align="left">5. I have 22 nieces and nephews.</div><div align="left">6. I am a nurse.</div><div align="left">7. I am a mom.</div><div align="left">8. I am a wife.</div><div align="left">9. I love chocolate chip cookies.</div><div align="left">10. I have amazing parents who have taught me so much and live lives I want to emulate.</div><div align="left">11. I have siblings both natural and married ones who have encouraged me on my journey.</div><div align="left">12. I turn 30 tonight at 11:59 pm.</div><div align="left">13. I was born in a matter of 40 minutes (your welcome mom).</div><div align="left">14. I was a cheerleader and track athlete in high school.</div><div align="left">15. I am a child of the King.</div><div align="left">16. I am a preacher's wife (as of 2 1/2 weeks ago).</div><div align="left">17. I love (as hard as it is some times) helping those who have lost a baby.</div><div align="left">18. I love the color lavender.</div><div align="left">19. I love school.</div><div align="left">20. I like to make people laugh.</div><div align="left">21. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">home school</span> and love it.</div><div align="left">22. I only have 7 more things to come up with about me.</div><div align="left">23. I still have the very first car I bought on my own.</div><div align="left">24. I like to ride bikes.</div><div align="left">25. I like to be outdoors.</div><div align="left">26. I love to sing.</div><div align="left">27. I love to read.</div><div align="left">28. I broke my leg when I was 7.</div><div align="left">29. I believe God has a plan for our lives and wants to see others come to know Him.</div><div align="left">30. I have 3 living boys and a baby who has gone to be with his Heavenly Father.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Sorry, you had to endure all 30 of those. I am working on getting pictures and videos up of the house for all of you to see. For now, have a blessed day and I will post more another day.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-82196486897540215092008-11-25T15:49:00.000-08:002008-11-25T16:09:45.839-08:00I Have Been TaggedI’ve been tagged! I am still new to all this bloggy business but I thought this would be fun to try. Hopefully, I do it right. I love the holidays so this tag should be fun, I love to hear everyone's holiday story. Here are the rules:<br /><br />1. Post the rules on your blog.<br />2. Fill out the questions below<br />3. Tag 5-7 people at the end of your post.<br />4. Pass on the tag. Have FUN!!<br /><br />1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?<br />Hot Chocolate with mini marshmallows.<br /><br />2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?<br />Wraps them - not very well, mind you.<br /><br />3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?<br />That is a toss up. There is such elegance to just white lights but the Christmas just speaks color to me.<br /><br />4. Do you hang mistletoe?<br />No, as Mr. N would say, “That’s gross” (kissing that is).<br /><br />5. When do you put your decorations up?<br />Usually the day after Thanksgiving, however our tiny apartment doesn’t allow too much room for a tree so we will have to enjoy everyone else’s tree.<br /><br />6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?<br />Stuffing and homemade rolls (actually any rolls, I am a carbaholic).<br /><br />7. Favorite holiday memory as a child:<br />Decorating the tree with my family.<br /><br />8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?<br />I don’t recall, I don’t really ever remember believing in him but I am sure I did. We had a lot of fictious characters leave presents for us over the years.<br /><br />9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?<br />Yes -just one.<br /><br />10. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree?<br />Our tree is covered with anything and everything. You name it, it is probably on our tree.<br /><br />11. Snow! Love it or Dread it?<br />Love it, love it, love it!!!!!!<br /><br />12. Can you ice skate?Y<br />Yes, I guess, I do love it of course I have only been once or twice, but it was soooo much fun.<br /><br />13. Do you remember your favorite gift?<br />There have been so many that each held a special meaning to me. I can’t really narrow it down.<br /><br />14. What is the most important thing about the Holidays for you?<br />I have to ditto Heather’s response, "Remembering and celebrating the birth of our Savior and spending time with the family. Making great memories."<br /><br />15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?<br />Pumpkin Pie, I cannot get enough.<br /><br />16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?<br />Games especially Scrabble.<br /><br />17. What tops your tree?<br />Usually a star.<br /><br />18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving?<br />Giving for sure, it is way more fun.<br /><br />19. What is your favorite Christmas Song?<br />I pretty much love almost all Christmas music but so far Chicago’s Christmas Album is my favorite.<br /><br />20. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum?<br />YUCK!!!<br /><br />21. What do you want for Christmas?<br />A free standing mixer, camera or a keyboard.<br /><br />22. Do you attend an annual Christmas Party?<br />No, other than the party going on with the extended fam.<br /><br />23. Do you dress up on Christmas or wear PJs?<br />PJ’s.<br /><br />24. Do you own a santa hat?<br />No<br /><br />25. Who do you normally spend Christmas with?<br />I try to spend it just with the boys, but with all the family around that doesn’t usually last too long. They are up, opened all the presents and ready for more festivities before I even crawl out of bed (okay, I may be stretching that a little).<br /><br /><br />I tag: <a title="Hope" href="http://doubleaconnected.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jordan</a>, <a title="Bronwyn" href="http://twofrogsandaprincess-mandy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Mandy</a>, <a title="Ashley" href="http://howoneplusoneequalsfive-molly.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Molly</a>, <a title="Chandra" href="http://kristi-eileen.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Kristi,</a> <a href="http://micaiahnnicolae.blogspot.com/">Nicole</a>, <a href="http://ashbee05.blogspot.com/">Ashley</a> and <a href="http://adventuresofthestellhorns.blogspot.com/">Shannon</a>.Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-11537630040128964222008-11-14T13:08:00.000-08:002008-11-14T13:26:52.993-08:00Pictures - Make Me Say Ugh!I finally got the dear hubby pinned down to take some pictures of our kiddos. He is always doing everyone's pictures except ours. "Schedule me a day", he says. Haha! Very funny. Anyway, we decided to go out and try some pictures. Here is how the day went.....<br /><br />Lil Mr. N - extremely crabby because....well......it took longer than expected to get everyone dressed and out the door. All he wanted the WHOLE time was me. I don't like pictures, yet in order to make him happy I had to be with him in almost all of them. Yuck!<br /><br />The weather - temperature was great, wind was HORRIBLE!!!!!<br /><br />The big boys - apparently left their listening ears at home.<br /><br />The camera - oh yes the camera decided to quit working. Just one of many things in my life right now that have decided to throw in the towel and call it quits.<br /><br />Anyway, here are a few pictures from our fun, exciting day. We will have to schedule another appointment with daddy very soon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8TO-a3a3X-r4ZdVQdUl-XX1tA3o8_Zb_EBOYmbL4kbKmgbkFU1CqJPwxIlf6aGsMH3w_5r-Yc98vq1IrW4hZ_rHAz9vPdc1BvgNCZ_aWUGgHnPDTwXaGGDp2m6tQNeMhDG6bTaDkUEC8/s1600-h/246.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8TO-a3a3X-r4ZdVQdUl-XX1tA3o8_Zb_EBOYmbL4kbKmgbkFU1CqJPwxIlf6aGsMH3w_5r-Yc98vq1IrW4hZ_rHAz9vPdc1BvgNCZ_aWUGgHnPDTwXaGGDp2m6tQNeMhDG6bTaDkUEC8/s320/246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268625929367327666" border="0" /></a><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbgXnr6uUzTGSMJz8yHwSkwA9A4CaNy6CuNvUyCjYmixvApPe7ntZi7HTuOpz5EmFtpDAn0-nIXAlJMR3cUoAu3EOB1PGDN8pblLz-KT1LOI4II3PtCVVGuhSqR8xJmjfOxkXgyXmHjbU/s1600-h/245.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbgXnr6uUzTGSMJz8yHwSkwA9A4CaNy6CuNvUyCjYmixvApPe7ntZi7HTuOpz5EmFtpDAn0-nIXAlJMR3cUoAu3EOB1PGDN8pblLz-KT1LOI4II3PtCVVGuhSqR8xJmjfOxkXgyXmHjbU/s320/245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268625924133087282" border="0" /></a><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBK1N7yUJb8XTNMrZEYbXI1ojd5inCcC4KvAVOKytR2_UEnJgpJACKSFXCygdeuJlm_4_-MUX294G-oQbpPeuTaWltIPrRHN6H41B8BZyj_QUoo2XsiWT7IbF48rx-vSHxsPaWp_VNeY/s1600-h/244.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBK1N7yUJb8XTNMrZEYbXI1ojd5inCcC4KvAVOKytR2_UEnJgpJACKSFXCygdeuJlm_4_-MUX294G-oQbpPeuTaWltIPrRHN6H41B8BZyj_QUoo2XsiWT7IbF48rx-vSHxsPaWp_VNeY/s320/244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268625922229840242" border="0" /></a>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-28531428276712082732008-11-07T14:39:00.000-08:002008-11-07T14:59:40.057-08:00Harvest Festival - The Party of the YearMy husband and I aren't really into the whole Halloween thing. It just isn't something we want to celebrate. We want to enjoy the time of year and all that it brings. Pumpkins, hunting, harvesting, changing foliage, etc. So, 6 years ago one of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SILs</span> and myself decided we wanted something different. We came up with an idea (well actually my dear <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">SIL</span> had the idea from one she had attended) to provide an alternative to the traditional Halloween ghosts, goblins and such.<br /><div></div><br /><div>The event was held at our church and open to the whole <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">community</span>. We had game booths, pony rides, inflatable bounce house and slide, free food and a harvest of fun. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">SIL</span> was only around for the first year and everyone insisted that Harvest Fest become an annual event. Guess who took it upon herself to make sure that happen. You guessed it.......................ME. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Harvest Fest has been a true blessing in my life and I am very passionate about it. So, if any of you were wondering if I had fallen off the face of the earth no need to fret. Harvest Fest is over and I am actually among the land of the living once more. I have been knee deep in painting, building, decorating, sorting, counting, etc for the past month and have just managed to recoup some energy (and time) to get back to the blogging world. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I had intended on having more pictures for everyone but finding time to snap pictures when you are trying to oversee 60 volunteers and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">accommodate</span> over 300 parents and children doesn't leave much time for pictures. I had thought about sending dear hubby out to take pictures for me but I didn't even have time for that. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So for now I just have this one. Mr. N and Mr. I all decked out as their favorite characters (FYI: that would be pretty much anything from Star Wars). Thanks Aunt Kristi for the costumes, the boys loved them. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So have no fear I am back and blogging all about my many adventures with boys. Until next time, may the force be with you.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266053479294959106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2dP_QS5L1LuWhQSbDiiU5IPSg2XGJJwJdQwnxjOQeHHh9XLyW66g9OS1GtdKWf_DOxFpYeMnpfbrbpqjf_LWr1CjsmWZGYoow-97K9dJAUqbbKIEbk3P_KURzPUqX-Af-p7wzyk7wvI/s320/harvestfest08.jpg" border="0" /></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-56007326603828798632008-10-21T14:13:00.000-07:002008-10-21T14:27:23.957-07:00I am a Child of the 90'sOkay, so this blog here doesn't have to be ALL about my life with boys, right?!?!?!<br /><br />I finally had a moment today to take in a deep breath of fall air and....... it hit me. Do you know what month is almost here? If you said November, you were right.<br /><br />Do you know what happens in November? If you said Thanksgiving, you are technically correct but that isn't the event I'm talking about.<br /><br />I know you can hardly contain yourself. You are yelling at the computer screen right now, "Tell us Chandra WHAT IS IT?" Okay, I'll tell you.<br />Here goes............20 days........................................ until...................... St. Louis, MO............................... has..................................<br /><br />wait for it..........<br /><br />wait for it............<br /><br />NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK in concert. I know you just about fell out of your chair. It's okay. Don't pretend that there wasn't a part of you that got a little excited.<br /><br />So my girlfriends (you know who you are) get ready, get geared up because on November 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> Danny, Donnie, Jon, Jordan and Joey are going met the "mommies". We are going decked out in 90's formal attire. So, ladies, get gussied up and come have a blast with the past. Remember the countdown has begun.<br /><br /><em>Warning: This event is not for the faint hearted!!!!</em>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-71816575880671778772008-10-18T10:00:00.000-07:002008-10-18T10:14:52.166-07:00Seriously?!?!?!?!?I sat down to crash last night after a hectic past couple of days. Between trying to get everything finished for the Harvest Festival and taking my hubby to the ER to find out he has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cellulitis</span> in his knee, I have been a little busy.<br /><br />So as I sat down last night guess what I discovered. This is no joke. All I could say was, "Are you kidding me?"<br /><br />Are you ready?<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bluey</span>-Boy belly up on the bottom of the fish tank. We went years with 2 beta fish alive and flipping (figured they don't really kick) around. Now, we have lost 3 fish in a matter of a few months. Of course, there weren't any tears shed for this fish. If you wonder why you will have to read <a href="http://littleboysbluecrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-one-bites-dust.html">here</a>. Here are a few of my possible <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">scenarios</span> for why <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bluey</span>-Boy is no longer.<br /><br />1. He was lonely (not very likely, he was never easy to live with to begin with)<br /><br />2. He died of a guilty heart<br /><br />3. Noah ended up going through with his vengeful ideas<br /><br />4. We overfed him<br /><br />5. I am out of ideas. Maybe you have one to share.<br /><br />Leave me you scenario in the comment section.<br /><br />Well, off to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Wal</span>-Mart to find some more fish. Hopefully, we will find compatible ones.Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-77662842199684067632008-10-11T15:21:00.000-07:002008-10-11T15:35:39.614-07:00Another One Bites the DustNot a pleasant title for a not so pleasant post. While the boys were doing their chores this morning, Mr. N found a not so pleasant fish bottom up in the fish tank. Poor kid. This is the second fish he has lost in three months. <br /><br />As I mentioned this is a not so pleasant post. Mr. I also has a fish, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bluey</span>-Boy. So, to make matters worse it just so happens that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bluey</span>-Boy is the culprit. Yes, folks he killed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bluey</span>-Girl. He was chomping at her fins the other night and we thought they were just playing around. When we found her, she had NO FINS at all. Who would have thought? I mean they had been living together for over 3 months. What happened? <br /><br />The first thing from Mr. N's mouth was, "Well, now I know why they didn't have any babies together". We learned a lot about vengeance and forgiveness today. Mr. N felt like he should punish <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bluey</span>-Boy (not just punish for a time but punish until.... you know) because "he is a murderer". Very dramatic. Not sure where he gets that?!?<br /><br />Of course, now Mr. I wants a new fish also because he is traumatized that his fish is a "murderer". I knew male beta fish were aggressive with other males but the note on the female beta fish label had only this warning: "Do not put with a male unless ready to mate". Apparently we should have checked out match.com to make sure they were compatible. Oh well, you live and you learn. We learned "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Bluey</span>-Boy doesn't want any babies".Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-57228710127416856892008-10-02T12:37:00.000-07:002008-10-02T13:07:07.240-07:00Hunting, Harvest and Happy MommyI love everything about fall. Let me count the ways I love thee (fall).<br /><br />1. The weather - crisp, clean, perfect temperature (love is blind).<br /><br />2. The colors - changing leaves, apples, pumpkins, cornstalks, you get the idea.<br /><br />3. The quiet - boys playing outside for hours on end. Yes, I love watching them enjoy the outdoors and I love the quiet that provides. That and they sleep VERY WELL. I sent them out yesterday with their backpacks (full of snacks), hot cocoa and a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">walkie</span>-talkie. They felt like they were on quite the adventure. I love watching their eyes light up with excitement. They were like Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. <br /><br />4. The fun - mainly our church Harvest Festival. We have been doing this on Halloween night every year for the past six years and it has been a huge success. We invite the entire community. It is a night full of free fun. Games, candy, pony rides, inflatables, free food and fun, fun, fun. It is fun <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">y'all</span>.<br /><br />5. The deer - not me, but the boys do love hunting. I include this on my list because my husband loves deer hunting. I get excited for him in the fall because he gets to go out and do something for himself. No expectations, just him communing with nature and God. He always comes home happy and refreshed and that makes mommy happy. Happy wife, happy life.<br /><br />Well, I am sure I could come up with more, but for time's sake I will leave you with my top five. Have a blessed day and enjoy the season with me.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-68818345335563824002008-09-17T12:55:00.000-07:002008-09-17T13:21:28.620-07:00Boys Will Be BoysSometimes you really should take the time to pick up the camera and snap a picture. <br /><br />I pulled up to my parent's house today and began unloading the crew. As I went to open the door, I noticed something on the siding by the door. It was a muddy hand print. I immediately, of course, demanded to know who was responsible for "this mess".<br /><br /> I could tell from the look on his face that Mr. N was guilty. This comes after I specifically told both the boys the other day to not play in the mud. Guess what? They did. <br /><br />Mr. I, being either not as inventive as Mr. N or not wanting to disobey his mother was smart enough to not leave any evidence behind. I got Mr. N a rag and sent him to scrubbing. <br /><br />As I walked back outside I realized Mr. N has decorated EVERY SINGLE plank around the entire shed with a precious muddy hand print. There was even more. He had made a lovely, little collage next to the trash can. Oh, what boys can do when you are just gone for a moment. <br /><br />Of course Grandma thought it was cute. She even made the comment that it gave her an idea. I see a shed with all her living <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">grandchildrens'</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">handprints</span> plastered all over, here in the near future. Well, at least she was thoughtful enough to not let the boys know how cute she thought it was. <br /><br />So, I had to blog about this, but I have no picture for it. So, ladies before you go on your rampage (I am sure I am the only who ever goes on rampages), make sure you<br /><br />CLICK...Take a pic (thanks Diego)Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-37746579755964326092008-09-10T11:48:00.000-07:002008-09-12T11:03:41.283-07:00Kids Say The Darndest ThingsWhile I was doubling coupons at K-Mart the other day, my boys were trying to be my bargain scouts. I would show them a picture and they would try to hunt for that item. Here is what I showed them.<br /><img src="file:///Users/matthewanderson/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtJDrLM1pWt_n22MuS6vvt4KfV_FsfCO5IUYSQgZysEn4uGMcYxapqecSOsX7OwpXkGnXyf6ncHvbNazYB8x8276gL34ZZHNylsR9dNzyxZaFKFfkEYK5GJl5NTWH-Z-C-dx5h_-CKMs/s1600-h/beechnut_graphic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtJDrLM1pWt_n22MuS6vvt4KfV_FsfCO5IUYSQgZysEn4uGMcYxapqecSOsX7OwpXkGnXyf6ncHvbNazYB8x8276gL34ZZHNylsR9dNzyxZaFKFfkEYK5GJl5NTWH-Z-C-dx5h_-CKMs/s320/beechnut_graphic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244470971440303810" border="0" /></a><br />Here is the verbal exchange going on during the hunt.<br /><br />Mr. N and Mr. I in unison.<br /><br />"What's stuck in the toilet today? "<br />"A dirty clip-on....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">EEEEEWWWW</span>!"<br /><br />Both boys pretending to hold something up.<br /><br />"This cleans your toilet for a whole week."<br />"So you don't have to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">eeeewwww</span> again."<br /><br />I almost rolled on the floor with laughter. I don't really let the kids watch much TV and when I do I'm pretty strict on what they watch. Apparently, that commercial appeals to the younger <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">audience</span>. It must be rated E for everyone.Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-56391158145226809772008-09-10T10:48:00.000-07:002008-09-10T11:48:02.059-07:00Lunch With An Olympic Gold MedalistYesterday my parents, my siblings and their families, myself and my family all got together to have lunch with an OLYMPIC GOLD MEDALIST! This was not just any gold medalist, this was family. Scott <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Touzinsky</span> was, number 18, on the USA Men's Volleyball this summer at the Beijing Olympics. Scott is married to my cousin Angel. We had such a great time. Scott is such a humble guy and gladly shares his gold with anyone who wants to see. I was so impressed with his attitude. He doesn't seem much like one to let things go to his head and he appears to still have the attitude despite the fact that he has been treated much like a celebrity since arriving back home in St. Louis, Missouri.<br /><br />The whole day seemed unreal. Not many people get to see an Olympic gold medal let alone hold it. How many people actually know an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Olympian</span>? It was so exciting just to think that we were going to know someone who had been in the Olympics and we watched Scott play almost every game (thanks to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TIVO</span>). We are so proud of Scott and excited that we actually got to see an Olympic medal, GOLD to boot.<br /><br />A little interesting fact about the medals from the Olympics. China is well known for its high resource of jade. On the back of each medal is a ring of jade, Gold has white jade, Silver has green jade and Bronze has black jade. Thanks again Scott for spending the day with us and sharing your once in a lifetime experience. Enjoy all the pictures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9iy1_zySvVeOgbl1lkIfXuzvSqegZVJ9QZKKmy7njOxgmWaj5tl7IiMkzUNmlVT8pX6mmnkjwdcieMF_wZwwQRSnX3dg3_OeZ1PsQyQ3mzhsC3RSuf6MITULbTm3ra387yQ6Oeqz1akA/s1600-h/190.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9iy1_zySvVeOgbl1lkIfXuzvSqegZVJ9QZKKmy7njOxgmWaj5tl7IiMkzUNmlVT8pX6mmnkjwdcieMF_wZwwQRSnX3dg3_OeZ1PsQyQ3mzhsC3RSuf6MITULbTm3ra387yQ6Oeqz1akA/s320/190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244461358090751314" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9Zn_V2pfJNqLDujI5xujWiTQgcZM2KUy-UDDqiSxmI4xY7njjaZ4vmt9IL7UMCqKR3ovbCnvix40aK2K3mzrEXRM5rc72ke75iHSUwLvYhs4HUkycc53DlFCwW1gExzM5uj9f4vtgxM/s1600-h/188.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9Zn_V2pfJNqLDujI5xujWiTQgcZM2KUy-UDDqiSxmI4xY7njjaZ4vmt9IL7UMCqKR3ovbCnvix40aK2K3mzrEXRM5rc72ke75iHSUwLvYhs4HUkycc53DlFCwW1gExzM5uj9f4vtgxM/s320/188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244464898414113266" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FWGAY9yXRvLrqGmPMQsr8cKEXJtLTQpqRIRQ6bHvPLpmK0cSKpHEuElXhxkCQiuuqcqs7KJc6kzki69qQNb8_NZjHBVhZS5x2ccLwv9D2c_SfRCLfIMC4eI6HS3Ajx6HUr87zZcFfZ0/s1600-h/187.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FWGAY9yXRvLrqGmPMQsr8cKEXJtLTQpqRIRQ6bHvPLpmK0cSKpHEuElXhxkCQiuuqcqs7KJc6kzki69qQNb8_NZjHBVhZS5x2ccLwv9D2c_SfRCLfIMC4eI6HS3Ajx6HUr87zZcFfZ0/s320/187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244459143916241410" border="0" /></a><br />Lil Mr. N with the Gold<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTo6GyA4FL92jJQyj6n8SXpcFm0SCM4mtyr0P2EXl4jKs8zaaVGrDnmMNlNOl_slZfzmM7oLVla3GaqUY6CWHSz-dZqN5vy6_STMR4gsU4_ObqFzcHeLaRQHQ2dANVNtdILVqVp-ykBk/s1600-h/192.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTo6GyA4FL92jJQyj6n8SXpcFm0SCM4mtyr0P2EXl4jKs8zaaVGrDnmMNlNOl_slZfzmM7oLVla3GaqUY6CWHSz-dZqN5vy6_STMR4gsU4_ObqFzcHeLaRQHQ2dANVNtdILVqVp-ykBk/s320/192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244462295816225938" border="0" /></a>Me with Scott<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5r_2rMoMpstDvNz3sL5nChk38ezgc9YirPBSSs3NLtxutwPIm8hfRyeufRYvE5sb4gNZeySlc_CjLHrRBeyI_9G8TsCHOBNH6eSIjogQaqChS9Ygvj8maJLBN-f6hto3qVXgOCHW6xc/s1600-h/205.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5r_2rMoMpstDvNz3sL5nChk38ezgc9YirPBSSs3NLtxutwPIm8hfRyeufRYvE5sb4gNZeySlc_CjLHrRBeyI_9G8TsCHOBNH6eSIjogQaqChS9Ygvj8maJLBN-f6hto3qVXgOCHW6xc/s320/205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244463737349778994" border="0" /></a>Matthew with Scott<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2ZpRqGQ23_HgZp21uGcve113wkLca6MPFlV0xpess71pT5GY3VpUOoitXk9O6BedJIBHVM0DYA46pyuCCcj8_Ek31TuIic-rIYRELGmgPxu7120OeyPWboNQjQ-akq6Qoyvx12MhuSI/s1600-h/196.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2ZpRqGQ23_HgZp21uGcve113wkLca6MPFlV0xpess71pT5GY3VpUOoitXk9O6BedJIBHVM0DYA46pyuCCcj8_Ek31TuIic-rIYRELGmgPxu7120OeyPWboNQjQ-akq6Qoyvx12MhuSI/s320/196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244465434920515522" border="0" /></a>Scott with Mr. N and Mr. I<br /></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-7101317192865341702008-09-06T14:22:00.000-07:002008-09-06T14:37:53.929-07:00His First Fred Bear BowMr. N loves to hunt and fish. Anything that his dad loves, he loves. So Mr. N turned 7 in August and has been saving all his birthday money for a special purchase. I tried to coerce him into a multitude of "safe" items but resolved myself to the fact that if he doesn't get the item he wants he is going to find a way to make it with whatever he can find. In the past that hasn't been such a good idea.<br /><br />Like the light saber he made out of a metal pipe which sliced open his little brother's hand, which sent us to the ER, which led to Mr. I getting 8 sutures (not stitches, he was pretty adamant about that) in his hand. Okay, you get the picture.<br /><br />So, the overprotective mother in me decided somethings I just have to let go. Dad and Mr. N picked out his special purchase last night. In walks Mr. N with a smile from ear to ear, showing off his new bow. He couldn't wait to get that thing out and start target shooting. Of course, before he did that some crazy, overprotective mom had to make sure he knew ALL the rules of <span style="font-weight: bold;">safe</span> archery. I think my husband might have rolled his eyes at me.<br /><br />Hey I can only take so much.<br />Last night the hubby "made" me let Mr. N go get his own pizza from the buffet ALL BY HIMSELF. Baby steps people. baby steps.Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-6371492184772827212008-08-22T14:24:00.000-07:002008-08-22T14:31:18.325-07:00Kids Say the Darndest ThingsAs the boys spend yet another day fighting over Lil' Mr. N....<br /><br />Mr. I, "Let me hold him".<br /><br />Mr. N, "No, I am playing with him right now".<br /><br />As I casually sit on the couch looking through ads, enters Mr. I.....<br /><br />Mr. I, "MOOOOOOOOOM, I wish you would have had more babies so that I could have one to play with".Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-34982747216533001222008-08-22T13:25:00.000-07:002008-08-22T14:23:29.136-07:00First Day of First Grade Food FightFor those of you who don't already know, I have chosen to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">homeschool</span> my boys. Thank you in advance for your prayers. I am sure I will need them. I have been doing some type of school with Mr. N and Mr. I since they were little. We started school this week and I am attempting to do both boys in the same grade. So far, so good. Note to self: It is only week 1. We are having fun but we have a lot of stuff going on. Also start out as an over-achiever and then realize I have to live in reality.<br /><br />This summer the kids begged me to send them to school. They wanted to go to "real" school (thanks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alot</span>, I guess mommy's school isn't "real" enough for them, wonder if they know that I could change that). I asked them why they wanted to go to "real" school and Mr. I informed me that he wanted to pack his lunch in a lunchbox so he could eat his lunch during lunchtime. I told him that we can do that at our "real" school, so we did. Of course he chose a Star Wars lunch bag and Mr. N chose a Batman one. <br /><br />So, on the first day of first grade we headed out to the picnic table for our lunch. I stepped inside to get the baby ready for a nap and pick some things up while the boys were entertained outside for the moment. Let me tell you, there were sure entertained. Mr. N. comes into the house with a look of utter disgust across his face. He is huffing and puffing and you can just tell he has HAD IT! <br /><br />"Mom", he says, "do you see what my brother did to me", holding out his arms and exposing his extremely stained shirt.<br /><br />"What on earth is all over your shirt?", I ask ever-so-calmly.<br /><br />Apparently, Mr. I got the idea somewhere that part of lunchtime at school is having a food fight. He spit his food all over his older brother numerous times. I bet he had been planning that all summer long. Needless to say, Mr. I lost lunch packing privileges for the rest of the week. So, this is just a small glimpse of what school is like with boys. I am sure my boys are the ONLY ones who ever act like this. Please tell me they're not, PLEASE!?!?!?Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-72680670886917755692008-08-18T09:24:00.000-07:002008-08-18T09:45:26.635-07:00Grasshopper Speghetti Anyone?This is one of those, I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">definitely</span> am surrounded by boys, post. My brother and sister and their families were in town for the weekend (we missed you H &K). With that said I am sure there may be a funny post to read in the near future regarding our kid-free night out on the town. Sorry folks but you will just have to wait....in anxious anticipation.....on the edge of your seat.....etc,etc for that post.<br /><br />Okay onto what happened in my boy filled world. I was preparing dinner for the family while the boys were outside playing (Grandma and Grandpa were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">outside</span> working on the yard). Anyway, Mr. I comes into the house with a somewhat suspicious grin on his precious little face. He says, "Hey mom I got something for you". More times than I care to mention I have had great little critters bestowed on me in one manner or another. This particular evening was no different. As I stand, slaving over (not really) my gourmet <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">spaghetti</span> (again, not really) Mr. I just continues with his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mischievous</span> grin.<br /><br />I tell him he better not be planning to throw anything at me. With his little hand cupped tightly around something I knew he was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">definitely</span> plotting something. I again tell him that I am cooking and he better not throw anything at me, especially while I am cooking. He just looks right at me with a huge grin and chunks a grasshopper right at me. I of course squeal in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">feigned</span> fear and he laughs hysterically and runs back outside.<br /><br />Later that evening I asked everyone if they enjoyed their grasshopper <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">spaghetti</span>. No response. We are all pretty much inoculated into the boy-filled life I live. Good thing, my three anti-bug nieces hadn't arrived quite yet. I am sure I will continue to live a bug-filled, boy-filled, dirt-filled (you get the picture) life.<br /><br />Until next time, enjoy your little guys and all their bug fetishes.Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-60674668886475112902008-08-08T16:49:00.000-07:002008-08-08T17:16:31.804-07:00Too Much Hunting?!?!?My boys love to tell me all about their bad dreams, some of which are quite vivid. Mr. N wanted to tell me all about this dream he had the other night. I hate to admit that most of the time I just pretend I am listening, they seriously could tell me dreams ALL DAY LONG. I am trying to be better at always taking advantage of the moment because before long getting them to tell me anything will be like pulling teeth. Okay on to the dream.<br /><br />Mr. N: Okay, so there was this bad guy chasing us, but I couldn't tell who it was because he was dressed kinda dark. We were runnning really fast away from him and then we were at home and our new dad (Me: (thinking) New dad?) was making dinner. He was making burritos and I told him I liked his burritos but that I kinda liked my other dad's burritos better.<br /><br />Me: Where was daddy? Did he die?<br /><br />Mr. N: No, he didn't die.<br /><br />Me: Then where is daddy?<br /><br />Mr. N: Well, he went deer hunting too much.<br /><br />I just about lost it. Of course, I had to tell the dear hubby that story (I am not sure he appreciated it). His response was, "what kind of crap (sorry Mary Lou) are you feeding our son?" (he was joking of course....I think =) ). I then reassured Mr. N that mommy was never going to leave daddy. To this he responded, "MOOOM, I know that, can I please finish my story?" So sorry Mr. N carry on. Anyway, the rest of the dream was a lot about fighting and so on and so forth. Kudos to me I sat and attentively listened to every single word he said.<br /><br />Oh, how fast the time goes. Remember, no matter how bad your day, your children are a blessing and will be going away to college and getting married in the blink of an eye. Cherish them, the traits that may irritate the snot out of you may very well be the ones that make them the most incredible leader.Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-45607038792936319862008-07-10T18:35:00.000-07:002008-12-12T12:40:52.405-08:00No Ace-of-CakesMy hubby and I enjoy watching the Food Network show called <a href="http://www.charmcitycakes.com">Ace of Cakes</a>. This guy and his staff can do the most amazing cakes. You really should check them out. My hubby is quite artistic and I love to bake, so we decided to try our hand at cake decorating. We made a cake for my sister-in-law's baby shower. It took us almost 2 whole days to complete it but it was well worth it for Mrs. M.<br /><br />We, my hubby and I, did come to the conclusion that we would have to be doing some major practicing before we would consider setting up our own cake bakery. You can also admire my wonderful picture taking abilities. My hubby is the photographer, not I (and yes the cake is a wee bit lop-sided).<br /><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThUDmeypugfrj7id6Q6bqRub1wJLylrM9en83lCrseajd82x40EUPeyEr0CseWsO_5J9OpMX32q6QqRboZIcCTAfSHi24VqgtiNavk4J4GPJmyzlTBKYXV_IvblMECo4B_TfxV5_f5dc/s1600-h/signature+%287%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThUDmeypugfrj7id6Q6bqRub1wJLylrM9en83lCrseajd82x40EUPeyEr0CseWsO_5J9OpMX32q6QqRboZIcCTAfSHi24VqgtiNavk4J4GPJmyzlTBKYXV_IvblMECo4B_TfxV5_f5dc/s320/signature+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221566132242024450" border="0" /></a>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546203387272013997.post-42324597642447852262008-07-07T12:23:00.000-07:002008-12-12T12:40:52.686-08:00Star Wars, Slip-n-Slides and Squirting BoysSaturday was Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I's</span> 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> birthday and it was a blast. He is REALLY into Star Wars (and I mean really, he plays some type of Star Wars EVERY SINGLE DAY). He wanted a star wars cake of Luke and Darth Vader fighting with their light sabers, not an easy task. You can check out our cake below, mind you we are no Duff Goldman.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKxwOUZrgDQ-n3ITbhfCMYUM6QgJhVKuSI04gyFo388dtdEB5OHdORa_VYpPox4LRMvzcTsLR-hz24VmNf7gzcZ3l6bQGFdz4sIgyfd4qRx74ehvaztXdGsUnjMGdVmD-fykr9asOoCQ/s1600-h/signature.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKxwOUZrgDQ-n3ITbhfCMYUM6QgJhVKuSI04gyFo388dtdEB5OHdORa_VYpPox4LRMvzcTsLR-hz24VmNf7gzcZ3l6bQGFdz4sIgyfd4qRx74ehvaztXdGsUnjMGdVmD-fykr9asOoCQ/s320/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220486383231581506" border="0" /></a><br />That cake was enjoyed by many happy children and some uncertain ones too.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnOBEEp623je_E9i80NGb3UZhv6kg5wAFFKF-nFgJ3G8h_zZBEHriZqZJNLzK-N_VxGyuwuXA-vRWLXISFe5Sw4ZaSC8POxr8DWW3f8d_Tro8C8fACP-gggfvm10vO-EUigZG501xT50/s1600-h/signature+%281%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnOBEEp623je_E9i80NGb3UZhv6kg5wAFFKF-nFgJ3G8h_zZBEHriZqZJNLzK-N_VxGyuwuXA-vRWLXISFe5Sw4ZaSC8POxr8DWW3f8d_Tro8C8fACP-gggfvm10vO-EUigZG501xT50/s320/signature+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220487858030677330" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnIj07Okox5LNiyNAMOdm5huWRxyHA3pebnJglnPsBCvAFmVRfHbFPLlBXViwVNbm6ShT61L_94kt-ORgcTN5mBo2CMGp0hqzkFJkkHo2_q0jWSrvtwo4ve9iWOC1xWDujb4_Xxsz6wPs/s1600-h/signature+%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnIj07Okox5LNiyNAMOdm5huWRxyHA3pebnJglnPsBCvAFmVRfHbFPLlBXViwVNbm6ShT61L_94kt-ORgcTN5mBo2CMGp0hqzkFJkkHo2_q0jWSrvtwo4ve9iWOC1xWDujb4_Xxsz6wPs/s320/signature+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220487861198379602" border="0" /></a><br />We also broke out the slip-n-slide for the hot day. I am not sure who enjoyed it more...the kids or the adults. The older boys, mainly my husbands brothers and cousins (who were visiting from Wyoming) decided to have a slip-n-slide competition. A good portion of that slipping and sliding was done on the grassy hill past the slip-n-slide. They were lathering up their chest with dish soap to see who could go the furthest. They used whatever they could for markers. It was a riot. Enjoy the pictures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRcskDNlw3l2vfNM0a4EdWAqRKAIc1xyac6pCrw99aGC4sOQx4NZGPIzekUbj66ZdnzK9oXQprmFoiHXrocqM9aMWl2nhxWMVHbFYXG6IeWBEjGMYBccV4yPTMKwzfhw3iiepQCDgq2U/s1600-h/signature+%283%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRcskDNlw3l2vfNM0a4EdWAqRKAIc1xyac6pCrw99aGC4sOQx4NZGPIzekUbj66ZdnzK9oXQprmFoiHXrocqM9aMWl2nhxWMVHbFYXG6IeWBEjGMYBccV4yPTMKwzfhw3iiepQCDgq2U/s320/signature+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220491041172696498" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjTn1XELH6KRNnT9EpCVj9G8tuP32Q88ic_mdKXNRjohDlFUCGLtQ2Suv5U6qCxmZvdc6ZW5Sa9ziMQ7Slf5uS5gOxFzMZ3m7PS2Nh0e4vRcfMC9W88UhEalNLaf0KjUr58DzHY_oMxFs/s1600-h/signature+%285%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjTn1XELH6KRNnT9EpCVj9G8tuP32Q88ic_mdKXNRjohDlFUCGLtQ2Suv5U6qCxmZvdc6ZW5Sa9ziMQ7Slf5uS5gOxFzMZ3m7PS2Nh0e4vRcfMC9W88UhEalNLaf0KjUr58DzHY_oMxFs/s320/signature+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220491047877673154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz64ihu554k_6pkvcAsSg1DHaL3DEZkuOIkmIzACoyU7af2b4D4MI-mS_5uSzGh8tNBIosTP5-vNrYuwB5poO0kdfyShUjT0OtHq2WXvljcqjRtaD0Jz4JtlqBn-lABvkEhd8nw7YHjEU/s1600-h/signature+%284%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz64ihu554k_6pkvcAsSg1DHaL3DEZkuOIkmIzACoyU7af2b4D4MI-mS_5uSzGh8tNBIosTP5-vNrYuwB5poO0kdfyShUjT0OtHq2WXvljcqjRtaD0Jz4JtlqBn-lABvkEhd8nw7YHjEU/s320/signature+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220491051715212210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As for the squirting, that would be Lil Mr. N deciding that as soon as I opened up his diaper he was going to christen poor Aunt A. A very laughable moment and a pretty good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bloggable</span> moment also.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">HAPPY 5TH BIRTHDAY MR. I<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66eitzrphXlMjvYzUnXJyYhFZ3P7m2PTAZTO1_bvk37YzSD_e3VAEoJDAWNq1Q3SOzI2FEUWkniOl2MLjGYhqktS9Evie8CwpXGlbckMfWGjUCQxCkGdDx7Mzp6vy23SEcUOoDa7AFqs/s1600-h/signature+%286%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66eitzrphXlMjvYzUnXJyYhFZ3P7m2PTAZTO1_bvk37YzSD_e3VAEoJDAWNq1Q3SOzI2FEUWkniOl2MLjGYhqktS9Evie8CwpXGlbckMfWGjUCQxCkGdDx7Mzp6vy23SEcUOoDa7AFqs/s320/signature+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220492831351532274" border="0" /></a>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06281431858512489243noreply@blogger.com4