<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080</id><updated>2009-11-04T09:53:48.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with paper.....again</title><subtitle type='html'>A little peak into my little world...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-3480589473391841742</id><published>2009-11-01T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:34:13.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting the cake....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A professional videographer I am not.  I am soooo grateful to Trevor for letting me use his camera since mine is broken.  It's moments like these that just need to be captured forever.  While it isn't the best video, it does capture the moment.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cry every time I watch it....I'm a sucker for happiness what can I say???  Enjoy.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh by the way, it turns to sideways early on in the vidoeo. &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b8a6035d1f50a603" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABqQx1oQmSnIaATdhug8I945K0wazdn6sHOn7aaUHSgIIb6TFR5HGLK-IR3F-Zh9VuIhQktFbK8tOHfB4frAdIulHgJ9yf6aixpzj6MNrd85v32btigSldH7mWEK1gvmpTgdxhRi_c2E1Da7S9qqGVMArQx-F6_UbTv4K3jv3z-3TqsJlhDqUDP4IntIEQLUFpPlOvnHXVC-dS2F-QZC_aNL7zBYabxUUX7dVEOj-jKD%26sigh%3D4VuxmTfLannTgIjTAHUkJgoG6Tg%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8a6035d1f50a603%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dlf8tk2modicKTQM-Qf_KdB51tJQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABqQx1oQmSnIaATdhug8I945K0wazdn6sHOn7aaUHSgIIb6TFR5HGLK-IR3F-Zh9VuIhQktFbK8tOHfB4frAdIulHgJ9yf6aixpzj6MNrd85v32btigSldH7mWEK1gvmpTgdxhRi_c2E1Da7S9qqGVMArQx-F6_UbTv4K3jv3z-3TqsJlhDqUDP4IntIEQLUFpPlOvnHXVC-dS2F-QZC_aNL7zBYabxUUX7dVEOj-jKD%26sigh%3D4VuxmTfLannTgIjTAHUkJgoG6Tg%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8a6035d1f50a603%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dlf8tk2modicKTQM-Qf_KdB51tJQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-3480589473391841742?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/3480589473391841742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=3480589473391841742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3480589473391841742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3480589473391841742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/11/cutting-cake.html' title='Cutting the cake....'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-3354088378685140615</id><published>2009-10-31T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:06:54.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Cake Party Fun......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Q_g8ubeI/AAAAAAAACWc/RFfpgXjGwGw/s1600-h/sex+cake+party+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398990211649531362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Q_g8ubeI/AAAAAAAACWc/RFfpgXjGwGw/s400/sex+cake+party+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talk about a fun way to spend the evening.....Jeff and Nicole got an ultrasound this morning.  They took the results in a sealed envelope to her cousin who makes cakes, and she made them a cake to reveal if it was a boy or a girl.  They wouldn't know the results until they cut the cake.....what a fun way to find out.  We ALL were there and it was a BLAST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Q_EHuTVI/AAAAAAAACWU/z8cjCoNSADY/s1600-h/sex+cake+party+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398990203911032146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Q_EHuTVI/AAAAAAAACWU/z8cjCoNSADY/s400/sex+cake+party+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictures of us waiting for everyone to arrive so we could cut the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Q-vUEyQI/AAAAAAAACWM/TpKPcR62jKY/s1600-h/IMG_2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398990198325692674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Q-vUEyQI/AAAAAAAACWM/TpKPcR62jKY/s400/IMG_2108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at this cute little belly.  Nicole is 18 weeks along....almost halfway there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Q-bHy6zI/AAAAAAAACWE/3CBcKvgFqq4/s1600-h/sex+cake+party+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398990192905481010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Q-bHy6zI/AAAAAAAACWE/3CBcKvgFqq4/s400/sex+cake+party+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was soooooo excited this morning and wanted to play, so I made banners, one for each since we didnt' know what it would be.  I had so much fun putting those together wondering which one it would actually be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Q90TaQHI/AAAAAAAACV8/IC4lcykah7c/s1600-h/sex+cake+party+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398990182485213298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Q90TaQHI/AAAAAAAACV8/IC4lcykah7c/s400/sex+cake+party+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also took snickers and wrapped them in blue and pink wrappers with ?? on  them.  Everyone took the color that they thought it might be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0O5q8kDAI/AAAAAAAACV0/OuhB5v5-CSs/s1600-h/sex+cake+party+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398987912230734850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0O5q8kDAI/AAAAAAAACV0/OuhB5v5-CSs/s400/sex+cake+party+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as you can see, most people guessed a girl.....were they right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0O5JZCS7I/AAAAAAAACVs/77TrGKvXbrE/s1600-h/sex+cake+party+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398987903223352242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0O5JZCS7I/AAAAAAAACVs/77TrGKvXbrE/s400/sex+cake+party+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone anxiously waiting for the "big cut".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0O40I3fAI/AAAAAAAACVk/elfZliAsj0k/s1600-h/IMG_2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398987897518390274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0O40I3fAI/AAAAAAAACVk/elfZliAsj0k/s400/IMG_2115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a..... this is the cake before it was cut.  Will it be pink, or will it be blue?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0O4fF5TyI/AAAAAAAACVc/Jvsze4qGwgQ/s1600-h/sex+cake+party+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398987891868782370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0O4fF5TyI/AAAAAAAACVc/Jvsze4qGwgQ/s400/sex+cake+party+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were actually two different cakes.  The one that is the right sex of the baby is the one with the ...It's a...on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0O4Io9IFI/AAAAAAAACVU/cX215FHp4ZE/s1600-h/sex+cake+party+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398987885841817682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0O4Io9IFI/AAAAAAAACVU/cX215FHp4ZE/s400/sex+cake+party+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I absolutely LOVE the look on Nicole's face in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0MtSzdSGI/AAAAAAAACVM/_YkhvzCTfx0/s1600-h/IMG_2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398985500568406114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0MtSzdSGI/AAAAAAAACVM/_YkhvzCTfx0/s400/IMG_2117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before Jeff even finished cutting the cake he could already tell what it was.....can you see it on the knife????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Ms1x5_yI/AAAAAAAACVE/2HAgiwYsyKg/s1600-h/IMG_2118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398985492777271074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Ms1x5_yI/AAAAAAAACVE/2HAgiwYsyKg/s400/IMG_2118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole is so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0MsXc68hI/AAAAAAAACU8/LWk84Kk0iL4/s1600-h/IMG_2119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398985484636189202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0MsXc68hI/AAAAAAAACU8/LWk84Kk0iL4/s400/IMG_2119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is priceless.....I LOVE the look on both of their faces....notice they are holding hands.  This is just so precious.  Thanks Heather for capturing such an important moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0MsNko3zI/AAAAAAAACU0/TrIR41yDds4/s1600-h/IMG_2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398985481984204594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0MsNko3zI/AAAAAAAACU0/TrIR41yDds4/s400/IMG_2120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0MrtmHzsI/AAAAAAAACUs/R4dB7GlbhmE/s1600-h/IMG_2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398985473400491714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0MrtmHzsI/AAAAAAAACUs/R4dB7GlbhmE/s400/IMG_2122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a Girl!!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucille Thompson is on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0KpbFevdI/AAAAAAAACUk/f7odgAYESOo/s1600-h/IMG_2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398983235048750546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0KpbFevdI/AAAAAAAACUk/f7odgAYESOo/s400/IMG_2123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The proud parents with their pink cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0KpCWUArI/AAAAAAAACUc/fYE1qvBavho/s1600-h/sex+cake+party+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398983228408464050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0KpCWUArI/AAAAAAAACUc/fYE1qvBavho/s400/sex+cake+party+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Koiyzo7I/AAAAAAAACUU/qOsYXBkn_wI/s1600-h/sex+cake+party+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398983219938042802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Koiyzo7I/AAAAAAAACUU/qOsYXBkn_wI/s400/sex+cake+party+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff holding a boy.  He will have to wait just a little bit longer for his own son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0KoK9lNaI/AAAAAAAACUM/mB1tTm443pc/s1600-h/sex+cake+party+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398983213540783522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0KoK9lNaI/AAAAAAAACUM/mB1tTm443pc/s400/sex+cake+party+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards, we went outside and took some group pictures.  Nicole's brother in law Justin had his horse head on and my mom loved it and wanted a photo.  Such a silly Grandma.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Kny0mXLI/AAAAAAAACUE/NO9B5OOndMY/s1600-h/sex+cake+party+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398983207060659378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Kny0mXLI/AAAAAAAACUE/NO9B5OOndMY/s400/sex+cake+party+066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to get a group photo of most of my boys.....poor Trevor couldn't get the night off of work.  He was here in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0IjV0XkTI/AAAAAAAACT8/D9Tdf0uVzy0/s1600-h/sex+cake+party+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398980931532329266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0IjV0XkTI/AAAAAAAACT8/D9Tdf0uVzy0/s400/sex+cake+party+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to get a picture of the girls too.  Justin joined us for some fun laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Ii-LQS-I/AAAAAAAACT0/irmnRPiRRfc/s1600-h/IMG_2135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398980925185870818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Ii-LQS-I/AAAAAAAACT0/irmnRPiRRfc/s400/IMG_2135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heather, Emily, and Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0IimG69TI/AAAAAAAACTs/SkZNuonldhQ/s1600-h/IMG_2136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398980918725244210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0IimG69TI/AAAAAAAACTs/SkZNuonldhQ/s400/IMG_2136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards, we went to In-n-Out for some dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0IiNfnrII/AAAAAAAACTk/ORFbg_oTjiw/s1600-h/IMG_2144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398980912117951618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0IiNfnrII/AAAAAAAACTk/ORFbg_oTjiw/s400/IMG_2144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What an adorable face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Ihk1urYI/AAAAAAAACTc/0tIrPLCSvoQ/s1600-h/IMG_2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398980901204831618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Ihk1urYI/AAAAAAAACTc/0tIrPLCSvoQ/s400/IMG_2147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What an amazing night we had.  We are soooo excited for Jeff and Nicole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-3354088378685140615?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/3354088378685140615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=3354088378685140615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3354088378685140615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3354088378685140615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/10/sex-cake-party-fun.html' title='Sex Cake Party Fun......'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Su0Q_g8ubeI/AAAAAAAACWc/RFfpgXjGwGw/s72-c/sex+cake+party+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-4909082183945275574</id><published>2009-10-11T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:46:28.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A funfilled Saturday ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/StH5Ku3R3MI/AAAAAAAACTU/9yseuPaFoVI/s1600-h/Saturday,+Oct+10,+2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391364191713090754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/StH5Ku3R3MI/AAAAAAAACTU/9yseuPaFoVI/s400/Saturday,+Oct+10,+2009+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look who came over to play at Grandma's house.  I haven't been feeling very well most of the week.  I got a text from Heather Saturday morning saying she was taking the kiddos to see "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs", and wanted to know if I wanted to go with them.  Well, I really wanted to see the kiddos, but was worried about sitting through a movie and not feeling all that great.  I decided these moments don't come around all the time, so I was going to suck it up....oh yeah, and share my germs.....it's only fair, they share their's too.  ha ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a really cute movie, and even more fun to watch the kids....and Amy....giggle through the movie. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/StH4JnxMmXI/AAAAAAAACTE/fKXRUxIeC6A/s1600-h/Saturday,+Oct+10,+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391363073117034866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/StH4JnxMmXI/AAAAAAAACTE/fKXRUxIeC6A/s400/Saturday,+Oct+10,+2009+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the movie they came over to play while they waited for Rick to get off work.  Hayden's Grandma Kathy, who lives in Seattle, was in Santa Monica and wanted to visit.  So, they got ready at our house and headed on up to Santa Monica.  The boys built some tower thingy....yeah, that's my word for it....it was fun to watch them play together....even Zach got into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/StH4JGb3TMI/AAAAAAAACS8/BmF_ZG8lN_A/s1600-h/Saturday,+Oct+10,+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391363064169188546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/StH4JGb3TMI/AAAAAAAACS8/BmF_ZG8lN_A/s400/Saturday,+Oct+10,+2009+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hayden was very proud of his creation thingy....and wanted me to take a picture of it.  So, here is Hayden's, Erick's and Zach's masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/StH4IvYBZQI/AAAAAAAACS0/Bc5PB1UhlDU/s1600-h/Saturday,+Oct+10,+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391363057979057410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/StH4IvYBZQI/AAAAAAAACS0/Bc5PB1UhlDU/s400/Saturday,+Oct+10,+2009+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How cute is this little girl?  I really don't think this one has an ounce of testosterone in her at all.  She is ALL girl.  Ali put hot rollers in her hair, and she loved it.....Have I ever mentioned how much I love this little girl?????  She is so stinking cute.....I just love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/StH4H4Kd2cI/AAAAAAAACSs/EP5J1mecDQk/s1600-h/Saturday,+Oct+10,+2009+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391363043158251970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/StH4H4Kd2cI/AAAAAAAACSs/EP5J1mecDQk/s400/Saturday,+Oct+10,+2009+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And isn't she absolutely beautiful?????  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/StH4Hfl94OI/AAAAAAAACSk/8l2Gw_6lh5U/s1600-h/Saturday,+Oct+10,+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391363036562710754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/StH4Hfl94OI/AAAAAAAACSk/8l2Gw_6lh5U/s400/Saturday,+Oct+10,+2009+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so glad we got to spend a fun Saturday together.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-4909082183945275574?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/4909082183945275574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=4909082183945275574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/4909082183945275574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/4909082183945275574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/10/funfilled-saturday.html' title='A funfilled Saturday ....'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/StH5Ku3R3MI/AAAAAAAACTU/9yseuPaFoVI/s72-c/Saturday,+Oct+10,+2009+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-3953177438229824769</id><published>2009-10-09T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:05:13.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flattery or frustration????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say when someone copies you it is the best form of flattery right????  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I'm going to jump to conclusions and assume that Amy is flattering me and not just frustrated with me.  ha ha ha  For those of you who know me, know I love to make cards and scrapbook....I call it playing with paper...thus the name of my blog.  Well, Amy asked me a few weeks ago to make her 2 cards.  I would have normally been all over that, but lately my mojo is just not there....that happens every once in a while. I told her I would make the cards, and just dropped the ball and never got them made....I'm soooooo sorry Amy....I really am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, Amy needed another card for a good friend.  So, this is where I'm wondering if she was flattering me, by wanting to make cards too....(the copying part)....or just plain frustrated with me (because last time I dropped the ball&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss9OUcnE67I/AAAAAAAACSM/QBWPEjQ_rcs/s1600-h/Amy+006.JPG"&gt;)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390613392170216370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss9OUcnE67I/AAAAAAAACSM/QBWPEjQ_rcs/s400/Amy+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures are of Amy at my desk making her card herself.  I was VERY proud of her and her determination to make this card.  She literally spent HOURS in there creating.  (If you're reading this Dave you will see just how much time and love went into that card for you.)  ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss9OTtMPyII/AAAAAAAACSE/a2STzANu14I/s1600-h/Amy+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390613379441215618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss9OTtMPyII/AAAAAAAACSE/a2STzANu14I/s400/Amy+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you Amy and am proud of the awesome card you created all on your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(You'll notice her Blackberry isn't very far away as she creates.  That thing is always close by.....ha ha ha ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-3953177438229824769?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/3953177438229824769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=3953177438229824769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3953177438229824769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3953177438229824769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/10/flattery-or-frustration.html' title='Flattery or frustration????'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss9OUcnE67I/AAAAAAAACSM/QBWPEjQ_rcs/s72-c/Amy+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-6649831646893034353</id><published>2009-10-07T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:54:07.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep....more pictures with the babies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was feeling very grandmotherly....ha ha ha...and made some chocolate chip cookies.  These were my little cookie monsters.  Erick and Haylee kept sneaking cookies before dinner.  Grandma caught them and captured their "sneakiness" on camera.  How can you get mad when they have such cute faces while they enjoy their dastardly deed????&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss0NNBFAzyI/AAAAAAAACR8/m5-70rSwMhk/s1600-h/10+04+09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389978846311272226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss0NNBFAzyI/AAAAAAAACR8/m5-70rSwMhk/s400/10+04+09+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How cute is little Erick in this picture? You can tell that Zach wasn't feeling very good in this picture. Poor little Zach has been sick all week. He was happy though for not feeling good. He is such a good baby. Rick and Ali sure got lucky with that one....but who knows what's ahead right???? ha ha ha&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss0JzNRHOlI/AAAAAAAACR0/dhKQv134kD8/s1600-h/10+04+09+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389975104371767890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss0JzNRHOlI/AAAAAAAACR0/dhKQv134kD8/s400/10+04+09+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss0JymFV7-I/AAAAAAAACRs/rlffemZBnE4/s1600-h/10+04+09+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389975093853417442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss0JymFV7-I/AAAAAAAACRs/rlffemZBnE4/s400/10+04+09+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss0JyMfk9mI/AAAAAAAACRk/QFjMRcZzU-k/s1600-h/10+04+09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389975086984132194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss0JyMfk9mI/AAAAAAAACRk/QFjMRcZzU-k/s400/10+04+09+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss0JxSIqmqI/AAAAAAAACRc/eC8GShXEfFE/s1600-h/10+04+09+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389975071318776482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss0JxSIqmqI/AAAAAAAACRc/eC8GShXEfFE/s400/10+04+09+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who is this stranger in this picture with me???? Well, that's my brother Dwayne. He is down visiting from Minnesota. It was good to see him. He got to see little Zach for the first time. Unfortunately, they both weren't feeling their best. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Can I just say that my smile in this picture is just plain goofy.....oh well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss0Jw4iYldI/AAAAAAAACRU/i-SL27l6DBQ/s1600-h/10+04+09+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389975064447325650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss0Jw4iYldI/AAAAAAAACRU/i-SL27l6DBQ/s400/10+04+09+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another fun time together as a family.  Can't wait to do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-6649831646893034353?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/6649831646893034353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=6649831646893034353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/6649831646893034353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/6649831646893034353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/10/yepmore-pictures-with-babies.html' title='Yep....more pictures with the babies....'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Ss0NNBFAzyI/AAAAAAAACR8/m5-70rSwMhk/s72-c/10+04+09+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-1896867327252656597</id><published>2009-10-04T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:25:25.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the little things in life that count....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Sunday was such a GREAT day!!!!!!!!!!!! We haven't been able to have Sunday dinners for a while because Rick's schedule had him working Sundays. Well, his schedule has changed again and he once again has Sundays off....Yippee!!!! We were lucky enough to have EVERYONE there too. It was just a wonderful day for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erick and Haylee wanted to wear an apron like Grandma and be here helper, so they each got to pick one....(grandma has plenty). They were so excited that they were Grandma's helper that they wanted to take a picture of all of us in our aprons. Aren't they just adorable??? I love my little helpers.....and especially those great big smiles on their faces.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SsjHEDEOkHI/AAAAAAAACQ0/n-8JSj9Yh8Y/s1600-h/Sunday+Sept+27,+2009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388775826505240690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SsjHEDEOkHI/AAAAAAAACQ0/n-8JSj9Yh8Y/s400/Sunday+Sept+27,+2009+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At one point, Erick went into Grandpa's room and put on his work boots. It was just too cute to not get a picture of that. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SsjHDtZ1bYI/AAAAAAAACQs/InrOcIVIxgQ/s1600-h/Sunday+Sept+27,+2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388775820690288002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SsjHDtZ1bYI/AAAAAAAACQs/InrOcIVIxgQ/s400/Sunday+Sept+27,+2009+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SsjHDEvkMEI/AAAAAAAACQk/2HUB7yCKjRU/s1600-h/Sunday+Sept+27,+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388775809775579202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SsjHDEvkMEI/AAAAAAAACQk/2HUB7yCKjRU/s400/Sunday+Sept+27,+2009+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The above picture is of Grandpa and the little bundles in the spa. This was Zachary's first time in the spa.....and he LOVED it. It was so cute to watch him splash the water. This is Grandpa's special time with the kiddos. He loves to go in the spa with the kids and just watch them have fun in there. (Erick had pink eye and as a result of everyone being in the water with him....they all got pink eye the next day....Grandpa said he would do it all again, it was so much fun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below just makes me smile every time I see it. Let me set the stage for the picture here...I wasn't sure what to make and asked everyone what they wanted. I got a few different requests. So, I made 3 of them. We had homemade Lasagna, Chicken Enchiladas, and homemade Macaroni and Cheese. For dessert, I also made 2 different things. Haylee was my little helper remember, so when we went into the kitchen to serve dessert, she said, "Welcome to Best Friends Bakery." I thought that was so stinking cute. She helped Trevor and I serve the dessert and then she got down to business. She made her own menu for her "Best Friends Bakery". The picture is her menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SsjHCtVI3yI/AAAAAAAACQc/OxZLbqDNOrY/s1600-h/Sunday+Sept+27,+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388775803490721570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SsjHCtVI3yI/AAAAAAAACQc/OxZLbqDNOrY/s400/Sunday+Sept+27,+2009+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She wanted to post it where everyone could see it from the dining room. I have this display of pictures with magnets facing the dining room, so that's where we put it. The thing I love the most is on the bottom of the picture frame it says, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;"Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well that's how I feel about Haylee's sweet little menu, it's a little thing, but one day when she's all grown up and we look back on this day, it will be a big thing....just being together as a family is a big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SsjHB_r-0oI/AAAAAAAACQU/slJMdJxmjWg/s1600-h/Sunday+Sept+27,+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388775791238500994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SsjHB_r-0oI/AAAAAAAACQU/slJMdJxmjWg/s400/Sunday+Sept+27,+2009+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These sweet little moments with my family are the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-1896867327252656597?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/1896867327252656597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=1896867327252656597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/1896867327252656597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/1896867327252656597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-sunday-was-such-great-day-we.html' title='It&apos;s the little things in life that count....'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SsjHEDEOkHI/AAAAAAAACQ0/n-8JSj9Yh8Y/s72-c/Sunday+Sept+27,+2009+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-2536405173661217408</id><published>2009-09-10T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:44:45.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hung out at Rick and Ali's on Sunday.  Unfortunately Rick had to work, so we had fun with the babies.  Zach is getting so big.  He can crawl all over, and goes to a sitting position by himself now.  Such a big boy!!!  Such a cutie pie!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqlyPtpXl1I/AAAAAAAACQM/x7527EEAScM/s1600-h/Labor+day+weekend+09+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379956844147480402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqlyPtpXl1I/AAAAAAAACQM/x7527EEAScM/s400/Labor+day+weekend+09+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqlyO1xLBMI/AAAAAAAACQE/-_wjCsQwPUQ/s1600-h/Labor+day+weekend+09+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379956829147825346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqlyO1xLBMI/AAAAAAAACQE/-_wjCsQwPUQ/s400/Labor+day+weekend+09+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqlyOC_SSkI/AAAAAAAACP8/B1tMlrEbg2o/s1600-h/Labor+day+weekend+09+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379956815516813890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqlyOC_SSkI/AAAAAAAACP8/B1tMlrEbg2o/s400/Labor+day+weekend+09+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqlyNpDSyTI/AAAAAAAACP0/hRZegiDI61E/s1600-h/Labor+day+weekend+09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379956808554301746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqlyNpDSyTI/AAAAAAAACP0/hRZegiDI61E/s400/Labor+day+weekend+09+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we first got there, Zach was sound asleep.  I love sleeping babies, they are just so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqlyNPm5FzI/AAAAAAAACPs/dX838Whf1Yc/s1600-h/Labor+day+weekend+09+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379956801724290866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqlyNPm5FzI/AAAAAAAACPs/dX838Whf1Yc/s400/Labor+day+weekend+09+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqluN17lB2I/AAAAAAAACPk/HHQhvztLfHU/s1600-h/Labor+day+weekend+09+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379952413965092706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqluN17lB2I/AAAAAAAACPk/HHQhvztLfHU/s400/Labor+day+weekend+09+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqluM5SlE3I/AAAAAAAACPc/VjNRjCynsvE/s1600-h/Labor+day+weekend+09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379952397687001970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqluM5SlE3I/AAAAAAAACPc/VjNRjCynsvE/s400/Labor+day+weekend+09+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqluMDrjDKI/AAAAAAAACPU/avvHoJx_7Ok/s1600-h/Labor+day+weekend+09+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379952383296212130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqluMDrjDKI/AAAAAAAACPU/avvHoJx_7Ok/s400/Labor+day+weekend+09+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great Grandma Thompson and baby Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqluLVyuflI/AAAAAAAACPM/_8KDsFd6vCg/s1600-h/Labor+day+weekend+09+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379952370978291282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqluLVyuflI/AAAAAAAACPM/_8KDsFd6vCg/s400/Labor+day+weekend+09+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great Grandma Suppenbach and baby Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqluKui_v1I/AAAAAAAACPE/hiu2KWpi_ro/s1600-h/Labor+day+weekend+09+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379952360443330386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqluKui_v1I/AAAAAAAACPE/hiu2KWpi_ro/s400/Labor+day+weekend+09+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was great to be together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-2536405173661217408?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/2536405173661217408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=2536405173661217408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/2536405173661217408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/2536405173661217408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend-fun.html' title='Labor Day Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SqlyPtpXl1I/AAAAAAAACQM/x7527EEAScM/s72-c/Labor+day+weekend+09+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-3678066859523748885</id><published>2009-08-29T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:55:16.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Barbara!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpmUg98EcVI/AAAAAAAACMg/s47r6FSB7J8/s1600-h/etsy+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375490924346634578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpmUg98EcVI/AAAAAAAACMg/s47r6FSB7J8/s400/etsy+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well today marks the 82nd birthday of my dear, sweet Mother in law, Barbara.  Last Saturday Rick, Ali and the kiddos and Gary and I went over for a little visit.  It had been a while since she had seen the babies and with Zach crawling, she needed to see that for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpmUgVnPRvI/AAAAAAAACMY/vczpIwvibuE/s1600-h/etsy+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375490913521846002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpmUgVnPRvI/AAAAAAAACMY/vczpIwvibuE/s400/etsy+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last year around her birthday we took a picture of her with the great grandkids, so I thought it would be fun to take some again....well Erick had a different idea.  As you can see, he was sooooo tired and NOT in the mood for Grandma's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpmUf_Z6l-I/AAAAAAAACMQ/L-3cZbpUdW0/s1600-h/etsy+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375490907560384482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpmUf_Z6l-I/AAAAAAAACMQ/L-3cZbpUdW0/s400/etsy+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Barbara.  We love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-3678066859523748885?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/3678066859523748885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=3678066859523748885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3678066859523748885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3678066859523748885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-barbara.html' title='Happy Birthday Barbara!!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpmUg98EcVI/AAAAAAAACMg/s47r6FSB7J8/s72-c/etsy+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-7327243806971163894</id><published>2009-08-26T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:45:57.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowball Express Fun....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rick works at the John Wayne Airport, and on Saturday American Airlines put on a really fun day for the kids whose parents have died fighting in Iraq....they called it Snowball Express.  They invited all those that work at the airport and their families to join in on the fun.  I was so impressed with all they did to make it a fun day for those families who have sacrificed so much for all of us.  As you can see there were pony rides for the kids.  Haylee and Erick both just loved it. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV3mmfeZbI/AAAAAAAACL4/4zDbIocBQDQ/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374333235387852210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV3mmfeZbI/AAAAAAAACL4/4zDbIocBQDQ/s400/snowball+express+day+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV3mJCjs8I/AAAAAAAACLw/5W8Dn4XWNwc/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374333227481936834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV3mJCjs8I/AAAAAAAACLw/5W8Dn4XWNwc/s400/snowball+express+day+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that smile on Erick's face.....OMGosh he is so stinkin happy.  He said it was like being Woody on Toy Story 2.   What a funny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV3le8teUI/AAAAAAAACLo/y_h7aDw6YVQ/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374333216183122242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV3le8teUI/AAAAAAAACLo/y_h7aDw6YVQ/s400/snowball+express+day+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had a bounce house with a slide.  You can see Hayden and Haylee inside on this picture.  The kids probably spent the majority of their time inside the bounce house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV3k--XgSI/AAAAAAAACLg/eDvDDVqdIeQ/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374333207600136482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV3k--XgSI/AAAAAAAACLg/eDvDDVqdIeQ/s400/snowball+express+day+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a helicopter there that they got to sit inside of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV3kYCd8iI/AAAAAAAACLY/lgSQIxL1cEs/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374333197148353058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV3kYCd8iI/AAAAAAAACLY/lgSQIxL1cEs/s400/snowball+express+day+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And there was face painting.  Just about everyone there had there face painted in some way.  Haylee wanted a pink pony and didn't want it on her face, so she put it on her arm and we talked her into getting a pink heart on her face.  Can you tell her favorite color is pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV1Yg0ilmI/AAAAAAAACLQ/ks7grykWfz0/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374330794324170338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV1Yg0ilmI/AAAAAAAACLQ/ks7grykWfz0/s400/snowball+express+day+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is getting it painted on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV1X7mgHJI/AAAAAAAACLI/eCvkVV8nKkE/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374330784333175954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV1X7mgHJI/AAAAAAAACLI/eCvkVV8nKkE/s400/snowball+express+day+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Erick the whole time we were around the clowns that were painting the faces.  He was scared of the clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV1Xfizm4I/AAAAAAAACLA/X5vYdgG2FtY/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374330776801483650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV1Xfizm4I/AAAAAAAACLA/X5vYdgG2FtY/s400/snowball+express+day+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Zach trying to get his hands on that watermelon.  He loves watermelon Ali said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV1W2mcL5I/AAAAAAAACK4/8Rkuz_IZO4o/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374330765810872210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV1W2mcL5I/AAAAAAAACK4/8Rkuz_IZO4o/s400/snowball+express+day+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was tons of food there and it was all you could eat for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV1WdJcRmI/AAAAAAAACKw/5hHpLPaRDAA/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374330758978356834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV1WdJcRmI/AAAAAAAACKw/5hHpLPaRDAA/s400/snowball+express+day+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Hayden with the clown "Scribbles" who painted most of our faces.  She was a really nice lady.  She was from Fort Lauderdale, Florida.  She works for American Airlines during the day and is a clown on the weekends.  She said when they asked her to fly down for this event, she was more than happy to do it.  She said she volunteers at the Children's Hospital close by her and paints the kids faces who are terminally ill.  What a big heart she had.....and so stinkin funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVywIFBrjI/AAAAAAAACKo/eEU-HkFkXrk/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374327901464407602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVywIFBrjI/AAAAAAAACKo/eEU-HkFkXrk/s400/snowball+express+day+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hayden as a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVyvu0be9I/AAAAAAAACKg/H0Aqeuwlg2U/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374327894683909074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVyvu0be9I/AAAAAAAACKg/H0Aqeuwlg2U/s400/snowball+express+day+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ali and Zach got their faces painted too.  When Scribbles was painting Zach's face, there were so many people that gathered around to watch him.  He was so chill and just sat there and let her do it.  He was the hit of the day.  Everyone just couldn't get enough of little Zach that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVyu8U7nLI/AAAAAAAACKY/jYghWDvgf3I/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374327881130024114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVyu8U7nLI/AAAAAAAACKY/jYghWDvgf3I/s400/snowball+express+day+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scribbles gave him a mirror to look at his face, all he wanted to do was look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVyt1bnB_I/AAAAAAAACKI/Qc91vnGKhVQ/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374327862099118066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVyt1bnB_I/AAAAAAAACKI/Qc91vnGKhVQ/s400/snowball+express+day+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cutest Tiger I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVwX4S3yvI/AAAAAAAACJ4/js5e5NhYLF0/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374325285887396594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVwX4S3yvI/AAAAAAAACJ4/js5e5NhYLF0/s400/snowball+express+day+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach just kept wanting to stare at Hayden's face.  He still knew it was Hayden though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVwXOpccTI/AAAAAAAACJw/fjEMiZcyGuo/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374325274707783986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVwXOpccTI/AAAAAAAACJw/fjEMiZcyGuo/s400/snowball+express+day+039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I even got my face painted.  I told her to just do whatever.....oh my....she sure did.  If I had known what she was going to do, I think I would have just passed.  It was a little bit more than I was comfortable with.  In case you can't tell, I'm a peacock.  I couldn't wait to get to it with the baby wipes.....Thanks anyways Scribbles.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVwWulnm4I/AAAAAAAACJo/2jTrCgTHFo4/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374325266101803906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVwWulnm4I/AAAAAAAACJo/2jTrCgTHFo4/s400/snowball+express+day+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just before we left Haylee also got a pink pony balloon, and a pink heart balloon.  I told you the girl likes pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVwV6nR8FI/AAAAAAAACJg/uI2kN7d3HA0/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374325252150128722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVwV6nR8FI/AAAAAAAACJg/uI2kN7d3HA0/s400/snowball+express+day+045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards we went to Heather's place and went swimming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVuKoV5F7I/AAAAAAAACJY/c0OQgVV6faI/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374322859243542450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVuKoV5F7I/AAAAAAAACJY/c0OQgVV6faI/s400/snowball+express+day+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Zach is part fish, because he LOVES the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVuKZxiI1I/AAAAAAAACJQ/sxuQqyphaQg/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374322855332946770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVuKZxiI1I/AAAAAAAACJQ/sxuQqyphaQg/s400/snowball+express+day+050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At one point Erick grabbed his chair and decided he just wanted to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVuJh90uaI/AAAAAAAACJI/sybLjgTVYfs/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374322840352111010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVuJh90uaI/AAAAAAAACJI/sybLjgTVYfs/s400/snowball+express+day+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Zach's shriveled up feet from the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVuJBtzvfI/AAAAAAAACJA/JTC_Si_iMVY/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374322831695003122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVuJBtzvfI/AAAAAAAACJA/JTC_Si_iMVY/s400/snowball+express+day+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went up to her place and Rick and I played Wii Bowling.  I had never played before.  This was Zach watching us play.  Just chillin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVuIaMP3VI/AAAAAAAACI4/WXKfmZOsZ8Q/s1600-h/snowball+express+day+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374322821085257042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpVuIaMP3VI/AAAAAAAACI4/WXKfmZOsZ8Q/s400/snowball+express+day+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a really fun day.  I hope the families that were  there had as much fun as we did.  Thanks for taking me along Rick!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-7327243806971163894?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/7327243806971163894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=7327243806971163894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/7327243806971163894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/7327243806971163894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/08/snowball-express-fun.html' title='Snowball Express Fun....'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SpV3mmfeZbI/AAAAAAAACL4/4zDbIocBQDQ/s72-c/snowball+express+day+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-6674055538260184446</id><published>2009-08-21T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:57:55.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love living close to Disneyland....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday Rick, Heather and Trevor all had the day off work.  Ironically enough, we all have passes to Disneyland too.  Since the weather has been so much cooler lately, we decided it would be a perfect day to spend together at Disneyland.  I have to day that Disneyland is fun, but SOOOOO much better with the little ones.  Luckily Heather grabbed her camera, and she got some cute shots of the kiddos.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8jZj1SW0I/AAAAAAAACIA/1l4KPMmkUcI/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372551802498734914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8jZj1SW0I/AAAAAAAACIA/1l4KPMmkUcI/s400/Heathers+Pictures+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haylee all wet after we went on the River Ride.  Last month when Trevor and I went on my birthday, due to the long wait on their part to get my pass in order, we got 3 passes to just walk to the front of the line .... no waiting.... the only way to go I must say....ha ha ha  So, we used it on this ride which was a 45 minute wait.  It was great.  We felt like V.I.P.  ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8jZLgFQkI/AAAAAAAACH4/UHotVN1SHYQ/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372551795967345218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8jZLgFQkI/AAAAAAAACH4/UHotVN1SHYQ/s400/Heathers+Pictures+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach keeping an eye on his Aunt Heather.....literally. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8jYQ89G9I/AAAAAAAACHw/9ptedCLBvK4/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372551780250754002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8jYQ89G9I/AAAAAAAACHw/9ptedCLBvK4/s400/Heathers+Pictures+037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heather got some great shots of the babies together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8iBYjmVrI/AAAAAAAACHo/okECA8V17nQ/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372550287643268786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8iBYjmVrI/AAAAAAAACHo/okECA8V17nQ/s400/Heathers+Pictures+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loved this one.  My favorite of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8iAwQd3qI/AAAAAAAACHg/it6bKuJChqc/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372550276825603746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8iAwQd3qI/AAAAAAAACHg/it6bKuJChqc/s400/Heathers+Pictures+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we went on the River Ride, Trevor stayed and watched Zach and Erick.  He took them to Brother Bear which is right by the River Ride.  Erick was in heaven.  He was running all over the place just going from place to place.  He loved it in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8iARjNREI/AAAAAAAACHY/r0xQQ-oLSKw/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372550268582708290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8iARjNREI/AAAAAAAACHY/r0xQQ-oLSKw/s400/Heathers+Pictures+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8h_yokR5I/AAAAAAAACHQ/gS-vvTgWY3s/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372550260283688850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8h_yokR5I/AAAAAAAACHQ/gS-vvTgWY3s/s400/Heathers+Pictures+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erick coming out of one of the slides in Brother Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8h_YApDuI/AAAAAAAACHI/Lyv3h72lfG8/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372550253136908002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8h_YApDuI/AAAAAAAACHI/Lyv3h72lfG8/s400/Heathers+Pictures+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went on King Triton's carousel.  Erick didn't really want to do it, but when everyone else got on he really had no choice.  Zach even rode one of the "fishes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8f-Py0OTI/AAAAAAAACHA/ZSyxR22QJTY/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372548034728311090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8f-Py0OTI/AAAAAAAACHA/ZSyxR22QJTY/s400/Heathers+Pictures+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He wasn't too sure for a minute there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8f9rgrV8I/AAAAAAAACG4/yxEYFLbiQuo/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372548024988555202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8f9rgrV8I/AAAAAAAACG4/yxEYFLbiQuo/s400/Heathers+Pictures+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8fGP3XPBI/AAAAAAAACGw/QWys0ZHuFRs/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372547072674708498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8fGP3XPBI/AAAAAAAACGw/QWys0ZHuFRs/s400/Heathers+Pictures+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Making sure Grandma is still close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8fFl0M-BI/AAAAAAAACGo/zLagIRhgznk/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372547061387163666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8fFl0M-BI/AAAAAAAACGo/zLagIRhgznk/s400/Heathers+Pictures+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When the ride started, Erick looked at me and said, "This ride is kinda fun huh Grandma?"  It was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8fFMpk0OI/AAAAAAAACGg/Bs8uCcbuAIU/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372547054631702754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8fFMpk0OI/AAAAAAAACGg/Bs8uCcbuAIU/s400/Heathers+Pictures+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8fEf0eXcI/AAAAAAAACGY/E3OZUdgHgS8/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372547042597821890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8fEf0eXcI/AAAAAAAACGY/E3OZUdgHgS8/s400/Heathers+Pictures+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8fD0RuJ9I/AAAAAAAACGQ/9XEZHdliJ4I/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372547030909331410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8fD0RuJ9I/AAAAAAAACGQ/9XEZHdliJ4I/s400/Heathers+Pictures+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hayden has been waiting to be tall enough to ride Maliboomer.  It shoots you up high and fast.  Well, he is finally tall enough and got to ride it for the first time.  Heather got some great shots of him.  This one is just as it is shooting us up.  The look on his face is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8dCwYetyI/AAAAAAAACGI/1qF9nUO0Tyw/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372544813660813090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8dCwYetyI/AAAAAAAACGI/1qF9nUO0Tyw/s400/Heathers+Pictures+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just look at the anticipation on his face in this picture.  He's so stinkin cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8dCYKThmI/AAAAAAAACGA/TQju5xVI2Tc/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372544807158908514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8dCYKThmI/AAAAAAAACGA/TQju5xVI2Tc/s400/Heathers+Pictures+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wait for it....wait for it.....wait for it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8dBzv8PQI/AAAAAAAACF4/CcsnlBpxR_4/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372544797384654082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8dBzv8PQI/AAAAAAAACF4/CcsnlBpxR_4/s400/Heathers+Pictures+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is so happy and so excited.  He loved it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8dBeotRSI/AAAAAAAACFw/fXutHJHD-Mc/s1600-h/Heathers+Pictures+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372544791717168418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8dBeotRSI/AAAAAAAACFw/fXutHJHD-Mc/s400/Heathers+Pictures+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We really did have a great time together.  I can't think of a better way to bring my summer to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-6674055538260184446?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/6674055538260184446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=6674055538260184446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/6674055538260184446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/6674055538260184446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-living-close-to-disneyland.html' title='I love living close to Disneyland....'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/So8jZj1SW0I/AAAAAAAACIA/1l4KPMmkUcI/s72-c/Heathers+Pictures+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-7605594970529046124</id><published>2009-08-16T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:37:37.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Soi8x6yxW3I/AAAAAAAACCY/5MP5hiaFxms/s1600-h/Suprise+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370750121421134706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Soi8x6yxW3I/AAAAAAAACCY/5MP5hiaFxms/s400/Suprise+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well it would seem as though I am going to be a grandma again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came home yesterday and Jeff and Nicole were at the house.  We were all a buzz about all the Big Brother drama with Chima....{a silly show we are addicted to right now}.  The kids told me there was more news on CBS.com to go to the computer and check it out.  As I walk over to the computer, this is the picture on my screensaver.   At first I'm thinking I've seen a picture like this with Rick and Ali.  Then, it dawns on me, wait a minute, this isn't Rick and Ali, this is Jeff and Nicole.  I turned around to ask them if this picture means what I think it means, and they are grinning from ear to ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We just couldn't be happier at our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Jeff and Nicole. Your life is just going to get better from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-7605594970529046124?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/7605594970529046124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=7605594970529046124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/7605594970529046124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/7605594970529046124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Soi8x6yxW3I/AAAAAAAACCY/5MP5hiaFxms/s72-c/Suprise+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-770966073894375802</id><published>2009-08-14T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:15:07.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's little helper....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trevor and I were able to go visit Wildomar yesterday and play with the kiddos.  As you can see here, Erick is helping his daddy mow the lawn.  That's right Rick, teach him young.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoV9LFOvbgI/AAAAAAAACCQ/xfgMo25OZ_s/s1600-h/August+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369835760045223426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoV9LFOvbgI/AAAAAAAACCQ/xfgMo25OZ_s/s400/August+2009+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After yardwork was done.  Off we went to go pick up the kiddos new playhouse.  How cute is this little playhouse?  Ali found this on Craig's list for very cheap.  It even has screens on the windows, curtains for the windows, and a doorbell.  I also couldn't get a good shot of the weathervane on the roof.  It really was a great score on Ali's part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoV9J1wYduI/AAAAAAAACCI/oq5P5YqAM0c/s1600-h/August+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369835738711488226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoV9J1wYduI/AAAAAAAACCI/oq5P5YqAM0c/s400/August+2009+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How cute is little Zach peeking his head up over the door?  I think the kids are going to have lots of fun with their new playhouse.  They sure look excited....Wow!  Hayden sure is getting tall isn't he????  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-770966073894375802?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/770966073894375802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=770966073894375802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/770966073894375802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/770966073894375802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddys-little-helper.html' title='Daddy&apos;s little helper....'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoV9LFOvbgI/AAAAAAAACCQ/xfgMo25OZ_s/s72-c/August+2009+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-6626690999356088908</id><published>2009-08-11T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:02:42.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A funfilled Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past Saturday was a busy, fun day.  It started out with swimming over at Heather's new place.  It was a huge swimming pool, and the kids just had a blast.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGbzYOJAQI/AAAAAAAACCA/h9bHnOFdtwM/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743537779736834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGbzYOJAQI/AAAAAAAACCA/h9bHnOFdtwM/s400/August+8,+2009+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haylee has absolutely no fear.  That girl would just jump off the edge of the pool backwards and do a flip.  Hayden was not quite as crazy, but decided he wanted to give it a shot.  Here they both are just before the big jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGbzDOi3LI/AAAAAAAACB4/OhaD2RcfF0E/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743532144286898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGbzDOi3LI/AAAAAAAACB4/OhaD2RcfF0E/s400/August+8,+2009+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Zach loves the water too.  He just chills in there.  So sweet to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGbyjrBAWI/AAAAAAAACBw/Cf4hEWPRslo/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743523673768290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGbyjrBAWI/AAAAAAAACBw/Cf4hEWPRslo/s400/August+8,+2009+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erick also had no fear.  I love this picture I got of him jumping into the pool.  He just jumped in expecting either Heather or Trevor to be there to get him....crazy child. :&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGbyPab1YI/AAAAAAAACBo/zJt8AgRibrw/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743518235514242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGbyPab1YI/AAAAAAAACBo/zJt8AgRibrw/s400/August+8,+2009+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach is having a snack break here.  So macho just sitting in his lounge chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGXXDN9oGI/AAAAAAAACBY/YjQtzXZ_xwc/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368738653058998370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGXXDN9oGI/AAAAAAAACBY/YjQtzXZ_xwc/s400/August+8,+2009+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a sweet smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGXWlbgpdI/AAAAAAAACBQ/QtB_VYSaoq4/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368738645062755794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGXWlbgpdI/AAAAAAAACBQ/QtB_VYSaoq4/s400/August+8,+2009+045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brothers bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGXWbxjeLI/AAAAAAAACBI/1dNlpzbu59A/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368738642470860978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGXWbxjeLI/AAAAAAAACBI/1dNlpzbu59A/s400/August+8,+2009+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGXV4IxrKI/AAAAAAAACBA/Q6Pv5p4Qngo/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368738632904584354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGXV4IxrKI/AAAAAAAACBA/Q6Pv5p4Qngo/s400/August+8,+2009+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I captured a brief moment of stillness on Erick's part.  That boy didn't stop the whole time we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGXVdR5OrI/AAAAAAAACA4/-HCbDKw1GTc/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368738625695070898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGXVdR5OrI/AAAAAAAACA4/-HCbDKw1GTc/s400/August+8,+2009+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later we came back to Grandma's house.  Zach is starting to scoot.  He gets up on all fours too.  It is so stinking cute watching him do this.  I tried and tried to get these pictures of him on his fours.  He made it very difficult, he would see me with the camera and turn to face me.  While I love his cute little face, it was his sideview I wanted for these pictures.  I finally was able to get some good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGVWJsysAI/AAAAAAAACAw/gWM3LY4ykuc/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368736438595792898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGVWJsysAI/AAAAAAAACAw/gWM3LY4ykuc/s400/August+8,+2009+068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thinking .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGVVui4Y_I/AAAAAAAACAo/JgI88k41vJs/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368736431306466290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGVVui4Y_I/AAAAAAAACAo/JgI88k41vJs/s400/August+8,+2009+069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGVVSE7UpI/AAAAAAAACAg/X4knb32Ed-o/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368736423664636562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGVVSE7UpI/AAAAAAAACAg/X4knb32Ed-o/s400/August+8,+2009+067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my favorite shot of Zach that night.  I love the look on his face.  He has this little grin that looks like he's saying, "Look Grandma, one foot!".  So adorable.  I love this little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGVUl3XTzI/AAAAAAAACAY/o1j7te8Kl8k/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368736411796590386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGVUl3XTzI/AAAAAAAACAY/o1j7te8Kl8k/s400/August+8,+2009+066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGVUJoxBuI/AAAAAAAACAQ/dkBeXcG22k0/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368736404219168482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGVUJoxBuI/AAAAAAAACAQ/dkBeXcG22k0/s400/August+8,+2009+065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved this pose of Erick's in the tub.  He is just leanin on one arm while lying on his side, playing with his tub toys.   Such a funny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGTEd9N8yI/AAAAAAAACAI/oSstNDXGVdI/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368733935772496674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGTEd9N8yI/AAAAAAAACAI/oSstNDXGVdI/s400/August+8,+2009+081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I totally posted these last few pictures backwards.  Erick's bath came after we played Sorry.  Here we are playing the Sorry game that Hayden just opened as a birthday present from Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGTD902YiI/AAAAAAAACAA/CTCpTAa8bj4/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368733927147463202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGTD902YiI/AAAAAAAACAA/CTCpTAa8bj4/s400/August+8,+2009+079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hayden loves to play board games.  So, we decided to get him some of his own for his birthday.  He loves to play Sorry, and he loves Spongebob.  He gets the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGTDS_IYKI/AAAAAAAAB_4/nF7bOzRibT4/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368733915647860898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGTDS_IYKI/AAAAAAAAB_4/nF7bOzRibT4/s400/August+8,+2009+077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He kept telling me that he thought this present was a football.  He seemed pleasantly surprised when it was Jenga instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGTC21iGPI/AAAAAAAAB_w/_L-FMOq_XAs/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368733908091410674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGTC21iGPI/AAAAAAAAB_w/_L-FMOq_XAs/s400/August+8,+2009+071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erick is so happy that it is present opening time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGTCe_U8RI/AAAAAAAAB_o/myPor2KkYT0/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368733901690040594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGTCe_U8RI/AAAAAAAAB_o/myPor2KkYT0/s400/August+8,+2009+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a fun day/night.  It's so nice to have Hayden back home again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in case I have never mentioned it......I LOVE being a Grandma!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-6626690999356088908?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/6626690999356088908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=6626690999356088908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/6626690999356088908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/6626690999356088908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/08/funfilled-saturday.html' title='A funfilled Saturday'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SoGbzYOJAQI/AAAAAAAACCA/h9bHnOFdtwM/s72-c/August+8,+2009+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-6560795516712672317</id><published>2009-08-09T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:18:49.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Butterfly Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went out into the backyard yesterday to dump the trash, and this is what I found on the wall in the backyard.  I immediately ran into the house, and grabbed my camera to capture it on film.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many times have you seen a butterfly emerging from it's cocoon?  After taking pictures, we left and went swimming at Heather's new place.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sn9IcPRAn-I/AAAAAAAAB_I/8aNHOMN7ZlQ/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368088930820333538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sn9IcPRAn-I/AAAAAAAAB_I/8aNHOMN7ZlQ/s400/August+8,+2009+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got home, it was still stuck.  I decided that it needed help.  I didn't want to help it at first because I knew it needed to do it on it's own for strength.  At this point, it had been stuck for well over 4 hours.  I figured it would die if I didn't help it anyway, so why not just help it out???  The reason the poor little thing couldn't get out is because it's wing was like infused into the cocoon....the wings couldn't open fully even after I got it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sn9IbCoD1-I/AAAAAAAAB-4/YW5alOyC92g/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368088910247483362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sn9IbCoD1-I/AAAAAAAAB-4/YW5alOyC92g/s400/August+8,+2009+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The grandkids were totally loving watching it try to fly off.  The poor little guys was just wiped out from trying so hard, so long to get out that he was almost dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sn9Ia7YVjxI/AAAAAAAAB-w/ZhFsTIbqXw0/s1600-h/August+8,+2009+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368088908302487314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sn9Ia7YVjxI/AAAAAAAAB-w/ZhFsTIbqXw0/s400/August+8,+2009+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I sure wish that the ending of this experience would have been a better outcome.  Unfortunately, the poor little guys just didn't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-6560795516712672317?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/6560795516712672317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=6560795516712672317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/6560795516712672317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/6560795516712672317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful-butterfly-experience.html' title='Beautiful Butterfly Experience'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sn9IcPRAn-I/AAAAAAAAB_I/8aNHOMN7ZlQ/s72-c/August+8,+2009+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-3396847114289822296</id><published>2009-08-01T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:06:14.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Party Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Saturday we went to my sister and brother in law's house for some swimming fun.  We had a great time....especially Haylee.  Even little Zachary enjoyed the water.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnSCaGx4QSI/AAAAAAAAB7k/1v9qfF_LG1o/s1600-h/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365056441113133346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnSCaGx4QSI/AAAAAAAAB7k/1v9qfF_LG1o/s400/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnSCZ1gLtAI/AAAAAAAAB7c/hLY2QG011VU/s1600-h/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365056436475507714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnSCZ1gLtAI/AAAAAAAAB7c/hLY2QG011VU/s400/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Licorice break.  I think he likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnSCZQJ1a7I/AAAAAAAAB7U/TsY6-xMZiB4/s1600-h/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365056426449660850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnSCZQJ1a7I/AAAAAAAAB7U/TsY6-xMZiB4/s400/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erick loving my sister's new stray.  He just showed up in her backyard one day, and their other cat took a liking to him....wonder if he got to stay???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnSCZIydFxI/AAAAAAAAB7M/hIJQk4AR6RY/s1600-h/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365056424472549138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnSCZIydFxI/AAAAAAAAB7M/hIJQk4AR6RY/s400/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are Haylees toes at the end of the day.  That girl literally stayed in the pool the "whole" time.  She wouldn't even get out to eat lunch.  Total waterlog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnSCYiAmCSI/AAAAAAAAB7E/YMNSh9zdblE/s1600-h/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365056414062872866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnSCYiAmCSI/AAAAAAAAB7E/YMNSh9zdblE/s400/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heather trying to get Dallas to join in on the festivities....he didn't think it seemed like much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnR_eUD4HaI/AAAAAAAAB68/O7r5MD5TjmY/s1600-h/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365053214862876066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnR_eUD4HaI/AAAAAAAAB68/O7r5MD5TjmY/s400/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnR_d-wJV-I/AAAAAAAAB60/PF2Q4roRkpg/s1600-h/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365053209142974434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnR_d-wJV-I/AAAAAAAAB60/PF2Q4roRkpg/s400/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnR_dh0bkYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/mGh4f18LOXI/s1600-h/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365053201376317826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnR_dh0bkYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/mGh4f18LOXI/s400/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnR_dQUexuI/AAAAAAAAB6k/1BZ7xz0SQXE/s1600-h/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365053196678907618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnR_dQUexuI/AAAAAAAAB6k/1BZ7xz0SQXE/s400/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnR_cydYKpI/AAAAAAAAB6c/7WEAKaK__Yg/s1600-h/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365053188663159442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnR_cydYKpI/AAAAAAAAB6c/7WEAKaK__Yg/s400/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks Lora and Danny.  It was a blast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-3396847114289822296?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/3396847114289822296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=3396847114289822296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3396847114289822296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3396847114289822296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/08/pool-party-fun.html' title='Pool Party Fun'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SnSCaGx4QSI/AAAAAAAAB7k/1v9qfF_LG1o/s72-c/Mom%27s+bday+picnic+and+swim+party+09+094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-6422530196722042913</id><published>2009-07-23T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:48:28.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday night Heather comes home from work and announces she and her car are heading to Wildomar if anyone would like to go they were welcome.  Well there is NO WAY I was going to pass up a visit with the babies.  Dallas went with us, and as you can see, he was VERY excited to see the kids.  He really loves those kids and gets so excited when he sees them....of course, they feel the same way.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjzTQHiMeI/AAAAAAAAB40/ncKsH1eZ8-8/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361802868454207970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjzTQHiMeI/AAAAAAAAB40/ncKsH1eZ8-8/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haylee and Dallas couldn't give enough hugs to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjzSyE-xEI/AAAAAAAAB4s/VGpr821Qy34/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361802860390433858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjzSyE-xEI/AAAAAAAAB4s/VGpr821Qy34/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just so you know, in the picture below, Haylee is laughing.  She is loving all of Dallas' kisses and hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjzSQiNksI/AAAAAAAAB4k/PvYiStKWWwM/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361802851386233538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjzSQiNksI/AAAAAAAAB4k/PvYiStKWWwM/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a happy reunion as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjzR1A26_I/AAAAAAAAB4c/qCWav4SSJjI/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361802843998579698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjzR1A26_I/AAAAAAAAB4c/qCWav4SSJjI/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had been scrapbooking earlier in the day and realized I didn't have very many pictures of just me and Haylee.  I look HORRIBLE in this picture because it was such a hot day that day and I put NO make up on....I didn't even care!!!  How's that for attitude???  Ha ha ha&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Smjx7SDBqXI/AAAAAAAAB4U/9zJYgQ8Ivgw/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361801357143681394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Smjx7SDBqXI/AAAAAAAAB4U/9zJYgQ8Ivgw/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee took this picture of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Smjx6-6GPKI/AAAAAAAAB4M/Y53_iWJTixk/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361801352005958818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Smjx6-6GPKI/AAAAAAAAB4M/Y53_iWJTixk/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily went with us and Heather, Emily, Erick, Haylee and of course, Dallas had a little tea party in the new preschool room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Smjx6kHGNgI/AAAAAAAAB4E/XBko6nyQVag/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361801344812725762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Smjx6kHGNgI/AAAAAAAAB4E/XBko6nyQVag/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Smjx6J-cJXI/AAAAAAAAB38/Hf-vt7MFAxM/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361801337797092722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Smjx6J-cJXI/AAAAAAAAB38/Hf-vt7MFAxM/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops, I added this picture twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Smjx5sViprI/AAAAAAAAB30/NU06GXxiKys/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361801329840924338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Smjx5sViprI/AAAAAAAAB30/NU06GXxiKys/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zach is just getting so darn big and adorable.  Heather has some REALLLLLY cute pictures of Zach I will have to post later when we figure out how to get her pictures into this new computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjwEyqJ0oI/AAAAAAAAB3s/v3Wf0SHOaEY/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361799321493295746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjwEyqJ0oI/AAAAAAAAB3s/v3Wf0SHOaEY/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the giggly face.  He is such a happy little guy.  {Ignore my big head in the forefront....sorry.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjwEEqRgwI/AAAAAAAAB3k/LR1MIxcQxZ0/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361799309145768706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjwEEqRgwI/AAAAAAAAB3k/LR1MIxcQxZ0/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjwD36KT_I/AAAAAAAAB3c/P_jLIYa6S-w/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361799305722744818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjwD36KT_I/AAAAAAAAB3c/P_jLIYa6S-w/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erick was asleep when we got there.  It took him a minute to wake up and realize he had company.  Such a cute face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjwDe5JxlI/AAAAAAAAB3U/WnY1Stpg2d4/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361799299007628882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjwDe5JxlI/AAAAAAAAB3U/WnY1Stpg2d4/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjwC6PBDxI/AAAAAAAAB3M/W4W2BBRebZc/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361799289167220498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjwC6PBDxI/AAAAAAAAB3M/W4W2BBRebZc/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ali fed Zach some rice cereal while we were there.  I had to capture his silly faces on film.  He would much rather have "boob" than rice cereal anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjtXO1YRAI/AAAAAAAAB3E/8Pz1A6KG7eQ/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361796339759334402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjtXO1YRAI/AAAAAAAAB3E/8Pz1A6KG7eQ/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next couple of pictures makes me wonder what Ali put in that rice cereal.  Zach looks a little tipsy....ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjtW8XkPEI/AAAAAAAAB28/inBtsFt-2nc/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361796334802451522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjtW8XkPEI/AAAAAAAAB28/inBtsFt-2nc/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjtWa-3-5I/AAAAAAAAB20/TcAFKCrwfnk/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361796325840518034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjtWa-3-5I/AAAAAAAAB20/TcAFKCrwfnk/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjtWLxSBtI/AAAAAAAAB2s/bxPrM0k9EKY/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361796321756972754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjtWLxSBtI/AAAAAAAAB2s/bxPrM0k9EKY/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All done!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjtV9V4MAI/AAAAAAAAB2k/Do7pN8n1br8/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361796317883936770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjtV9V4MAI/AAAAAAAAB2k/Do7pN8n1br8/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was great to see and play with the babies and have a nice chat with Ali.  We sure are missing Hayden though.  I can't wait to get my hands on that little boy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-6422530196722042913?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/6422530196722042913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=6422530196722042913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/6422530196722042913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/6422530196722042913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-love.html' title='So much love....'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SmjzTQHiMeI/AAAAAAAAB40/ncKsH1eZ8-8/s72-c/jan+2009+-+july+2009+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-1424173597715218691</id><published>2009-07-17T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:19:58.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing drums with grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought everyone might get a kick out of watching the video of Erick playing drums with Grandpa at the Fourth of July block party.  Watch for the cute look on his face towards the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d4e7d8be537a7970" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGBMa8tqfPBixUEK3DW8XvfPDBh0YsuPXbn4Vh3prj1fWa-OqiqSLgiKdlOXpursgkBxNGW7YjEilA91OwidqU-MVTq5toh4E66zULPukLxkoWMpe4RfnqDF1YraUCJQoxLKMppDYTNACZoOoWcCMzBzil8JF1oJy4lkax5njAWqZvec8ULXcV_E84FCWxdvIirTQbjuTzED_MX969N2wgUy%26sigh%3DIdccTdq6WoxGW3AZRIfH6kVxHlU%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4e7d8be537a7970%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DgFGlJ-DHGyEyr3141FknK8HQS5A&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGBMa8tqfPBixUEK3DW8XvfPDBh0YsuPXbn4Vh3prj1fWa-OqiqSLgiKdlOXpursgkBxNGW7YjEilA91OwidqU-MVTq5toh4E66zULPukLxkoWMpe4RfnqDF1YraUCJQoxLKMppDYTNACZoOoWcCMzBzil8JF1oJy4lkax5njAWqZvec8ULXcV_E84FCWxdvIirTQbjuTzED_MX969N2wgUy%26sigh%3DIdccTdq6WoxGW3AZRIfH6kVxHlU%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4e7d8be537a7970%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DgFGlJ-DHGyEyr3141FknK8HQS5A&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a great day everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-1424173597715218691?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d4e7d8be537a7970&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/1424173597715218691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=1424173597715218691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/1424173597715218691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/1424173597715218691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/07/playing-drums-with-grandpa.html' title='Playing drums with grandpa'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-8736447120772658446</id><published>2009-07-14T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:23:37.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 4th of July Celebration.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gary is in a band.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the band members had a block party on their street on the 4th of July....so, the band played.  Rick and Ali and the kids and I went to join the festivities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I took to the party.  Notice the red, white and blue theme....and can I say, it was delicious????  It was easy too.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzHxlJontI/AAAAAAAABzI/cShjx6Gv5MY/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358377311264087762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzHxlJontI/AAAAAAAABzI/cShjx6Gv5MY/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thought you'd like to see all the yummy goodness inside.....ummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzHWMNMvEI/AAAAAAAABzA/qgiybSJjnEA/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358376840711683138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzHWMNMvEI/AAAAAAAABzA/qgiybSJjnEA/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erick sitting down eating his "chips"....yummy dinner huh???....waiting for the band to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzGAibioaI/AAAAAAAABy4/CJhacCsjRXQ/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358375369208668578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzGAibioaI/AAAAAAAABy4/CJhacCsjRXQ/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzFbMnKU2I/AAAAAAAAByw/195BnQtZ3T0/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358374727696667490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzFbMnKU2I/AAAAAAAAByw/195BnQtZ3T0/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Erick's reaction when the band started playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzEcCpdaOI/AAAAAAAAByk/rvG6eCWl6vY/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358373642690193634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzEcCpdaOI/AAAAAAAAByk/rvG6eCWl6vY/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see he adjusted to the loudness.  We were sitting right by the speakers, so that didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzBtZgxCxI/AAAAAAAAByc/5vQ3osyIR20/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358370642350639890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzBtZgxCxI/AAAAAAAAByc/5vQ3osyIR20/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laura, the singer in the band, knows Haylee loves microphones and singing....so, she called Haylee up to sing with the band and play a little tapping of sticks together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzACfC94AI/AAAAAAAAByQ/bbpOpS9q_qk/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358368805590261762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzACfC94AI/AAAAAAAAByQ/bbpOpS9q_qk/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She LOVED it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzAAxaN-wI/AAAAAAAAByI/d15_4-TBOOc/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358368776159886082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzAAxaN-wI/AAAAAAAAByI/d15_4-TBOOc/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the band played their first set, Grandpa came and joined us.  Erick being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly-kPSXVBI/AAAAAAAAByA/C0oMJkKSvsE/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358367186452173842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly-kPSXVBI/AAAAAAAAByA/C0oMJkKSvsE/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly-j__aTBI/AAAAAAAABx4/fPKkd9KNns4/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358367182346144786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly-j__aTBI/AAAAAAAABx4/fPKkd9KNns4/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even little Zach enjoyed the day.  The music didn't seem to bother him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly9TPsExOI/AAAAAAAABxw/UaEyjEInmr8/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358365794990605538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly9TPsExOI/AAAAAAAABxw/UaEyjEInmr8/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly9S9SgXrI/AAAAAAAABxo/2UCHDPLbYDU/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358365790051524274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly9S9SgXrI/AAAAAAAABxo/2UCHDPLbYDU/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is so stinking adorable.  I love those cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly9SqNTHkI/AAAAAAAABxg/qskK6LqTmz4/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358365784929410626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly9SqNTHkI/AAAAAAAABxg/qskK6LqTmz4/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how when you hold Zach close, he takes his little hand and holds it on your face.  It is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly79hsXmgI/AAAAAAAABxY/wBwS3TQRl0k/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358364322354928130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly79hsXmgI/AAAAAAAABxY/wBwS3TQRl0k/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was great, because Rick is in the middle of these two in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly79UpPHwI/AAAAAAAABxQ/jXqvOde9vjg/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358364318852128514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly79UpPHwI/AAAAAAAABxQ/jXqvOde9vjg/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa just couldn't get enough loving from this little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly7OLvrVRI/AAAAAAAABxI/6yScdPp7o68/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358363509009372434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly7OLvrVRI/AAAAAAAABxI/6yScdPp7o68/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the activities was an ice-cream eating contest.....without your hands.....Erick got right in there and had a great ol' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly6kt_e4QI/AAAAAAAABxA/OQS-fyRzg8I/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358362796647964930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly6kt_e4QI/AAAAAAAABxA/OQS-fyRzg8I/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly6keCHlRI/AAAAAAAABw4/SZ9TuTQSO6I/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358362792364053778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly6keCHlRI/AAAAAAAABw4/SZ9TuTQSO6I/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly6j2id5JI/AAAAAAAABww/LQofamsCBMI/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358362781762315410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly6j2id5JI/AAAAAAAABww/LQofamsCBMI/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haylee.....not so much. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly6jQdJlFI/AAAAAAAABwo/BRHSzXU8Q4c/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358362771539465298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly6jQdJlFI/AAAAAAAABwo/BRHSzXU8Q4c/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was NOT happy when they added chocolate syrup to her ice-cream.....What Haylee????  Are you kidding me???? That's the best part of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly6iVpxUMI/AAAAAAAABwg/EYfQPi0wbkY/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358362755754709186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly6iVpxUMI/AAAAAAAABwg/EYfQPi0wbkY/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later, some kids were so excited they started lighting off fireworks before it got dark.  Some sweet kids were kind enough to share their poppers with Erick and Haylee.  They had fun with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly3hKfenbI/AAAAAAAABwY/B0CT5i3Lu3I/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358359437043998130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly3hKfenbI/AAAAAAAABwY/B0CT5i3Lu3I/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly3gpoMbhI/AAAAAAAABwQ/DvnnA5cHLKI/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358359428222184978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly3gpoMbhI/AAAAAAAABwQ/DvnnA5cHLKI/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly2tZ3UmII/AAAAAAAABwI/JQq9VpBc2Mc/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358358547817339010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly2tZ3UmII/AAAAAAAABwI/JQq9VpBc2Mc/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later, the band played another set of songs.  Erick went and asked Grandpa if he could play with him....Grandpa put him on his lap and played with Erick's help.  He was actually playing along with him.  Erick LOVED it.  I have a video of him playing with a grin on his face from ear to ear.  Maybe I'll post it later.  He really did have fun. Poor Rick and Ali, another drummer in the family.....ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly2Owq1mdI/AAAAAAAABwA/SUsvYgtlFcA/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358358021363046866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly2Owq1mdI/AAAAAAAABwA/SUsvYgtlFcA/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As the sun started to go down, out came the sparklers.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{I don't know why this picture wouldn't turn.  I'm still trying to play with this new computer and figure things out.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly1sqRvjrI/AAAAAAAABv4/LoSQrMHWFt4/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358357435531628210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly1sqRvjrI/AAAAAAAABv4/LoSQrMHWFt4/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly1sMcgXmI/AAAAAAAABvw/e_I1oU9eox0/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358357427523706466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly1sMcgXmI/AAAAAAAABvw/e_I1oU9eox0/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of Erick with his sparkler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly01PipYjI/AAAAAAAABvo/ifF1gbKjVR8/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358356483461964338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sly01PipYjI/AAAAAAAABvo/ifF1gbKjVR8/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was fun.  The smoke from all the fireworks got to be a little too much for the baby, so we headed out.  I hope everyone had a great 4th of July.  I'm very grateful for all those who have served our great country, and their families that support them.   While the economy might suck right now, I'm still grateful to live in this country and to enjoy all that we do....especially freedom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-8736447120772658446?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/8736447120772658446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=8736447120772658446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/8736447120772658446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/8736447120772658446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-4th-of-july-celebration.html' title='Our 4th of July Celebration.....'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlzHxlJontI/AAAAAAAABzI/cShjx6Gv5MY/s72-c/jan+2009+-+july+2009+660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-6756360608181096689</id><published>2009-07-13T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:11:15.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover at Grandma's house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow....we had a horrible tragedy at our house.....our computer crashed!!!!  It is for that simple reason I have not posted pictures lately.  We had to wait to get a new computer, then when we finally got it, you got to try to figure out how to use the new computer.  Trying to figure all these things out has taken some time.  I decided it was high time I figured out how to upload pictures that I finally learned how to download on my new computer, onto the blog.  Success!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlvKMMhQOpI/AAAAAAAABuw/IjPLLkJZb0U/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358098492555278994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlvKMMhQOpI/AAAAAAAABuw/IjPLLkJZb0U/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a fun slumber party at Grandma's house on Friday, July 3rd.  It was good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlvKLxIkAxI/AAAAAAAABuo/rK2gRaNuOMA/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358098485203960594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlvKLxIkAxI/AAAAAAAABuo/rK2gRaNuOMA/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The above photo makes me absolutely laugh.  I was trying to get Erick to smile for the camera, and he wouldn't.  So, I asked him to say "peanut butter and jelly sandwiches", and this is the look he gave me, with the explanation that he doesn't like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  What a silly guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlvKLdq0n_I/AAAAAAAABug/wSu-DZUjuwQ/s1600-h/jan+2009+-+july+2009+644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358098479978946546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlvKLdq0n_I/AAAAAAAABug/wSu-DZUjuwQ/s400/jan+2009+-+july+2009+644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor got a fun summer pool, and the kids decided to break it in.  They really had a fun time.  Now that I have figured this out, I will post pictures of our Fourth of July celebration tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a happy day everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-6756360608181096689?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/6756360608181096689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=6756360608181096689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/6756360608181096689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/6756360608181096689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepover-at-grandmas-house.html' title='Sleepover at Grandma&apos;s house'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SlvKMMhQOpI/AAAAAAAABuw/IjPLLkJZb0U/s72-c/jan+2009+-+july+2009+654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-2417530586908312088</id><published>2009-06-23T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:08:29.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can see we didn't do anything fancy to celebrate Father's Day....we just hung out. But honestly, sometimes the most memorable times are the ones where you "just hang out". It was so nice to have Jeff and Nicole with us. They have such busy lives they don't get to "hang out" with us as much as I'd like, so it was great to have them there. I love just sitting around "catching up" with everyone too. That's pretty much what were doing here. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkENRELinRI/AAAAAAAABuY/sr5gqPJHRiY/s1600-h/June+2009+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350572419123944722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkENRELinRI/AAAAAAAABuY/sr5gqPJHRiY/s400/June+2009+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are so many of us that we don't all fit at the table, so some of us stood around the kichen bar. We stuck little Zach in his Bumbo, and he was so cute sitting there like one of the big kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkENQj_hYHI/AAAAAAAABuQ/xm8HOOHi4pU/s1600-h/June+2009+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350572410483597426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkENQj_hYHI/AAAAAAAABuQ/xm8HOOHi4pU/s400/June+2009+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Previously, I posted the pictures of little Zach being absolutely adorable. This is the picture of him from behind. While I was laughing and playing with him and taking the earlier pictures, everyone in the living room was watching and smiling. I couldn't figure out why, until they told me to come look at how cute the back of his head was. I love how cute his little ears are from the back of his head, so I had to get this adorable shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkENQRdyvcI/AAAAAAAABuI/VHZmlgWVSmk/s1600-h/June+2009+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350572405510290882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkENQRdyvcI/AAAAAAAABuI/VHZmlgWVSmk/s400/June+2009+109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rick and Ali have been scoring some great deals on Craig's List lately. They got little Zach this cute little bouncy, fun toy for a whole $5.oo. He was so cute playing in it. But I'm sorry, with grandma around, he didn't last in it too long. I had to just get him and love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkELyge2piI/AAAAAAAABuA/QSzbqPog86I/s1600-h/June+2009+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350570794633569826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkELyge2piI/AAAAAAAABuA/QSzbqPog86I/s400/June+2009+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heather took the kids to the grocery store with her to pick up some condiments for our sub sandwiches. While at the store Haylee saw these "noodles". She told Heather something to the effect of "when I get my cast off in a few days, I'm going swimming at my friends house. Heather if you don't buy me one of these I'll drown." So, like a good Aunt not wanting her neice to drown, she bought them both one......sucker Heather!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here Jeff and Erick are having a "noodle" fight. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkELyJ0didI/AAAAAAAABt4/dP32Ny-iTj8/s1600-h/June+2009+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350570788550183378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkELyJ0didI/AAAAAAAABt4/dP32Ny-iTj8/s400/June+2009+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haylee and Nicole "catching up". {I love Nicole's new hair color}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkELx_J4VAI/AAAAAAAABtw/GvKWPOLEQbw/s1600-h/June+2009+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350570785687229442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkELx_J4VAI/AAAAAAAABtw/GvKWPOLEQbw/s400/June+2009+094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Erick and I watching Ratoutioulle....however you spell that movie....ha ha ha earlier in the evening.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkELxXQPiII/AAAAAAAABto/9TzNl7O6Sfc/s1600-h/June+2009+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350570774976497794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkELxXQPiII/AAAAAAAABto/9TzNl7O6Sfc/s400/June+2009+081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this is us later in the night. After dinner he came up to me and said, "Grandma, will you hold me"? So, of course I'm going to take that opportunity to cuddle. I knew he was tired, so we went into see if the movie was still playing. The credits were rolling so we started it again.....he lasted a whole 5 minutes if that. Trevor told me to lay him down on the couch and I said "NO WAY... I never get the chance to just cuddle Erick like that, so I took complete advantage of it, and we cuddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkELw3VgTGI/AAAAAAAABtg/AwF169PZVJk/s1600-h/June+2009+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350570766408633442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkELw3VgTGI/AAAAAAAABtg/AwF169PZVJk/s400/June+2009+112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fun night being together as a family. There's no where in the world I would rather be than with the ones I love!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-2417530586908312088?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/2417530586908312088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=2417530586908312088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/2417530586908312088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/2417530586908312088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-fun.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Fun'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SkENRELinRI/AAAAAAAABuY/sr5gqPJHRiY/s72-c/June+2009+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-1029002549650937677</id><published>2009-06-22T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:50:54.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our goodbye to Hayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I realize I'm backtracking on my posts here.  I decided that I needed to blog these pictures before I blog our fun Father's Day celebration pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Wednesday, the 17th, Amy and I went out to Wildomar to say our goodbyes to Hayden.  He left for 6 long weeks to go visit his dad.  Amy and I just knew we couldn't let him leave without some loving from us.  It seems like we are always getting pictures of the kiddos with Aunt Heather....well this time there was no Aunt Heather, so Amy got the loving.  Lucky girl.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj-lclN12AI/AAAAAAAABtY/rlBTLNGqiF4/s1600-h/June+2009+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350176792784525314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj-lclN12AI/AAAAAAAABtY/rlBTLNGqiF4/s400/June+2009+117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They wanted to take a picture making funny faces too....so here is the funny face picture.  Even Zach's face looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj-lcTmQcwI/AAAAAAAABtQ/BVSvkrTSwm4/s1600-h/June+2009+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350176788055094018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj-lcTmQcwI/AAAAAAAABtQ/BVSvkrTSwm4/s400/June+2009+118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a picture I had to capture.  Eric just sitting down reading a book in "the library".  Ali is starting a preschool in September and this is the "library" section.  It is a really cute set up and looks like it will be tons of fun.  She is a great mom, so I know she will be the BEST preschool teacher ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj-lcEQot8I/AAAAAAAABtI/LAQtJJYjt64/s1600-h/June+2009+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350176783937877954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj-lcEQot8I/AAAAAAAABtI/LAQtJJYjt64/s400/June+2009+119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These next 2 pictures are just adorable of Amy and the little nugget.  He is just so dang cute.  I can't wait to see what his personality holds in store as he gets older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj-lbnJaOeI/AAAAAAAABtA/aFyZbPllbEI/s1600-h/June+2009+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350176776122939874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj-lbnJaOeI/AAAAAAAABtA/aFyZbPllbEI/s400/June+2009+114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You just can't get enough kisses in with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj-lbVuzH-I/AAAAAAAABs4/BPEnTnVnxkM/s1600-h/June+2009+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350176771447922658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj-lbVuzH-I/AAAAAAAABs4/BPEnTnVnxkM/s400/June+2009+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fun night.  We were both so glad we got to see the kiddos and say goodbye to Hayden.  Hayden loves the show "Wipeout", so we sat and watched that with him.  Crazy show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-1029002549650937677?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/1029002549650937677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=1029002549650937677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/1029002549650937677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/1029002549650937677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-goodbye-to-hayden.html' title='Our goodbye to Hayden'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj-lclN12AI/AAAAAAAABtY/rlBTLNGqiF4/s72-c/June+2009+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-3565591750567486659</id><published>2009-06-21T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:26:25.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Cutest Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what Zach's t-shirt says, but who am I as his grandma to disagree?  I too think he is the cutest baby right now.  He is so happy and fun.  He just smiles and lights up all the time. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj6yESrzC9I/AAAAAAAABsw/rQ0ysX-9_qA/s1600-h/June+2009+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349909194167487442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj6yESrzC9I/AAAAAAAABsw/rQ0ysX-9_qA/s400/June+2009+105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj6yEKtyY3I/AAAAAAAABso/r_j02ElXuC0/s1600-h/June+2009+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349909192028349298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj6yEKtyY3I/AAAAAAAABso/r_j02ElXuC0/s400/June+2009+104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa getting some lovin in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj6yDtSVDrI/AAAAAAAABsg/jYx1aywvrRw/s1600-h/June+2009+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349909184128552626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj6yDtSVDrI/AAAAAAAABsg/jYx1aywvrRw/s400/June+2009+107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it's so funny how Trevor looks so much like Rick that Zach just lights up when he sees Trevor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj6yDXCk-CI/AAAAAAAABsY/5t4mERUD_dk/s1600-h/June+2009+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349909178156906530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj6yDXCk-CI/AAAAAAAABsY/5t4mERUD_dk/s400/June+2009+093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rick doesn't like his son at all....NOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj6yDLmGizI/AAAAAAAABsQ/J_8AgxbrAsk/s1600-h/June+2009+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349909175084682034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj6yDLmGizI/AAAAAAAABsQ/J_8AgxbrAsk/s400/June+2009+084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a tease of more pictures to come from our fun night last night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sure missed having Hayden there.  If you're reading this Hayden....we love and miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-3565591750567486659?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/3565591750567486659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=3565591750567486659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3565591750567486659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3565591750567486659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/06/worlds-cutest-baby.html' title='World&apos;s Cutest Baby'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Sj6yESrzC9I/AAAAAAAABsw/rQ0ysX-9_qA/s72-c/June+2009+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-24157682661312348</id><published>2009-06-19T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:21:26.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjxwShN4ilI/AAAAAAAABsI/OqyBUvFbfDU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349273920865864274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjxwShN4ilI/AAAAAAAABsI/OqyBUvFbfDU/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can I just say that this is one of the cutest movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trevor and I went and saw it tonight and I can't wait to see it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a list of movies I could watch over and over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ 27 dresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~How to lose a guy in 10 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Just like Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~The Break Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Disturbia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Twilight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to name a few...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well this movie will be making it to that list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you see it, tell me what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-24157682661312348?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/24157682661312348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=24157682661312348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/24157682661312348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/24157682661312348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-movie.html' title='Great Movie'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjxwShN4ilI/AAAAAAAABsI/OqyBUvFbfDU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-8440651869373173230</id><published>2009-06-17T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:20:18.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who doesn't love a good In n Out burger????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My kids work for a great company.  They work for In n Out.  Every year In n Out has a great company picnic.  They have TONS of food.  Of course there are Burgers....you can see how much they were all enjoying their burgers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amy &amp;amp; Trevor&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjlpaU4ZQkI/AAAAAAAABsA/HftiW8W02hg/s1600-h/June+2009+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348421933481935426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjlpaU4ZQkI/AAAAAAAABsA/HftiW8W02hg/s400/June+2009+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjlpaABIAHI/AAAAAAAABr4/etwq0fXBocU/s1600-h/June+2009+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348421927881408626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjlpaABIAHI/AAAAAAAABr4/etwq0fXBocU/s400/June+2009+059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjlpZ59wDdI/AAAAAAAABrw/2ykJgq7GG1U/s1600-h/June+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348421926256643538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjlpZ59wDdI/AAAAAAAABrw/2ykJgq7GG1U/s400/June+2009+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjlpZi6-qpI/AAAAAAAABro/-jdrFJ3Hpqg/s1600-h/June+2009+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348421920071002770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjlpZi6-qpI/AAAAAAAABro/-jdrFJ3Hpqg/s400/June+2009+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Amy again... looks pretty darn good if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjlpZSQXUcI/AAAAAAAABrg/_PqEq_n_z5g/s1600-h/June+2009+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348421915597296066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjlpZSQXUcI/AAAAAAAABrg/_PqEq_n_z5g/s400/June+2009+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff and Nicole having fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjllUcc0jYI/AAAAAAAABrY/ZlbXYHUl-N8/s1600-h/June+2009+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348417434388041090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjllUcc0jYI/AAAAAAAABrY/ZlbXYHUl-N8/s400/June+2009+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heather and Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjllUNbWcvI/AAAAAAAABrQ/IG8F9lwtiTw/s1600-h/June+2009+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348417430355342066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjllUNbWcvI/AAAAAAAABrQ/IG8F9lwtiTw/s400/June+2009+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy &amp;amp; Trevor.  This is my favorite picture right now.  I love how my kids are all good friends.  They are always doing things together and they enjoy each other's company.  As a mother, there is nothing better in the world than when your kids are such good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjllT6aXQ6I/AAAAAAAABrI/vQ6WBHlAzbg/s1600-h/June+2009+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348417425250927522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjllT6aXQ6I/AAAAAAAABrI/vQ6WBHlAzbg/s400/June+2009+072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor and Jeff....so stinkin cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjllTqFG2kI/AAAAAAAABrA/m35IqXbmoTY/s1600-h/June+2009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348417420866804290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjllTqFG2kI/AAAAAAAABrA/m35IqXbmoTY/s400/June+2009+071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks like everyone had a good time.....again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjllTfUS1SI/AAAAAAAABq4/cg8brQ_TJBo/s1600-h/June+2009+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348417417977713954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjllTfUS1SI/AAAAAAAABq4/cg8brQ_TJBo/s400/June+2009+069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that I am off work....I will be able to post more fun photos of the family....so keep peeking in for more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-8440651869373173230?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/8440651869373173230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=8440651869373173230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/8440651869373173230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/8440651869373173230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-doesnt-love-good-in-n-out-burger.html' title='Who doesn&apos;t love a good In n Out burger????'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/SjlpaU4ZQkI/AAAAAAAABsA/HftiW8W02hg/s72-c/June+2009+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718502481224233080.post-3739528689919489763</id><published>2009-06-09T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:02:29.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random cuteness ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday, June 5th, was Heather's birthday.  All the kids and some friends went out to their favorite restaurant Toi in Hollywood, and Gary and I got the privilege of watching the kiddos.  I think I had more fun that night with the kids than I ever have.  They were so much fun.  I snapped this hilarious picture of Erick "helping" grandpa do his sit-ups.  Such a funny kid.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Si89Rt-pLHI/AAAAAAAABn4/pacd5NcQuiI/s1600-h/June+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345558657321479282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Si89Rt-pLHI/AAAAAAAABn4/pacd5NcQuiI/s400/June+2009+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we have our beautiful Haylee and .... yes...you guessed it...her PINK cast.  I was privileged to be the first one to sign my name to it.  She is so cute with her little cast on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Si89RUHXo3I/AAAAAAAABnw/R281d2zDkqw/s1600-h/June+2009+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345558650378756978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Si89RUHXo3I/AAAAAAAABnw/R281d2zDkqw/s400/June+2009+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this picture.....well it needs no words ....&lt;br /&gt;FREAKIN' ADORABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Si89RAyt6gI/AAAAAAAABno/G43Xy14Jygk/s1600-h/June+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345558645191862786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Si89RAyt6gI/AAAAAAAABno/G43Xy14Jygk/s400/June+2009+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden jumped in on the exercise frenzy that night too.  He was showing grandpa how to do a proper push-up.  He did a great job, I was impressed with his abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Si89Qyt0KtI/AAAAAAAABng/OOr-5s7GWHE/s1600-h/June+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345558641413204690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Si89Qyt0KtI/AAAAAAAABng/OOr-5s7GWHE/s400/June+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have lots more cute pictures to come....so stay tuned....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718502481224233080-3739528689919489763?l=playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/feeds/3739528689919489763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5718502481224233080&amp;postID=3739528689919489763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3739528689919489763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718502481224233080/posts/default/3739528689919489763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithpaper-again.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-cuteness-ahead.html' title='Random cuteness ahead'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089918846835200882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01059069382657691356'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGbCMK8fLyg/Si89Rt-pLHI/AAAAAAAABn4/pacd5NcQuiI/s72-c/June+2009+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>