tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91239710599025673802024-02-07T11:41:10.656-08:00Cannon's CanonThe definitive word on the CannonsThe Cannonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448657753448366372noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-61285297199127762022013-11-10T18:00:00.001-08:002013-11-10T18:00:27.011-08:00Characteristics to DevelopSorry, no pictures of the kids this week, just mommy musings. Each of my children inspire me and exemplify for me characteristics of God that we should try to emulate.<br />
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Grant is <i>obedient</i>, and likes to keep me (and everyone) on the strait and narrow. <br />
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Sadie exemplifies <i>charity</i>. She shares the love of Christ with everyone around her.<br />
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Henry's <i>determination</i> is admirable. I love to watch him try to crawl. He never gives up. We call him the butterfly crawler.Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-66836676384582093252013-11-03T18:05:00.003-08:002013-11-03T18:05:43.540-08:00I'm gonna go eat worms ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFj3LhwEzJK2h7d6vVnxaEUDczNHC-8BFhc9M3tB19fpIiW69a4gDLet0BA3dvx9xZc8JJHkKMeklYnriKC1lSCBKLXtWGtzU3YZ36SsP0dXdp0lvPv0c5Zryzz6G2scymjcuVUvv4qkY/s1600/Earthworm+Jellybean.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFj3LhwEzJK2h7d6vVnxaEUDczNHC-8BFhc9M3tB19fpIiW69a4gDLet0BA3dvx9xZc8JJHkKMeklYnriKC1lSCBKLXtWGtzU3YZ36SsP0dXdp0lvPv0c5Zryzz6G2scymjcuVUvv4qkY/s200/Earthworm+Jellybean.JPG" title="" width="149" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">While visiting downtown Boalsburg, Nathaniel managed to convince Grant to try a box of <i>Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans</i>. I'm not sure Grant grasped the meaning of <i>every</i> flavor. He unknowingly popped an earthworm-flavored bean in his mouth and I happened to capture his reaction on camera. Priceless.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">... And speaking of worms, Henry crawls like a worm. I don't have a picture of my little monster crawling like a worm, but I did capture these gems. I love that smiley kid.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogeb41q8EwtBEviVj5KqY8ywbaQckMFNqGIlNV90sbkoKR0Wtw6SPpDrbYskniRNrLHrEm5KKiTnlPKg5ID__-ry-wEHzZJUSMqMQ4cOkY6k99ngR5XXZIeHv9WQkJg3_gvHgXFXvRxA/s1600/Halloween+2013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogeb41q8EwtBEviVj5KqY8ywbaQckMFNqGIlNV90sbkoKR0Wtw6SPpDrbYskniRNrLHrEm5KKiTnlPKg5ID__-ry-wEHzZJUSMqMQ4cOkY6k99ngR5XXZIeHv9WQkJg3_gvHgXFXvRxA/s200/Halloween+2013.JPG" width="149" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">... And speaking of eating worms. This week started out as one of those kick-you-when-your-down weeks. On Tuesday, after an overwhelming day, I came home to a malfunctioning toilet, water-logged carpet, and bulging basement ceiling. It wasn't one of life's finest moments and I was once again reminded to count my blessings. Good thing I have these two angels to help me keep life in perspective. </span><br />
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Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-57818543705432329232013-10-27T17:55:00.000-07:002013-10-27T17:55:52.331-07:00Fall Traditions<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1pigQ3a5RuRsZqA2JfkXWxWPobB2_SE_2rmnH7NNwwYlY2KBy_VIQDv4du5uAOPYDJo3Kc5GKleS0pInnuIqHM-evYP5jMShqacjjQfuhkjDv9q9P-6YowJleSJ9OdUZ9HRqyVj0MIs/s1600/2013-10-22+17.50.56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1pigQ3a5RuRsZqA2JfkXWxWPobB2_SE_2rmnH7NNwwYlY2KBy_VIQDv4du5uAOPYDJo3Kc5GKleS0pInnuIqHM-evYP5jMShqacjjQfuhkjDv9q9P-6YowJleSJ9OdUZ9HRqyVj0MIs/s320/2013-10-22+17.50.56.jpg" width="239" /></a>State College is a great place for autumn traditions. One of our favorite traditions is trick-or-treating at the sports museum on campus. The student athletes crowd the museum to hand out candy to costumed kids. This year Grant dressed up as Thomas the Train (he was also Thomas the Train 2 years ago at the sports museum trick-or-treating festivities) and Sadie dressed up as a princess (Sleeping Beauty, to be exact--which is what she dressed up as last year). Henry dressed up as a monster. Don't worry--he wasn't a monster last year.<br />
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Taking a wagon ride to the pumpkin patch at Way Fruit Farms is another autumn favorite. We got to share this tradition with Nana and Papa this year.<br />
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Guess who is learning to crawl? Too bad he can only crawl backwards. Let's hope crawling backwards doesn't become an autumn tradition.<br />
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Lego building is quickly becoming a weekly tradition. This week's creation: a monster truck that ejects its rider when it crashes into a wall. Hours of priceless entertainment.<br />
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<br />Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-70463276854547352052013-10-20T17:57:00.002-07:002013-10-20T17:57:29.568-07:00Birthday FunWe celebrated Grant's 6th birthday this week with a Kraft mac-and-cheese dinner for the kids (but they ended up just eating the spaghetti and meatballs we made for the adults), chocolate cake with rainbow-spiderweb frosting (thanks to Grandma Kiki), and a Wild Kratts Birthday Party.<br />
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Grant helped me plan all the games involving Animal Power Discs: Cheetah Tails Tag, Caracal Cat Balloon Catch, Aardvark Dig, Platypus Egg Carry, and Bat Bug Hunt. The party was exhausting for the parents, but based on Simon's excited recap of the party to his mom, it was a blast for the kids.<br />
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We have had so much fun with Grandparents visiting the past two weeks. A visit to the pumpkin carving festival stands out as one highlight. </div>
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One last milestone note: Henry's first tooth made it's presence known this morning. We're enjoying the sitting phase and dreading the soon-to-come crawling phase.</div>
<br />Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-54693209529149317242010-08-29T15:20:00.000-07:002010-08-29T15:27:41.579-07:00Let's Wrassle!Sadie and Grant at their finest. Who needs a TV?<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx8f5UV8djPnAsn-NND6FKnx44sU8Infa2ULuzEKaYChJlPuN7XNtVFbosK8STpAb5KaswlQjoNJA0-_8rL5w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Cannonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448657753448366372noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-47581827889949612142010-08-18T18:57:00.000-07:002010-08-18T20:00:29.468-07:00Yinzers!So these next several posts are going in reverse chronological order.<br />First up, our most recent trip: Pittsburgh. We drove down last Saturday to visit cousins Stacy and Kristin and her awesome kids. Cameron was selling over in Altoona or someplace, and Spencer is still in Afghanistan. (PS - Stacy & Kristen please send pics since Nat did not take any good ones)<br /><br />We spent Saturday afternoon at the Carnegie Science Center.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSuV_SmbW9r9efwied5pQ6hHVWXT3EcCxz87AThI0nekGc0NkaJVmEUdqKJzi-SSfe66LupX9cEiUbPbTk4DsJJYmfAmAf10MStz_KYOsJcKfk8rWeSnYacOfwjdNdudbZTHlCf2qRsbED/s1600/DSC02457.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSuV_SmbW9r9efwied5pQ6hHVWXT3EcCxz87AThI0nekGc0NkaJVmEUdqKJzi-SSfe66LupX9cEiUbPbTk4DsJJYmfAmAf10MStz_KYOsJcKfk8rWeSnYacOfwjdNdudbZTHlCf2qRsbED/s400/DSC02457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506936426655774386" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">All the kids had a ball.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">There was a cool submarine docked in the river that we got to explore. Most of us felt a little claustrophobic. Grant apparently enjoyed it immensely.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptDue08_uvoE6IlENDiZczfHuXT2Q7jQROBrm3SCR4SeLa33TuB3BQWaKNWz6Y307Nl96gDaBtWpQS_iRFx3gJTgni5bAg1dKXQLJz5ce_ub-9bM80s_Th09upFX261yw3r4KhyP29y2i/s1600/DSC02453.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptDue08_uvoE6IlENDiZczfHuXT2Q7jQROBrm3SCR4SeLa33TuB3BQWaKNWz6Y307Nl96gDaBtWpQS_iRFx3gJTgni5bAg1dKXQLJz5ce_ub-9bM80s_Th09upFX261yw3r4KhyP29y2i/s400/DSC02453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506937255709919890" border="0" /></a>Although we don't have a picture, if you want to imagine Grant's face immediately after the very loud demonstration of the 10 ft tall Tesla coil, picture the exact OPPOSITE of the above. It was a little scary.<br /><br />Now the title of this post needs a little explanation. "Yinz" is apparently a Pittsburgher contraction for the PA Dutch expression "you-uns", which is a distortion of "you ones", which is essentially a northeast rural version of y'all. So Pittsburghers are often called yinzers. I had heard about this but had never seen it in action. Until this trip. We went out to eat all together, and with 4 adults and 5 kids 1 1/2 to 7 it was a little hard to seat us. The hostess was very nice and kept coming over and apologizing and explaining that they were trying to get some tables together. At one point I swear, she used "y'all", "yinz", and "youse guys" all in one sentence. That pretty much made my night.<br /><br />Of course, after dinner we made the obligatory dash through IKEA and found a b-day present for Grant. We all chilled at Stacy's place until late, hoping the kids would pass out once at the hotel and let us sleep in. Bright and early, 6:30 the next morning the kids woke up and started demanding breakfast. Four showers, a packed car, two unintentional detours, and a 30 minute wait outside IHOP later we were all satiated.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwLFVRz0WOCbPLCw9gK09DFQQ0akLuPvXt33mEWv3ALK0J26GD_pQbtzOqObGJTU9-VIBGVq8C6-fqz83TCgmC0h9hGWUN5RzWzwhb2q20guOJ2VbMC03GWol14GLx1CSbc4ih3FF5Cga1/s1600/DSC02467.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwLFVRz0WOCbPLCw9gK09DFQQ0akLuPvXt33mEWv3ALK0J26GD_pQbtzOqObGJTU9-VIBGVq8C6-fqz83TCgmC0h9hGWUN5RzWzwhb2q20guOJ2VbMC03GWol14GLx1CSbc4ih3FF5Cga1/s400/DSC02467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506940576949929986" border="0" /></a>Tutti-fruity destruction<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Tenille thought it would be 'fun' to visit the 'Cathedral of Learning'. Right, Nat thought, that'll be really 'fun'. :/ He ate his sarcastic words.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqPPvspeLK0xF1RcOM8IWp3HvG9XD9ejVK1Ra-hqXhbwd-NqH65NI928JIHtqkz-aEy55tJ-juzML2vfMIsGKSsKnIf0dPooRiyfPQXEwRESBAX4TlQGRfO8RrZ7FikHKZvlbtJAwjKbxV/s1600/CathedralFromSS.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqPPvspeLK0xF1RcOM8IWp3HvG9XD9ejVK1Ra-hqXhbwd-NqH65NI928JIHtqkz-aEy55tJ-juzML2vfMIsGKSsKnIf0dPooRiyfPQXEwRESBAX4TlQGRfO8RrZ7FikHKZvlbtJAwjKbxV/s400/CathedralFromSS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506942126290248962" border="0" /></a>The internets took this picture. It is huge.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The Cathedral of Learning a functional classroom and office building for UPitt. It's basically Hogwarts inside.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjND47_-9mpk2aGUVDEdDdKzIm1qS-z227GRZ8EVKCgYaVOBn-Wn-jlItjeeBUQljxvuRJTHv9we8RUBxjAxhMC0_fMCbL4tHd4ChT9T7a7HWUIRMLu_kV0h0A4kMNxXCdW-lMgEHbUoZsy/s1600/DSC02475.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjND47_-9mpk2aGUVDEdDdKzIm1qS-z227GRZ8EVKCgYaVOBn-Wn-jlItjeeBUQljxvuRJTHv9we8RUBxjAxhMC0_fMCbL4tHd4ChT9T7a7HWUIRMLu_kV0h0A4kMNxXCdW-lMgEHbUoZsy/s400/DSC02475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506943275973191970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">There are 20 some-odd 'Nationality' rooms each decorated in intricate detail as an homage to a distinct cultural heritage. Really amazing stuff. Israel had a cool Qumran Isaiah Scroll replica, Wales had some illegible plaque in Welsh, India had carved stone columns, Englan had lots of stain glass crests, etc etc. Each one was like a mini-museum of cultural WIN.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaudsAthiJAHFY50KdXUb0W007nJCMpZcCNLJNxuRFm-RsLQh6xAQ8hct8CIyXdPU58BrgJDRfRSmrxAsNgvB8biv88b3Eoh_doESBZ2xcOqvyhCBFk3hf8N9WPJH5y511uEjTy7Xj8edE/s1600/DSC02478.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaudsAthiJAHFY50KdXUb0W007nJCMpZcCNLJNxuRFm-RsLQh6xAQ8hct8CIyXdPU58BrgJDRfRSmrxAsNgvB8biv88b3Eoh_doESBZ2xcOqvyhCBFk3hf8N9WPJH5y511uEjTy7Xj8edE/s400/DSC02478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506943285663637362" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Gryffindor!!! I mean Lithuania!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1eJGbFxcjb1hBPOWvEpEQPr0J4_Qw8QscpvmJvW9ZE3CGXCcAdbiizhQykWuc76XHVT2Ai1pEJR6p6Uo5tjtJAmxCvleA-jpDqUdWM8nIU2uFo9VI-e8z-0IKxss3Jf4kFFLgIfAzdzs/s1600/DSC02489.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1eJGbFxcjb1hBPOWvEpEQPr0J4_Qw8QscpvmJvW9ZE3CGXCcAdbiizhQykWuc76XHVT2Ai1pEJR6p6Uo5tjtJAmxCvleA-jpDqUdWM8nIU2uFo9VI-e8z-0IKxss3Jf4kFFLgIfAzdzs/s400/DSC02489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506945612684139522" border="0" /></a>Grant gets excited to learn he is 1/32 Norwegian, in the Norway room.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj803g9UQmgZVvwOnEk7h_g3K_FPjAZ93QbOCQI_DmQ2shjxMaw8PooFNqkdi1C7TlHOUCUahvDSD4DnudNWiw4K9ZffHUhxwsJs0mExsY58tyP-ltUZz2Owirhu9-lcbAQfosNf086aKbB/s1600/DSC02498.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj803g9UQmgZVvwOnEk7h_g3K_FPjAZ93QbOCQI_DmQ2shjxMaw8PooFNqkdi1C7TlHOUCUahvDSD4DnudNWiw4K9ZffHUhxwsJs0mExsY58tyP-ltUZz2Owirhu9-lcbAQfosNf086aKbB/s400/DSC02498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506945617819075362" border="0" /></a>"All stern of look and strong of limb," Grant takes in the noble African room.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Sadie slept through the whole Cathedral experience, so here's a consolation shot of her and her golden locks.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMcpK2WJVGnIK2FWNFPyLDW3RIKgcih5CQ3THGGJ64mqTj6YfdE0sxQ-xUAoS1odbq7XZ_OLdYU-nTO2o6W-nLd1ndxi7RYnvcqH9bElbBsMhzSQPGIUAFhGgLAcA1Gc3g1bI4sPsBJhq/s1600/DSC02515.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMcpK2WJVGnIK2FWNFPyLDW3RIKgcih5CQ3THGGJ64mqTj6YfdE0sxQ-xUAoS1odbq7XZ_OLdYU-nTO2o6W-nLd1ndxi7RYnvcqH9bElbBsMhzSQPGIUAFhGgLAcA1Gc3g1bI4sPsBJhq/s400/DSC02515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506945630554390146" border="0" /></a>Rag-a-muffin</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Cannonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448657753448366372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-4230647215682766362010-06-20T18:28:00.000-07:002010-06-20T18:52:26.234-07:00New sprouts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPCItO7UaAHNSMRqyeUIJJWDaFQIKldwvDyHxV77JAJyumcbnXc59MmrKEuH3X7DBETsouVXe6JJBw33lW0e3ec7Mb2bO4fhRk8-uwvq-MFEfeA_eQjPNOl75POldJO_FFivct8seVex8b/s1600/DSC02355.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPCItO7UaAHNSMRqyeUIJJWDaFQIKldwvDyHxV77JAJyumcbnXc59MmrKEuH3X7DBETsouVXe6JJBw33lW0e3ec7Mb2bO4fhRk8-uwvq-MFEfeA_eQjPNOl75POldJO_FFivct8seVex8b/s400/DSC02355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485033357240459154" border="0" /></a><br />Nathaniel is proud he has gotten the green back in his thumb. He swears it is the apartment living that turned it black. That doesn't account for the Springville garden disaster though... but that's another story. Here are some pics of the latest in tender vegetation around here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigyGJ0hQqzgj5q2xx3JliN_jVB_ZWLRaLTfYDeJJ_yc3z1Tnj9v_cgiwWFaBmNAz6ZrcIJuQfHHR1J-zSOdE3HGyYkfP5aI95fNkUeutV-9K8E-3R1V5j7lPAZdQTJ-cAnZmZ-ZVKs-JmO/s1600/DSC02369.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigyGJ0hQqzgj5q2xx3JliN_jVB_ZWLRaLTfYDeJJ_yc3z1Tnj9v_cgiwWFaBmNAz6ZrcIJuQfHHR1J-zSOdE3HGyYkfP5aI95fNkUeutV-9K8E-3R1V5j7lPAZdQTJ-cAnZmZ-ZVKs-JmO/s400/DSC02369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485034233753451698" border="0" /></a>Nathaniel's few-odd dozen Ginkgo seedlings after having spent the winter being cold-stratified in the fridge. He thinks he's going to be able to sell these on Ebay someday.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtFwf8piK_4v6nF_LaYXmYoDQJMBkwc2ns9qEua2x8GjRmdADEUWdEiXXwU1O0Z04uIykiiGvoIl6IRm_cB9R000zUW18O2cFucCjzyTDjQkbmrKjfBB6sz9ijX96cYuDct-tdT1H-MYki/s1600/DSC02368.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtFwf8piK_4v6nF_LaYXmYoDQJMBkwc2ns9qEua2x8GjRmdADEUWdEiXXwU1O0Z04uIykiiGvoIl6IRm_cB9R000zUW18O2cFucCjzyTDjQkbmrKjfBB6sz9ijX96cYuDct-tdT1H-MYki/s400/DSC02368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485034220431090002" border="0" /></a>The half dozen Orchids Nathaniel bought and made us transport back from our last visit to Candace are all still alive AND they all have new growth! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTcAHqyUzxbIkoMVPx1OJpjj4ZVdIysCs_7w6yd722_V9CS_5AcUcOfqS4IhT2m-mly1TD82hRF1H7W8w-IhBV_ayqhZEJKFQ8yIiDTe09MUQMWMyqIgBATOmtkIocn__xGD1HyDa_mAAd/s1600/DSC02365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTcAHqyUzxbIkoMVPx1OJpjj4ZVdIysCs_7w6yd722_V9CS_5AcUcOfqS4IhT2m-mly1TD82hRF1H7W8w-IhBV_ayqhZEJKFQ8yIiDTe09MUQMWMyqIgBATOmtkIocn__xGD1HyDa_mAAd/s400/DSC02365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485034173773290338" border="0" /></a>Tenille is exceptionally proud of her first seed-grown plants EVER! Pansies, heh...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQbM02Tb1HNgho8RMrcu2pOOTPzhX74H64bcgxzsz8ZWCZKVknk9rOMdealBdp1kn-M5c9q7ixc8f7Ue00Sz_X1TCWuM1zw8TNsaif-cdSE1zHAfHLHXeXWvVA6Zal-OOxMyAtA2ueL4XS/s1600/DSC02366.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQbM02Tb1HNgho8RMrcu2pOOTPzhX74H64bcgxzsz8ZWCZKVknk9rOMdealBdp1kn-M5c9q7ixc8f7Ue00Sz_X1TCWuM1zw8TNsaif-cdSE1zHAfHLHXeXWvVA6Zal-OOxMyAtA2ueL4XS/s400/DSC02366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485034193805135410" border="0" /></a>The piece de resistance... an 8x4 foot half-raised bed Bob helped Nathaniel build. It's all planted with a few kinds of tomatoes, peppers, cucumber, zuccini, canteloupe, and various herbs! The tomatoes are already starting to fruit! Tenille is actually EXCITED to eat TOMATOES. This is huge people. Yoooge.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IWl6A1ocnDImhtMRXOJw7KyP5PocO5b-oHw8drWKrqXHblwQ1xjW17ynAeWECU9jjbB64bhK_d9_makLdBYEX5ueuwkaYfixiKuyFBWeqbuWAP2-HgeB4JqH1c7RkVLObOVxusnwiOvk/s1600/DSC02367.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IWl6A1ocnDImhtMRXOJw7KyP5PocO5b-oHw8drWKrqXHblwQ1xjW17ynAeWECU9jjbB64bhK_d9_makLdBYEX5ueuwkaYfixiKuyFBWeqbuWAP2-HgeB4JqH1c7RkVLObOVxusnwiOvk/s400/DSC02367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485034211484076626" border="0" /></a>*Wink*The Cannonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448657753448366372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-76311904423550068512010-06-20T18:07:00.000-07:002010-06-20T18:56:23.126-07:00Sadie's newest favorite thing...Our last post showcased Sadie's love of food. Sadie's other love is climbing. Chairs, couches, windowsills, cupboards, highchairs. Just earlier this week Nathaniel watched as Sadie figured out how to shimmy up the claw-leg of our kitchen table, hoist herself onto a chair, scootch across the seat until she could stand triumphantly at la mesa. Nathaniel decided to intervene as she swung her leg up onto the tabletop.<p>Here are some videos of her first real attempts at walking. Following those are some pics of her going to new heights... the powder room sink. Having congregated in the hallway after church we all turned around in surprise to see Sadie vaulting herself into the wash basin.<br /></p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw4S3Ca_kBY6NDrK-RkWROmzFmJjA6KKVHgiSPnoEMvQ3OILwCeihTjrh09Yo-8ajG_fUidyNkOpx4wOLlWBQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyhGIL4I_N_x1A2puN4OeQXKVDKOEaNPgUNHSuQEzDrVAc8l8qGwaFiSxHwGOiPrcCnxnWdDBz3bOsT9HnqHQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKcWd32c0O4fIaM13GAg_YYF376CO0b11PpVjNT-XhRbP5CspSAE4YQJq2J_AFU6GhpR1WrAmc6rsC6zwYKhMtF78pe8qohEdAH5OHMNGCxhImXnGLE8hGZy_E7k-reD5IOmpg1ejyBIN1/s1600/DSC02357.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKcWd32c0O4fIaM13GAg_YYF376CO0b11PpVjNT-XhRbP5CspSAE4YQJq2J_AFU6GhpR1WrAmc6rsC6zwYKhMtF78pe8qohEdAH5OHMNGCxhImXnGLE8hGZy_E7k-reD5IOmpg1ejyBIN1/s400/DSC02357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485029568071022818" border="0" /></a><br />Hmmm... Here i go!<br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfixGaVyueJLbp1rVmdvOHmBBerWT1wOH91m4s-GV_Srur7xNwslHAZo8t__Wjwl7eO7yrTcdzGngvcm9LaHoho-XmpbcqnnEWefozNDZLTCeq5a6e0X19NRKkUlpz_2i92LCBkzlKnWx/s1600/DSC02358.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfixGaVyueJLbp1rVmdvOHmBBerWT1wOH91m4s-GV_Srur7xNwslHAZo8t__Wjwl7eO7yrTcdzGngvcm9LaHoho-XmpbcqnnEWefozNDZLTCeq5a6e0X19NRKkUlpz_2i92LCBkzlKnWx/s400/DSC02358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485029587290519778" border="0" /></a></p><p>Uh-oh! Someone's watching me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqLQV8cv8MH-VvEAX20yBxIpxHfnsc0Vq1aDHHb9kpn_T-xNiYSSowZAAO5rvRZfroiJI-EOjKqmI4-ZLU1KnR9IvVlq7pdwoEzGCKBLY_6dt6_4jNQAzYEUQVr2YcbPasQLFzhWtTbFI/s1600/DSC02361.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqLQV8cv8MH-VvEAX20yBxIpxHfnsc0Vq1aDHHb9kpn_T-xNiYSSowZAAO5rvRZfroiJI-EOjKqmI4-ZLU1KnR9IvVlq7pdwoEzGCKBLY_6dt6_4jNQAzYEUQVr2YcbPasQLFzhWtTbFI/s400/DSC02361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485029611922289794" border="0" /></a></p><p>Oh! You have a camera! *pose*<br /></p>The Cannonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448657753448366372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-19372900963835245492010-05-17T18:18:00.000-07:002010-05-17T18:18:28.491-07:00A Few of Sadie's Favorite Things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM62kZ9CRHjzI0X9bXpfR3vxJjreZdC4n20g3uvhTe-MPdv4_YIUtoqfjXWp2gHMFh-hh7AAhtPndwtVaUfIUu5i6BilxBQ3Ky5IStbO9UypYUguVM2yWaVqMzpYV5y3q5WxJqRGY3Cqw/s320/DSC02084.JPG" /></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Sadie basically has two favorite things: EATING and CLIMBING.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDgCZARoVNxfrKp3BxOtzKB49qijM3AtKCodSMXtZ6QqttsRVEdKed-WUdQo9F9i-8XchSDKo-cqve87geXSnFptKfxAVsNOJH78kFCruRsYTIfGHvM_QImyq0Rc_VggIZXfktJzT_6ys/s1600/DSC02244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDgCZARoVNxfrKp3BxOtzKB49qijM3AtKCodSMXtZ6QqttsRVEdKed-WUdQo9F9i-8XchSDKo-cqve87geXSnFptKfxAVsNOJH78kFCruRsYTIfGHvM_QImyq0Rc_VggIZXfktJzT_6ys/s320/DSC02244.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">First, Sadie loves to eat. Anything and everything she can get her hands on ends up in her mouth--toys, dirt, and sometimes food. She seems to prefer the salty to the sweet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4G3LKiFOaDAPZ8DRHNWgSKcOrmcOtLmoEu42N4q94PPdUOczxOnA5Pe8F0LX796c3c5jC-WIP-BvYqkB9x6SCqZj81qL9lGuwQ86UFgotppWcQ4-iXEl2nJ1MluZvvNc5MqbErsgKS8/s1600/DSC02248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4G3LKiFOaDAPZ8DRHNWgSKcOrmcOtLmoEu42N4q94PPdUOczxOnA5Pe8F0LX796c3c5jC-WIP-BvYqkB9x6SCqZj81qL9lGuwQ86UFgotppWcQ4-iXEl2nJ1MluZvvNc5MqbErsgKS8/s320/DSC02248.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBiVCdmy0k9Y14wu4jsStWoNglxZTqoq5K-Fz1dYn0qkJVpuyQsaNTRwxCeePeltcM4e5Kf49iiWe8spyb2hWG-66SFY-LAywaGrZaWawXujJct9bxxAzKS_pnfbD-tS1F2YysSKgXkpU/s1600/DSC02249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBiVCdmy0k9Y14wu4jsStWoNglxZTqoq5K-Fz1dYn0qkJVpuyQsaNTRwxCeePeltcM4e5Kf49iiWe8spyb2hWG-66SFY-LAywaGrZaWawXujJct9bxxAzKS_pnfbD-tS1F2YysSKgXkpU/s320/DSC02249.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">She's incredibly independent and insists upon feeding herself, which makes for a not-so-tidy clean-up. . . especially when she rubs macaroni and cheese in her eyes. I've started removing her clothes before letting her eat; the bib just wasn't doing a good enough job.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She also loves to climb. Lately she's taken to holding mom's fingers while she tries to walk up the stairs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEwh4lcXcqXNaZiq9_55sJPXCEt8gSljuAptlooBU_ASIqZ0yHxDdjW_djTNSiwVHlhL6kDjIffUO5qIik1UzwtQgpCAjIg01sp_BzQmyT1OEqddZPJDdofkU-QiCPk-CRP8lHm0MfPg/s1600/DSC02285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEwh4lcXcqXNaZiq9_55sJPXCEt8gSljuAptlooBU_ASIqZ0yHxDdjW_djTNSiwVHlhL6kDjIffUO5qIik1UzwtQgpCAjIg01sp_BzQmyT1OEqddZPJDdofkU-QiCPk-CRP8lHm0MfPg/s320/DSC02285.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">But life is always best when you can combine your two favorite things. In Sadie's case, this means climbing in the high chair while eating. Yes, I do buckle her in but she seems to be a mini Houdini. Needless to say, eating time requires some vigilance on our part.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcteKBLCXT4fg2nao7L32Hq5MP_UjZrY5-LcUPd62swl5T0EhQUTFY8pQlVrtUaH4uEUTfT8aSwIbJj5SWcnEltbr_pI18KnwtIsCA3TuRdGfG2WK_ckEpxiljvgx43YKMDE-cAe_1waY/s1600/DSC02252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcteKBLCXT4fg2nao7L32Hq5MP_UjZrY5-LcUPd62swl5T0EhQUTFY8pQlVrtUaH4uEUTfT8aSwIbJj5SWcnEltbr_pI18KnwtIsCA3TuRdGfG2WK_ckEpxiljvgx43YKMDE-cAe_1waY/s320/DSC02252.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcuUdENogUNpnTR1GDxQqcZzReQofpIwu7gal57Hpzug7vJ5R897RI1kM07cuCpUKK-AtXBv6kL1SgRqBX0_Q-sZlJ8TomSHuQCj5sde8c99WZZf65wuHKyZ7Fz11NB_cI2H7JvnGMD0/s320/DSC02305.JPG" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Maybe someday my sweet little girl will learn how to obey when I tell her to sit down. For now, I'll consider myself blessed to have a cute little girl who loves food; although, I'm not sure where she puts it all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDIrZb6oWPDKvBu1kZAso8FbmPRXBY6uIBpNvYivEiClym6FtWui_wa3kvZauFMJ2SSNb4idKd4ULxfK_fufg0fZgmVFHpDj4YHEUKyw5_W1jOIwj3HHb824EOFAp2mF_gZJCt_tK13s/s1600/DSC02267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDIrZb6oWPDKvBu1kZAso8FbmPRXBY6uIBpNvYivEiClym6FtWui_wa3kvZauFMJ2SSNb4idKd4ULxfK_fufg0fZgmVFHpDj4YHEUKyw5_W1jOIwj3HHb824EOFAp2mF_gZJCt_tK13s/s320/DSC02267.JPG" /></a></div>Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-77202534555619926112010-04-05T12:46:00.000-07:002010-04-05T19:48:41.629-07:00Springtime Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_73Nkt645-wC0Gya3ShMpeuGfGt73HdNAU0r3AbrJSIkVUVQ09q7004rMAYoC2GEL2GmQ1RQR_Gj3zZa958na4b7B3W8ykQmXvQGglSjiSotkSjOVrg7bpKjHHfinfg736oFMSJxcxYY/s1600/DSC02110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_73Nkt645-wC0Gya3ShMpeuGfGt73HdNAU0r3AbrJSIkVUVQ09q7004rMAYoC2GEL2GmQ1RQR_Gj3zZa958na4b7B3W8ykQmXvQGglSjiSotkSjOVrg7bpKjHHfinfg736oFMSJxcxYY/s320/DSC02110.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3x7T1pZYZIxP-uD3SeiaQ7QiMyN5hxkqnquM5Tv6nGY9jd8fe7F8863L4zTb0M8lcJWJ9HvFonWGBxzdPad9J7wcn0SqWi_jnaxx47O6cXAzd7FyXozIdjv3sVdgX68WavFtQiO5dKbE/s1600/DSC02108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3x7T1pZYZIxP-uD3SeiaQ7QiMyN5hxkqnquM5Tv6nGY9jd8fe7F8863L4zTb0M8lcJWJ9HvFonWGBxzdPad9J7wcn0SqWi_jnaxx47O6cXAzd7FyXozIdjv3sVdgX68WavFtQiO5dKbE/s200/DSC02108.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18E0FntUpdJGYNsRXRSza9Cb8xDRBrH4QPVsVPIK37RIF-Euco67eXd7XGeVSJwhLK_N8-v6Um7l98hV6P02k-nEq5rejuwOxtcGESHUEKwYZ9SwhqAY-homIHYt1gXwuDiAiJbZTWGQ/s1600/DSC02113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18E0FntUpdJGYNsRXRSza9Cb8xDRBrH4QPVsVPIK37RIF-Euco67eXd7XGeVSJwhLK_N8-v6Um7l98hV6P02k-nEq5rejuwOxtcGESHUEKwYZ9SwhqAY-homIHYt1gXwuDiAiJbZTWGQ/s200/DSC02113.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHghhJdc6Lzh3bcrYtEMnf35hhK9DEVYrvKTfnvo55kYQCcUUoLgMSpqZbOUfEpl51alUJjNpGdaOBk0m4q1M2b0zI5BBiIaQDAF3nX4SEjI1km5LY8-nh7bCWEUixWWaBBOFOW1QM1fk/s1600/DSC02102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHghhJdc6Lzh3bcrYtEMnf35hhK9DEVYrvKTfnvo55kYQCcUUoLgMSpqZbOUfEpl51alUJjNpGdaOBk0m4q1M2b0zI5BBiIaQDAF3nX4SEjI1km5LY8-nh7bCWEUixWWaBBOFOW1QM1fk/s320/DSC02102.JPG" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkVOdkLR_JTE9ODiOQZgT4WEWgnwpt5F4IOVL_sfSVcSmnviR7Wur6T9fnUBJ7vqZNQYVIPdVrbd4mycnz9WHeMFHqRN1MZ2DU1K8qFkJb85Y8tfEOAYM-xR8p7F0c_lwyD8R2Tjr6kVg/s1600/DSC02087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkVOdkLR_JTE9ODiOQZgT4WEWgnwpt5F4IOVL_sfSVcSmnviR7Wur6T9fnUBJ7vqZNQYVIPdVrbd4mycnz9WHeMFHqRN1MZ2DU1K8qFkJb85Y8tfEOAYM-xR8p7F0c_lwyD8R2Tjr6kVg/s200/DSC02087.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwBwn9luLuajkSFCpyRrx9ShcbEEHh8-9SdMMQ7T6hv_dzd82_GHCE9xn9wGDaPH1RpXPKPIsHOzR5HwyAFjLmsj1p905wv7F1trW8ghW7lC-bcWBt2MEqj-VdIBzTMtXNonFKpa67sXs/s1600/DSC02086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwBwn9luLuajkSFCpyRrx9ShcbEEHh8-9SdMMQ7T6hv_dzd82_GHCE9xn9wGDaPH1RpXPKPIsHOzR5HwyAFjLmsj1p905wv7F1trW8ghW7lC-bcWBt2MEqj-VdIBzTMtXNonFKpa67sXs/s200/DSC02086.JPG" width="200" /></a><br />
None of the pictures do Sadie's hair justice; it's a curly mess most days. We love it!Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-5664831817711122822010-02-23T14:24:00.000-08:002010-02-23T19:50:17.912-08:00Better than a puppy!It's funny how Sadie follows Grant around like a little puppy. She vacuums up every crumb or bit of lint we fail to sweep out of her path. She chews books and papers and shoes. She slobbers a ton, and if we're not careful she's been known to piddle on the rug. She even learns new tricks! Here's a few of her most recent achievements.<br /><br />Pushing the fire truck (she bonks her head at the end, but she's OK!)<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQW10PEh1U-l8W0G-KeXLmsZZNSdtTGF_XQ7fsHogRMIJ4GKtmmuD1gxPpNBKDpwZpAEJD5ODYhQgkiABaOA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Waving, Soooo big, and folding arms!<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzwLtUAleK4PrYVeDIj8NLi8MN9YWlWLRSIHo1imux1fREAW4CvlG10xreLl1HHstghHLGKf8s12fg9MMbvfA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Cannonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448657753448366372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-89113870680948972902010-01-10T18:11:00.000-08:002010-01-10T18:11:25.689-08:00One Last Post Before the Start of a New Semester<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFahyphenhyphenxJpulAL7hmmrjjEXckokRc3OLceJwGE0hwXzrKrFBqDzC4kl0xWo5_Wo8BDrYzWdgmiPh7XHzum52DYWn3cWF911zCjW5Mkx91b2ZWHB5_OP5xUDf5LUNA0ZuU8nCXapY2APBc3c/s1600-h/DSC01899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFahyphenhyphenxJpulAL7hmmrjjEXckokRc3OLceJwGE0hwXzrKrFBqDzC4kl0xWo5_Wo8BDrYzWdgmiPh7XHzum52DYWn3cWF911zCjW5Mkx91b2ZWHB5_OP5xUDf5LUNA0ZuU8nCXapY2APBc3c/s320/DSC01899.JPG" /></a><br />
</div>Although I would like to say that I plan to post more this semester, I think we all know that it is not going to happen. But honestly, I would rather spend my free time with my kids. So, I'll post pictures whenever I get the chance. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You might notice that the pajamas on Christmas Eve are not the same as the pajamas on Christmas. We had a case of the Christmas Flu.<br />
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</div>Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-402628257888804882009-12-23T07:11:00.000-08:002009-12-23T07:11:30.486-08:00Not Quite the Memory I was Hoping to MakeChristmas lights are one of the things that I love most about this time of year. The warm memories of visiting the lights on Temple Square and the candy displays in the ZCMI windows downtown still bring a smile to my face, and I want to provide my kids with the opportunities to create similar memories of Christmastime. So when I read about the Christmas light display at Lakemont Park, I knew that we just had to make the 45 minute drive to see the lights. Christmas lights on the lake! Train displays! Christmas music! What could be better? Surely the long line of cars to enter the light display is a good sign, right? I guess I didn't realize that when businesses have an opportunity to sponser a Christmas lights event, you might get Christmas displays like the one pictured below.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We got to see a weight-lifting Santa display sponsored by the local gym, Santa driving cars that he purchased from the local car dealer, and Santa driving a team of Clydesdale horses pulling a Budweiser sleigh.<br />
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Pretzels are the treat of choice among the sheep. Check out the horns on the ram!<br />
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</div>Grant fed the goats dry leaves. In fact, both the goats and the sheep enjoy eating fall foliage. We can't wait for Spring when new baby goats and sheep will arrive at Maureen's home!<br />
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Grant also loved chasing Maureen's cat on the front porch and barking at Maureen's rather large dog.Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-70381205575988709052009-12-20T05:43:00.000-08:002009-12-20T05:44:30.063-08:00Twelve Days to a New Year and the Perils of Crawling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs-_NWc8yHuRuOLSdWBDDyxNvDIMJMfvMfjmS8mrLfFoUo5qofVtSpHNzQS0lmGyogNd48e2rA6YQEt6lCfW3g-eqfUxbwu8hA7iU2-ZLieCOkCyytitQuyjYMPmL6b6xrHNlnF0bO9Jw/s1600-h/DSC01866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs-_NWc8yHuRuOLSdWBDDyxNvDIMJMfvMfjmS8mrLfFoUo5qofVtSpHNzQS0lmGyogNd48e2rA6YQEt6lCfW3g-eqfUxbwu8hA7iU2-ZLieCOkCyytitQuyjYMPmL6b6xrHNlnF0bO9Jw/s400/DSC01866.JPG" /></a><br />
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Sadie perfected her scoot just before she turned seven months old. Now my wiggle worm is getting into every thing and shows no fear. Unlike her older brother, she will climb up anything, crawl over or under anything, and climb into anything. We love our happy little girl.<br />
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</div>Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-33556225271213502062009-12-20T05:33:00.000-08:002009-12-20T05:33:41.905-08:00Catching UpNow that the semester is over, it's time to blog! So here is the goal for my neglected blog readers . . . the Twelve Days of New Years. That's right, twelve consecutive days of blogging. Obviously, this theme would have been much cuter if I had thought of it one week earlier . . . but I definitely did not have time to blog last week.Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-38605689324043551092009-11-01T06:59:00.000-08:002009-11-01T07:58:41.551-08:00Learning to be 2<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cookie Sneaking</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vdEeBFMnoGVGLaJRl_9BVcnp_0RIs3cHTcTce-M8OCRaL0ySrIsqFbRSlt21yXaUMMM7lqzfRF9O5ORKGPf-_LDLzQQYi2rxoj2k36ineLfLE8gTFv2FdbOD3Mo9OHZiiau9lm8n1vM/s1600-h/DSC01754.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vdEeBFMnoGVGLaJRl_9BVcnp_0RIs3cHTcTce-M8OCRaL0ySrIsqFbRSlt21yXaUMMM7lqzfRF9O5ORKGPf-_LDLzQQYi2rxoj2k36ineLfLE8gTFv2FdbOD3Mo9OHZiiau9lm8n1vM/s400/DSC01754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399150567816310146" border="0" /></a>Grant helped me make pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. I put the cookies on the rack to cool, but Grant decided he couldn't wait to eat the cookies and helped himself. Unfortunately, his first cookie-sneaking experience didn't fair so well (for mom) and he ended up dropping the warm cookie onto the floor. Dropping the cookie on the floor presented only a minor set back for Grant who just sat on the floor to eat the rest of the cookie.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Birthday Celebrating</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">This birthday was all about things that go: train set, train cake, and bike (plus a Thomas blanket and Thomas movie). What October birthday would be complete without some snow (like 6 inches)?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3XogLuYhcazwlyVxTGaCcfH7o0g1KsC9h6iyhf5XpHSkMcNTOAqJ5O-oGmxFKI5gxx31_V0Sx6kmtaVMvzZ8Qarqag8JPdkcyFPd1Z1827gVXBVxiZa3rBeNjUMxadormHweeeeyrtcQ/s1600-h/100_4249.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3XogLuYhcazwlyVxTGaCcfH7o0g1KsC9h6iyhf5XpHSkMcNTOAqJ5O-oGmxFKI5gxx31_V0Sx6kmtaVMvzZ8Qarqag8JPdkcyFPd1Z1827gVXBVxiZa3rBeNjUMxadormHweeeeyrtcQ/s320/100_4249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399152755885768146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUDooIdEv16NazI2DNgeC2_UpuYP4z_jpcD8uJnCII1H7ktp1zDJG_iRz9NLS_ew_DPc_8a7djWfnyGM_bFlWt9zXAoywIOhI_Z5SRKnRVkWO4QN2vsPD-FHaQDfewRRLcOrFSlmzU6Y/s1600-h/DSC01772.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUDooIdEv16NazI2DNgeC2_UpuYP4z_jpcD8uJnCII1H7ktp1zDJG_iRz9NLS_ew_DPc_8a7djWfnyGM_bFlWt9zXAoywIOhI_Z5SRKnRVkWO4QN2vsPD-FHaQDfewRRLcOrFSlmzU6Y/s320/DSC01772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399153705622216034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFZp1n_cAL08DK-vm9LJ9e9DqzEnkTp7_R7Q1jJ34wJn5Off0BUp4Sx5jvZzTQ3Up3L6cv1fvjVdP0Jcbk2wI7PpZis4ENGXNZ-BmE0bAUeYUzBBruUgFYG3RRV_z8NgWA8gDv4UF5MM/s1600-h/100_4293.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFZp1n_cAL08DK-vm9LJ9e9DqzEnkTp7_R7Q1jJ34wJn5Off0BUp4Sx5jvZzTQ3Up3L6cv1fvjVdP0Jcbk2wI7PpZis4ENGXNZ-BmE0bAUeYUzBBruUgFYG3RRV_z8NgWA8gDv4UF5MM/s320/100_4293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399152771131211602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_yKXiTmzI-gryVAyMS9zHfsV-n2KiIocqc-clXnxJxcyEvq3X3HhOw31g3rBFORzyQytyxPoO6yvC8l4ECNm21zg1f_YQRBZ7f_FCplG6S5dkRSzvVROHxtiDqFny5_M87sjGERpoYg/s1600-h/100_4274.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_yKXiTmzI-gryVAyMS9zHfsV-n2KiIocqc-clXnxJxcyEvq3X3HhOw31g3rBFORzyQytyxPoO6yvC8l4ECNm21zg1f_YQRBZ7f_FCplG6S5dkRSzvVROHxtiDqFny5_M87sjGERpoYg/s320/100_4274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399152763894538002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Big-Boy Sleeping<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We transitioned </span>Grant to a "Big-Boy" bed, which means learning how sleep without falling out of bed, how to wake up mom in the middle of the night ("Mom get out bed"), and learning how to sneak down the stairs when I should be in bed. A two-year-old's logic is somewhat mysterious: Grant refuses to walk down the stairs during the day and will stand at the top of the stairs asking "carry you?", but somehow he is more than capable of walking downstairs at night after we have put him to bed.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJth94XoGbAWGM3zZ_UWj0H9g22HhPuEMQ2H8opuOlFKeufqRY-g8LDNJdBtXc8Xmr7FEM99XbfjVQmTUnlwX-dVUZKZ8bTRWfhiYE9oxlMUTfSQFno_8LlKF50I3WwXZtY46j1pPUpk/s1600-h/DSC01776.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJth94XoGbAWGM3zZ_UWj0H9g22HhPuEMQ2H8opuOlFKeufqRY-g8LDNJdBtXc8Xmr7FEM99XbfjVQmTUnlwX-dVUZKZ8bTRWfhiYE9oxlMUTfSQFno_8LlKF50I3WwXZtY46j1pPUpk/s320/DSC01776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399153713078417026" border="0" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Dinner Negotiating<br /></span></div>Grant: How about ice cream?<br />Mom: No. How about carrots?<br />Grant: No, carrots all gone.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sibling Laughing</span><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLb2xUPvMuZPry_If6p9BB8VYO8CYXSQz4v_pcbEv8iRvDmQbhOpQgmNBaWUBEcuXsx3ymP0N7gy8W4LoavHJwS8yv5NXDL4MXW_dd1dYfFYSivnBNGYMSLmsSxv_0NFJiGI4Jsjnbmw/s1600-h/DSC01787.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLb2xUPvMuZPry_If6p9BB8VYO8CYXSQz4v_pcbEv8iRvDmQbhOpQgmNBaWUBEcuXsx3ymP0N7gy8W4LoavHJwS8yv5NXDL4MXW_dd1dYfFYSivnBNGYMSLmsSxv_0NFJiGI4Jsjnbmw/s320/DSC01787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399153717082966562" border="0" /></a>Sadie rarely laughs for mom. Sadie sometimes laughs for dad. Sadie always laughs for Grant.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxYYaOARzz9Ygu_uzEQfsJMDzh0SbQdJNC22BSwi5aELxM4LIlX5mgyT_Xf1nwyKjPkI19-LSRSIvtFE46gcg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Halloween Trick-or-Treating</span><br /></span></div>Sadie dressed as a ghost but skipped the trick-or-treating. Grant hasn't stopped exclaiming "It's Halloween!"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOlJmtW1jKFZgTu45Eb8z8bKtFEXRbMEKc1qLPSXGVJfbJm10uD5vSY3J_vcZ5NwC95l7QaqDt8_c9nbKD9tqFbTOEz5DK_bhiHGdcNmj1pmAIGB_PKPx7kIJTTs3j4ahfLZtJG2qoo4/s1600-h/DSC01799.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOlJmtW1jKFZgTu45Eb8z8bKtFEXRbMEKc1qLPSXGVJfbJm10uD5vSY3J_vcZ5NwC95l7QaqDt8_c9nbKD9tqFbTOEz5DK_bhiHGdcNmj1pmAIGB_PKPx7kIJTTs3j4ahfLZtJG2qoo4/s320/DSC01799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399153725732002658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp564c6Rdv4PEwovBonvXBYx_t3iyNrAf5DVE-hIoT8mdPsdjPZaeDEoGUj9uqD1zb_ShqY9phrUstiRPS0M_0fyDYvtGuekHQ2iu-Dm8E8iHeY4StzTzUJk59TPRswHR9siqO302KJdQ/s1600-h/DSC01808.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp564c6Rdv4PEwovBonvXBYx_t3iyNrAf5DVE-hIoT8mdPsdjPZaeDEoGUj9uqD1zb_ShqY9phrUstiRPS0M_0fyDYvtGuekHQ2iu-Dm8E8iHeY4StzTzUJk59TPRswHR9siqO302KJdQ/s320/DSC01808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399153732559612786" border="0" /></a>Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-80786817253929314612009-09-29T20:17:00.000-07:002009-09-30T06:36:54.444-07:00A Champion Sleeper and a Soon-to-Be Champion Sitter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSUjYuXBEF3tbaV9Wpr4DaCYQPeG6nIULHnwuvd7eUyorevJIa3n3_xaxi81CN6YbltsnrYoGFYea0sc94cLUcAzs3vJjfq2pwIiUWx61x6YBLct4eqA__3dNa8JwUkyI27q7p6204WU/s1600-h/DSC01750.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSUjYuXBEF3tbaV9Wpr4DaCYQPeG6nIULHnwuvd7eUyorevJIa3n3_xaxi81CN6YbltsnrYoGFYea0sc94cLUcAzs3vJjfq2pwIiUWx61x6YBLct4eqA__3dNa8JwUkyI27q7p6204WU/s320/DSC01750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387101583373705570" border="0" /></a>Afternoon church is not compatible with napping. Not only are we at church during Grant's nap time, but the drive home tends to lull Grant to sleep at 4 pm. This Sunday was no exception. We transferred a sleeping Grant from the car to his crib after church, expecting him to wake a couple of hours later. (We've learned from experience that keeping Grant up until bedtime when he misses a nap can be torture for the parents --- and probably Grant as well.) But Grant did not wake up. Nat woke him around 9 pm to change his diaper and clothes. Grant went right back to sleep. Given the fact that he went to bed at 4 in the afternoon, I thought that I was in for an early morning. The picture above was taken at 8:30 am Monday morning right before I had to wake Grant up. He sleeps like his dad.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeT9bviBX-OYbS59-HNTGn7t0OwNhykyto6hjs3vTKuuhyphenhyphenG51Fm0GZS7jBLzm2J75MnHuLRBSD4k1SK5fldBHSUx6vAPCyoi5ExJ6tAkRLYFMzLyB61KTJ-_4Gv2bPWeJhJIulGPkCYc/s1600-h/DSC01741.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeT9bviBX-OYbS59-HNTGn7t0OwNhykyto6hjs3vTKuuhyphenhyphenG51Fm0GZS7jBLzm2J75MnHuLRBSD4k1SK5fldBHSUx6vAPCyoi5ExJ6tAkRLYFMzLyB61KTJ-_4Gv2bPWeJhJIulGPkCYc/s320/DSC01741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387101600551682786" border="0" /></a>Sadie is growing up way too fast. She's rolling over and scooting around the floor and is very close to sitting on her own.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnF335h7aCJq-pqYEDZzjh-l-VpnqofADADifKllabGxAlsIv_RFJN5qM2mb9T3AYPpSwpaw1S3PyLTDh9LDD6QHrRUPY_jBOigsuFmQy6hVsveKlefeR5zaTCppDDkgqTaiLRE_gp6mQ/s1600-h/DSC01743.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnF335h7aCJq-pqYEDZzjh-l-VpnqofADADifKllabGxAlsIv_RFJN5qM2mb9T3AYPpSwpaw1S3PyLTDh9LDD6QHrRUPY_jBOigsuFmQy6hVsveKlefeR5zaTCppDDkgqTaiLRE_gp6mQ/s320/DSC01743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387101573862738658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUCw6GAW3pEwLufXPcBNaHzAM9mUd1VVBQKdcwb07IXwWFxRXODqoWnwGK_TrXuZdkNO5PQgtusjgCNU4sEdsefjcUkn8c7kiwnl0zJuLUx0SHG3eRZz2hhYlMGEbn38m2dk2gGqKfE8/s1600-h/DSC01747.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUCw6GAW3pEwLufXPcBNaHzAM9mUd1VVBQKdcwb07IXwWFxRXODqoWnwGK_TrXuZdkNO5PQgtusjgCNU4sEdsefjcUkn8c7kiwnl0zJuLUx0SHG3eRZz2hhYlMGEbn38m2dk2gGqKfE8/s320/DSC01747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387101580831612706" border="0" /></a>I love watching my children interact with one another. Sadie adores her older brother and carefully watches his every move. Grant is very concerned for his little sister and makes sure that she has everything she needs. His concern for Sadie is captured in the picture below where Grant is graciously sharing Fox and fixing the music on Sadie's chair. Bath time on Sunday was particularly memorable. Grant has decided that he must help mom give Sadie baths. Interestingly enough, he has also determined that he himself no longer needs baths. Grant responded to my comment that it was time to bathe Sadie by running into our bedroom where Nat was watching Sadie and exclaiming, "Sadie bath!" while trying to pull Sadie off the bed. After a talk about not trying to pull Sadie off the bed, he excitedly ran to the bathroom while I got Sadie ready for her bath. Grant would laugh and talk and splash as I bathed Sadie; Sadie laughed, talked, and splashed back at Grant. I love watching the two of them interact and communicate without any intelligible words. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and dirty boys must bathe.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAypoKbZVAIbId1WBaeQ2MfzmCGfhnJ06_oDCCoilQELUDCUiozbpOdB0u8aPjFKnWDA6wGco2UUT3RDc6sS62v-hgYdO7jb6c0W5n-_FGbpm3NkmciyB7sRPANKUhRYC2_OJr3504WHo/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAypoKbZVAIbId1WBaeQ2MfzmCGfhnJ06_oDCCoilQELUDCUiozbpOdB0u8aPjFKnWDA6wGco2UUT3RDc6sS62v-hgYdO7jb6c0W5n-_FGbpm3NkmciyB7sRPANKUhRYC2_OJr3504WHo/s320/DSC01735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387101592288451506" border="0" /></a>Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-13041801386260389652009-09-07T18:28:00.000-07:002009-09-07T18:35:19.676-07:00Rolling and Slightly Balding<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2u1SsFa9olql0h5Q-QAlA9jisKfnSM1ZsFQtdvkpZVVIfatoSNk7YqQknG6fTDf9VPQW9lh6GY5HH8UohSySxFUVbTnYuqVjzjReSSniqicuduIlxPFRKYdrPq44s0Y3ivRP_ggiw3EA/s1600-h/sadie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2u1SsFa9olql0h5Q-QAlA9jisKfnSM1ZsFQtdvkpZVVIfatoSNk7YqQknG6fTDf9VPQW9lh6GY5HH8UohSySxFUVbTnYuqVjzjReSSniqicuduIlxPFRKYdrPq44s0Y3ivRP_ggiw3EA/s400/sadie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378902665504123874" border="0" /></a><br />Sadie's 4 Month Stats<br />12 lbs. 9 oz. (Weight)<br />24 1/4 in. (Height)<br />40.0 cm (Head Circumference)<br /><br />Sadie starting rolling from her back to her stomach when she was 3 1/2 months old, and today she started rolling from her stomach to her back. She has no teeth, but lots of drool. Her favorite pastimes include smiling, flying on her stomach, cooing, laughing, and looking up to her big brother.<br /></div>Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-24297287121475642202009-09-07T18:20:00.000-07:002009-09-07T18:28:29.157-07:00More Summer Pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQAky1DCGqc8nFbhhu4H7z2SWJKGQoCsxt5etF0MkC98sg5p4WkWKdUiI20rZk_AwRP0yVpmfs9Mn6pgQBoQG8d_7kp9y8AXptd7bTMJAh3uLO6QGF6__7QZtMmKrZDiYRa7JtSZErFY0/s1600-h/summer+memories.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQAky1DCGqc8nFbhhu4H7z2SWJKGQoCsxt5etF0MkC98sg5p4WkWKdUiI20rZk_AwRP0yVpmfs9Mn6pgQBoQG8d_7kp9y8AXptd7bTMJAh3uLO6QGF6__7QZtMmKrZDiYRa7JtSZErFY0/s400/summer+memories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378900606531894610" border="0" /></a>This collage captures just a few of our adventures this summer: playing with Sadie, discovering science, exploring Kirtland, playing in butterfly gardens, hiking with Fox, cleaning the car seat, and laughing.<br /><br />Adventures not pictured: searching for a home, buying a home, and moving into our home. Maybe someday soon I'll post some pictures of our home.Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-57733460485802047512009-09-07T18:12:00.001-07:002009-09-07T18:20:42.442-07:00The Mall<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKt_pfXdoH3RiyGm2IoDDwDc7RPff4JLLli3Z6RAmxF6EahvI3DRsjwJYRRkg_hbLqDXrrv5eKe5v4gkL6H9rvQStfeAMCa5gHo3FNJVY6ufAP2Enk1DqtMCTqzzm0ehm7CBCto2hoPxE/s1600-h/summer+09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKt_pfXdoH3RiyGm2IoDDwDc7RPff4JLLli3Z6RAmxF6EahvI3DRsjwJYRRkg_hbLqDXrrv5eKe5v4gkL6H9rvQStfeAMCa5gHo3FNJVY6ufAP2Enk1DqtMCTqzzm0ehm7CBCto2hoPxE/s400/summer+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378898462446487090" border="0" /></a>Here are some more pictures from our adventures in Washington D.C. We had planned to devote all day Saturday to exploring museums and monuments. After dealing with two cranky kids in the Natural History Museum, we decided to walk the mile separating the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial in the hopes that the kids would fall asleep. It worked. Unfortunately, we took too long walking around the Mall and the kids woke up just in time to be cranky in the Museum of American History. No one wants to take pictures of cranky kids, so we only have one picture of Grant (who currently refuses to smile for the camera) and no pictures of Sadie. But we do have pictures of happy parents when the kids are napping. <br /></div>Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-26273579244673941852009-08-26T18:31:00.000-07:002009-08-27T05:12:15.888-07:00Houses of GodThis past weekend Tenille had a conference for her math research stuff down in Maryland. We took the opportunity to take the whole family and enjoy a couple extra days of sightseeing. We visited with our cousin Stacy and her husband Cameron. (Thanks again for letting us crash!)<br /><br />The first of our posts from the DC trip features two houses built to honor God: the National Cathedral, and the LDS Temple in Kensington.<br /><br />The DC Temple -<br />This was Nat's temple growing up. As a youth he went to to baptisms and has fond memories of those group trips with friends from the ward. This time was special, since it was the first opportunity he's had to go through the temple as an endowed member. We actually went thrice; once with the kids to show them around and tour the visitor's center, once without the kids (again, thanks Stacy!) to go through a session, and once in Sunday best to tour the grounds. Here's some pics.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDy2Ka49LAojKtmNb7MUbTD8lZqNINJzgkFmT-s1FY9v3w1zxxIr9D5bktUbnErBEMmPl5KBKkSl0IYaqhmhP98t1drrfimrmw2a9RLTJq0Hjsei4fteZxgo83o5VjeX5YYpZoUwOm9X0/s1600-h/DSC01621.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDy2Ka49LAojKtmNb7MUbTD8lZqNINJzgkFmT-s1FY9v3w1zxxIr9D5bktUbnErBEMmPl5KBKkSl0IYaqhmhP98t1drrfimrmw2a9RLTJq0Hjsei4fteZxgo83o5VjeX5YYpZoUwOm9X0/s320/DSC01621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374452874660166546" border="0" /></a><br />When we first got in sight of the temple Grants reaction was a mix of awe and excitement. He just stood there pointing and saying "Oooooh" for about five minutes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWn-hI11fRodcjPc440-pCK1q8kwtW6_KXgi0F1y2JsViiYWnzlfl_dQJaUpKpm-l_0dwfcIZDO_kmBRwTnl_reG3Pfq303SlfO0WdqCpLn0w651rvYLskiSEHGA6Ruws6FC32aZKCMMY/s1600-h/DSC01622.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWn-hI11fRodcjPc440-pCK1q8kwtW6_KXgi0F1y2JsViiYWnzlfl_dQJaUpKpm-l_0dwfcIZDO_kmBRwTnl_reG3Pfq303SlfO0WdqCpLn0w651rvYLskiSEHGA6Ruws6FC32aZKCMMY/s320/DSC01622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374453567500627314" border="0" /></a><br />In the visitor's center there was a really cool exhibit of Hubble telescope images. These were displayed with creation/universe-type scriptures (think Pearl of great Price kindof stuff). Above is a picture of Nat telling Grant about bar-spiral galaxies. The caption might read "Someday, son, all this will be yours." Fitting for the temple...<br /><br />Fact: Most temples have cool doors. The DC temple is no exception. Here's a picture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihwNhHfl7dDhL5hvz5_kNYrz8eG7tD-JKsr2mIyV_VSwY0SW1VwRgytN93wsvONEF7vHwpDAHzFXPzplRNY21EMHVbRXy4e-Ge9a_MXGaju39WYM6pPGLbZHQLMDHNW-ZvNn8NE6_wLd8/s1600-h/DSC01647.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihwNhHfl7dDhL5hvz5_kNYrz8eG7tD-JKsr2mIyV_VSwY0SW1VwRgytN93wsvONEF7vHwpDAHzFXPzplRNY21EMHVbRXy4e-Ge9a_MXGaju39WYM6pPGLbZHQLMDHNW-ZvNn8NE6_wLd8/s320/DSC01647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374455038677955986" border="0" /></a>One of Grant's favorite bed-time songs? "I like to see the temple, I'm going there someday..."<br /><br /><br />The National Cathedral -<br />This national landmark is waaaay underrated. Nat had been to DC how many times and never even really heard of it? It is an interesting blend of old world orthodoxy and new world democracy. The founders nearly achieve sainthood in this cathedral celebrating both the gospel of Jesus and the birth of American freedom.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDp_fdHpEjgBq7IExv6hqgskuAaW7Ec2ob0To7w-YxjtceeRGPgwaBC9r4SLKPGu6-cX-nG4KZ_2xIn9klfJamyApHf3gr7ZQ7FWP9ZUQof3qQxaHUy7YfdvaEeJBNbbRbPM7PJZQfPqc/s1600-h/DSC01665.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDp_fdHpEjgBq7IExv6hqgskuAaW7Ec2ob0To7w-YxjtceeRGPgwaBC9r4SLKPGu6-cX-nG4KZ_2xIn9klfJamyApHf3gr7ZQ7FWP9ZUQof3qQxaHUy7YfdvaEeJBNbbRbPM7PJZQfPqc/s320/DSC01665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374457638835961906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-Er9DguCMOZKc5KNrntqhWU37ZSAfERa4uomnQUw-Pf562U7Mzs5dz0Lixcndbj0DkSF4y_Gyo6_gtRUjvLXD-UUR4tVGiqBRfYWEfI3yeJt88c5DtbUhyBj06RC0zDi3Meymx8F4pA/s1600-h/DSC01669.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-Er9DguCMOZKc5KNrntqhWU37ZSAfERa4uomnQUw-Pf562U7Mzs5dz0Lixcndbj0DkSF4y_Gyo6_gtRUjvLXD-UUR4tVGiqBRfYWEfI3yeJt88c5DtbUhyBj06RC0zDi3Meymx8F4pA/s320/DSC01669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374457661380356242" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivh2uo6dhMXua6McgQyyyTdr9UdBiyJ5MdttOkeIamN5ns8uulIaxKfliTPoz4BTKOCwWPwpOu0fshHIpNIbpxc8eyHuyr0DSce4qAUc70gK4-qeQIsg0R6bro6ik4REn-04ZfpzanJA0/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivh2uo6dhMXua6McgQyyyTdr9UdBiyJ5MdttOkeIamN5ns8uulIaxKfliTPoz4BTKOCwWPwpOu0fshHIpNIbpxc8eyHuyr0DSce4qAUc70gK4-qeQIsg0R6bro6ik4REn-04ZfpzanJA0/s320/DSC01681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374459072353663730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Saints Washington and Lincoln?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetnlBohthStS5cqL_tSnHviNm8KT6d9WJUBDGOd1saLurPBV5ip_eE9jsc-2YRxnC4JkZvtk644Rex4OR9GUm0BsuNl3zH6Z-uX4-zuLcnD0px1VfCdSnH2bPbfv_jwesJG6qAAG-6AE/s1600-h/DSC01667.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetnlBohthStS5cqL_tSnHviNm8KT6d9WJUBDGOd1saLurPBV5ip_eE9jsc-2YRxnC4JkZvtk644Rex4OR9GUm0BsuNl3zH6Z-uX4-zuLcnD0px1VfCdSnH2bPbfv_jwesJG6qAAG-6AE/s320/DSC01667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374457654454046146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ymI7_5jPL553dcfVhHs1b_i7Uc4Zu-xDk6b3FGp6aTg4B4QCcL35PABC_8HvuFCErr2gW5h9FjSAbav-ONPH7zNnI7WCBDmXwlGuHuyOJgNvjxrXSb7rOUxxRxfOPsfziOsFE1KnLJs/s1600-h/DSC01666.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ymI7_5jPL553dcfVhHs1b_i7Uc4Zu-xDk6b3FGp6aTg4B4QCcL35PABC_8HvuFCErr2gW5h9FjSAbav-ONPH7zNnI7WCBDmXwlGuHuyOJgNvjxrXSb7rOUxxRxfOPsfziOsFE1KnLJs/s320/DSC01666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374457648495004642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The burning bush and tree of life, perhaps? These windows face each other from across the nave.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkVdIGzQvbtrlZ0YYyfx_o7Mr6NCK28k7xMYgRHHgWD0CAb6of1c4Ux2SUs1Oan0oGh8VAchzf0XPvJvH42hC2A5sLoLuOTQgv699T8x4xUFCuYlaIbpIO1Pcv-spQMA670GaXz-NbdIk/s1600-h/DSC01671.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkVdIGzQvbtrlZ0YYyfx_o7Mr6NCK28k7xMYgRHHgWD0CAb6of1c4Ux2SUs1Oan0oGh8VAchzf0XPvJvH42hC2A5sLoLuOTQgv699T8x4xUFCuYlaIbpIO1Pcv-spQMA670GaXz-NbdIk/s320/DSC01671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374457668107471650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMLlVYq7rES_RcfisN7hb1lIG6ieqKuqxCvMByNRkSit2kCz42_XbQBQq2AJEqztUOx-iborRReM45m9MZlt7MhdrERdHchklsO2YEDJljcDw5x1lDLpiMYhdINRBUWxJnY2GQfL-VEw/s1600-h/DSC01675.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMLlVYq7rES_RcfisN7hb1lIG6ieqKuqxCvMByNRkSit2kCz42_XbQBQq2AJEqztUOx-iborRReM45m9MZlt7MhdrERdHchklsO2YEDJljcDw5x1lDLpiMYhdINRBUWxJnY2GQfL-VEw/s320/DSC01675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374459056653837650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The rose window makes a striking feature, heading a procession of the flags of the states. We liked this in conjunction with a line from Washington's War Message to congress, which is etched into a side chapel wall. He sums up the aim of American freedom as being to "bring peace and safety to all nations and make the world itself at last free."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPR6QovGMl1X59ofCF0kSGdTmDZL95jypsdRWAjU5CNLo1XRMt9cadot4yxBAdBJw_wXQt2leiHPRaH4ZfJY5rfKNqYbtfM3ERnxfbY6PZq9Fb20Mqcb7rU6XvzWHgd-_aP29pnvsils/s1600-h/DSC01676.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPR6QovGMl1X59ofCF0kSGdTmDZL95jypsdRWAjU5CNLo1XRMt9cadot4yxBAdBJw_wXQt2leiHPRaH4ZfJY5rfKNqYbtfM3ERnxfbY6PZq9Fb20Mqcb7rU6XvzWHgd-_aP29pnvsils/s320/DSC01676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374459083831120066" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A final and futile supplication: "Lord open the King of England's eyes."Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-36389639697093161342009-07-13T18:42:00.000-07:002009-07-13T18:50:22.552-07:00Grant in TrainsThis weekend we went to Lancaster and had a blast. While in Lancaster, we went to a train museum because Grant loves trains. I didn't take many pictures of Grant, but I did take pictures of the letters in Grant's name.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaKwyUw6pwiuKECjb96Didn00dYT8J-Idrv4Rwt1LiqS_L67EJprXdmtLvuoI2MfBHDnObcNcf9vdoBM2zuoAyvxYNw2ZNbkuSwcGrvgLW4VgyWsM4mv_lK9YdQT0izM99wecV-P_Sf0g/s1600-h/G.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaKwyUw6pwiuKECjb96Didn00dYT8J-Idrv4Rwt1LiqS_L67EJprXdmtLvuoI2MfBHDnObcNcf9vdoBM2zuoAyvxYNw2ZNbkuSwcGrvgLW4VgyWsM4mv_lK9YdQT0izM99wecV-P_Sf0g/s320/G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358126797022098002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaMYo3-Dopxm_asEnE-V0oCTUOj64S42rKKB1o9CXmnzO5WMvX8JieG6IKrlnPrFjYbVn7nOTro2FxTVdFziOhasRsNQX6CWl9Bpu85Hyvu1dsp-XCAZHOBFWgrHAddUgJbDvi6J7ff4/s1600-h/R2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaMYo3-Dopxm_asEnE-V0oCTUOj64S42rKKB1o9CXmnzO5WMvX8JieG6IKrlnPrFjYbVn7nOTro2FxTVdFziOhasRsNQX6CWl9Bpu85Hyvu1dsp-XCAZHOBFWgrHAddUgJbDvi6J7ff4/s320/R2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358126799594790626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bV21s_DVYwlE5EZvoxPoybeyTs51h_E1y6F65TA9MFnoWvtatKVh1kbjB8li7Crszbccb02nl0zIIg_8VyErTVSxo7XAats0bIUxP30zhZXwV9mPVq1DMjG7lWDTiLttckrIKhP4Cdc/s1600-h/A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bV21s_DVYwlE5EZvoxPoybeyTs51h_E1y6F65TA9MFnoWvtatKVh1kbjB8li7Crszbccb02nl0zIIg_8VyErTVSxo7XAats0bIUxP30zhZXwV9mPVq1DMjG7lWDTiLttckrIKhP4Cdc/s320/A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358126806238152594" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_OI7WrIhG6R0SRzEgGObCg2iaYK1cDEbkQaNWYyiFq6D6rqTH58i7lliwFCzBQN8RIM1RTtBo1A2999ZyuY-jwDuS_8w_6l9IIbFxGVTjM947k8AxO1RwOfkE9CjGvqa4uGNlaMexQs/s1600-h/N.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_OI7WrIhG6R0SRzEgGObCg2iaYK1cDEbkQaNWYyiFq6D6rqTH58i7lliwFCzBQN8RIM1RTtBo1A2999ZyuY-jwDuS_8w_6l9IIbFxGVTjM947k8AxO1RwOfkE9CjGvqa4uGNlaMexQs/s320/N.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358126818555754178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFjgIFnaBdELr0jArya5H1tpNJUJuXQUwK8b1vCSKLo-vJCLglWrgjRu0vSJTy0Wd6tE43Vf_dKen7uFnwHHOTonWs0B7ZY4mL93NsWMlskw4NKbGd1W0lg5yxY3mirjJxV0kA3kEL6WM/s1600-h/T.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFjgIFnaBdELr0jArya5H1tpNJUJuXQUwK8b1vCSKLo-vJCLglWrgjRu0vSJTy0Wd6tE43Vf_dKen7uFnwHHOTonWs0B7ZY4mL93NsWMlskw4NKbGd1W0lg5yxY3mirjJxV0kA3kEL6WM/s320/T.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358126822467667682" border="0" /></a>Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-51464408817945533182009-07-05T19:23:00.000-07:002009-07-07T04:36:27.027-07:00Just Enough Time to Post Some Pictures<div style="text-align: center;">Sadie Elaine turned two months old. She is cute and smiley as long as mom is holding her. We don't think she looks much like Grant did at this age. What do you think?<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5V1N9EpA473veufhw-KotxV1Ef1pNK9jbquaGTXMf6VZwLJfRATsZOhkplTa9CnoTNPglnSbLQDwLrXylhx9mLXAsmQmLai1B5KDpCRDb-ennGETAj1djSvUvqU0p1MA8yg96DonCtk/s1600-h/DSC01355.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5V1N9EpA473veufhw-KotxV1Ef1pNK9jbquaGTXMf6VZwLJfRATsZOhkplTa9CnoTNPglnSbLQDwLrXylhx9mLXAsmQmLai1B5KDpCRDb-ennGETAj1djSvUvqU0p1MA8yg96DonCtk/s320/DSC01355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355169730017607282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFXcypY0Za-Yie2XSGX9qstxp7Fs9ZjNh2JNUbZjxFUQOarJCgJvSLC65awjZct2vrwkUEeshfjqzdypEtypQSQkleFA5HP5vDq4m_Oe6pBAB0XrkqtMjv2pdr0DlRjlh4vH_6LRWd2Q/s1600-h/P1100547.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFXcypY0Za-Yie2XSGX9qstxp7Fs9ZjNh2JNUbZjxFUQOarJCgJvSLC65awjZct2vrwkUEeshfjqzdypEtypQSQkleFA5HP5vDq4m_Oe6pBAB0XrkqtMjv2pdr0DlRjlh4vH_6LRWd2Q/s320/P1100547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172103920567922" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIn9wPWMCVb7m87MvjMS2QG3s1IWv41BDuYf5sBVtgC9rVoPEC3dnQolI1g7jrEY03TfJaP64f4vUlYcsxnK_Vmekww0sotr8oRTdutii8P85v0obWQrDcnxFH6lTRERg443ZaO_OD5wY/s1600-h/DSC01350.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIn9wPWMCVb7m87MvjMS2QG3s1IWv41BDuYf5sBVtgC9rVoPEC3dnQolI1g7jrEY03TfJaP64f4vUlYcsxnK_Vmekww0sotr8oRTdutii8P85v0obWQrDcnxFH6lTRERg443ZaO_OD5wY/s320/DSC01350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355169725860688834" border="0" /></a>Grant got a hair cut. Here's his really cute before shot.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcdnLpu1diFT-gepFIPT7wFbOAXA-rr_IT6Gj2MewoQ-z4aXydxfUBPrfIVFHeVtD2pLoa9GLuWbzrE4RKV8x3GClXMp12kj-YMcOZC0kp2fwjaYX8UhArNC_9U4PvrhT5GrBooCsp50/s1600-h/DSC01337.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcdnLpu1diFT-gepFIPT7wFbOAXA-rr_IT6Gj2MewoQ-z4aXydxfUBPrfIVFHeVtD2pLoa9GLuWbzrE4RKV8x3GClXMp12kj-YMcOZC0kp2fwjaYX8UhArNC_9U4PvrhT5GrBooCsp50/s320/DSC01337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355169718511905858" border="0" /></a>I really miss the long hair, but I don't miss the puddle of sweat Grant's hair created every time he took a nap. Seriously, this kid's head can really sweat!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQ5k9JoUZQHZvzzk8oBRge_IGknV4H_XakvCSsL7FDn2ZK8sdihVOPAQIy2_Y-sLZdSDrDcC2x0i66HRH1RMyGjEwp4ijpY6BTy_pIhEgxKRK6Hg20JhgnZ6BlJzsARdjZ1ZIKfoZuow/s1600-h/DSC01361.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQ5k9JoUZQHZvzzk8oBRge_IGknV4H_XakvCSsL7FDn2ZK8sdihVOPAQIy2_Y-sLZdSDrDcC2x0i66HRH1RMyGjEwp4ijpY6BTy_pIhEgxKRK6Hg20JhgnZ6BlJzsARdjZ1ZIKfoZuow/s320/DSC01361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355169740512157122" border="0" /></a>We wore the kids out on the Fourth. Sadly, we missed the fireworks and the 4K race. Oh well, there's always next year.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwLvTduF7Km-n2ZrJvEk0yEeBQDzCtrwP21KxJFe2q_Q9CJbTGM8S8xoY0N9H4ta5Fmvj9fHpM8za6tGcs4A1AG_EAIA5iKC2PLmieSPWiAVq1cCWpZCK7g1ViEvV_Kwmo-lNONkIXMLE/s1600-h/DSC01372.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwLvTduF7Km-n2ZrJvEk0yEeBQDzCtrwP21KxJFe2q_Q9CJbTGM8S8xoY0N9H4ta5Fmvj9fHpM8za6tGcs4A1AG_EAIA5iKC2PLmieSPWiAVq1cCWpZCK7g1ViEvV_Kwmo-lNONkIXMLE/s320/DSC01372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355170035006422082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPaNe4OxyZASeI5dvrJvin77Ey1CQHoKEsHgqcvaBfbF_L1MyhzEkFUBm8yG_r8ZxbG5-9uy3_y_6pIslvJFeYjQYwVjaPGd5utrlIlEFiWqNYvohkvZVVOi_eopVrFJABpkE-l-E-z0Q/s1600-h/DSC01374.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPaNe4OxyZASeI5dvrJvin77Ey1CQHoKEsHgqcvaBfbF_L1MyhzEkFUBm8yG_r8ZxbG5-9uy3_y_6pIslvJFeYjQYwVjaPGd5utrlIlEFiWqNYvohkvZVVOi_eopVrFJABpkE-l-E-z0Q/s320/DSC01374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355169745058012002" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123971059902567380.post-84560457490841214142009-06-20T08:23:00.000-07:002009-06-20T09:02:35.263-07:00Stealing the Show<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Grant sure loves his sister.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>He holds her and talks to her.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN6Ov4C0AIkmw2epe65claVBCCYNY6ENNzyvfIOnoSUhpx1eqIbHbF6kV42TltkkJmEsMyRFXUEtxaqOCrs6skmm3AAbUK8tBEttpe-_K2sv-YKgZs02wkATL3V01O3f26uYME8zeADfw/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN6Ov4C0AIkmw2epe65claVBCCYNY6ENNzyvfIOnoSUhpx1eqIbHbF6kV42TltkkJmEsMyRFXUEtxaqOCrs6skmm3AAbUK8tBEttpe-_K2sv-YKgZs02wkATL3V01O3f26uYME8zeADfw/s320/DSC00988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349436451993981362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>He shares his toys with her.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiivN6PcY7DIPPRh2P5HLJbt-8asLE2V6dWq5T8Mk-_0tEGUm_tlSfaPOwlC7EBpXcuMshbrZCF8aRoYOvMeRu6nfbYaBArGSghNV-bSzZ6aeNnhhV_at59FChipWwEzgcQa_FEsTWbKwg/s1600-h/DSC01308.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiivN6PcY7DIPPRh2P5HLJbt-8asLE2V6dWq5T8Mk-_0tEGUm_tlSfaPOwlC7EBpXcuMshbrZCF8aRoYOvMeRu6nfbYaBArGSghNV-bSzZ6aeNnhhV_at59FChipWwEzgcQa_FEsTWbKwg/s320/DSC01308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349437358119383410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>He sits by her while she sleeps.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3oiw-MduPIYZ3dLvz4o5UHDu1zZ4CmK38nedGolnxgDZbjVttlWq6HRb63kbvUhuHWgebujZc1zn_gIev62icamb2keN9-5CeQK1ead5R6nc-QvUJ0_WOsU2hVaWxntBZ-HlNlzhlZQ8/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3oiw-MduPIYZ3dLvz4o5UHDu1zZ4CmK38nedGolnxgDZbjVttlWq6HRb63kbvUhuHWgebujZc1zn_gIev62icamb2keN9-5CeQK1ead5R6nc-QvUJ0_WOsU2hVaWxntBZ-HlNlzhlZQ8/s320/DSC01210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349437353264415426" border="0" /></a>I wanted to make a cute movie of Sadie smiling at her fish mobile. Unfortunately, I think Grant stole the show.<br /></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwu2PrfuHkopqQmQRcla0DoFuI5svrWKnOWNifxa9Wi4d01Bi3HeB2we90lBt3ihb9rstL7BM-mWTc9JhjW2w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Tenillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02817155361315647845noreply@blogger.com5