tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61275334527938980712024-02-19T18:50:55.149-07:00what's up butter cupHillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.comBlogger275125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-27288298476607856532012-02-22T10:46:00.003-07:002012-02-22T11:08:02.672-07:00RUBY'S MENUOn Monday night I was trying to give something fun for Ruby to do so I asked her to erase last weeks menu from our menu board (that I hardly ever use) and write down what we'd had for dinner on Sunday and Monday..........then she wrote down what we should have for dinner for the rest of the week.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY30jTHXMUgr2bMcraLoTZANkfi_poquM_ZKXA4vvLkiKYI0ZJUKffUnodwnSBc19IPCGknB5rTyrHhfWanVBxjTfu8IW8Rb822VSyAriO784CS5rzPeOWD0l9jQwkkPrUCmLFRAcbl-c9/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712018166098268498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY30jTHXMUgr2bMcraLoTZANkfi_poquM_ZKXA4vvLkiKYI0ZJUKffUnodwnSBc19IPCGknB5rTyrHhfWanVBxjTfu8IW8Rb822VSyAriO784CS5rzPeOWD0l9jQwkkPrUCmLFRAcbl-c9/s400/003.JPG" /></a> Sunday: Cornd (no "e")<br />beef with a check mark because we ate that already<br /><br />Monday: Bbq ribs<br />noo ldes. check mark<br /><br />Tuesday: pizza. (except, we had taco's)<br /><br />Wednesday: Frosen (with a backwards "z")<br />breedoe (burrito)<br /><br />Thursday: spagabl ("spagbol" is what she was going for)<br />("spagbol" is what we call spaghetti cause Maddy and I read "Uglies"<br />and that's what they call spaghetti in the book)<br /><br />Friday: Lfteovre day (leftovers woohoo)<br /><br />And<br /><br />Saturday: Cake mmm!<br />then she added "brownee cake day"</p><br /><p>I love Ruby <br />The end<br /><br /></p>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-65845282214161733212012-02-09T06:33:00.010-07:002012-02-09T07:31:50.894-07:00Miss Maddy turns 12!I know, it's hard to believe that I have a child that's 12. I DO look young! But yes, it's true, Maddy is (FINALLY) 12.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707130654121155810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcT4gHKur8PtEtICkFeJOXrnwEdgGSoUMrOVe9ifpeno0E6Dswe1KeNg7opzroWPxVDNORWZqDocmMr79SfRHjPwRsoa7VDmAvtlCWYFRbQkil_uRJxYmxuEjSDVOrgVxdK7ANkQwso_EB/s400/005.JPG" />My cute faced Maddy who is mostly perfect.....mostly.<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707130041770369090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGCmOHxMJ13Os777EY4fEbLu9JNJ32j_XDcbmCYQH4n4JQIIbOQA1q3na_2lIZ1h8I94arrtUqckrzksmkYRerJ3wz8YBokpODrBvRrcTt-yU-LtU7ydvam_Q-WGKX0cITcF6hPwzZfU4/s400/012.JPG" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>except sometimes she makes faces like this. I'm hoping it's a TWEEN thing and she'll grow out of it soon.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IQI94auROl4N10jHdRXzCQ2tyCzY9EvnwpwUghaboLfE3x_gLKc2QgPmINRjB7xyn97SQkcKD2wnVdnIx1ug4IUPMdpIBOpd8n9NGXodyUdQkYFiVZnLQWjfQIbrbeHh98YMRaVZAQLQ/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707130989464985634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IQI94auROl4N10jHdRXzCQ2tyCzY9EvnwpwUghaboLfE3x_gLKc2QgPmINRjB7xyn97SQkcKD2wnVdnIx1ug4IUPMdpIBOpd8n9NGXodyUdQkYFiVZnLQWjfQIbrbeHh98YMRaVZAQLQ/s400/010.JPG" /></a>Although I did make a nerdy face at a bunch of little boys who were walking home from school yesterday. I think I'm going through a phase and hopefully I'll grow out of it soon.<br /><br /><div>Some things Maddy is excited for about being 12:</div><br /><br /><div>*NO MORE PRIMARY! She's dreaded it for months now (I felt the same way when I was 11)</div><br /><br /><div>*getting to wear a little make-up MAYBE. It would be a "for sure" instead of a "maybe", except she wants to wear eye shadow most and not just a little mascara. </div><br /><br /><div>*Young Women's with her friend Amber (she turned 12 - 2 weeks ago) </div><br /><br /><div>*Hopefully getting her own room back when Junior High starts. She's been redecorating Daisy's room in her head for months now.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMLobKMuwloul5zYu9AsHlXvlb0bMeI1VwtDQY6qhILphJnvmVA_cIYMxE2FDzCjNNB_a0i3PdbxXiGuloM7iJpiADGAl_yjFVpx_Z3RFRLh8aoEDd7CNsG1DHSFVFUiLm5tge4JCev2p/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707130666646278626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMLobKMuwloul5zYu9AsHlXvlb0bMeI1VwtDQY6qhILphJnvmVA_cIYMxE2FDzCjNNB_a0i3PdbxXiGuloM7iJpiADGAl_yjFVpx_Z3RFRLh8aoEDd7CNsG1DHSFVFUiLm5tge4JCev2p/s400/023.JPG" /></a> The Oreo Blizzard ice cream cake she requested. And the "thinking of a good wish" face.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoY9uWGlN1vpUmHQTJ513Phzg1KyjQs9ypreCy8j41jZZeldpOwDXMT3BnyZkuKpEWEyVun_5jHreOOKKLR42yLJ0kEyKALhEiqC-bJi_Om7EmUt773LOb00DP8rSeJbACEZ6RwO1huJtR/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707130658245759666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoY9uWGlN1vpUmHQTJ513Phzg1KyjQs9ypreCy8j41jZZeldpOwDXMT3BnyZkuKpEWEyVun_5jHreOOKKLR42yLJ0kEyKALhEiqC-bJi_Om7EmUt773LOb00DP8rSeJbACEZ6RwO1huJtR/s400/024.JPG" /></a> Getting ready to blow out candles..........</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUgk9_J-qGOgmWsoF4FbMFT38PVA8vPwUN8lFYBgSvbiVL0ftwt66BDHP7ns63w-eulAjqo-0t0Iqe7nXQyUy40I-DJFXHlSkP8K8wHlPmCYSK4NyxAtlFRLTUgj-0_Eq6ZNf5BrPLLf8/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707130658959367586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUgk9_J-qGOgmWsoF4FbMFT38PVA8vPwUN8lFYBgSvbiVL0ftwt66BDHP7ns63w-eulAjqo-0t0Iqe7nXQyUy40I-DJFXHlSkP8K8wHlPmCYSK4NyxAtlFRLTUgj-0_Eq6ZNf5BrPLLf8/s400/025.JPG" /></a> and now on to the Oreo snitching<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5UaS8sMIX4OkXU1nE3VNTKDY3Ff-qLML-pQP55OZbJOyCBvWUvGIAZO6NJkCfiHYLYIChLiSFRvlXc4MNSqvGjT_5AShBpWayodab71U1l6tM_tV1Vu2BzaSPYVWUNw4S16U6PdldZbO/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707130651538798706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5UaS8sMIX4OkXU1nE3VNTKDY3Ff-qLML-pQP55OZbJOyCBvWUvGIAZO6NJkCfiHYLYIChLiSFRvlXc4MNSqvGjT_5AShBpWayodab71U1l6tM_tV1Vu2BzaSPYVWUNw4S16U6PdldZbO/s400/014.JPG" /></a> Her first pair of teeny high heels...that I bought. She buys heels at Savers herself all the time but now that she's 12 she can actually wear them (some of them) to Church.<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707130993663739330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhgYoNSpbhj0VHdo51P5wtThAJTgJBye4fDKXCs1njt689TWZXUFld637wRtcItFpwoSY-IFwy17O6ZO_5YAYcj1vvBv4uSUsBusurvgmjlBMV1zysDbSqEOv7BJ6hIbPgRhdu2HH-AB2/s400/021.JPG" />Ruby thinks that's CRAZY.</div><br /><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYTbmufM0NdWrPNgmJwXxexc6M3-VjQGBSwjbS3A-x9msVjNEWE36S9omG6rmJ-fHWpXEsueyLpdVA0j7gAm9NweTKVlkmVBz4cx2v91QHymIeSIlhzL1dRdVn5tbdRZPppqJ7yeuP2tN/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707130037387392738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYTbmufM0NdWrPNgmJwXxexc6M3-VjQGBSwjbS3A-x9msVjNEWE36S9omG6rmJ-fHWpXEsueyLpdVA0j7gAm9NweTKVlkmVBz4cx2v91QHymIeSIlhzL1dRdVn5tbdRZPppqJ7yeuP2tN/s400/007.JPG" /></a> The birthday outfit that was wrapped in silver tulle and waiting on the toilet seat for her first thing in the morning. Maddy hoped it didn't have toilet juice (eewww) on them, and if so, she was going to wear them anyway. </div><br /><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT39D5e7_XNmIsUYRcH8rtVyu5rD_gwNOvB2mC9IYPlBdw5AjSNnO_D4YV3KttpDj_WkSsArmYdqT593q4iWCgIojEOQ-fTfoabW4e_Ws0WWYYQ6aINVOpaHb_Y37_UyJj_YqOSu4CBMd-/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707130033619373330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT39D5e7_XNmIsUYRcH8rtVyu5rD_gwNOvB2mC9IYPlBdw5AjSNnO_D4YV3KttpDj_WkSsArmYdqT593q4iWCgIojEOQ-fTfoabW4e_Ws0WWYYQ6aINVOpaHb_Y37_UyJj_YqOSu4CBMd-/s400/008.JPG" /></a> Here's her "smolder"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDt6Tjkl2OfPPvSEiC7X1S1SKFO-xIKOKvw6GBXVo-2PXDsccA4rNgBIoVydGqN8QB30yuwbMm6wvYYjbDFsUUYuxdGU83mffdADC8SJr8gszmdZDNPJ6G9zyFGHIHsILa9XSB6FD6zBX/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707130025040102354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDt6Tjkl2OfPPvSEiC7X1S1SKFO-xIKOKvw6GBXVo-2PXDsccA4rNgBIoVydGqN8QB30yuwbMm6wvYYjbDFsUUYuxdGU83mffdADC8SJr8gszmdZDNPJ6G9zyFGHIHsILa9XSB6FD6zBX/s400/009.JPG" /></a> and fashion pose<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRuSxpOB571nKwMCdPe2tc6xsdjrsjKKg25c5WT4rhM1sOyn5YWzw-z2bZfjfxGHV94GNdjS-zaTSzaUT-1kRsp815zwDH9yODCOh49PlpA6NGvvBPLP3NuHBUpxLLozA_DykVjg4n-egA/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707130025616745426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRuSxpOB571nKwMCdPe2tc6xsdjrsjKKg25c5WT4rhM1sOyn5YWzw-z2bZfjfxGHV94GNdjS-zaTSzaUT-1kRsp815zwDH9yODCOh49PlpA6NGvvBPLP3NuHBUpxLLozA_DykVjg4n-egA/s400/019.JPG" /></a> And MY personal favorite face. Yup, she's still Maddy even thought she's big and OLD and 12.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div>She's wild about fashion and decorating. Her favorite colors are chartreuse (not "lime green"), turquoise, and bright pink. And basically, anything fashionable that happened in, or around, 1986 :)<br /></div><br /><div>We love our Maddy, She is fun and helpful and kind to others. She's responsible and reads like crazy. She does weird stuff and makes up nick names for her sisters...and random people on the bus. Everyone likes her, and last year she decided not to be shy anymore. (I wasn't that smart til I was a junior in high school). She's a great baby-sitter, and even likes little kids (I didn't when I was babysitting age). She's a great kid and I'm glad I get to be her Mom....even if she wants to pick out my clothes when ever I leave the house :)</div></div></div>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-80312859560931724862011-12-05T15:05:00.007-07:002011-12-08T13:25:08.358-07:00Daisy turns 1 Ta da.It's true. Our little baby - that was just barely born - turned one. Nearly a month ago.....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOtoI-i7u3kxP86ryNK32FGNPPks03XcB0v0IedyuZhs8haNuQeXVDwzy-2TEljIBqgvjn8HrCqcqZO_932MoCKtQG8Ifcrzkcpyl3sjGlOAhGKMwZhhNLyqdwAeIsGiExqb00J0zPRyXY/s1600/160.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682771217597246674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOtoI-i7u3kxP86ryNK32FGNPPks03XcB0v0IedyuZhs8haNuQeXVDwzy-2TEljIBqgvjn8HrCqcqZO_932MoCKtQG8Ifcrzkcpyl3sjGlOAhGKMwZhhNLyqdwAeIsGiExqb00J0zPRyXY/s400/160.JPG" /></a> Max holding her back so I can get a shot of the birthday girl that isn't blurry. This little kid NEVER stops moving.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis74ZwUYQI1Y-kxaSMcJakNu7sKFkn8X-aNidMYo8jHrFYDkuJoljcMHYeFKp5W28ByPCyBANTYCx0Yj-_PsLo47zri72hnmOcaK1fLdTlznLkhQ0EPGy-Ak314MhIsnLdxprkLITL9ts_/s1600/173.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682771215497945186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis74ZwUYQI1Y-kxaSMcJakNu7sKFkn8X-aNidMYo8jHrFYDkuJoljcMHYeFKp5W28ByPCyBANTYCx0Yj-_PsLo47zri72hnmOcaK1fLdTlznLkhQ0EPGy-Ak314MhIsnLdxprkLITL9ts_/s400/173.JPG" /></a>Inspecting Her own personal cake. She like to explore things..... a lot of things, with her 2 teeny fingers. </p><br /><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqx4m3Xf0202gjJFS-bA-1OHUxj92vEkBhe9eQ0C8HwrSebdlLvIFl6VsKbbBah0SaNpLSLJjUFKAfeDaYyh2ilq_tMLCxG53LQ4r7-W__4Mqxuzk5kADGIedrtoaGHI3R1cxrty7Lbyu/s1600/175.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682771214720214178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqx4m3Xf0202gjJFS-bA-1OHUxj92vEkBhe9eQ0C8HwrSebdlLvIFl6VsKbbBah0SaNpLSLJjUFKAfeDaYyh2ilq_tMLCxG53LQ4r7-W__4Mqxuzk5kADGIedrtoaGHI3R1cxrty7Lbyu/s400/175.JPG" /></a> Her birthday candle cake. Looks tasty and cute, but it was a dud. I got a hair brained idea to flavor the <homemade>frosting with a packet of strawberry lemonade kool-aid (I found it on Pinterest). It was a huge grand fail. It probably would have taste great in July, but not November. Nobody wants lemonade in Nov.</p><br /><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP3BMYcoXj7_OPlmkZIH9nNR9yHy1CfQjo0qDp8KctmyEMRe_YYM_gPgmH18wDQpkJDP7bM-ZwYFbSDjNQT-rhvLs6W7mbL4ZR22AJ3r-dLPwhdmjrh2pQ3KeTZYI4_kOsQD-qNp9jlrtN/s1600/181.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682771200576067874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP3BMYcoXj7_OPlmkZIH9nNR9yHy1CfQjo0qDp8KctmyEMRe_YYM_gPgmH18wDQpkJDP7bM-ZwYFbSDjNQT-rhvLs6W7mbL4ZR22AJ3r-dLPwhdmjrh2pQ3KeTZYI4_kOsQD-qNp9jlrtN/s400/181.JPG" /></a> Except for maybe Daisy..... Who wants to feed herself, all the time. Good thing she's not very messy when she eats......:)<br /></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1LR2IvpQ0XFRRGWqgtfGyVr2z36pn4RjxvVglc_7hfeg1mZqR8zI4aGYZBnBy_sPw7Vt5yrgyQeS-LIkt1wYR8PW65dCeSHbbos4KUhk0kD26Dl0ZVZwKAoZpUgihFttgxo_Gglf6QWA/s1600/188.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682771201177291506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1LR2IvpQ0XFRRGWqgtfGyVr2z36pn4RjxvVglc_7hfeg1mZqR8zI4aGYZBnBy_sPw7Vt5yrgyQeS-LIkt1wYR8PW65dCeSHbbos4KUhk0kD26Dl0ZVZwKAoZpUgihFttgxo_Gglf6QWA/s400/188.JPG" /></a>Opening presents. Very daintily.<br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>One thing I love about Daisy is......EVERYTHING.....even the stuff that makes me tired. No really, I do. Except for maybe a few things.........</p><br /><p>She has never stopped moving since the day she was born. First she would twist and scoot and maneuver her way off the blanket she would be laying on to spit up on the carpet. (thank heavens that phase is over) Then she would roll everywhere....and spit up on the carpet. Then she crawled....pulled herself up.....walked around furniture..... stood up in the middle of the room.... then on to full on walking at 9 months. It looks funny when any baby walks at 9 months, but especially funny when such a shrimpy one does it. </p><br /><br /><p>She weighs almost 22 lbs ( 63%) and is 30 inches long (78%). She has 9 teeth including a 15 month molar and another molar on the way. She says Mama, d'dee, and aut-oh whenever she drops something off her highchair, shopping cart or changing pad. She teases for loves and cuddles for a little second but we think she's just pausing to plan her next move.<br /></p><br /><br /><p>Daisy is such a light and a joy in our little family. She keeps up on our toes and has us all wrapped around her little tiny finger. </p>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-47372122833779989972011-12-05T14:50:00.003-07:002011-12-05T15:05:01.856-07:00First Day of school/ picture day 2011Yes, I did send my children off to school. I just have a Tasmanian Daisy who keeps my sort of frazzled and mostly blogless. <br /><br />Maddy on the first day of 6th grade. She has a WONDERFUL teacher names Mrs Rawle. Mrs Rawle enjoys Maddy, Maddy's super cute hair and totally appreciates her good student manners.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682765720490813442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSfe5UgnHYahLAbiiQsvgQWld0hCk00x6VP25jG_fiMKvacD0tlSs-dTFJFgqeSZV5jue0Jbxvf90Wy_lK_nntq6vy3f37YdiXq-VZm2W2xn5aQ_B_YaffS5CrBaA5r07XHq-pX5xuPGO/s400/022.JPG" /><br /><br />Ruby and her first day of First grade. Her teacher is Mrs Hogan (who was in our Payson ward when Ru was born) Mrs Hogan was requested by me because Ruby's kindergarten teacher was less then...... Mrs Hogan LOVES LOVES LOVES her kids, but doesn't love telling parents what is expected of their students. It annoys this parent a little. But we LOVE her none the less.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682765720450820706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5SGDxegYwVnnDq0bduGFtJfmtGXwUQeuHsPKicIyAx5i_hL5fFJV7eIulY5ceUCktNngef11p_NIpx805YfHWuzFstnaTX_OPRz7lzeKLMhZEQpWEKfJhqYMOE774hTG0toBzANaMiDKh/s400/020.JPG" /><br /><br />Maddy's school picture face. We didn't order any school pictures because we were planning (and we did -- yeah) on taking our own pictures (by the best friend Em) instead.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUGbX1eZxPJ-a-lqEqyamOzzElUcNJmluU0XI9e010igRG64O0W7FbjniWYIW5buHfT1exl_5OtVNsIAm4URUaZMRh1VavaQmo9MU3kbPQOhG8cWwl0CdjE6uC9uxLWePbaAY_PthXp6Qn/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682765733443898690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUGbX1eZxPJ-a-lqEqyamOzzElUcNJmluU0XI9e010igRG64O0W7FbjniWYIW5buHfT1exl_5OtVNsIAm4URUaZMRh1VavaQmo9MU3kbPQOhG8cWwl0CdjE6uC9uxLWePbaAY_PthXp6Qn/s400/043.JPG" /></a> Ruby's school picture face. Never mind that her hair is COMPLETELY different now. <br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682765744349744658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4zhVVnIlhPf4BIA8xylIMtlOezTzI6NQ4IaGC4XczMKWl4IQguV4e2qk1yrbabEpeZd-MvkFd9AdsY-vA-pSUkBs0JXzh6wG8jlDq6DswS9c_WqdRk3c1f4ebQiIRhPZ3ZXhbaXts2JK/s400/042.JPG" />The end....Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-5361153810043325542011-10-26T10:00:00.009-06:002011-10-28T15:55:02.504-06:00Pet names?....So.....I seem to have super good names for my family members.....if they were animals.<br /><br />Years ago when We moved to our townhouse and Max and I only had one Maddy for a kid, we had 2 sets of neighbors right across from us. They didn't have any kids just one dog each.....One was names Maddy and one was named Max. DOGS. Let me also say that Max is the #1 dog name E V E R. For reals.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667834122993619426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6SnbrfCLBEUYiA_V9dgYrQ1LaZwoWcalvClRgY4ZhK4seh_q_SPVjbTIq4k04CSGTaXoVfZkoQR5hIaY985Zt33aEL-Oy5fjkljki1gFmquD3Dj5mmJyv3fRb04_-Y5zXeWNf82PFo9d/s400/040.JPG" /><br />Then, when Ruby came around, I told my friend that we were going to name her "Ruby" and she said "OH, I know a goat named Ruby". Let me also say that that same friend thinks there isn't a more perfect name for a baby then "Ruby" except for maybe "Roxie" (I know a dog named Roxie) </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667834118249884786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAeYp8vvmF757zEOnlQG8ndEoAOoAR6yPylbnPF1mTGNL3GLYbduIfTrsdEcXSruz6Nln4s_OhLS4vgnq2XsiFchsNCNYXAQ2yn2OdN3-9EZ_mNY-_yZvpGfhrbOi00Best_fHZqitmhGl/s400/018.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><br /><p>Ruby, the person. (at her dance recital that happened and I never blogged about) </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9lj2rwE7YJ4_gMIHGYgVqbwEPOFOIut_UZ5aYA4tseZp14e-yByhvR1bcwe5daZUP1xSkmUsdDKOyH8xwAg8s9suPWrY-MyZEeu5hdebOQHuaFhQuyUHf3pK9FvUC42VcgpX-2Y0yR97/s1600/143.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667834141139705666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9lj2rwE7YJ4_gMIHGYgVqbwEPOFOIut_UZ5aYA4tseZp14e-yByhvR1bcwe5daZUP1xSkmUsdDKOyH8xwAg8s9suPWrY-MyZEeu5hdebOQHuaFhQuyUHf3pK9FvUC42VcgpX-2Y0yR97/s400/143.JPG" /></a> Maddy the person.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ3naKllt6y970kn7wZp3GmqAdB5PkXeWSpmKdxDyHN3wEukHw54OtLFUsuUaZzfY87rfD7LpQxfE-_MIbTlQcbCaVF-2Pf3RHQIwYOKm2VXyb6q8EsNAGIJmthd7rL6swAUAX3HmMafsv/s1600/134.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667834140072428354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ3naKllt6y970kn7wZp3GmqAdB5PkXeWSpmKdxDyHN3wEukHw54OtLFUsuUaZzfY87rfD7LpQxfE-_MIbTlQcbCaVF-2Pf3RHQIwYOKm2VXyb6q8EsNAGIJmthd7rL6swAUAX3HmMafsv/s400/134.JPG" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><p>Daisy, the person.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>Now that we have a Daisy, there are 2 DOGS in my neighborhood named DAISY. One lives about 3 houses down from us and the other is my good friend Holly's dog. She says she feels bad every time she yells at her dog. In her defense her dog came first. Also, Max's cousin has a dog named Daisy. Daisy the person doesn't know what to think about this news.<br /><br />bark bark bark and mehhhh. (what sound does a goat make anyway?)<br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>That's all.</p>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-85069702196517043082011-10-25T15:36:00.003-06:002011-10-25T16:04:35.446-06:00Ruby had a birthday.....a while ago.What a super bad Mom I am. Ruby had a birthday and I didn't even blog one word about it. Lots of other things happened this summer but nobody knows about those things either.<br /><br />Without further ado. Ruby's 6th birthday extravaganza.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYfqERlGe_n4UjG25HFJXask-n5fdgOtlyamWtsmHsyzr2h_2MZNX_SsNlyWm-a-es_d44c-dTVcHbJX-d7u-u-bD3P8f41J1RJNG4CqpQpzBWgdQ99yGWLhG2zgEVKkHzKyHnkTiJoQ-f/s1600/149.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667547891897832930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYfqERlGe_n4UjG25HFJXask-n5fdgOtlyamWtsmHsyzr2h_2MZNX_SsNlyWm-a-es_d44c-dTVcHbJX-d7u-u-bD3P8f41J1RJNG4CqpQpzBWgdQ99yGWLhG2zgEVKkHzKyHnkTiJoQ-f/s400/149.JPG" /></a> The wish making.....hmmmm now what should I wish for.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmVZs-xvm3KJxiU00XYEMvBT42QQi0CDE2LOlRPkiRhyphenhyphenN_9vloaRJgOkc2WIYvloGrIcDPZOesAAjKhmM6AEIzqV16anbYu9SXUicBhHFhvPGmJArczQQHVTCuFSekChQlCr947TeuJ91/s1600/141.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667547881387497858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmVZs-xvm3KJxiU00XYEMvBT42QQi0CDE2LOlRPkiRhyphenhyphenN_9vloaRJgOkc2WIYvloGrIcDPZOesAAjKhmM6AEIzqV16anbYu9SXUicBhHFhvPGmJArczQQHVTCuFSekChQlCr947TeuJ91/s400/141.JPG" /></a> A PURPLE Mp3 player. Exactly what I wanted....what,,,,,, with songs already on it. (my Mom is so stinkin' smart) Are you serious? </p><br /><br /><p>(I won't mention that 2 days later her Mp3 player was taken from her by her evil Mom who didn't like the attitude that was oozing from her body about cleaning her room.)</p><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEx3WnKlZXMB7gMUtw6tenTWJUiU2NZGLOaczj3nxzyMaBNJXG75206wB41n1wekPLgPmjS5gf7rm1zpSQQf-5gE3WTDiLBYEkuY43hclLDlmIgwMyiPPU4Th5xk9Gi5IACSm9xe36psC/s1600/145.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667547884049152482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEx3WnKlZXMB7gMUtw6tenTWJUiU2NZGLOaczj3nxzyMaBNJXG75206wB41n1wekPLgPmjS5gf7rm1zpSQQf-5gE3WTDiLBYEkuY43hclLDlmIgwMyiPPU4Th5xk9Gi5IACSm9xe36psC/s400/145.JPG" /></a> Good thing we opened presents last. I'm busy jammin' out to my tunes. "I'm too sexy for the party...." "I;m a Barbie girl....."</p><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EwO7-Pn47Pm92SQZlTqw5I0k_Sswduyh7VReedzUs6dIW4W_6mYL8QlkeSDxYsk4TOyVvoK5OPDm_FEqFqRM1PoSUbtMo4du63VWgtt4Aca2OTwJkMDSfHcu9sFfBxsq32KyuTHSWYrh/s1600/138.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667547868381124050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EwO7-Pn47Pm92SQZlTqw5I0k_Sswduyh7VReedzUs6dIW4W_6mYL8QlkeSDxYsk4TOyVvoK5OPDm_FEqFqRM1PoSUbtMo4du63VWgtt4Aca2OTwJkMDSfHcu9sFfBxsq32KyuTHSWYrh/s400/138.JPG" /></a> Ruby told me (in January) that she was going to have a birthday party. So naturally we had one. Ashtynne, Ruby Breanne, Ashlee, Cassidy, and Rylan. We played games and ate cupcakes.</p><br /><br /><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPj830Rdj7QL9j1cMyv1txKDgLGr2SWnKDPaGCyNebepLBtSEIMoFrhXPLi1uMqk567DYvzwUuaONkGBSzizpNApDeAkuuB-b3MM2Y1F-1D4tDaa_DSwpjwxAc7fNwXF9UD-Rnnsw1v_Rn/s1600/150.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667547868235463298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPj830Rdj7QL9j1cMyv1txKDgLGr2SWnKDPaGCyNebepLBtSEIMoFrhXPLi1uMqk567DYvzwUuaONkGBSzizpNApDeAkuuB-b3MM2Y1F-1D4tDaa_DSwpjwxAc7fNwXF9UD-Rnnsw1v_Rn/s400/150.JPG" /></a> And WHOOOOSH. </p><br /><br /><p>6 things I love about RUBY.</p><br /><br /><p>1. Her face when she smiles....like REALLY smiles. It involves her whole entire head. I love it. </p><br /><br /><p>2. Her giggle. It makes her Dad and I giggle too. It's a thing of beauty.</p><br /><br /><p>3. How much she loves her sisters....not just the new one, Maddy too. She is constantly making arty stuff for them. Maddy might be overloaded with 6 year old art and MIGHT have to toss some of them sometimes.</p><br /><br /><p>4. How much she loves her Mom and Dad and how easy it is for her to forgive us our rottenness. (like when we take all her stuff after she sass's and doesn't mind... when it clearly isn't her fault)</p><br /><br /><p>5. How sweet she can be to her friends, even when Maddy and I think she's being left out or taken advantage of by her friends. She doesn't care, as long as they still play with her. She's a forgiver for sure.</p><br /><br /><p>and.... </p><br /><br /><p>6. She's says the funniest things and doesn't even try. </p><br /><br /><p></p>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-88570536897001657312011-09-14T21:17:00.004-06:002011-09-15T10:00:42.984-06:00Maddy is great.....I've always known that Maddy was great, it's just so fun when other people -strangers in the shoe store even- tell you how great she is.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PdAiQI7Wzc55DHVw1e_H0O8oyJo1HO5lq9hc8PnToVc9xVW7dEpahWWeqzMOTN8-HpljWY1bApxUrkMTrfEuNCV91Eb6Dxg_FbqXkCljIektg4tfxaLHFVdeXMDxEEx3WMpJZAumAz6-/s1600/Maddydovehunting2011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652420970796162002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PdAiQI7Wzc55DHVw1e_H0O8oyJo1HO5lq9hc8PnToVc9xVW7dEpahWWeqzMOTN8-HpljWY1bApxUrkMTrfEuNCV91Eb6Dxg_FbqXkCljIektg4tfxaLHFVdeXMDxEEx3WMpJZAumAz6-/s400/Maddydovehunting2011.jpg" /></a> Maddy wore long (like thigh high long) purple striped socks to school last week.....She did have a Levi skirt on with them and she was totally modest....... Well, the janitor (who is super cool in his own right) said to Maddy "Maddy, you are just your own person aren't you?"<br /><br />She is and I love it.<br /><br />As for the stranger in the shoe store. She asked Maddy if she acted? Like in plays, because how she was dressed (super cute) and her cute asymmetrical hair cut/colored hair. She told Maddy that she was the coolest 11 year old she'd ever met.<br /><br />And she is.<br /><br />I absolutely LOVE how she is and how she acts (mostly--everyone has their weaknesses-RUBY)<br /><br />The end.Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-57520977189063681712011-08-19T07:02:00.006-06:002011-08-29T16:20:18.629-06:00To Max, Our 16th!! anniversary......Happy anniversary to my fella. I first fell in love with you (on our first date) because you were so sweet to your baby sister, and am in more love with you today because how you love your own baby girls. You're the super best Dad that 3 beautiful little girls could ever dream of. I love you bigger than the whole sky. Most of the time... more, and sometimes less.
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<br />You're the cutest boy I've ever met. Before I met you, I asked my Mom "how will you know when you meet your husband?" She said "He'll look like Robert Redford", she said other stuff too but that Robert Redford comment is the only thing that stuck. I was terrified. I though "but don't think I like Robert Redford, he's OLD , and I don't want to marry someone who looks like him". Now, I get what she ment. Max, You're way better than Robert Redford.
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<br />Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-81303176120624391572011-08-16T16:17:00.011-06:002011-08-19T07:02:10.825-06:00Nine months in/ nine months out.....It's true, The Daisy Renee is 9 months old. She is doing all sorts of naughty things. Maddy tells her "that's WRONG Daisy" when she does them, cause it is.
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<br />Some of the naughty stuff she does is, She started rolling around EVERYWHERE at 4 months, crawling at 5 months, pulling herself up to standing at 6 months, standing up in the middle of the room with out any help at 8 months and at 9 months has taken many steps, many times. The most we've counted is 8, no 11 no, a lot of steps in a row. She also does all this stuff at high speed. She acts like She's had a few cans of Mountain Dew.....which she hasn't.......just to be clear.
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<br />Her 9 month picture...... I sat her in the middle of the floor so I could take a nice sweet picture of her and by the time I got my camera from my hand to my eye, this is what I saw. Lightening fast and a bit rotten.
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<br />PS You may have noticed that I've lost my funny bone. It is due to financial stress and a messy house and perhaps too many hours in the house with my children. School starts Monday.
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<br />Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-7931916473580308382011-07-18T15:22:00.003-06:002011-07-18T15:25:37.158-06:00Sisterly Love....Max took the girls camping over the weekend. 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I don't remember what sickness she had, but we deemed her un-contagious and off she went.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpzStuf4Jz5-oZcPFpQkYbGWGV2zJe51WxL1caX2jGfb6hJPs_454KH7VoD5lyYGEwynULrJ48DbrnP2bAT_zT5Wf2vCRtw_t9br00CBw8UKZ8022HAiiO32Vr_je5wgsUDPz8MERmV7N/s1600/051.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625513512662093298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpzStuf4Jz5-oZcPFpQkYbGWGV2zJe51WxL1caX2jGfb6hJPs_454KH7VoD5lyYGEwynULrJ48DbrnP2bAT_zT5Wf2vCRtw_t9br00CBw8UKZ8022HAiiO32Vr_je5wgsUDPz8MERmV7N/s400/051.JPG" /></a> Ruby and her super great teacher, Miss Halter. She was a bit strict and not as sweet as the other Kindergarten teacher, but in her defense, the other teacher could be in a Disney movie.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhMRrl7Od1O1N3s9UUeuQlsKDMCOEaurc7L7E-4lXqpUNibyJyNJ7gpYHIqqwJ-XVWQPuHIvazQgTYEnQJUZIuqZxFY6KHFS2XLBQXr5qNMviMtXt9qsAvb812p6HF1aUjO2KFdNIFeIO/s1600/048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625513502878325010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhMRrl7Od1O1N3s9UUeuQlsKDMCOEaurc7L7E-4lXqpUNibyJyNJ7gpYHIqqwJ-XVWQPuHIvazQgTYEnQJUZIuqZxFY6KHFS2XLBQXr5qNMviMtXt9qsAvb812p6HF1aUjO2KFdNIFeIO/s400/048.JPG" /></a> The walking to shake hands and receive her diploma picture. I was miles away and have since learned about shutter speed.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7UDCDCA4f_rssYG1F3zk-f2VNN6Ka_d9_pXoY0k3lmf5kCNqp8l1IlbdOTVmkHoOBsDIczycGVKrY1SDQIvMQ-cZMZveEd93ASoPP8Gr9_VgEfAAhhvLEjvWnYtO33eJhHCWIo_LVB_m/s1600/058.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625513499033795026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7UDCDCA4f_rssYG1F3zk-f2VNN6Ka_d9_pXoY0k3lmf5kCNqp8l1IlbdOTVmkHoOBsDIczycGVKrY1SDQIvMQ-cZMZveEd93ASoPP8Gr9_VgEfAAhhvLEjvWnYtO33eJhHCWIo_LVB_m/s400/058.JPG" /></a> Since Ruby didn't feel ever so well, we stayed home for dinner and celebrated by decorating sugar cookies.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCcRzl6PjSW9DSrHCyQO5rX_hVaTlOEhA4mnm0RLpchgr1poAhI3L0a4cBD2K3Rc18Rbh5bMQSmKK4NFulg1EzNq2QJhIpTXbrQBsR2cj6fKZXvtVH8zpO1T_i35zusa-p8Uk22UVvA84/s1600/042.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625513494753479218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCcRzl6PjSW9DSrHCyQO5rX_hVaTlOEhA4mnm0RLpchgr1poAhI3L0a4cBD2K3Rc18Rbh5bMQSmKK4NFulg1EzNq2QJhIpTXbrQBsR2cj6fKZXvtVH8zpO1T_i35zusa-p8Uk22UVvA84/s400/042.JPG" /></a> (that boy sitting next to her is Preston Carr-- he's in our ward and Ruby wrote in her daily journal about 6 different times saying "I like Preston". "Preston is my friend". "I love Preston" and other things like that. Maddy pointed out that Ruby only said she liked Maddy one time :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Some things about Ruby and Kindergarten:<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>She's naturally funny, but doesn't really like people laughing at her. (who does)<br /><br /><div>She's taller than Maddy was at this age and wears stuff Maddy wore in 1st, 2nd or 3rd grade.</div><br /><div>She was the only one in her class to score a 100% on her end of year testing!!</div><br /><div>She doesn't LOVE reading. </div><br /><div>She LOVES being read to. or too.</div><br /><div>She'd rather do anything than go shopping. Even if we're buying stuff for her. </div><br /><div>She learned to tie her shoe. But hasn't learned to ride her bike. </div><br /><div>She LOVES to pick up and hold Daisy.... Daisy does NOT love to be picked up or held. BUT... Ruby can make Daisy laugh the fastest out of anyone. </div><br /><div>For her birthday, she wants a water party, and She's been planning it for months.</div>She's so sweet, and is always making random crafty stuff for us.</div>She's messy. She's been called the Tasmanian Devil by her mother.</div><br /><div>This year, she stuck a Lego up her nose. </div><br /><div>She's ALWAYS cold unless she's HOT.</div><br /><div>She never (and I mean NEVER) clears her dishes after meals. </div><br /><br /><div>She's a really super kid.</div><br /><br /><div>First Grade doesn't have a chance.<br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-457992356828667532011-06-07T16:40:00.006-06:002011-06-07T17:08:36.630-06:00funk-ity funkI'm smack dab all out in a funk. Not just about blogging, about EVERYTHING. Housework, cooking dinner-lunch-breakfast, laundry, phone calls, housework, being nice, money, bills. And also, housework.<br /><br /><br />My crabbiness might be caused by my extreme lack of sleep. Not by my baby, but by my own self. I've been dreaming terrible horrible no good very bad dreams which make me wake up and nearly hyperventalate from fright. I won't bore you with the details, since I have inherritated my Mom's aversion to listening to other peoples dreams, but I will tell you that one of my dreams involved me running my car off the side of a bridge. And for the rest of the night - and all the next day I tried to figure out how I would save myself and what I would do if Daisy were in the car and why would I have left my purse in the back seat and do cell phones work under water.........<br /><br /><br />Today the girls and I were watching Yard Crashers (they never do what I would want them to do) when a Fathers Day comercial came on. It showed a Dad getting a sliver out of his little girl's foot and he said "this is why we wear shoes" I looked at Ru and said "YEAH Ruby, except for it's the Mom who gets all the slivers out" and she says, without missing a sassy beat "yeah, except for when you're SLEEPING". That KID.<br /><br /><br />Also, Daisy started to crawl--- at 5! months. Then after that, she learned to sit up.<br />Then she got 2 teeth, after that, she started pulling herself up to standing! And if that wasn't enough I found another tooth yesterday. It's been rough around these parts.<br /><br /><br /><br />Maddy just wants to be a grown up, and thinks we need to go to (the clothing store) Forever 21. I tried to tell her that store was for older ladies who would like to be younger, not for eleven year olds who want to be older. Also, she is a reader pants. She reads stuff that I never would cause I wouldn't be able to follow the story.....don't tell her that. She thinks I can, and KNOW everything.<br /><br /><br /><br />The end ...for now. I might blog about "6 months of Daisy" before she turns 7 months (but thats in 4 days) so maybe not.<br /><br />Blogger won't spell check so I hope you've all had a good laugh. <br /><br />Peace outHillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-75192721915488118572011-05-07T09:39:00.005-06:002011-05-07T10:29:45.611-06:00wats goin' on round these parts....My all time favorite (of the moment) picture of my little Daisy. Taken by Maddy. It's printed and framed on my wall. It's a shocker -- I know. I actually have pictures of all 3 of my children on my wall.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8441GyfC8Ho24lRACS6nweyqLk1BQThXJDimFvvpg0TFir9VRRA9H0vaTIyLW6W8VbkGAi0fs5wOfhyG8rAH7LUZdjZm-3mjuO_foyg3jpHkB4WAxrH3xBGHG2aT5UZ7nmrqUsLjEIDCU/s1600/097.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604008025602407378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8441GyfC8Ho24lRACS6nweyqLk1BQThXJDimFvvpg0TFir9VRRA9H0vaTIyLW6W8VbkGAi0fs5wOfhyG8rAH7LUZdjZm-3mjuO_foyg3jpHkB4WAxrH3xBGHG2aT5UZ7nmrqUsLjEIDCU/s400/097.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>This kid is growing by leaps and bounds. This is what she looks like most of the time..... it really chaps my hide. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604001882501019810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOdItr6PtIKCiP7LW-7mylIbCbmRWn4-Y1a9ZPj8WirtMeuwc1jQXAoApEQUKyeNkMoBv3SEhRIX5zcA17QIce13YX83arlq1RgJwT5FlNMjAU-acB48xazyzoTl1YcMfuS10GVIz5e-cv/s400/079.JPG" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Yes, my friends she is trying her darndest to CRAWL. If you notice the date on the picture it's her 5 month birthday. I usually just take a face picture on her monthly birthday, but this month I took some of her doing this. Also, she started out on the blanket. We've since upgraded to a larger one. She also, enjoys moving just off any blanket and spitting up on the carpet. It's her favorite thing.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>As you can see, I've been making baby food for Daisy. Probably you don't want to stick a wooden spoon in the blender while it's blending. Probably not......curses.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604003266369990754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn_kR2nAbJ-mzBrL7QpST3I-tY_nBCyvKkiqH6Q3SFi24H9GYSgx5FAyf4EckjUn1bkUzOKgKKGVuQevhDwcFecrDWYmOADcyTi6jMzkp39877o_IpjfDZsIxkK3bugTlw9BsnQnBRvBb8/s400/089.JPG" />Peas and carrots, carrots and peas covering a 5 foot square area (underside of cabinets and microwave included)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPZ8EtKK_2ihyphenhyphenJrp50A-L6TB46dovO3MizDVZ32X9RApchgJVTjOtxKcynISr1Q8SgqZwzUg4SZCe68sPXjitW4BcnSuO2b2sQn5HAYtvyQCG_LuxlEzhkyLjF4XjZPsDb7BdOX9Y3Hw1/s1600/071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604001872990729410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPZ8EtKK_2ihyphenhyphenJrp50A-L6TB46dovO3MizDVZ32X9RApchgJVTjOtxKcynISr1Q8SgqZwzUg4SZCe68sPXjitW4BcnSuO2b2sQn5HAYtvyQCG_LuxlEzhkyLjF4XjZPsDb7BdOX9Y3Hw1/s400/071.JPG" /></a> Also, baby D enjoys eating her toes. She is SITTING upright in her highchair. Every morning while Max is changing her diaper (YIPPEE), he asks D if he can borrow her leg since her toes are always in her mouth. It pained me to do it, but I took her toe nail polish off. It didn't seem like a good thing for her to be eating.</div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8OAhbNITe8zaGoNXaeNVhe_o325bKAZVP0yMBH3DlVJutUFuHJvQ4Mep-LdBd8uXM1eK3SM-dlmcs-hX5PHWdnySAd6Ous8UJuBfqEVCtytgjbootuqVQ2LsIh89EVHSA85fy48daiWh/s1600/101.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604001869199748786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8OAhbNITe8zaGoNXaeNVhe_o325bKAZVP0yMBH3DlVJutUFuHJvQ4Mep-LdBd8uXM1eK3SM-dlmcs-hX5PHWdnySAd6Ous8UJuBfqEVCtytgjbootuqVQ2LsIh89EVHSA85fy48daiWh/s400/101.JPG" /></a> These clowns are preparing for the end of the school year. Maddy is knee deep in end of year testing and Ruby is starting to bring all her cute artwork home. Ru planted a sunflower for a Mother's Day surprise but it got bent at school and broke clean off. She was very "pitiful Pearl" about it until she remembered she had a card for me.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cjdCseHCQqXqdT7b6yVErYbQnu_wKtD4T-ZzCBDmWH77CU74u_JnxS1bcNVM6gbuA_X078a7RrXI2D95S8nQctib0pVvZpREvU5O6KLLariEdyhZXemxzUxgnE_0pUD-k-Z7b3PEvvJb/s1600/105.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604001865642909906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cjdCseHCQqXqdT7b6yVErYbQnu_wKtD4T-ZzCBDmWH77CU74u_JnxS1bcNVM6gbuA_X078a7RrXI2D95S8nQctib0pVvZpREvU5O6KLLariEdyhZXemxzUxgnE_0pUD-k-Z7b3PEvvJb/s400/105.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div>And last, but not least, this little bundle belongs to my cutest friend, Shaunell. Calais (I don't recall her middle name) was born April 12th. She's perfect and and I was the first one (besides her parents and the nurses) to hold her. Sometimes, it payes to go to the hospital. I'm probably her favorite. I was so happy for Shaunell that I cried as soon as I hugged her....Which made her cry. Even better, her hubby got it all on film. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>That's what's been going on. Well that and a bunch of stupid no Internet ruckus. I'm over it. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The end. </div>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-17886094968234159122011-05-04T09:23:00.009-06:002011-05-07T09:37:30.403-06:00At least I didn't cry....Last Tuesday was my 37<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> birthday. On that day, Ruby said, "I hope you don't cry all day, like you did last year."<br /><br />She is NOT my favorite child.<br /><br />The end.<br /><br /><br /><p>PS Last year, on my birthday, I was 8 weeks pregnant. This year I have the most darling, sweetest BABY on the planet. (the Ruby is slipping in the ratings)</p><br />The end....again<br /><br /><br />PS....again, I didn't get birthday shelves like the past 2 birthday years, I got a storm door so I can <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">shed</span> some light to our dungeon of an entry.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p>The end for reals.<br /></p>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-56235506269891676622011-04-08T09:56:00.010-06:002011-04-08T10:36:14.571-06:00Maddy's around here somewhere....We haven't forgotten about her, she's just not as care free as the 4th grade Maddy. This 5th grade business is kicking her trash. Her teacher (whom we adore) thinks that pestering his students about assignments is bad, he thinks they should turn them in on time without any reminding..... This gives Mads quite a bit of anxiety since she doesn't want to miss or turn in anything late EVER. She also tries to do all her assignments in class. She told me a few weeks ago that she hates Friday's because that's the day everything is due and "what if I miss something". Mads is a gem of a kid. Also, that same teacher (whom we still adore) gave her full credit on some assignments she hadn't finished from when she was sick all those days back in Jan/Feb. He was filling out report card for SEP's and he told her he knew she would get them finished, and he wasn't worried. I was a little worried. <br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yyUf9EOkz957tPT5b0ZY9eJgTohF61U5VrrlIZmnF-VT-bPCzfp80cAvM0IhRRgq6DJ6t_N4MKGo_wUKzq_luKtibWUcK4JXTDm2XAAfocUwTwmsw9vDEuCvUo7ybRPCZxVYLckOVX6a/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593244544878780114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yyUf9EOkz957tPT5b0ZY9eJgTohF61U5VrrlIZmnF-VT-bPCzfp80cAvM0IhRRgq6DJ6t_N4MKGo_wUKzq_luKtibWUcK4JXTDm2XAAfocUwTwmsw9vDEuCvUo7ybRPCZxVYLckOVX6a/s400/033.JPG" /></a> Max's mom (whom <strong>I </strong>adore) had a birthday dinner for Mads. She made her chocolate cakes with a cheese cake filling. NOT TERRIBLE AT ALL. Her presents were BOOKS, her favorite. </p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmh1ofs6U-RmpNrm_SZtvLBXTBVwwOVTI35TuLD4jpeC7iZEAVfuoREnjmAVl5QIsXNWnEVpaZza-mN5A_g5n-Xe62RS29croGnFbCQ7L9M08vkZESDmOxuuGIP1iihOgm-T2OBQAA9aMb/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593244541174103922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmh1ofs6U-RmpNrm_SZtvLBXTBVwwOVTI35TuLD4jpeC7iZEAVfuoREnjmAVl5QIsXNWnEVpaZza-mN5A_g5n-Xe62RS29croGnFbCQ7L9M08vkZESDmOxuuGIP1iihOgm-T2OBQAA9aMb/s400/018.JPG" /></a> Mads and Baby DAISY.</p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinj7B5AzG0yM4ifw-C7oxoFggDO-ljvHfXS96k4kQdVPAHBraiJy2XKIfTPuAgvlwUGM8kLN-m9G_Qb_itVisGatwZu_FQeM_kgS4V7prP_Hrlqct0sq9zxbMIBhRpgjVzSoArB_1btZTV/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593244538315562978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinj7B5AzG0yM4ifw-C7oxoFggDO-ljvHfXS96k4kQdVPAHBraiJy2XKIfTPuAgvlwUGM8kLN-m9G_Qb_itVisGatwZu_FQeM_kgS4V7prP_Hrlqct0sq9zxbMIBhRpgjVzSoArB_1btZTV/s400/020.JPG" /></a> Max and Maddy went to a Daddy Daughter Date for Activity Days (HOORAY since I am released and didn't have to help). They made this "hot air" balloon contraption. They also made paper airplanes and had a contest to see which one flew the farthest and best...... theirs didn't win. . . . . too bad. </p>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-62177243257655519712011-03-28T12:56:00.006-06:002011-03-28T13:07:07.217-06:00I'm SO BUGGED!Last week: <br /><br />I get a phone bill $37.47 <br />I pay the phone bill $37.47 <br />They send me a letter saying I over paid by $37.47 <br />They send me a reinburshment check for... yup $37.47 <br />I "whu hoo" all the way to the bank to cash it. <br /><br />This week:<br /> <br />I get a phone bill ......... for $37.47 PLUS $37.47 PLUS a dang late fee! <br /><br />WHY! <br /><br />The smoke coming out of my ears is a sure sign that I am ticked! <br /><br />don't cross me today. <br /><br />the end <br /><br />ps I don't know how to spell "reinburshment" and neither does the compter. <br /><br />The end ............. againHillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-37629535114886572172011-03-19T09:46:00.003-06:002011-03-19T10:12:27.712-06:00Max's Birthday.....My husband turned another year older yesterday. He's 36 like me. Whu hoo.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GR48x0DnNi759xEbOMXgpnbZx2yn_8Rvm_zpCJdNpbmT5GDpUl62Iohma7YP7Yz7aWrfGFJ_yDvVoWKJpr7KohvKBFYZ7ynJSNn11rQrs8c9D7tpaiMT9UGqEJOfV-HVPIk-1EcrKulM/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585819062501109698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GR48x0DnNi759xEbOMXgpnbZx2yn_8Rvm_zpCJdNpbmT5GDpUl62Iohma7YP7Yz7aWrfGFJ_yDvVoWKJpr7KohvKBFYZ7ynJSNn11rQrs8c9D7tpaiMT9UGqEJOfV-HVPIk-1EcrKulM/s400/003.JPG" /></a> Max is an excellent Dad and loves all 3 (4 if you count me) of his girls best of all. Plus, he's pretty handsome. I love most everything about him, even the stuff that make me not get my way. He is a super provider, and an extremely hard worker. On the weekends and when work is slow, I'm happy he's home. He's kind, fair and not judgemental. He is even nice when he asked for a clean house for his Birthday. My reply was not as nice.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmCMvfq6UtquY0xFOIPQIGnho2p2sLvw48pbeoAEToPPtv6CgEDRd3BnAgpkBEV53hmOJCIZDBCpS3uOAVNAG3fbikeZ-4dJBouNiVgX2vJnBItAlI01j8Ce-7sAy9FHK0mtNTmgtEUlko/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585819054506388530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmCMvfq6UtquY0xFOIPQIGnho2p2sLvw48pbeoAEToPPtv6CgEDRd3BnAgpkBEV53hmOJCIZDBCpS3uOAVNAG3fbikeZ-4dJBouNiVgX2vJnBItAlI01j8Ce-7sAy9FHK0mtNTmgtEUlko/s400/011.JPG" /></a> The famous candle blowing picture. With the traditional German Chocolate cake, cake. HOMEMADE EVERYTHING--I'm just sayin'. We only had 3 and 6 candles instead of 36 total -- cause I'm nice.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_ouy4ZaIskcMTpAta-BPu0_vT1khIqRGUs5LdwGUSpycHWpB9Bld1o_E5AW4VwrgwYs_41YRoYi_qwVIOcYjYOTo6YeicCOYfWs3Yc51zyECP6wjgtNDr1rxMTRhKXRKYdf-Hr0ICLS_/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585819043076636866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_ouy4ZaIskcMTpAta-BPu0_vT1khIqRGUs5LdwGUSpycHWpB9Bld1o_E5AW4VwrgwYs_41YRoYi_qwVIOcYjYOTo6YeicCOYfWs3Yc51zyECP6wjgtNDr1rxMTRhKXRKYdf-Hr0ICLS_/s400/005.JPG" /></a> How my people really look. Why is Maddy still cute?</div><div> </div><div>Happy Birthday, big fella, I love you most of all. </div><div> </div><div>The end.<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-67299270937759668352011-03-19T09:12:00.005-06:002011-03-19T09:45:14.674-06:00Some Ruby business....Do not adjust your glasses, it's true, you are seeing Ruby's Drinking Chart. Let me 'splain. She got super sick, (in the sickness that was called January and February 2011) and she wasn't drinking ANYTHING. We made her a drinking chart so there wasn't any dehydration or hospital visits. She got a sticker for every cup of liquid...water, kool-aid, Gatorade, juice, Mt Dew.....whatever I could get down her throat. That's all....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUvwl6VSlG91feFeIOcsW3R4bJpp2ihWDcKkl1NuQtGH-wbhk0jrI0Dp-n5myyRYPtUseGHJBGrgV_tIpC6vOo2GHKyPeKmx27lcGiIlnFksIXBpk5UFvFk1VqWXAEOZRaYrXw4_zdtHKA/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585811900126793426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUvwl6VSlG91feFeIOcsW3R4bJpp2ihWDcKkl1NuQtGH-wbhk0jrI0Dp-n5myyRYPtUseGHJBGrgV_tIpC6vOo2GHKyPeKmx27lcGiIlnFksIXBpk5UFvFk1VqWXAEOZRaYrXw4_zdtHKA/s400/001.JPG" /></a> Then, she got a hole in her mouth. Her first tooth fell out, with a little help from her Mom, who couldn't stand the snaggle tooth any longer.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZt3yKE0EmxIqXgshpnAqekgQr3eL_OVbgYYRcr_KPNzrva3r8HUhxTMo1NWYJRouXvfLXzIyPskKQ_SGCPtxx-HGnsJQ-nj6jwN5_RwDyrmWDn8GRKaySAhVdmw24PrZEVAwv9oMhTe0x/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585811894066992978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZt3yKE0EmxIqXgshpnAqekgQr3eL_OVbgYYRcr_KPNzrva3r8HUhxTMo1NWYJRouXvfLXzIyPskKQ_SGCPtxx-HGnsJQ-nj6jwN5_RwDyrmWDn8GRKaySAhVdmw24PrZEVAwv9oMhTe0x/s400/008.JPG" /></a> We're both so happy.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljkEcokfJz-yJHOrSs5WZ5E2nhk42UnHyieC1Y-C5SFVjVw7wtJKZNHXsj5qDRsDt7h9fZyAKrhamMj2COTW0orG6_Krtd0-_BOQh2LqHBuP4oK9noaDd4T6KF7h-2kceQ5xa6FqDOp-r/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585811889359958866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljkEcokfJz-yJHOrSs5WZ5E2nhk42UnHyieC1Y-C5SFVjVw7wtJKZNHXsj5qDRsDt7h9fZyAKrhamMj2COTW0orG6_Krtd0-_BOQh2LqHBuP4oK9noaDd4T6KF7h-2kceQ5xa6FqDOp-r/s400/011.JPG" /></a> The Tooth Fairy didn't get to come for a few nights because Ru wanted to "look at her tooth still". <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAP7VIAhyphenhypheniA8usVu3SeGLdScXEIDhRqd6jY2PRsNo8iQaZHSHrwjeNCZLdaw_bGiXA8xF6ecyTOYneSZolnUt1XnF5FcehJBs7CEvEBqLcn5uABVkwdCuvd6W3XzaDqgOjkAlukS6yxedU/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585811879489952642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAP7VIAhyphenhypheniA8usVu3SeGLdScXEIDhRqd6jY2PRsNo8iQaZHSHrwjeNCZLdaw_bGiXA8xF6ecyTOYneSZolnUt1XnF5FcehJBs7CEvEBqLcn5uABVkwdCuvd6W3XzaDqgOjkAlukS6yxedU/s400/015.JPG" /></a> This is what Ruby's hair looked like on crazy hair/clothes day. (Dr Seuss' birthday week) Maddy's boy teacher didn't let them dress up cause they had a test that day and he thought it would be too distracting. Maddy's favorite day of the year is crazy hair/clothes day. At least she got to help with Ruby's outfit, which was equally as wack-a-doo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAWBKvZ8WHcbIhslzcYKfcG8eQARsKzFfQ6bdeoK1UnILsM_qTtdCtf7GBq56OwySLqF1nzmbOm5JjtwTLbcHTgm-8jEK_-hKQ_tdODNfRzrsFlMFWrOVYi3iR-K1rJXpJlWdMTx6RAMt/s1600/062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585811874038755714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAWBKvZ8WHcbIhslzcYKfcG8eQARsKzFfQ6bdeoK1UnILsM_qTtdCtf7GBq56OwySLqF1nzmbOm5JjtwTLbcHTgm-8jEK_-hKQ_tdODNfRzrsFlMFWrOVYi3iR-K1rJXpJlWdMTx6RAMt/s400/062.JPG" /></a> This is what her head looked like after a wild night of sleeping. Pretty cute. Some people pay good money to get that from a salon. </div><div></div><div><br />That girl's a natural beauty, even with crazy hair. </div><div></div><div><br />THe end.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-56756830619050836712011-03-14T21:05:00.004-06:002011-03-14T21:38:21.922-06:00Daisy deserves better....Daisy rolled over for the very first time, on her four month birthday, and no one saw it. Maddy and Ruby were sitting no more than 2 feet away from her, Max and I were in the kitchen in direct view and NOBODY saw her amazing accomplishment.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDsKgjaraow06RMXapjiOHfjCfoDQEkOttUS7obwnhB3yZrhDzdsMa7LgEfkYUFiNyE6bcNqjymoQUJr5kiLfkCqVH_hA0_viGA6_QgJ2kMgT17RA4qi4Zgj4NQGNTwrHkdz96Ao-Qjq0Y/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584140135323400738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDsKgjaraow06RMXapjiOHfjCfoDQEkOttUS7obwnhB3yZrhDzdsMa7LgEfkYUFiNyE6bcNqjymoQUJr5kiLfkCqVH_hA0_viGA6_QgJ2kMgT17RA4qi4Zgj4NQGNTwrHkdz96Ao-Qjq0Y/s400/033.JPG" /></a> I looked over and saw her on her tummy, asked if anyone put her that way, then said that we were a terrible family.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAP1Yh4aikQ3ZNea7rWfOuudg4R1HvzD5oeNktflLBo8o0FZveSGWSVxnSBviHC5tfw4YdgpfsaOF9ETjk5g9SlNtAGui8jwpBuKDarH896bwYXUHt6A1XajRCAXGMAsmj9EK_G423h3MH/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584140119743476450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAP1Yh4aikQ3ZNea7rWfOuudg4R1HvzD5oeNktflLBo8o0FZveSGWSVxnSBviHC5tfw4YdgpfsaOF9ETjk5g9SlNtAGui8jwpBuKDarH896bwYXUHt6A1XajRCAXGMAsmj9EK_G423h3MH/s400/032.JPG" /></a><br />THEN! To make matters worse, she did it a second time... and nobody saw it.....again...<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lWeHNi-gFnQyhiiesDSOQtHFYvQ0eP4PA8jcX7XiIbaKz732Wv0V8nwpaKXC1LrNABScLq6HfCyy3DuI5tEFj34duz8OAqVJGfsN5cTIbaGK9-tMWA2QD-hqzA-Yb4jIcwENUkTnmF9L/s1600/029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584140110703298770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lWeHNi-gFnQyhiiesDSOQtHFYvQ0eP4PA8jcX7XiIbaKz732Wv0V8nwpaKXC1LrNABScLq6HfCyy3DuI5tEFj34duz8OAqVJGfsN5cTIbaGK9-tMWA2QD-hqzA-Yb4jIcwENUkTnmF9L/s400/029.JPG" /></a> She was quite pitiful about it.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_foTzScHujGo1Xi6YkIWZu-cnKjYpkpSSl9xItxLh_Oq6UO-P0tNwe22igz-vgtb7PPLiWp0ag8EjhmpLd4FRtTEy5Z54-2TeDgOSNp_4dGFo9qvGRhQrKUzxuGeTbNhzjWwKe5yORIa/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584140108595561362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_foTzScHujGo1Xi6YkIWZu-cnKjYpkpSSl9xItxLh_Oq6UO-P0tNwe22igz-vgtb7PPLiWp0ag8EjhmpLd4FRtTEy5Z54-2TeDgOSNp_4dGFo9qvGRhQrKUzxuGeTbNhzjWwKe5yORIa/s400/037.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Later that night I saw her starting to roll over, so I told everyone "Don't look at D, we wouldn't want to see her roll over or anything."<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>We HAVE seen her roll over, but she thinks the thrill is gone. We better watch out she might sell us to the Gypsies.<br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8mo0weinTOqfCJjqwSNSMAHvEwK8ua3CWg6lFKvwWWG56xNz9naxfNz3A0o0R0EakPLhfPGXvxLLIvgjz3oWU89UVWMamtxa92YdF-nngmDq5yZNRQcJCozxBymp3YXsHY5huPHNJCvO/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584140101453053762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8mo0weinTOqfCJjqwSNSMAHvEwK8ua3CWg6lFKvwWWG56xNz9naxfNz3A0o0R0EakPLhfPGXvxLLIvgjz3oWU89UVWMamtxa92YdF-nngmDq5yZNRQcJCozxBymp3YXsHY5huPHNJCvO/s400/035.JPG" /></a>For now, we just make her tired.<br /><br />And yes, those are heart shaped "PEACE DUDE" sign's she's wearing.<br /><br />all we need is love...<br /><br />The eND.<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-64210633739927766662011-02-26T16:03:00.009-07:002011-02-26T17:18:00.178-07:00Daisy stuff....<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578140578241723202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMO4AU8JZcod0Ao9ex_GDqqWhIwhtMcbpEZ6fPQAHy_ulQNO6CHyqFnM2gXFsSujKbxpvDObxHWGQFaV8u8GpYPtiQ8Y3KoV053S2ttybO2iq04d-PuaKuDN0VDi9F3AjhKI6jtbZki3-h/s400/037.JPG" /><br />Daisy is 3 months old and weighs 12 lbs 12 oz. Remember, She was our little runt baby at 9 lbs 9 oz at birth, then, cause she's one of our babies she lost a whole pound 3 days later. Jaundice-y fun.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578140576885743442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9G5IkHBBtcFFhyphenhyphen3xubhiVs_wtgbaIx5l2D5bO5PQUU_088ABAQL1IC07onehrPCITFIoNGUmH7uS_ISlO4u1gXqE-6AkH1OrUBH49uMGHsYGayppKJYQCGihjiBi97VoikWs29xGpKxB7/s400/050.JPG" /><br />Enjoying a "Bumbo seat"<br /><br /><br /><div><div>When I use to feed D in the middle of the night, (now she's pretty good and usually sleeps until 5:30am or later) we had many speaks. One time she was getting on my very tired nerve. I told her that she wasn't very patient and perhaps she should work on that. A few middle of the nights later she was eating like a champ and Max rolled over and said "D's been working on her patience, hasn't she?"<br /><br /></div><div></div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578147703971633138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkWjnm5dVzuQCIKlHlv6y8U2b1n-L7Tp7rY1J6q-0U00aeiYHATRw0YuYJfJQv3x_VRAj3HM0Y0Z-Z8kSq6T9CWJoZLxG4O3Mz7KEGhFJl7ijMrgh6FMRm4b2Ghbvl_3l4ZdnGBVfwaCi/s400/051.JPG" />Baby camo.<br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7jZ_PAHu3rOut4Zzj243r6MOXokT165YwtYByWp6QIxeiay8ek1bz1546IlbhHvICQB_3OVZMhYl37NuMYIFIpINmMZul-bXefwn-vASkcB4iixoMdSTz5mhOxsMevTu4_oEcDCBz8Rb/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578140571719753698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7jZ_PAHu3rOut4Zzj243r6MOXokT165YwtYByWp6QIxeiay8ek1bz1546IlbhHvICQB_3OVZMhYl37NuMYIFIpINmMZul-bXefwn-vASkcB4iixoMdSTz5mhOxsMevTu4_oEcDCBz8Rb/s400/016.JPG" /></a> Her cute little blessing shoe-ed feet. And my Dad's feet too ^<br /></div><br /><div>Almost every middle of the night feeding I had to say "IT'S NEVER THERE" cause Daisy would try to eat my arm or elbow pit. You haven't lived until your baby has licked your arm. Gooood times.<br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmLYXqKWnV6k6waNn3JoVBb1qpioXojpnU60NhnMqN9g57GL4ZLrUwrxJAtEkgP-HzAJyKLvLdOX1TI4DOLBD9IaJbeC3TObBBQNA8aGN6TVTrO0qY4l_bfrXVGpjsM9LYG2DUMI9Y9zlm/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578140564101081986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmLYXqKWnV6k6waNn3JoVBb1qpioXojpnU60NhnMqN9g57GL4ZLrUwrxJAtEkgP-HzAJyKLvLdOX1TI4DOLBD9IaJbeC3TObBBQNA8aGN6TVTrO0qY4l_bfrXVGpjsM9LYG2DUMI9Y9zlm/s400/065.JPG" /></a> Dad and the tent cot.</div><div></div><div></div><div>We've had a rough go of it this week, with germs and sickies running rampid. All the girls (even me) have been sick - but mostly Ru and Daisy. Ruby got it the worst and was out of school ALL week. She's still sick! Max set his tent cot up for Maddy to sleep in so Ruby wouldn't keep her up with all the coughing at night. Max got in it to take a nap this afternoon and got so excited about it that he couldn't sleep. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Daisy isn't the most charming of eaters. (she really needs to keep working on her patience) I always feed her on one side -burp - feed her on the other side and burp. Almost every time I start the burping part she freaks out. I finally had to tell her that burping was part of the program. I said "we eat ..burp ..eat ..and burp again. And that this was the burping part of the program. She understood -- but only sometimes.<br /></div></div><div></div><div>Speaking of burbing, sometimes Daisy can burp so loud that I think her lips actually vibrate like Homer's drunken friend on the Simpson's. </div><div></div><div>Taa dah! <div><br /></div><div></div></div>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-45816632107214653432011-02-26T15:39:00.004-07:002011-02-26T17:20:23.231-07:00The Daisy blessing....We did it. We FINALLY got our little D blessed. Not that we took ANY <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pictures</span> of our little family-- but we got her blessed. FINALLY. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">HOO</span>-ray.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTDAuY-32YSvFG7NHIgTTWTGHu1HUNBUOt7IE5kiG2uhlX4xPwgU631m8x0nKTFCHVo3v50m-XmoJRiqPRrEdk97crkvenQKUYnc3SMXb-c_dJjR6yQPS-z5fNArpeRGXSo3NvUC9_7iR/s1600/069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578134332032556418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTDAuY-32YSvFG7NHIgTTWTGHu1HUNBUOt7IE5kiG2uhlX4xPwgU631m8x0nKTFCHVo3v50m-XmoJRiqPRrEdk97crkvenQKUYnc3SMXb-c_dJjR6yQPS-z5fNArpeRGXSo3NvUC9_7iR/s400/069.JPG" /></a> My cute Dad and Daisy. He gave her a great blessing. I wrote it down but I think the paper is still in Max's shirt pocket. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Woopsie</span>.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQahtiqDk161S00TSBjsj3eJbtigfbjahKJSlLAze4cAlJ5x0YAN018mIaBSdav9_LYY-W0qu3Mcgr8VRIS3AsuomLc5eH5EJBlMJt3ZPDTwUqDgRvXoKFCSXTS4Zzex2Wr681SZEgfvX/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578134324268073810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQahtiqDk161S00TSBjsj3eJbtigfbjahKJSlLAze4cAlJ5x0YAN018mIaBSdav9_LYY-W0qu3Mcgr8VRIS3AsuomLc5eH5EJBlMJt3ZPDTwUqDgRvXoKFCSXTS4Zzex2Wr681SZEgfvX/s400/010.JPG" /></a> My darling Mom and Daisy. Daisy had about had it for the day and was about 5 minutes from a total meltdown. Thanks -baby- for being so good for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">SOOOO</span> long.<br /></div><div></div><div>We had her blessing at our church house, but only after all the wards had gone for the day. I tell you, that is the way to do it. I didn't even have to clean one thing at my house. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ufNRivHFh5CJ_RS49N13JbaqFiTlqhNfO_ufMH51gy9d1LdHin4YwxxkmDo35b9ZoXtsuubqgiVGqV7zTJEkqa-o_Vs9vte-uQZ066wYdNMJfY2myrCs1hWeEDQIN9cMVP6mVc3dht42/s1600/071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578134321500498546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ufNRivHFh5CJ_RS49N13JbaqFiTlqhNfO_ufMH51gy9d1LdHin4YwxxkmDo35b9ZoXtsuubqgiVGqV7zTJEkqa-o_Vs9vte-uQZ066wYdNMJfY2myrCs1hWeEDQIN9cMVP6mVc3dht42/s400/071.JPG" /></a> My cute Dad again.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW9Lh1GEzSh6qCgddJVyFrGGVX_ZjQ6K7DbXABPTR849Jf3JKJo1ryAYl7kGqce2L0K4FvYwNLdtbJTprMMjSyDkM2w3NFHOF2x2WVdsKNcg1Zje3IzqSwV58OjHkO3MIysDmsA4HrBvFf/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578134316183377714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW9Lh1GEzSh6qCgddJVyFrGGVX_ZjQ6K7DbXABPTR849Jf3JKJo1ryAYl7kGqce2L0K4FvYwNLdtbJTprMMjSyDkM2w3NFHOF2x2WVdsKNcg1Zje3IzqSwV58OjHkO3MIysDmsA4HrBvFf/s400/014.JPG" /></a> And my cutest friend <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shaunell</span> and me. Everyone, even me, thinks we look like sisters. I'd take her in a heartbeat, she's one of those friends who you never EVER see (even thought you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pinkie</span> swear you will) and when you finally do get together it seems like you never left each other.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-rApqP86O9Fbj3CUrzXrCY30Jn0hlMgPH0BNkrnI47wrM5d44UfB6r9akvG_Morjrsb86X6vSTU7lXndcowg09LaPL7HVSiDz7WeLxUxvgB8rlpfP0hyphenhyphenOeKE88-AB7TGpPW5yzb6Bz8O7/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578134311458114770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-rApqP86O9Fbj3CUrzXrCY30Jn0hlMgPH0BNkrnI47wrM5d44UfB6r9akvG_Morjrsb86X6vSTU7lXndcowg09LaPL7HVSiDz7WeLxUxvgB8rlpfP0hyphenhyphenOeKE88-AB7TGpPW5yzb6Bz8O7/s400/015.JPG" /></a> The other picture I took. I couldn't decide which picture was cutest so I posted them both.<br /><br />Blessing done, over and out.</div><div></div><div>The end.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-34841096287333762492011-02-11T16:01:00.004-07:002011-02-11T17:45:41.161-07:00Maddy, the eleven year old....My first born turned 11 on Tuesday February 8th, 2011 I KNOW! I don't think I'm old enough to have an 11 year old either! Anyhow, She was born at exactly 11 am after a grueling hour 45 of pushing. I though it was HARD work (little did I know, her labor and recovery would be cake compared to my other two).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBiZzfSlSVT4tRYmL4BQbZieVkj6RCOIM3-_fjNQQwRQyUBukGX9lzkiiXiwzWLg4e2ZCGUOnwDiSB6Oln43MOmXgEdTDB_PfVpHyVBgpeRRu9stFoi38HgGrDzPELoBfG4TWBi4ui6rzL/s1600/068.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572573872824414930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBiZzfSlSVT4tRYmL4BQbZieVkj6RCOIM3-_fjNQQwRQyUBukGX9lzkiiXiwzWLg4e2ZCGUOnwDiSB6Oln43MOmXgEdTDB_PfVpHyVBgpeRRu9stFoi38HgGrDzPELoBfG4TWBi4ui6rzL/s400/068.JPG" /></a> She was home sick on her actual birthday (bummer) so we were able to get an exact birthday minute photo. I'll discuss the puff ball coming out of her head at a later date.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbyhdjJcg8rhTf2vfrG9CnsNaYo4pMcXwFvp_v_NV41djkIwrYPtaJF8lI6RoqhTENdxzAD3r9XhOn2UI1XTkmhJrUAA_06gDHupWtvPdMdtK00sw2z3S19NPrIvI4jPlyOR9dc4gOot0/s1600/063.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572573866867900418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbyhdjJcg8rhTf2vfrG9CnsNaYo4pMcXwFvp_v_NV41djkIwrYPtaJF8lI6RoqhTENdxzAD3r9XhOn2UI1XTkmhJrUAA_06gDHupWtvPdMdtK00sw2z3S19NPrIvI4jPlyOR9dc4gOot0/s400/063.JPG" /></a> Wendy's sour cream and chive (with extra "<em>Daisy" </em>sour cream) baked potato for breakfast. Her favorite.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeKzjPHhAFQFrYBIQfQOP5vyG2h3rWACCuEN_Tc0ycuIy4O3sFyzroXuuztSAHlzCwbNsu_cRGHcEQ5IS8Lr-gJ2KcctE5z6l6IHJ1jUL4xHd68B5EIBjY82dzwsMyQrBQ-OgPIsMuszGn/s1600/082.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572573861850878562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeKzjPHhAFQFrYBIQfQOP5vyG2h3rWACCuEN_Tc0ycuIy4O3sFyzroXuuztSAHlzCwbNsu_cRGHcEQ5IS8Lr-gJ2KcctE5z6l6IHJ1jUL4xHd68B5EIBjY82dzwsMyQrBQ-OgPIsMuszGn/s400/082.JPG" /></a> A PEACE DUDE cake....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXc5UQsB-wIw_azqd3iz8oYShgwI-IjjaRWqUgo-2eMQx-0rdmdR7NYhNC4dAo9dFtf6RxGRwSHry_5wT8CjD00NyJ56IV2m68Q1cyKJ6eO7pLHHCI40QshtIN7F460imWnCK5nigcGx0U/s1600/087.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572573862704787874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXc5UQsB-wIw_azqd3iz8oYShgwI-IjjaRWqUgo-2eMQx-0rdmdR7NYhNC4dAo9dFtf6RxGRwSHry_5wT8CjD00NyJ56IV2m68Q1cyKJ6eO7pLHHCI40QshtIN7F460imWnCK5nigcGx0U/s400/087.JPG" /></a>..... tie dyed and everything.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fWsXvrxVv5mDaks8-9Y2FYEJiyHXTWdd8JRgQRZY41n-ma3chnFeomJZPDar0Q0uhZgzFZy-jFdlfAm17j38493kT6lbfQzINHeEB0gZlwUW0hMG53NrZH2ch_iVqZUHpgeub3rNjLTO/s1600/086.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572573860269643282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fWsXvrxVv5mDaks8-9Y2FYEJiyHXTWdd8JRgQRZY41n-ma3chnFeomJZPDar0Q0uhZgzFZy-jFdlfAm17j38493kT6lbfQzINHeEB0gZlwUW0hMG53NrZH2ch_iVqZUHpgeub3rNjLTO/s400/086.JPG" /></a> The smoke filled air and all the candles out at once! Only too bad for her, she forgot to make a wish.<br /></div><div>Here's <s>11</s> 12 or so things that make Maddy Grrrreat.</div><ul><li>She has the sweetest smile</li><li>She LOVES her family (especially the new girl)</li><li>She's patient with MOST everyone. She tries to be patient with her little Ruby sister, even though Ruby gets into her things and moves stuff around. (It's only cause Maddy has such cool and interesting stuff)</li><li>She is "<em>SUPER CUTE" </em>and <em>"super funny"</em></li><li>She's kind, she doesn't want to do or say anything that might make someone feel the teeniest bit bad.</li><li>She LOVES shoes, clothes, hats, jewelry, shopping and all things fashion.</li><li>She LOVES bugs, streams, rocks, dirt and shooting guns (especially at doves) She isn't afraid of putting a worm on a fishing hook. Even half a worm!</li><li>She <em><strong>THINKS</strong></em> she's my favorite child. ....<em>wink....wink...</em></li><li>Her 5th grade teacher, Mr Bailey, LOVES LOVES LOVES her. In fact, he had tears in his eyes, telling me how great Maddy was, at our last Parent/Teacher conference. He talked about how much he needed her in his class (he's got a hard class this year) and how he wished he could have 5 more Maddys in there. It does a parent good to hear that kind of stuff.</li><li>She's really smart and tries so hard to do what's right. She even says her prayers every night when her own mother doesn't remember to say hers.</li><li>She makes up the best nick names for her sisters. She's got about 20 for Ruby and a few for Daisy already. </li><li>AND........ </li><li>She still wants to hang out with her parents. </li></ul><p>Ta DAH! </p><p>We love your short little guts Mads. Happy 11th Birthday girl.<br /></p><div></div></div></div></div>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-21887715487082129762011-02-04T09:02:00.007-07:002011-02-07T20:01:58.489-07:00Sick happens....2011 hasn't been much my favorite year so far. 2010 was super HARD but we got a cute baby Daisy at the end. TOTALLY worth the whole year. 2011 has been nothing but hospital bills (for Daisy), stress, money woe's and sickies.<br /><br />First Ru was sick, then the next week Maddy took her VERY BAD turn with an awful cold, then pink eye and ear infections. She stayed home all week but by the middle of it she was well enough to follow me around being bored. Then Max got sick last Sunday and is suffering through while going to work still. He's a VERY tough cookie---until he gets home...then he's useless. <:Bless his Heart:> THEN, yesterday Ruby got sick AGAIN! With a temp of 102.3 in the night. While I was up in the night with Ru, Daisy woke up with the most pitiful snoggy nose you've ever met. Max then worried and worried that she's got RSV. She'll be fine. In fact, as soon as she gets over the pitifulness of me getting her boogers out, she's all smiles.<br /><br />I am not sick *yet* but just tired tired tired. I've not been sleeping much for the past 3 days. Daisy is still in out room and usually sleeps GREAT, but this week (probably cause she's been fighting the germs) she has been waking up lots. I just give her a Binky and she goes right back to sleep. I, on the other hand, do not. I lay awake and wonder about stuff. We are suppose to be blessing the Daisy this Sunday but I don't think it's going to happen. I'm too busy with germs and my eyeballs not cooperating at night, maybe we'll bless her next week. We should do it soon since her dress might not fit her for much longer.<br /><br />So that's what's been a happening in these parts. The end I'm going to have a nap.<br /><br />Update: Sunday Feburary 6th PM I'm SICK. Monday Feb 7th Maddy's sick again. The end.Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-18660660689817554292011-01-19T15:11:00.006-07:002011-01-20T15:23:07.180-07:00Christmas morning 2010Christmas was good. The girls had loads of fun during Christmas vacation. Mom didn't wanna run away from the girls even once during Christmas vacation. It was joyous and keen.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564026095101008802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XtgF4x7N9S6VdTgTB9yxft-8chICCn4xQ3S8eWhm6S7B4OSLKHGfn8JHOO7FeIvNPXb8e0fNwrCaM1jCGx1maus3jvlsL-dp2WrIjuYKKuxlSsPE1KwssSHqid3HT4srkFpOGvRS9jPN/s400/060.JPG" /><br /><br />Christmas morning in new jammies. I told Mads that I didn't think I was going to buy pajamas for them this year since they really didn't need any. She got a little irate about that news, something about it being tradition.... blah blah blah. Fine. New JAMMIES.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSGZX4dFX2nx-c-ta8F1PnTV6tl3dsiIjW5JjC00868eZH1OMu2L-_vqYQ3GXHFUMwMau1x0195ipya6MfkaUtF2QZoBMsFatIJo9f8f3M56p0YH3UQ0fNJrv2FVkRIj1i7cNyadBELuiW/s1600/057.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564028716708038802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSGZX4dFX2nx-c-ta8F1PnTV6tl3dsiIjW5JjC00868eZH1OMu2L-_vqYQ3GXHFUMwMau1x0195ipya6MfkaUtF2QZoBMsFatIJo9f8f3M56p0YH3UQ0fNJrv2FVkRIj1i7cNyadBELuiW/s400/057.JPG" /></a> And a new warm (and cute) robe for mom.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8quKOTWuZTFCpjon9z06bC_mmNshDqhNE2G0AO-iBlsDTEkrm9WXDaSLnrwAG6Cob3jK7xRb8TdDcjiQdtTz0oCZaLye_J7Krc0hrI2XA74yQZ6ze_rjQcdmI1VdxsEoWJOUqT_sMtiXx/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564028713814607282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8quKOTWuZTFCpjon9z06bC_mmNshDqhNE2G0AO-iBlsDTEkrm9WXDaSLnrwAG6Cob3jK7xRb8TdDcjiQdtTz0oCZaLye_J7Krc0hrI2XA74yQZ6ze_rjQcdmI1VdxsEoWJOUqT_sMtiXx/s400/065.JPG" /></a> They DO love each other?</div><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564026091012921858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMgxp1jkXEUoW0oxZYENQLjJrbXYmcXrBqquFU6jBJy4wkExLQBZVYUXDMFAXFCBAIDh7e2q3L3_4dA_o4ZRn8xWZt2Wn6ztj0kN3P8rDv74vZEoC96pH4i6TXysaPH6j9Ny9nSz8A0YMN/s400/064.JPG" />Just love that face. </div><div></div><br /><div>Ruby didn't really ask for any presents. Oh except for a make-up kit. Not the play ones in the actual toy aisle, the ones that Wal-mart has around Christmas and are a 3 foot tall box full of cheap awful make-up. I told her that Santa and I talked and it wasn't gonna happen. It didn't... she was fine.<br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564026084476991650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTaKhNhOv6nNTXAoImjvO5j-C8gT-H7G-GMXQbI4GTbQ2HtwyJalZpQ8bR02BDCE4uYenqc9in6480_96_Puuo6IqYZ8mhw9LOECQIAeO9TMXnMOWmCG7lfUeKSJHy-ihXDGKEi3POqVl/s400/072.JPG" /></div><br /><div>A Daisy for Christmas. She's more thrilled than this picture shows.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564026090594628690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFP0-HoXgzUoPV0jxjZWrFwfSsUfDZKe4jWcJS8KHSHdyQ1V_btGYMRuxOPAUBQFCbiasGAgB8ENpB4LOIlCplSvXnG5cL0HWI55deqRkHh00tC4neh1hhTS3-kEGYkbV11pRbXrfiemJL/s400/066.JPG" />Maddy asked for Tie Dye duct tape. She got "tie dye" AND "peace dude". Spoiled.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564028710279687810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzBptUxcviMvC8jKVhbHW_VTLuU4tijrYwwqPWPppFdzFb8nKN5cxRdahkqcu3WnTylDKkL-h-Hg2IwF2vY_51YbLUTO4I3ujpHZ-cQBJRd-vVmrV3iUdImqlQrDB1rGKyFSaQt63dRnU/s400/082.JPG" /> This is Ruby's real actual face when they opened the Wii. Maddy had a good one too but switched when she saw the camera.<br /><div><div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrH-Gz-oMw7CJ0bTqNLwTGiEpw80MxOBDwRksl32v1tAvtq8HB7w3-2kHDbs6fIu0bP_Qp3gTzVmnLBQb5px8DdycfgPl8TpMNZk0RIlvOMl3f0IXBaEulFrFcxJyWuttqlDrT-FnWPrXz/s1600/081.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564026066982739778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrH-Gz-oMw7CJ0bTqNLwTGiEpw80MxOBDwRksl32v1tAvtq8HB7w3-2kHDbs6fIu0bP_Qp3gTzVmnLBQb5px8DdycfgPl8TpMNZk0RIlvOMl3f0IXBaEulFrFcxJyWuttqlDrT-FnWPrXz/s400/081.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Daisy was super excited about the Wii too. She's just holding it inside.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127533452793898071.post-29406484509149664212011-01-09T16:43:00.007-07:002011-01-09T17:02:18.292-07:00I am NOT a Hoarder....The other day, I asked Ruby to clean up her craft mess. The girls had made paper flowers from cut out pages. She picked up the cut out leftovers and started heading to her room.<br /><br />She said "I wanna keep these"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nHz_UHi2T7FdEJSU16_czrVieYYz3At7OKycYvu9D_IHx_dDNpkSc4_yMqlD06_5aPJLHCpSUtDcccmg4_FqSDSnMEqNHFk20R8PxCAmujxA2yeFadKoUiRErIpwNiFacWIg0lcduHm5/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560337543703638018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nHz_UHi2T7FdEJSU16_czrVieYYz3At7OKycYvu9D_IHx_dDNpkSc4_yMqlD06_5aPJLHCpSUtDcccmg4_FqSDSnMEqNHFk20R8PxCAmujxA2yeFadKoUiRErIpwNiFacWIg0lcduHm5/s400/005.JPG" /></a> Before I could say anything she said "I AM NOT A HOARDER"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZooHDpM-mrIWsjtIs9d02jfit8xH-73_brcyaW2bhR-s3lT3hdayYfapDVCDAtDSgMnlAqu0twbEybThW3k8-THryichNhVZp65fDdYfOGctWTs1DgSgdT2xCOXp6oGaiQTEC8NPUWjk/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560337530848781666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZooHDpM-mrIWsjtIs9d02jfit8xH-73_brcyaW2bhR-s3lT3hdayYfapDVCDAtDSgMnlAqu0twbEybThW3k8-THryichNhVZp65fDdYfOGctWTs1DgSgdT2xCOXp6oGaiQTEC8NPUWjk/s400/003.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Also, we were at SAVERS, the thrift store, the other day and she asked why there was some random thing to buy (I think a bookcase) I told her that someone didn't need it so they gave it to Savers.<br /><br />She said "yeah, prolly cause they're not a hoarder anymore".</div><div></div><div><br />Ruby gets her wisdom and funny from her Mom.</div><div></div><div><br />THE END<br /></div><div>PS I didn't color her hair again, just old pictures.<br /></div><div></div>Hillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415384074161860510noreply@blogger.com4