tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218739762546196432024-03-14T08:00:34.747-07:00The Queen of Kingssarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-65673813111334437442012-05-10T23:01:00.001-07:002012-05-10T23:01:52.595-07:00Parker's Birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He's now 5. We were pretty lame for the "party", but I think he felt celebrated. The biggest stumbling block of the day was that I had an infusion that afternoon and it took for.ev.er.<br />
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Finally that night we were all together and could focus on Parker. He is such a funny kid. He has a tough exterior, but an ooey gooey center. He loves his family and does a great job of showing it. I love his laugh, his twinkly smile, and his sparkly little eyes.<br />
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Parker got to pick the dinner menu and he chose Taco Bell (Jamie could not have been prouder). While he and dad went to pick it up, Aunt Cynth, Jacob, and I quickly decorated the house and yelled "Surprise" when he got home. He was both confused and excited. After dinner we frosted some Parker cupcakes, sang Happy Birthday, and opened presents. My favorite part was at one point he walked around the house looking at the decorations we had put up and said, "You guys sure surprised me". It was a good night.<br />
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In January our town pool had a polar Bear Plunge. There was a free t-shirt involved, so Jacob was all in and I made Jamie do it with him. It was freezing! They jumped in the water, grabbed a rubber duck they turned in for a prize, and climbed right back out. As you can tell, they were all business. </div>
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This picture of them afterward makes me laugh every time I look at it. Jacob's goggles were pushed too far down and he was shivering ... this was the result. sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-9264826928604166532012-04-25T15:27:00.000-07:002012-04-25T15:27:04.583-07:00WHAT?!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You're sick of seeing the same post over and over? Me too! I have lots to catch up on - Parker's birthday, Emma's birthday, Disneyland, Easter, cancer updates... I will soon. In the meantime, here's a little Emma love.sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-87107968546765920392012-01-31T19:47:00.000-08:002012-01-31T19:55:17.085-08:00Just cute<div style="text-align: center;">Thank goodness Josie takes pictures of my kids because heaven knows I don't.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXtFS0mxj302ny5V2wns4iZ3Mtyq7rjHFjES28xfQDq4nzykLA2uteebDELrePIHn2Ua2eIFTMVh1114g68tjBSgf-tXg9PWWE5fJmrkbU0_X5KG9IYRA9ByDTxuJJ3PYOAlrSfO2jujMw/s1600/emma.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXtFS0mxj302ny5V2wns4iZ3Mtyq7rjHFjES28xfQDq4nzykLA2uteebDELrePIHn2Ua2eIFTMVh1114g68tjBSgf-tXg9PWWE5fJmrkbU0_X5KG9IYRA9ByDTxuJJ3PYOAlrSfO2jujMw/s400/emma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704009008263974674" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />That's why Macy is Emma's bestie, she's always there to lend a hand.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd4C4NKEW5EUc9GuAQXgBFiSJbBTUedKye_riEDAxIANgeg2gmUKwY80ZYGcKPNNeQC05aDVF1QSNLIUgd47kDGwYzZsLir3Uc5xC-rjBhV-C9R4aHS9KfE_E0YoqFNtrfPcJ8g_TfuZHS/s1600/emma%2526macy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd4C4NKEW5EUc9GuAQXgBFiSJbBTUedKye_riEDAxIANgeg2gmUKwY80ZYGcKPNNeQC05aDVF1QSNLIUgd47kDGwYzZsLir3Uc5xC-rjBhV-C9R4aHS9KfE_E0YoqFNtrfPcJ8g_TfuZHS/s400/emma%2526macy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704009002255298162" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">His crazy is starting to mellow and he is definitely turning up the cute.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVwOaeiqHpxTZgYrE94u2rXpJ9DHVFYLmK_XE2T6AQNjAnvKitCIZa4xUFGE8M0Rs9TjVa8r0ivHAOst0bT-zw0WI_difp09TAk9cFH_3gQQwiCS3XNU8ZrFSRNEFm_oVLma6wUO3oGDx/s1600/parker.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVwOaeiqHpxTZgYrE94u2rXpJ9DHVFYLmK_XE2T6AQNjAnvKitCIZa4xUFGE8M0Rs9TjVa8r0ivHAOst0bT-zw0WI_difp09TAk9cFH_3gQQwiCS3XNU8ZrFSRNEFm_oVLma6wUO3oGDx/s400/parker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704009011547363218" border="0" /></a>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-87105592165411485802012-01-31T19:32:00.000-08:002012-01-31T19:46:54.870-08:00Temple Lights<div style="text-align: center;">We made it to the temple this year and enjoyed it with the Hisermans. Always fun.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The highlight of the evening was definitely when the live nativity wasn't going to start for a few minutes, and they were nice enough to start taking parts of their costumes off to let our kids do their own. It was adorable. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94mRTYce-Qr2seLnR1Joo_LLhPErjIrGQ3KEfRbE_vrJSDmSXJ1McrYjTwR0xmP12TFrz7_WuzBJqpQToCUjh_9lQdpITi1v_d3sv8rKpv2ngKXojMjmH9jLz6HUqRRfAliNUnKLEByqD/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94mRTYce-Qr2seLnR1Joo_LLhPErjIrGQ3KEfRbE_vrJSDmSXJ1McrYjTwR0xmP12TFrz7_WuzBJqpQToCUjh_9lQdpITi1v_d3sv8rKpv2ngKXojMjmH9jLz6HUqRRfAliNUnKLEByqD/s400/DSC_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704005978857031938" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jacob refuses to show his teeth when he smiles. Drives me crazy.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7XAMqpXm8ZpBs1UGAayoI1ajg9VtENwtbWzKZNDonwLm5UFhGIKDZ53IM6znpgPcT8M6KnkcQVenbEcbZYTQST-AZADh3H5DtmrB_1wCFR1Vy0MwQj4evo8VT0M8-lZu-AOeJOydcUhg_/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7XAMqpXm8ZpBs1UGAayoI1ajg9VtENwtbWzKZNDonwLm5UFhGIKDZ53IM6znpgPcT8M6KnkcQVenbEcbZYTQST-AZADh3H5DtmrB_1wCFR1Vy0MwQj4evo8VT0M8-lZu-AOeJOydcUhg_/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704005663319715842" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our picture from the top of the temple. I love that Parker is burying his head into my leg and Jackson could not look more put out by the whole thing. These kids are too funny.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWx5O2UfKmUQWOaMNGDCmuY9ga8fc37PsFpadAnn35XnGhzg2QSl2rl68dId7NQ9V5OMdaK1HNuex_fEP3j2C6kjiadf-y43SdeoOUHJh4QyYqEXvv0JMX4UmTZyWVswuGrX2gTdwMhV5Q/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWx5O2UfKmUQWOaMNGDCmuY9ga8fc37PsFpadAnn35XnGhzg2QSl2rl68dId7NQ9V5OMdaK1HNuex_fEP3j2C6kjiadf-y43SdeoOUHJh4QyYqEXvv0JMX4UmTZyWVswuGrX2gTdwMhV5Q/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704005281125772850" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">All in all, it was a good night spent with good friends.<br /></div>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-45170443885739665302012-01-31T19:07:00.000-08:002012-01-31T19:32:07.632-08:00Gilroy Gardens<div style="text-align: center;">We made the trek to Gilroy last month, it was our first time. We went with our friends the Moores, so fun! It was really empty and FREEZING! We were not adequately prepared. The sun went down and I thought I was going to freeze to death right on the spot. Somehow we survived and managed to enjoy ourselves.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jacob, Addie, and Parker meeting Linus.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bXfTGChiwOH3KjuRxNp2dQiVe-zL6xq3OkCl4u3G23qBe5Ri9Wrc3DfM69kDKQLeBgSp4rHZAAXLciO9diEBPr5-GV9uzvdkDIVmGZgC3oXwraWRU5_ucwrgA06iZOY5cZqqkTEDuSrn/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bXfTGChiwOH3KjuRxNp2dQiVe-zL6xq3OkCl4u3G23qBe5Ri9Wrc3DfM69kDKQLeBgSp4rHZAAXLciO9diEBPr5-GV9uzvdkDIVmGZgC3oXwraWRU5_ucwrgA06iZOY5cZqqkTEDuSrn/s400/DSC_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704001365036677442" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">There was even a ride Emma could do all by herself. She was in heaven.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlSiK8shMAP4RSgu55ea-io0bqv3hBfz-HBcS769tzsjmzfOZYrniEP5P2odHnirH6dULfjhGaY_BiG45D8jePN4RHO3TE8fFsRecrBiSLZvMTPTlzKBs7lDbE20OkgD-lzfSaXM2iLhQ/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlSiK8shMAP4RSgu55ea-io0bqv3hBfz-HBcS769tzsjmzfOZYrniEP5P2odHnirH6dULfjhGaY_BiG45D8jePN4RHO3TE8fFsRecrBiSLZvMTPTlzKBs7lDbE20OkgD-lzfSaXM2iLhQ/s400/DSC_0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704000608599617090" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jacob and Jackson on the Banana Split. If only they had fun.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLi7RHrBYlJAnZPzlmCT1l2i1aAbup3Ep39qCtrg2P53yNbLjamKzz2kT0UP-bIVNwa260n68jhDbZzP6sB3Zf54ViC-8oh-Pi9R87CcNqd3a__sV8lLBjndAKc7VnjSbzK946FVtJ9MaZ/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLi7RHrBYlJAnZPzlmCT1l2i1aAbup3Ep39qCtrg2P53yNbLjamKzz2kT0UP-bIVNwa260n68jhDbZzP6sB3Zf54ViC-8oh-Pi9R87CcNqd3a__sV8lLBjndAKc7VnjSbzK946FVtJ9MaZ/s400/DSC_0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704000053307440322" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The guy let them stay on and go over and over because no one was there. I taught them well that the back is the best place to ride.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyg_BUgrGSYdQ7djzMlF33GaPZxWbZzWYeU14Pay-uYIfEChyP8Aup8aF5-Lee6sFeZEKYZZPvTMUg1qMnxNKH55Mj4NBSsLmdUHcGAHB11O_6bPy2lRQKI6q4Y_-xnrziB5QHCmGP69Qa/s1600/DSC_0177.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyg_BUgrGSYdQ7djzMlF33GaPZxWbZzWYeU14Pay-uYIfEChyP8Aup8aF5-Lee6sFeZEKYZZPvTMUg1qMnxNKH55Mj4NBSsLmdUHcGAHB11O_6bPy2lRQKI6q4Y_-xnrziB5QHCmGP69Qa/s400/DSC_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704000059937459954" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The gang. Half frozen. Still fun.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCJ371xnm3OSVjJ2BK_tqgW3c5fsaUrWOYyUZ4m7y3Bxq22WQCivQPJbYNR93_084SbInvEfrrTfJsZF2XOTw5uvgUeokQNI77DpE86kK0UDpk-Jx720ea0fGs2xCtrsGVtZHobGnnk90/s1600/DSC_0198.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCJ371xnm3OSVjJ2BK_tqgW3c5fsaUrWOYyUZ4m7y3Bxq22WQCivQPJbYNR93_084SbInvEfrrTfJsZF2XOTw5uvgUeokQNI77DpE86kK0UDpk-Jx720ea0fGs2xCtrsGVtZHobGnnk90/s400/DSC_0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703998893288497378" border="0" /></a>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-6240104850179964082012-01-31T19:01:00.001-08:002012-01-31T19:07:49.394-08:00Ice Skating<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCLcXK68s2cBFqbI-kcM_lPXlo2ttD8PhhY0K2lKXxBf_KEdFlth6DmVD1k8hE2vu8D-Yp9eCbYF5i_W-gRcahswM3D4KDV06aa_xQC1ZG7jztL5xMvWRY4AavLhwgBz4-E4EdjAomrdCj/s1600/DSCN0213.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCLcXK68s2cBFqbI-kcM_lPXlo2ttD8PhhY0K2lKXxBf_KEdFlth6DmVD1k8hE2vu8D-Yp9eCbYF5i_W-gRcahswM3D4KDV06aa_xQC1ZG7jztL5xMvWRY4AavLhwgBz4-E4EdjAomrdCj/s400/DSCN0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703997173861286482" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Over the Christmas break we took the boys ice skating for the first time and had a really good time. By the end, they had the hang of it pretty well. Jacob has been asking to go back every week since. Aunt Lauren was here last week and he finally got his wish. She took them both again, and again, they both loved it. I think we may have finally found an interest for Jacob outside of video games. It only took 87 tries.<br /><br />*not sure why I look like I'm in the throws of plotting some evil scheme, I really did have fun...<br /></div>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-14511224025344893372011-11-02T09:00:00.000-07:002011-11-02T09:00:01.637-07:00Thank you Aunt Lauren<div style="text-align: center;">For my DARLING new dress!!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yzgDI6BKFV4UQ3UWwbB6-QYtUyigdMI2CwKrC2Rlq9pA8mG65Ob8pOTvAhMnieKxCG_U0Bfe-PIIwA6tXowO2XJL0gLAjuO-RNUQl0rc6VxUJ_JIz-H-Wf07-cRcyBoHrZOF6xI0O1jq/s1600/DSC_0004+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yzgDI6BKFV4UQ3UWwbB6-QYtUyigdMI2CwKrC2Rlq9pA8mG65Ob8pOTvAhMnieKxCG_U0Bfe-PIIwA6tXowO2XJL0gLAjuO-RNUQl0rc6VxUJ_JIz-H-Wf07-cRcyBoHrZOF6xI0O1jq/s400/DSC_0004+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669384549357346834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeOg1-4y98qJypiVo4T5Ajr8WtTzJAihevs6VJRrgmTWz_n6saoyQz7bml8GRRBVV-jI1n1hrLoNgGDON0zZYWN02iRYMh690hdD9H_QxUeQWYm20BdpAtXvnnDMRJPgXVFnyJFfVift2/s1600/DSC_0007+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeOg1-4y98qJypiVo4T5Ajr8WtTzJAihevs6VJRrgmTWz_n6saoyQz7bml8GRRBVV-jI1n1hrLoNgGDON0zZYWN02iRYMh690hdD9H_QxUeQWYm20BdpAtXvnnDMRJPgXVFnyJFfVift2/s400/DSC_0007+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669384552873150018" border="0" /></a>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-23167819039178008072011-10-30T15:16:00.000-07:002011-10-30T15:17:47.582-07:00It's funny to us!<div style="background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 567px;"><object id="A64060" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=ifCrZlYJGs0VEutP&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=halloween" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="319" width="567"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=ifCrZlYJGs0VEutP&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=halloween"><param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="allowNetworking" value="all"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=ifCrZlYJGs0VEutP&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=halloween"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></object><div style="text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;">Personalize funny videos and birthday <a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards">eCards</a> at JibJab!</div></div>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-4885939374745555512011-10-29T20:48:00.000-07:002011-10-30T13:25:35.346-07:00Happy Halloween Weekend!<div style="text-align: center;">This is how we have been enjoying the Halloween season.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Our annual trip to the pumpkin patch with Josie and kids.<br />(feeding the nasty goats)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLFiiXxMb2tekEiMz8FoIOdy8AFMG__Mj3mw0szAz-k5hsOd43r3RqElFNGGmH-6J5RRj67Cr7-bPhxJvliJ47uwVNAfanwgKuf1ZtVrgBVgpnDsS4FXFNvCdFgadPpAtmBHILeUVhBT3/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLFiiXxMb2tekEiMz8FoIOdy8AFMG__Mj3mw0szAz-k5hsOd43r3RqElFNGGmH-6J5RRj67Cr7-bPhxJvliJ47uwVNAfanwgKuf1ZtVrgBVgpnDsS4FXFNvCdFgadPpAtmBHILeUVhBT3/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669128142068678082" border="0" /></a><br />I only got a few of pictures before my battery died. It's fun to see Emma getting big enough to take part in the fun.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNT3pZ2wW7h_fK5TUMqs-TxTLi_aj0c1SPRWLjZB8dYQJHLFnQh7i8UjzhD1zkpuDeLnkjF-BCadZ3kLaZB5b3F-mOKy78vKXKI8jkj9jj7lioPLc6M6mj2Q97g-3KRfkhlZ7FCNa8hAoy/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNT3pZ2wW7h_fK5TUMqs-TxTLi_aj0c1SPRWLjZB8dYQJHLFnQh7i8UjzhD1zkpuDeLnkjF-BCadZ3kLaZB5b3F-mOKy78vKXKI8jkj9jj7lioPLc6M6mj2Q97g-3KRfkhlZ7FCNa8hAoy/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669128136297081394" border="0" /></a><br />Our church Halloween party. Jacob and Jackson racing to finish their doughnut.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJMG7SsfCgaQ2s5PJaXTDM85sVXtbDPWAG0qomPYldgrA-aj5_BAGc1k7-tfioxr8ep0f7yIk3riWzzaxelEaG1j5XSP5nrnJL54tqX7bGnapY-vHNfHYsZL2QHKBXVHFm2KC7ifp7ScM9/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJMG7SsfCgaQ2s5PJaXTDM85sVXtbDPWAG0qomPYldgrA-aj5_BAGc1k7-tfioxr8ep0f7yIk3riWzzaxelEaG1j5XSP5nrnJL54tqX7bGnapY-vHNfHYsZL2QHKBXVHFm2KC7ifp7ScM9/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669128118510027522" border="0" /></a><br />Our crazy bunch.<br />(In case you're not sure, Jamie and I are dressed from the movie <span style="font-style: italic;">Dodgeball</span>, Jacob is Jango Fett, I made Parker's Angry Bird costume before I started treatment again, and Emma is our darling ladybug.)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ysRla2O7OIiLvsAZl-Xl1l1MpzaB-_MeDTk9L9s1v3XvipXZ-r6-e0q9HUzzq43FRu_tzlH5CgT2GdcR4hR-EFV7CMGvKV1rXMpTaanoWVLZiW2rGN0HVUNzRvmrquqFMmdCVVk3Br_8/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ysRla2O7OIiLvsAZl-Xl1l1MpzaB-_MeDTk9L9s1v3XvipXZ-r6-e0q9HUzzq43FRu_tzlH5CgT2GdcR4hR-EFV7CMGvKV1rXMpTaanoWVLZiW2rGN0HVUNzRvmrquqFMmdCVVk3Br_8/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669128107424614482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Our Potato Head pumpkins, so much easier than all the carving and scraping. We'll save that for when they are older.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQgGT2J0bLefM7qgi9jom92X6T-99GXn3TOlOjVxVCmsxEthUzuM0F-h4RDiPZDrq5U7eNmNCjIZhMW24QvAXYuVAE9Uuy0bCEcOeRJhQyIrK_Mg_Tn9R3aPHf4r_WYcBjEzL784jtzcb/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQgGT2J0bLefM7qgi9jom92X6T-99GXn3TOlOjVxVCmsxEthUzuM0F-h4RDiPZDrq5U7eNmNCjIZhMW24QvAXYuVAE9Uuy0bCEcOeRJhQyIrK_Mg_Tn9R3aPHf4r_WYcBjEzL784jtzcb/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669128152077964274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We've had fun so far and look forward to the big day on Monday ...now if you'll excuse me, I need to go pilfer through my children's candy.<br /><br /></div>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-75372086278617827132011-10-20T14:10:00.000-07:002011-10-20T14:10:00.323-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">When you're tired ... you're tired. Even if you might run the risk of wooden beads falling on your head, you sometimes just don't care.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju9vv-QDZv1Qh6A4p5Ip5G9_1vk2FtomIWZAU_O2HniTa5yGO09Sze3ujV-OjApl0jvVUOKjIN3vfN-uHwuFbMmetXu48GVnp1d-x0tg0UJ1VFNouTk6Gerbs6TlMBVjwJcjVb00uiJcny/s1600/DSC_0229.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju9vv-QDZv1Qh6A4p5Ip5G9_1vk2FtomIWZAU_O2HniTa5yGO09Sze3ujV-OjApl0jvVUOKjIN3vfN-uHwuFbMmetXu48GVnp1d-x0tg0UJ1VFNouTk6Gerbs6TlMBVjwJcjVb00uiJcny/s400/DSC_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663829440750978930" border="0" /></a>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-61572276753451482222011-10-18T14:03:00.000-07:002011-10-18T14:03:00.189-07:00"Best Buds"<div style="text-align: center;"> I feel truly blessed that Jacob has such good friends that are good kids. They get along really well, if you couldn't tell, and can't seem to get enough of each other. Even when he'll play with one or the other for HOURS, he is always so sad when it's time to go.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nKRMbpWa5QBjQT1ctlzEwW0QZGs91EYNufO45AUioJo-NqJIl8pRD_0-rXLMX2YNSJ0Qn7Pr9M_J7dLsmQBedeHDXetTq9JlyefSqjs9_cXOR3vhcY1b29kNKz0GSJ4aGjnjbrvJDV0k/s1600/DSC_0114.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nKRMbpWa5QBjQT1ctlzEwW0QZGs91EYNufO45AUioJo-NqJIl8pRD_0-rXLMX2YNSJ0Qn7Pr9M_J7dLsmQBedeHDXetTq9JlyefSqjs9_cXOR3vhcY1b29kNKz0GSJ4aGjnjbrvJDV0k/s400/DSC_0114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663827663015639394" border="0" /></a><br />*and what are the odds they would both have glasses?<br /></div>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-28894917689454203742011-10-17T13:58:00.000-07:002011-10-17T13:58:00.592-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">You think my kids play too many video games? So much so that even my one year old knows how to play with her brothers?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLdd-PmgIpdEF8qtNUJ3-VLeKjmeun8zqM5SI0lAw7ybXgRuM1s2vAuDPVeaseDJ7BoZAhU9e_y7J-ewPwsEdTAu8AshNgCqXj5UtU56jfKN-u0wDTs5NrmooAF78mw8WfJZ3CUYXUY66/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLdd-PmgIpdEF8qtNUJ3-VLeKjmeun8zqM5SI0lAw7ybXgRuM1s2vAuDPVeaseDJ7BoZAhU9e_y7J-ewPwsEdTAu8AshNgCqXj5UtU56jfKN-u0wDTs5NrmooAF78mw8WfJZ3CUYXUY66/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663826382397573746" border="0" /></a><br />... that's weird, why would you think that?<br /></div>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-84591936347805729142011-10-15T13:28:00.000-07:002011-10-15T13:55:53.991-07:00He's a Big Deal<div style="text-align: center;">Last month we celebrated Jacob's 8th birthday. This is a birthday that has extra meaning. In our faith, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, children are not baptized until they are 8 because we believe that is when you are old enough to understand right from wrong and be held accountable for your actions. We were very pleased with Jacob and his decision to be baptized. It was such a great day!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jamie and Jacob just before the big event took place.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIt2A97bjOM2dJlA81nNLb7oOIzL1A1RRSIT8ojRxjyi9QHanFPFv-cFmLmQklniT1wMpGaT47p7qW_xY6tIxRXIkBDGAxNeGs8xjGM9amYoUudrRh_chNhrgBQ4nxuBG0SUvgg_6AATRk/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIt2A97bjOM2dJlA81nNLb7oOIzL1A1RRSIT8ojRxjyi9QHanFPFv-cFmLmQklniT1wMpGaT47p7qW_xY6tIxRXIkBDGAxNeGs8xjGM9amYoUudrRh_chNhrgBQ4nxuBG0SUvgg_6AATRk/s400/DSC_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663820085772831778" border="0" /></a><br />The friends that were there to help celebrate and congratulate him.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrlSfkxbc8zBKX9zbPSaoZ7phJAw5n8q-JCfpDmL0Bdv82eeTktPMkMxxE_6XWKqVk5WlMeEFRtwray9r4cQ61BoOocUSX37Gezufjhm_VGfT44WK9_bv3WabK0H7FxTvYu0eGH5tT38G/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrlSfkxbc8zBKX9zbPSaoZ7phJAw5n8q-JCfpDmL0Bdv82eeTktPMkMxxE_6XWKqVk5WlMeEFRtwray9r4cQ61BoOocUSX37Gezufjhm_VGfT44WK9_bv3WabK0H7FxTvYu0eGH5tT38G/s400/DSC_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663819762027325506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Emma, always being so easy going.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm_5H09UuyEpTk9WTxVRie01yQuDpEE9pJubOOO0VvU7ZkqA4y3sH_keSPJ5bC8v08pGSDOWrnfY2RLvfEwp8wZ0pYnuMWLx4y3Tp97qvG5xypjxOPq0GrfyniDwAXDvOphBbwu2fawJrA/s1600/DSC_0117.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm_5H09UuyEpTk9WTxVRie01yQuDpEE9pJubOOO0VvU7ZkqA4y3sH_keSPJ5bC8v08pGSDOWrnfY2RLvfEwp8wZ0pYnuMWLx4y3Tp97qvG5xypjxOPq0GrfyniDwAXDvOphBbwu2fawJrA/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663819751452041842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My parents, Jamie's mom (we missed Jamie's dad, but the Ambassador was needed elsewhere), and Jamie's younger brother and his family all came to make the day even better!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWffJJr_vEAYm-nZh0Gzax3pRMXTiGzH2GoCJze5NsRJKu2oeZ1ItZMqnASFXyrxBvMmFiFEhEgCtmwWLR6xMX7ujl0Lr2Mpww1Kv1K66aFZYD7YCNJq3qcqnFzsQCo_iCIuA2bkwcO3cH/s1600/DSC_0129.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWffJJr_vEAYm-nZh0Gzax3pRMXTiGzH2GoCJze5NsRJKu2oeZ1ItZMqnASFXyrxBvMmFiFEhEgCtmwWLR6xMX7ujl0Lr2Mpww1Kv1K66aFZYD7YCNJq3qcqnFzsQCo_iCIuA2bkwcO3cH/s400/DSC_0129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663819732388113922" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The cousins had too much fun and could not be bothered for a photo.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnVl0UEjv54TxxOB8RKKmutaE6WiBxNV2-fl-plJbyHePYRe8blhyphenhyphenVM2MbA29Y1DOXTN1iaWZqhHrpVjfk_o6l2h9o3OZPWvEu_DuIHh3sThlydBzoKLMHk-hZtqLi6WSKybfJyJGrZsl/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnVl0UEjv54TxxOB8RKKmutaE6WiBxNV2-fl-plJbyHePYRe8blhyphenhyphenVM2MbA29Y1DOXTN1iaWZqhHrpVjfk_o6l2h9o3OZPWvEu_DuIHh3sThlydBzoKLMHk-hZtqLi6WSKybfJyJGrZsl/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663819724600465314" border="0" /></a><br />The family was in town the whole weekend and we had such a good time. We played, did a little swimming, played some more, made it to the beach, I started more chemo ... all in all, it was really fun. I was totally wiped and slept until about 10am the next few days, but I would do it all over again.<br /><br />Jacob is amazing. He is such a sweet boy with a big heart. He is very aware of others and is truly thoughtful. He's especially amazing with little ones. He LOVES being a big brother. He could always get Parker to laugh more than anyone else and he loves that Emma is getting big enough to actually play with him now. I have told Jacob often that I'm pretty sure Parker and Emma chose to come to our family just so that they could have him as a big brother. <br />He has always had a great laugh that I just can't get enough of. Jacob is kind, tries really hard to do what is right, and is such an important part of our family. <br /><br />We love him dearly and are so proud of him!!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX0FTQR6XNU033pgCBbf5vtPUr99vXkvT3G9PVlQhky7UiUBtfFWEBbcWxM2i_hIr4SDen9bcxqwVDNPHs01jsQDtdy7SQXZQPBpsNPhdkHh0Rsw9ebnB38J__O8TN276lAIo9sl1KIM-q/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG"><br /></a>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-10453167979753427722011-08-24T20:21:00.000-07:002011-08-24T21:11:40.848-07:00I got a pill for that!<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />Ever wonder what your bathroom is going to look like when you're 80?
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<br />I just continue to collect lotions, potions, and tonics as we move along. I have a pill for just about everything, so drop me a line if you need anything from my pharmacy.
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<br />sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-85909846589443188472011-08-14T20:43:00.001-07:002011-08-14T20:58:00.916-07:00Time Warp
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH5H7BbmJQyp62b5eoCbFd5fPr_bltmnS70A4mfKECCFCBqLzMbiwdpGiX91aU55OCQVvY3Tv7L7bo5jxekPhuGXiy6ssHbOw9sCdzhidqkKny2d7AZPQ0WNwbDMyWt27ekoAxVJBkHMM4/s1600/copy.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/AVvXsEjH5H7BbmJQyp62b5eoCbFd5fPr_bltmnS70A4mfKECCFCBqLzMbiwdpGiX91aU55OCQVvY3Tv7L7bo5jxekPhuGXiy6ssHbOw9sCdzhidqkKny2d7AZPQ0WNwbDMyWt27ekoAxVJBkHMM4/s400/copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640926400477373634" border="0" /></a>Charlie and Jacob, 2 years old
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<br />Jacob's little sister and Charlie's little sister, not quite 2 years old.
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<br />(Gotta love a good set of Costco chairs. 8 years and still going strong.)
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<br />sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-46402394530053539692011-08-13T20:31:00.000-07:002011-08-14T20:33:37.515-07:00Is there anything this man can't do?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrB8JpcJSDBoZk0wmycxMSADZUrawGEhpAQwFGmPOQv2WgFLpVH22VHAh3ovsvFMYgpNueuqxpW732oeGtnTg1b_f-3PhMKSPOgP2TqqmklEIBrY3QDXXVFI79o-u7qAenmF82iH2oYyu/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrB8JpcJSDBoZk0wmycxMSADZUrawGEhpAQwFGmPOQv2WgFLpVH22VHAh3ovsvFMYgpNueuqxpW732oeGtnTg1b_f-3PhMKSPOgP2TqqmklEIBrY3QDXXVFI79o-u7qAenmF82iH2oYyu/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640920477112830258" border="0" /></a>
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<br />If there is, it's not much. Glad I married him 12 years ago.
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<br />Happy Anniversary Jamie!
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<br />sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-28369121859476606672011-06-17T14:47:00.000-07:002011-06-17T15:16:52.839-07:00The help that has come and gone...so far<div style="text-align: center;">As we have traveled on this long journey called cancer, we have thankfully not had to do it alone. We've had a revolving door at our house with all the family that has come to help and we love it!<br /><br />My niece Shadow.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhxp3Nq6dDu241fkhtDN0NgdvypAXm4vKVAWsjIJguoAVU4R_1srVR7SnHeUowmeQZW5vFL_N2CU_PlOq0cFvIdRXKpeFzYI8IdMnAV1OCwYM_K13rC_GlKIVTsknxizxZQisXkqzE7QB/s1600/02-13-2011+105.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhxp3Nq6dDu241fkhtDN0NgdvypAXm4vKVAWsjIJguoAVU4R_1srVR7SnHeUowmeQZW5vFL_N2CU_PlOq0cFvIdRXKpeFzYI8IdMnAV1OCwYM_K13rC_GlKIVTsknxizxZQisXkqzE7QB/s400/02-13-2011+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619311050453668658" border="0" /></a><br />My sister Cynth.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu2uRfq5g3koaIwQ_FW8C5jRJXXtY6MSIla9BjXJLAX33AKCl_7Mr4-NCjs9YuoQx2ADdS2Tl7a0rI8gBUORSVZbGUHxvLdR9WGGS9-V9TvYL1xAqpQqPBilER66w5HCmDAP1m31liAn51/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu2uRfq5g3koaIwQ_FW8C5jRJXXtY6MSIla9BjXJLAX33AKCl_7Mr4-NCjs9YuoQx2ADdS2Tl7a0rI8gBUORSVZbGUHxvLdR9WGGS9-V9TvYL1xAqpQqPBilER66w5HCmDAP1m31liAn51/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619310399763700786" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My sister-in-law Stacey.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKXKmcazLZLvgRsVwodhte9gIRgIGT4ghNR-JMNcsqmklP4R-Nm2-TUUv0tddhyphenhyphen3YmKY2z8UOF3N2bfVOswPZFHrRqYfactYDEryyF4kqI7AkikasCreDwrSF1FS6seHy2Y9LlFMkgoE-/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKXKmcazLZLvgRsVwodhte9gIRgIGT4ghNR-JMNcsqmklP4R-Nm2-TUUv0tddhyphenhyphen3YmKY2z8UOF3N2bfVOswPZFHrRqYfactYDEryyF4kqI7AkikasCreDwrSF1FS6seHy2Y9LlFMkgoE-/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619310392807320482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My sister Lauren.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioseJpW-IOHSbK1Uo2tDql3nlUiogpekZ985H_vbJ3TA4dMN6g_5uIDAOVnl6BrTnokUsVLHs7FUvp0TyCX9T1NVk6tXIZZUuacNdNn2h4zUs0ZHT07i4yoWmzTy4HaMOAdgdIXq1KDWFx/s1600/DSC_0217.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioseJpW-IOHSbK1Uo2tDql3nlUiogpekZ985H_vbJ3TA4dMN6g_5uIDAOVnl6BrTnokUsVLHs7FUvp0TyCX9T1NVk6tXIZZUuacNdNn2h4zUs0ZHT07i4yoWmzTy4HaMOAdgdIXq1KDWFx/s400/DSC_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619310384364858914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My mom and dad.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg11VVXgK37BwMPfdr9VzNXHB-aqHn8Cjo_U4blqQV8ah8WtohVyfG7vPTp6-yDwx2Q7s3aSYzE0rXX3E28SVERHwuqT2KShCKajFQHyNEjRxafJpyJIApHbGeitbGwsP1TJDL-siqmUAwY/s1600/DSC_0260.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg11VVXgK37BwMPfdr9VzNXHB-aqHn8Cjo_U4blqQV8ah8WtohVyfG7vPTp6-yDwx2Q7s3aSYzE0rXX3E28SVERHwuqT2KShCKajFQHyNEjRxafJpyJIApHbGeitbGwsP1TJDL-siqmUAwY/s400/DSC_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619310375738664866" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My mother-in-law.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj62uJ_vTuSYg45yLIbeHth65E2B66A-VOodwMO2Vv8ZmRdYzXFjVQhKBY8Vt7OAr0RnbBHGJsFvjYroH511GKADEO1gSmnd7gUGjy6M7X6ao0rvmrxE7-TRt0_u3PNT7shGHHdfjhSSC0F/s1600/DSC_0268.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj62uJ_vTuSYg45yLIbeHth65E2B66A-VOodwMO2Vv8ZmRdYzXFjVQhKBY8Vt7OAr0RnbBHGJsFvjYroH511GKADEO1gSmnd7gUGjy6M7X6ao0rvmrxE7-TRt0_u3PNT7shGHHdfjhSSC0F/s400/DSC_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619310372190076306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We so greatly appreciate every load of laundry you washed, every meal you made (even had some left in the freezer for later), every floor you swept, every dish you washed, every bath you gave, every rough night you endured with Emma, every morning you got up with the kids so Jamie could sleep a little longer, every outing you took the kids on, every ride to school you gave, every medication you administered, every errand you ran, every book you read, every game you played, every hug you gave.<br /><br />Thank you.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">*Chelsea lived with us for 3 months, but do i have any pictures of her? No. She was usually the one taking them. Don't think that means we love you any less though, Chels!<br /></div></div>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-39410397112385262182011-04-17T17:22:00.001-07:002011-04-17T17:50:32.989-07:00Emma's One!<div style="text-align: center;">Okay she's been one for over a month now, but we were thrilled nonetheless. Emma is such a fun addition to our family. She has a sweet personality that is getting bigger all the time. She loves her brothers. Parker can always get her to laugh and often makes her cry. She has two teeth on the bottom and four on top. She is a mess when she has teeth coming in, more so than either of the boys were. She's a pretty good eater and is getting better at trying new things. <br /><br />She is very much a daddy's girl. Emma can't get enough of Jamie. She is often grabbing at his legs to be picked up and her favorite place is in his arms.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Emma did a pretty good job with the cake.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZvJ4WRIPCFlB71yu80Z3a9Tr4c2GWsGeXues1dd8Qx6GkiAt4ZpJ6dkFVhy4EKZI6-1hwYDWOmFOJwzs4uQcfGrFIutumbo3fX_YVpj-mkkQsJupdWQ83LcsVHBWNBUpoWjJLhw-I6XR/s1600/DSC_4972.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZvJ4WRIPCFlB71yu80Z3a9Tr4c2GWsGeXues1dd8Qx6GkiAt4ZpJ6dkFVhy4EKZI6-1hwYDWOmFOJwzs4uQcfGrFIutumbo3fX_YVpj-mkkQsJupdWQ83LcsVHBWNBUpoWjJLhw-I6XR/s400/DSC_4972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596713137577329922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I went pretty simple on the smash cake, but I thought is was cute.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJf8xM8hC20bmF7O3zTCXmJf1UZUAzuEiH2kT9Pn0w6POVIFjLLngTj8ebWGTvkyOCptfXymgafM8u-ohv2jiiTNJzhMer-7FB9tlQdVE8PGY79Egr1e_i1sZC64EBNIoxy2zIYbNz8BpL/s1600/DSC_4947.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJf8xM8hC20bmF7O3zTCXmJf1UZUAzuEiH2kT9Pn0w6POVIFjLLngTj8ebWGTvkyOCptfXymgafM8u-ohv2jiiTNJzhMer-7FB9tlQdVE8PGY79Egr1e_i1sZC64EBNIoxy2zIYbNz8BpL/s400/DSC_4947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596713134764693890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Turns out, Emma loves bubbles.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A3K9NCyjFoK9xa9iED0YuMHF0D1vQpcBEEflu2KgHVt1C85ZHLCXBKUDfzK1ctuXSJHK1Stgy04lLQ6h3v17T0sLv-CotTeHmkZVSliVZSSlDNQuvgV9vZcV4mg7sSVT1f-c97EjkHbp/s1600/bubbles3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A3K9NCyjFoK9xa9iED0YuMHF0D1vQpcBEEflu2KgHVt1C85ZHLCXBKUDfzK1ctuXSJHK1Stgy04lLQ6h3v17T0sLv-CotTeHmkZVSliVZSSlDNQuvgV9vZcV4mg7sSVT1f-c97EjkHbp/s400/bubbles3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596713132022132642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Her butterfly cake that Jamie made. Designing girl cakes will add a new element of challenge in his cake making career. So far so good.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDEAhsqXYJ6aCoFshVYFWv3QVOnYyvh59UlmEWV8U1pbDy2KB-xmWpnVc-qCxZ2_tkbbeV7wZTqnrvECp6L4gqFRh8isVS0GEio09MgRAAFKE0EPI_5-iAbHBhQXQ9bWfQtI95BqXw8-GG/s1600/cake2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDEAhsqXYJ6aCoFshVYFWv3QVOnYyvh59UlmEWV8U1pbDy2KB-xmWpnVc-qCxZ2_tkbbeV7wZTqnrvECp6L4gqFRh8isVS0GEio09MgRAAFKE0EPI_5-iAbHBhQXQ9bWfQtI95BqXw8-GG/s400/cake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596713127813045906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It was fun to celebrate her and we were happy that despite Parker's best efforts, she survived the first year.<br /></div>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-78634659132210589812011-03-11T22:17:00.000-08:002011-03-11T23:00:29.269-08:00My Story<div style="text-align: center;"><br />It was four months ago today that I first heard the words "concerning for cancer".<br /><br /> I had been having some pains on my right side over Halloween weekend and after seeing my doctor and being sent for an ultrasound because of suspected gallstones, they saw my gallbladder was clear but that I had lesions on my liver. That started the flurry of tests and procedures that would lead to my surgery in November where about a foot of my sigmoid colon, my right ovary, and 14 lymph nodes were removed. It was not longer after being home from the hospital that I got the phone call confirming that I had Stage 4 colon cancer.<br /><br />This is a picture of my first round of chemo on December 14.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kqBZuwNtuKsYZs79oFrpSJTP_34Ez93clX5-LUEM0z8N5ApTko3Ru63e-USeFCQUPkrPp2kP8p5HBtVM3NN76ManG0jFd09sFjCtPCknwOvxL-_ii9PsaYXyzKCsta4gKZkBJDZaUtIi/s1600/IMG00078-20101214-0956.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/AVvXsEj-kqBZuwNtuKsYZs79oFrpSJTP_34Ez93clX5-LUEM0z8N5ApTko3Ru63e-USeFCQUPkrPp2kP8p5HBtVM3NN76ManG0jFd09sFjCtPCknwOvxL-_ii9PsaYXyzKCsta4gKZkBJDZaUtIi/s400/IMG00078-20101214-0956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583073888872349410" border="0" /></a><br />I had round #7 this week. My treatment is FOLFOX (an acronym for my 3 chemo cocktail) plus Erbitux. I go in every week for Erbitux, which is a growth inhibitor (stops new cancer cells from growing) and every other week for my actual chemotherapy. On chemo days, I'm in the chair about 5 or 6 hours. By the end I've had up to 7 IV bags infused into my port-a-catheter -- the awesome device surgically implanted under my skin on my chest, it saves my veins from getting stuck every week.<br /><br />I'm expecting to have a CT Scan done next month to see where things stand. My blood work shows that it is going in the right direction and we are cautiously optimistic. I have no idea how many rounds I have left. When we first met with my oncologist, she said we just treat it until it's gone. I thought that sounded like a pretty good plan. She said it would be at least 10 treatments, maybe 20. <br /><br />At this point, I live pretty day to day. I try to enjoy my kids on the days I feel good, and sleep on the days I don't. I have so many pulling for me and that means the world. I know I have many, many prayers going out on my behalf and on behalf of my family and I am so grateful.<br /><br />Thank you. Thank you to the many that love me, love my kids, love my husband, bring us food, send notes, emails, texts messages, flowers...the list goes on. I am humbled by your support and love, it makes me stronger and fight harder.<br /><br />Thank you to my army. I love you.<br /></div>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-42035579166646277912011-03-07T21:18:00.000-08:002011-03-07T21:26:23.174-08:00Emma<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyIaBJUry0iEmtXKkhG7BrU9lS0_MJi85EdPkVQj98ApER0riC1KCC5feDeF68bT5v1WbX1AnylFbNVzdtnTqPbGGwJyk5wyXoALSFENsgj3swHHSLfPJgmaHhG7eXkeYLabfvsW0hCu6u/s1600/DSC_3448.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyIaBJUry0iEmtXKkhG7BrU9lS0_MJi85EdPkVQj98ApER0riC1KCC5feDeF68bT5v1WbX1AnylFbNVzdtnTqPbGGwJyk5wyXoALSFENsgj3swHHSLfPJgmaHhG7eXkeYLabfvsW0hCu6u/s400/DSC_3448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581574652079188994" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This picture was taken about a month ago to document her standing. Now she is practically running, or at least she thinks she is. She started walking about 3 weeks ago and her speed and stability continue to increase. We think she figured she needed to be able to move quicker to stay out of Parker's reach. So far it hasn't really helped, he still gets her.<br /></div>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-77597982877245734172011-02-13T23:03:00.000-08:002011-02-14T23:21:26.365-08:00Parker is Finally 4!<div style="text-align: center;">How cute is this 4 year old?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmCd668Go2jWS2K1GBOZWX4e0BHq2Asbd28eM3dFejyrEeOdtZyJrtCqV59mU0cUlPf8DX4cv7NrbDTXtdobulBwz6VI77mF_gOjVcpPiWrOCPN0096dzHzANedRJsPqfG2aOPONny98AO/s1600/DSC_4084.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmCd668Go2jWS2K1GBOZWX4e0BHq2Asbd28eM3dFejyrEeOdtZyJrtCqV59mU0cUlPf8DX4cv7NrbDTXtdobulBwz6VI77mF_gOjVcpPiWrOCPN0096dzHzANedRJsPqfG2aOPONny98AO/s400/DSC_4084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573809551246013026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Parker has been asking several times a day since before Christmas if he is 4 yet. His Birthday couldn’t have come soon enough. He has been “3 and ½” for so long. To celebrate, he wanted an “Angry Birds” party to represent his favorite game on the iPad. We had a fun time despite trying to keep it fairly low key. Parker was in heaven.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Angry Bird Toss in the Backyard<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JRh6mFxfXCxlXhPRpdzIrWJEfn-RW4MqwkspFhQMIaQV4ymuFdFuhUWwXpgdNhlSEW_RYv-zU3dWkk0gGEyT3hkSxL3ueLnOuI_Wpikm90-m3NaL6rZ7UXvoc9qd-h39a5DVTrnzGREt/s1600/DSC_4120.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JRh6mFxfXCxlXhPRpdzIrWJEfn-RW4MqwkspFhQMIaQV4ymuFdFuhUWwXpgdNhlSEW_RYv-zU3dWkk0gGEyT3hkSxL3ueLnOuI_Wpikm90-m3NaL6rZ7UXvoc9qd-h39a5DVTrnzGREt/s400/DSC_4120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573810043212721714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />A raucous game of “Stomp the Pig”<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheyRWCrpcJtZaSRfLDRlpUgljwb3u24dpTEysWXvRhSldnh-4E98xhl0nPliETg8aomo8EntUwPQZWzKQouSBD-dYMcWANokLnbnBSOrjdYsGncdLCPzv-an5bvSRnWbXRV5UIHbOz3HON/s1600/02-13-2011+096.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheyRWCrpcJtZaSRfLDRlpUgljwb3u24dpTEysWXvRhSldnh-4E98xhl0nPliETg8aomo8EntUwPQZWzKQouSBD-dYMcWANokLnbnBSOrjdYsGncdLCPzv-an5bvSRnWbXRV5UIHbOz3HON/s400/02-13-2011+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573810338981700194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />A wild game of “Bird, Bird, Pig”<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iWPJMLMKsxRsPzeYzZuHtOLw8xFacq8aKA5IQ6Yyx5D_pHqEFQqjYhQbxQ1OrAb1pZ1X4P_ki0PKakIDGFspNgh3UBH_i3KI3RDI7qYW3pTgQbf2wr4I6Cg-f60JXxYj-wDXY7Cz8tMq/s1600/DSC_4156.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iWPJMLMKsxRsPzeYzZuHtOLw8xFacq8aKA5IQ6Yyx5D_pHqEFQqjYhQbxQ1OrAb1pZ1X4P_ki0PKakIDGFspNgh3UBH_i3KI3RDI7qYW3pTgQbf2wr4I6Cg-f60JXxYj-wDXY7Cz8tMq/s400/DSC_4156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573810699822311154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />A fun King Pig cake with Angry Bird Cupcakes<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeimW265znRM0mb6llau_HEDMiKlqeOijcx-no3xoxHvXMyEc_KiW2ayepahP55uivmv9J8lDscOytJBos42sxfK72Ne_90qoFyLtVii2Ip8iCMrI91JyzYPVLmvQQjtmJQZ2akdU8cj8/s1600/DSC_4066.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeimW265znRM0mb6llau_HEDMiKlqeOijcx-no3xoxHvXMyEc_KiW2ayepahP55uivmv9J8lDscOytJBos42sxfK72Ne_90qoFyLtVii2Ip8iCMrI91JyzYPVLmvQQjtmJQZ2akdU8cj8/s400/DSC_4066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573808964957986642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Happy Birthday Parker!</div></div></div>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-70375298366940929652011-01-30T20:56:00.000-08:002011-02-03T10:18:26.100-08:00De-evolution of a Goat<div style="text-align: center;">Jamie was really bored around Christmas, so he decided to grow a goatee for 2 weeks.<span style=""> </span>When it was time to say goodbye to his new found friend, he shaved it off in stages resulting in various looks that will never again be repeated. Warning:<span style=""> </span>Viewing these pictures will cause nightmares.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><br />The Goat / Evil Jamie<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYzFtNARgD8LKh-P1vlsCJ_xs6uQH3HwjHO3Ct7mFKQa3H0FQ6oe6qdLnn30oAOXaIcdQ8efvGJYOmxrhUeKEYFs_HvSivqJkfSRFzyX44H2-v1EGTNBiYtoU5E0UI4cejzJoit6MPo4cl/s1600/Pic1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYzFtNARgD8LKh-P1vlsCJ_xs6uQH3HwjHO3Ct7mFKQa3H0FQ6oe6qdLnn30oAOXaIcdQ8efvGJYOmxrhUeKEYFs_HvSivqJkfSRFzyX44H2-v1EGTNBiYtoU5E0UI4cejzJoit6MPo4cl/s640/Pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568209794426869858" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />The Dodgeball<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiCCi54DTCESqtQZJDB5uj2s5ou3C4SitLeHfMzv9rhneQFNY4YL5hfQtwIz4fK_NTOlf2ZJ6xX5_Y_JHzuVNymCG8RE_OoMsNQPq57FGwlcY3JQZXqk_0x44y1GNXvLZdE4k68nA9wmA/s1600/Pic2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiCCi54DTCESqtQZJDB5uj2s5ou3C4SitLeHfMzv9rhneQFNY4YL5hfQtwIz4fK_NTOlf2ZJ6xX5_Y_JHzuVNymCG8RE_OoMsNQPq57FGwlcY3JQZXqk_0x44y1GNXvLZdE4k68nA9wmA/s640/Pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568210348383641890" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />80’s Metal Band<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiux4uq1_nvCF9FLFJHH1X67WphxMlLcMNmYn6tv-gZDn72eNoK4aYs7VGPR5ohMtAOvtfSM4SwAkjOjA7lV8s1cX92W4ilE4QCJtOXtSfsbXbTCR8rJQycDWH0TUDWbZnaznQkmGGYUKqd/s1600/Pic3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiux4uq1_nvCF9FLFJHH1X67WphxMlLcMNmYn6tv-gZDn72eNoK4aYs7VGPR5ohMtAOvtfSM4SwAkjOjA7lV8s1cX92W4ilE4QCJtOXtSfsbXbTCR8rJQycDWH0TUDWbZnaznQkmGGYUKqd/s640/Pic3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568210651604864290" border="0" /></a></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Molestache / 70’s Bike Cop<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDT-OZzxPwPcXQLBrTA6hxt9mBL_-bElsFmwBmyygYPjKatzHEsDZO0X-i8pVp0Ps6wjrYurZTZS4WH7nOAVvNUJRMIQndBspwohyphenhyphenpnHRIFGFzllrjx2CPiwDZz0l5Bfnxt0fEeCAI8cdj/s1600/Pic4.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSrIrKGAkxpmwkkO8YxgFhsGxmoviquwJaV7TcmYkxaL5BWXCJRqKTenlYcOJowegdouoU_bgyKpoKMYRUqopRRf3nhLxm_bOLwZIDJYqZyVWWn9Ug2dtEgYn4-UdtZPBHlvzohoo7vEob/s640/IMG00054-20101206-1144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548190508220952706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />If my 3 year old can be this relaxed, there should be no complaints from grown ups about a trip to the dentist. Oh, and this was his first time ever to the dentist. He just needs a remote and a (root) beer.<br /></div>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421873976254619643.post-86731340532735710652010-11-07T19:16:00.000-08:002010-11-07T19:36:11.754-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />There will be a short intermission as we re-group from the last several weeks. It all began when my grandma passed away the first weekend in October. A week after returning from her funeral, I got mastitis. The next weekend I had severe pain and will soon have an ultrasound to determine if I have gallstones. Parker got a peanut M&M at our church Halloween party (we didn't need to go to the hospital because I think we caught him on the first M&M) and then this weekend he fell off the toilet and hit his head on the tub. He was knocked out cold. We took him to the ER and had a CT Scan done. Thankfully, there was no internal bleeding or injury, but he did have a concussion. He wasn't able to keep anything down for 2 days and we began to worry about dehydration. He seems to have almost entirely recovered tonight and will just continue to get his strength back in the next few days. Of course, throughout all of this, Jamie was traveling 4 days a week for the last 3 weeks.<br /><br />Know that we are okay, just tired and a little overwhelmed. We are grateful that nothing was worse than it was and that each of these events were over a weekend so Jamie was home at the time.<br /><br />Bring on the holidays!!<br /></div>sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649078998351259633noreply@blogger.com7