tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395848247603957812024-03-05T12:18:17.161-05:00Dandelions 365My daily contributions to Project 365.~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-91011428718859782262011-01-26T23:43:00.001-05:002011-01-27T00:49:44.277-05:00TWENTY SIX<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gqzEYO-nqBBUPNu0DQI3nK05LGlDNt-zJLReAIgeFW5AKWep6-yl2Ft_6gSVrDEbemAxqYKvdHf5HwGB6oRuf2ZeLpcZQvXCylqoQOd2iHdRpQo0VKZts8pZG7JOlKbl2aALM9bJpVzh/s1600/100_5197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gqzEYO-nqBBUPNu0DQI3nK05LGlDNt-zJLReAIgeFW5AKWep6-yl2Ft_6gSVrDEbemAxqYKvdHf5HwGB6oRuf2ZeLpcZQvXCylqoQOd2iHdRpQo0VKZts8pZG7JOlKbl2aALM9bJpVzh/s320/100_5197.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our Valentine's Day themed sensory tub. The kids love to play with these and will spend a great deal of time mixing, sifting, pouring and creating. This one is white rice with red heart confetti, red porcupine balls, pink heart picks and their sticks, Valentine's erasers, wooden hearts, wooden bowl, wooden scoop, a red jewel and soap roses. Micah watched me make the majority of it and he kept peering into the tub and saying "Oooh! Pretty!" He is going to be thrilled when he gets to play with it tomorrow. Laural will love it too and the big fun will be keeping them from fighting over it.</div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-32683223266496489782011-01-25T14:49:00.000-05:002011-01-27T00:56:12.049-05:00TWENTY FIVE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HhgSuWGr4RO-MiDSD8-oApRDfRZEL4NJNCU6fmKKo5exvkIBDW18sv2yC5btsBgsSeqjmCI89ayCkptoAjzBWugFDxnLBq9fIvG9pI2OF5t3URcvP5n5sMx1gPfZjA0Jv6TKX03r0wvo/s1600/100_5200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HhgSuWGr4RO-MiDSD8-oApRDfRZEL4NJNCU6fmKKo5exvkIBDW18sv2yC5btsBgsSeqjmCI89ayCkptoAjzBWugFDxnLBq9fIvG9pI2OF5t3URcvP5n5sMx1gPfZjA0Jv6TKX03r0wvo/s320/100_5200.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We are in full Mario Madness here! We decided to go with a Super Mario Brothers theme for Micah's birthday party this year since he just adores watching daddy play it on the Wii or watching the Mario Brothers cartoons on netflix. I found a website with totally cute figures you can print out on your printer and then with some cutting and folding, end up with something like Mario here. Awesome. These will definitely be used for birthday decorations. There is also Luigi, Piranha Plant, Goomba, Toad, various blocks and other stuff too. Micah is going to flip for this one!</div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-43963068121228546822011-01-17T02:30:00.000-05:002011-01-18T00:58:05.350-05:00SEVENTEEN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GKgjOMz4hgY1vHUT-Ft2XRPwaQAnoJB413kxb0iK-MMauy3eeeI-cwln3S5lzRm4wj7t6yprp1l9Hb37HV8GUyRDmCl96yHEOi-EOOhD3AcejzAWcsGjx5yPgo59hwVVSDw5vD5g0Lai/s1600/100_5163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GKgjOMz4hgY1vHUT-Ft2XRPwaQAnoJB413kxb0iK-MMauy3eeeI-cwln3S5lzRm4wj7t6yprp1l9Hb37HV8GUyRDmCl96yHEOi-EOOhD3AcejzAWcsGjx5yPgo59hwVVSDw5vD5g0Lai/s320/100_5163.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Laural had a sleep walking episode in the wee hours of the morning. She came in to my room, a bit confused and carrying a pair of Micah's pajamas. She looked like she was trying to straighten them so she could put them on. I asked if she was cold. No response. I told her she had Micah's jammies and she just stared at me. I asked her what she was doing. She mumbled something like "I just..." and trailed off. Then she sat down in her chair at the end of my bed. I couldn't see her at this point. I waited a minute before going around the bed to see this. She was fast asleep. I picked her up and took her out to get her back to bed. Too cute. </div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-30898876866660595852011-01-16T21:30:00.001-05:002011-01-18T00:33:35.535-05:00SIXTEEN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwl7DmxFLlNCKgjaRlEZn5AO3pLsmVCccfFtrCWcvA7CRdYr19Qbx9k-b7NhzWxXIsNmvS4S9WlFiRpiAKJeb1Cch-iIYNwzscCvo-AoYKPoLXl5RyFsrMF5J-m_rmWA1IKGuzE5cHPGc/s1600/0116111118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwl7DmxFLlNCKgjaRlEZn5AO3pLsmVCccfFtrCWcvA7CRdYr19Qbx9k-b7NhzWxXIsNmvS4S9WlFiRpiAKJeb1Cch-iIYNwzscCvo-AoYKPoLXl5RyFsrMF5J-m_rmWA1IKGuzE5cHPGc/s320/0116111118.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Micah, my cute little man, sitting like a big boy in church today. He sat and looked through each of the books in the pew - the Bible, Hymn Book and Chorus Book. He's growing up so fast!</div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-4726916861029889852011-01-15T23:32:00.000-05:002011-01-18T00:57:39.116-05:00FIFTEEN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7D1i1zZ26g3hXMoD32MGcR1DFP5BjLLhsnsJ-VukUOD2PQIyxnxvCnWytenIViKm867kWPaHex_077EIVGAinEDnToGBnlwA1m8WVimm5Gqt0fa6HKknDuFkth0Qqn96BEHIy8TBWeXD/s1600/100_5157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7D1i1zZ26g3hXMoD32MGcR1DFP5BjLLhsnsJ-VukUOD2PQIyxnxvCnWytenIViKm867kWPaHex_077EIVGAinEDnToGBnlwA1m8WVimm5Gqt0fa6HKknDuFkth0Qqn96BEHIy8TBWeXD/s320/100_5157.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Micah has been getting better and better at drawing. Today, he was saying, over and over, "two eyes, a nose and a mouth!" As he said each thing, he would draw what he said. It was so cute. He would draw a face, erase it and start again. I'm glad I had my camera handy to catch one of his many faces.</div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-32577160503674246832011-01-14T03:58:00.001-05:002011-01-18T01:02:22.893-05:00FOURTEEN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiouMwxdRPE_A3K30aiZztjHNvvMZtzzgt4Ds7MKtzSypyN-LC6MfXAePn5oGvnkZ9HKRwziTSk8NtNPTg2st622FTnSHDGr_hgq47lwSWmns-Vgdc_7xRt8HXuCWrUWe-z4KN2ItZ7WHdi/s1600/0117110308a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiouMwxdRPE_A3K30aiZztjHNvvMZtzzgt4Ds7MKtzSypyN-LC6MfXAePn5oGvnkZ9HKRwziTSk8NtNPTg2st622FTnSHDGr_hgq47lwSWmns-Vgdc_7xRt8HXuCWrUWe-z4KN2ItZ7WHdi/s320/0117110308a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My sleeping beauty. Laural usually wakes up a few times a week and makes her way into my bed. Fast asleep and looking sweet and peaceful, I snapped her pic. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I had left my camera at home so I tried to capture them using my cell phone camera. I wish I had brought my camera so I could have actually captured the detail of these little beauties. I suppose that this will have to do and I will have to remember to keep my camera on me everywhere I go.</div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-36682918266277324932011-01-12T19:09:00.001-05:002011-01-18T01:13:27.928-05:00TWELVE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNocDCsK3ciK4Dg2sqZP-aE8j7G0dKJmq0gclmKvp1Dk3cpZxVpifI9fzhSXtPmKVZqa-NnB47v-N1GMPzWnmC33S_CyrvVoAnSB8SfHw2kAtkx-OLKsZSdBNsbdy4hWVhPN3XXGG-piO/s1600/0112111551.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNocDCsK3ciK4Dg2sqZP-aE8j7G0dKJmq0gclmKvp1Dk3cpZxVpifI9fzhSXtPmKVZqa-NnB47v-N1GMPzWnmC33S_CyrvVoAnSB8SfHw2kAtkx-OLKsZSdBNsbdy4hWVhPN3XXGG-piO/s320/0112111551.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While we were out perusing the clearance aisles at Walmart, we happened upon a pair of light-up reindeer antlers - complete with ears! Laural had to give them a try. Yes, we ended up buying them. </div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-37929436988114438732011-01-11T18:13:00.001-05:002011-01-18T01:17:48.015-05:00ELEVEN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbV_8EkFWk_MAENWfZ9NP708dRee91ZELivb-aP8CJ36kxcO7In_FgG432UPclqtpV1tBhjcAkI29poHRjj71sac82Ya1S4HAQxB9fEFgjZxcjIyelYfy_8t8vWGLzhvA_NRON_GqQxJff/s1600/100_5155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbV_8EkFWk_MAENWfZ9NP708dRee91ZELivb-aP8CJ36kxcO7In_FgG432UPclqtpV1tBhjcAkI29poHRjj71sac82Ya1S4HAQxB9fEFgjZxcjIyelYfy_8t8vWGLzhvA_NRON_GqQxJff/s320/100_5155.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-G-WgtwIDLg8sLYBuoLd739EkdqBJu4nvMeKw8IZT4G-80XEglC5kUF6imO8hoAs9ODooW-WAaNXH1M158t9z3IP2zN9P0krCtc-cJgE1wRaj1nuzIDzkmTlhDnClSGl2GIyv9xtAakF/s1600/100_5154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-G-WgtwIDLg8sLYBuoLd739EkdqBJu4nvMeKw8IZT4G-80XEglC5kUF6imO8hoAs9ODooW-WAaNXH1M158t9z3IP2zN9P0krCtc-cJgE1wRaj1nuzIDzkmTlhDnClSGl2GIyv9xtAakF/s320/100_5154.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wow. As we were brushing Laural's hair, she set her glasses down and guess who saw them and thought it would be a great idea to try them on? What a different boy he looks like with glasses on! </div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-28312767496901347972011-01-09T14:48:00.000-05:002011-01-18T00:52:16.611-05:00NINE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdo2zi1qT2xo8ao_Nneh-nrZzv52A2shYkP5JPuQV9Wrq4l_dS6suCxVChATcDxKqhLc7T9pGLxddsEW5cGZ-OFdXv-88Akv97iN96RWkxlm35AwncZVXpd4G75sDQGylXWj8BciWHGre2/s1600/100_5153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdo2zi1qT2xo8ao_Nneh-nrZzv52A2shYkP5JPuQV9Wrq4l_dS6suCxVChATcDxKqhLc7T9pGLxddsEW5cGZ-OFdXv-88Akv97iN96RWkxlm35AwncZVXpd4G75sDQGylXWj8BciWHGre2/s320/100_5153.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, I'm strange. I took a picture of meat. I was making cheddar brats and as I cooked them, I arranged them in a hexagon for a shape lesson for the kids. Yes, everything can be used for a teaching moment.</div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-45995816351657103122011-01-08T17:43:00.001-05:002011-01-18T00:47:27.938-05:00EIGHT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VFrUnJOaVU4f-ClhyCpEmlK2muoVK7rCr6cJBoTH5WCwLNAGZK9GEhyphenhyphenKi8H7Uax494V-i0cGI2Mxtt21ad6_qxljm37Q7EfAjcncVikzJf5kkYWf1gtP6vswG7Rn1gGgGWNHTt32HEZ3/s1600/100_5150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VFrUnJOaVU4f-ClhyCpEmlK2muoVK7rCr6cJBoTH5WCwLNAGZK9GEhyphenhyphenKi8H7Uax494V-i0cGI2Mxtt21ad6_qxljm37Q7EfAjcncVikzJf5kkYWf1gtP6vswG7Rn1gGgGWNHTt32HEZ3/s320/100_5150.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On our way to Grove City, there is a phone company relay station. Outside the shed, there is a chair, sad & lonely, facing into the woods. It amused me and I tried to get a pic of it as we drove past. Unfortunately, a phone pole jumped in front of us as I snapped the pic. Oh well.</div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-77376024145649729992011-01-07T12:34:00.001-05:002011-01-18T00:42:49.958-05:00SEVEN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpTY5SAbuKcz-PmFYLvdLfl0OXF6ILrFTIQcmqrjC4UYaEbSpJGxShZFW2ytVhGKE_x0or-a0MzewDFueE9AXJ2AT2X5U_BkygxoYgV5Ntap3-tO-4xchXovMvHGPXi8FD9RrJaiu5mERT/s1600/100_5149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpTY5SAbuKcz-PmFYLvdLfl0OXF6ILrFTIQcmqrjC4UYaEbSpJGxShZFW2ytVhGKE_x0or-a0MzewDFueE9AXJ2AT2X5U_BkygxoYgV5Ntap3-tO-4xchXovMvHGPXi8FD9RrJaiu5mERT/s320/100_5149.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Micah: 1, Mommy: 0. Micah doesn't like to go to sleep right away at bedtime, so he spends his time doing a variety of things. He jumps and bounces in his bed, throws everything out of his bed and strips himself down to his diaper. I decided to try to prevent his nightly strip down by putting a diaper pin under the zipper. I figured if he couldn't get the zipper down, the jammies would stay on. Well, my little man outfoxed me again. He got the zipper down under the pin and got his legs out but the pin did keep him from being able to get his arms out. When I checked in on him, this is what I saw. A half stripped, fast asleep little boy. </div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-6170214037705764032011-01-06T22:59:00.000-05:002011-01-06T22:59:01.076-05:00SIX<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjni5NjSUKR2VAPpQjNpiXEAto5B53ZthqFX4p0lEJcj5YZ9_tSqeZr7Ub-SA_d6-1knbGT0h_i7uqR0RDcy_ycnnkq8kzrAIJgzaqgjAf_4MeioWJuvBhDBXq3RW14WFiI3Aal8UmKWX_3/s1600/0106112022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjni5NjSUKR2VAPpQjNpiXEAto5B53ZthqFX4p0lEJcj5YZ9_tSqeZr7Ub-SA_d6-1knbGT0h_i7uqR0RDcy_ycnnkq8kzrAIJgzaqgjAf_4MeioWJuvBhDBXq3RW14WFiI3Aal8UmKWX_3/s320/0106112022.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My son drew me a sun.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Micah is really starting to learn some control when it comes to drawing. He is actually taking some time and concentrating on what he is doing and trying to make pictures instead of general scribbles. He was so very proud of the picture he drew me. He just makes my heart swell sometimes. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I made homemade tortillas today using my new tortilla press and kept them hot in the tortilla keeper - both Christmas presents from my mother-in-law. So yummy! We had tortillas for lunch and dinner today!</div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-33265442515765313472011-01-05T17:03:00.001-05:002011-01-05T17:11:39.167-05:00FIVE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfNi9RHW806bHHaVABGicoRrXAnC2pSYlOj0rvuR9jv7GLmAOBR6r1umJsxru9rXAtd6q3yPlokz0wL98NHNJ0xA0l9DL6ZgC6oyYfZwd_e_ZImtbGQ6Q9XBqiQHOyN3B67LVue5FQwyr/s1600/100_5139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfNi9RHW806bHHaVABGicoRrXAnC2pSYlOj0rvuR9jv7GLmAOBR6r1umJsxru9rXAtd6q3yPlokz0wL98NHNJ0xA0l9DL6ZgC6oyYfZwd_e_ZImtbGQ6Q9XBqiQHOyN3B67LVue5FQwyr/s320/100_5139.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Purple House</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Between where I live and where I do some of my grocery shopping is a house we know as "The Purple House." I don't know who lives there or anything about the house except that every time we drive by it, we can't help but say to ourselves, "That is one purple house!" It was snowing and grey today when I snapped the picture as we were driving by (Steve was driving, in case there was any question) so you can't fully appreciate the brightness of the purple house. But let me assure you - it is one purple house! I think I'd really like to see a pink cadillac parked outside of it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">PS. I want to be clear that we like the purple house and are not making fun of it. I don't think I would ever paint my house purple but a big "woohoo!" to the people who did!</div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-7235459407012617392011-01-04T18:00:00.000-05:002011-01-04T18:00:43.900-05:00FOUR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEhiSzJ5Ih1qlu8ydy6KGwZ1-5__g4vwpwoguR2h7Xo1-7YGOtQF4DYUrBsNaUQuZPMihdlh9nrq_RlT7vPU9sHIgD1Ij1hn2IPrhmj1EPpodpqa38GxgmSsDaH94VksfYE83GZfxiSu6a/s1600/100_5126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEhiSzJ5Ih1qlu8ydy6KGwZ1-5__g4vwpwoguR2h7Xo1-7YGOtQF4DYUrBsNaUQuZPMihdlh9nrq_RlT7vPU9sHIgD1Ij1hn2IPrhmj1EPpodpqa38GxgmSsDaH94VksfYE83GZfxiSu6a/s320/100_5126.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Guess who just got a haircut?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is the after picture of Micah's 2nd haircut. His 1st haircut was just about a year ago. He looks so sweet and like such a big boy with his new short do, but I already miss those sweet curly locks. After 3 people mistaking him for a girl yesterday, though, I decided it was time. I've been putting it off and yesterday wasn't the 1st time he was thought to be a girl while we were out and about. </div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-47826026949281414942011-01-03T23:16:00.000-05:002011-01-04T17:52:28.400-05:00THREE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0qpD6skZReQQ7_Wvj4nY7atVZwJrud-94Z8P2BLUuoRvhHlbg_7fkEjd7vZl7plGzerrVaF6IoPau2gl0yAMS79Wb5gAFebY_jqhQdLxnOYpqNAYpnSXJ84uySx5oltBORcHuHxYd9DH6/s1600/0103111906a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0qpD6skZReQQ7_Wvj4nY7atVZwJrud-94Z8P2BLUuoRvhHlbg_7fkEjd7vZl7plGzerrVaF6IoPau2gl0yAMS79Wb5gAFebY_jqhQdLxnOYpqNAYpnSXJ84uySx5oltBORcHuHxYd9DH6/s320/0103111906a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our 1st Muffin Tin Meal of the year and the 1st we've done one in over two months. Since I've been sick, I just didn't have the energy to think about and plan out anything fancy. I'm almost ashamed to say that we have relied heavily on take-out, pre-packaged and convenience foods for the past couple months. Now that my strength is slowly returning, we are returning to good home-cooked meals again.</div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-37625093105308052882011-01-02T21:46:00.000-05:002011-01-04T17:51:47.563-05:00TWO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3OIVGKslj1CIa5s6wN7xvNocIhpENCxhifFZ_3sn-m2GowsOsGPfcieAJAwXLsVVvS_7LAW3ggMOJdq81v1trGRcLNOa10uoUGTSGPMPwas-Sq-tFqMpFSitG6RMJl4DnlKpcmk2WsNQA/s1600/100_5080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3OIVGKslj1CIa5s6wN7xvNocIhpENCxhifFZ_3sn-m2GowsOsGPfcieAJAwXLsVVvS_7LAW3ggMOJdq81v1trGRcLNOa10uoUGTSGPMPwas-Sq-tFqMpFSitG6RMJl4DnlKpcmk2WsNQA/s320/100_5080.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kitchen Dance Party!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> My kids love to dance. Most of the time, the dancing is in the form of simply jumping up and down. We have regular kitchen dance parties in our house. Here, we have my two jumping beans getting down (and up) to a little Apollo 440.</div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-57632043515877902462011-01-01T20:27:00.000-05:002011-01-04T17:53:22.051-05:00ONE<div style="text-align: justify;">Well, I managed to get almost a month with posting photos last year. I took pics every day until a couple weeks into February but I totally failed at posting them. So, this year, I am going to give it another go. Something tells me I should just give up and go for the Project 52 and just do one photo a week but I think I will try 365 once more. If I fail this year (I won't!), then next year, it's P52 for me. So here is Day 1.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Photo taken with my cell phone (poor quality) in my very messy bedroom. I would be more embarrassed if the mess in my room wasn't caused by the fact that very little has been accomplished during the 2 months that I've been ill. Once I am completely recovered (a few more weeks), I will have no excuse. </div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-89077195177219309582010-01-19T23:05:00.001-05:002010-01-20T00:11:52.003-05:00Nineteen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijl08_tVwImrda4T5WS1V-eyVYWAN3G1WxSkltxpWd_NtT5KdhdXKkDr3knY_9bOx3IJtiViZPWlklYQsvMsoOwPfaNLMR_im76Bf9HXSGugO6anKqJH5P5M1Eq6duuXlIzdHLqaJ5KXfB/s1600-h/100_2086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijl08_tVwImrda4T5WS1V-eyVYWAN3G1WxSkltxpWd_NtT5KdhdXKkDr3knY_9bOx3IJtiViZPWlklYQsvMsoOwPfaNLMR_im76Bf9HXSGugO6anKqJH5P5M1Eq6duuXlIzdHLqaJ5KXfB/s320/100_2086.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I saw a couple of Laural's Legos laying on the floor (where else?) and they looked a little like a heart the way they wereplaced, so I decided to take this pic of them. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My two little rascals, sitting in Grandpa's chair Sunday morning after spending the night at my parent's so Steve and I could see Rob's band play. Yes, my son is wearing pink pajamas that once belonged to his big sister. Don't judge me. <br />
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</div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-18360738087423634192010-01-14T23:17:00.001-05:002010-01-19T23:33:49.173-05:00Fourteen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJWdBnzCjNghXO7rGilKd-CgUln0tB-ijVUgIb08nfI-_STUT4WuU-BbqKdVodhyvBP8sdhDoox04EMzpg9EParOHBKCKqRHTKRpXJwJD2EPVfVst7fotwO5ktOIQokZIG-l2KpHw8VUo/s1600-h/100_2043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJWdBnzCjNghXO7rGilKd-CgUln0tB-ijVUgIb08nfI-_STUT4WuU-BbqKdVodhyvBP8sdhDoox04EMzpg9EParOHBKCKqRHTKRpXJwJD2EPVfVst7fotwO5ktOIQokZIG-l2KpHw8VUo/s320/100_2043.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Steve, throwing snowballs at the monster icicles hanging off the house that have been building for days and days now. He was somewhat successful.There seems to be fire coming out of his bum though.<br />
</div>~LKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10456220846939366385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139584824760395781.post-47915403227283626862010-01-13T23:11:00.000-05:002010-01-19T23:17:09.742-05:00Thirteen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyjc1m25iLnQ_cAjf7FpbCC1SWEugB4Zb2aqMxEhXrI-97c6VCfy1lZSh5kGtAkx8ItC9CGcT-fBR_RkiyQRfws6ImfbFUN_J7rXRbQCiafbQoLHpm74HWbcc1afQEXKIb9PuFdc8Scpm/s1600-h/100_2023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyjc1m25iLnQ_cAjf7FpbCC1SWEugB4Zb2aqMxEhXrI-97c6VCfy1lZSh5kGtAkx8ItC9CGcT-fBR_RkiyQRfws6ImfbFUN_J7rXRbQCiafbQoLHpm74HWbcc1afQEXKIb9PuFdc8Scpm/s320/100_2023.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Melyanna wanted some love and my arm was tired from petting her, so I grabbed my back scratcher and held it down for her. She continued to rub against it forquite some time. Here, she is really getting into it. <br />
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