tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259782232024-03-19T05:14:56.377-07:00pasty IS pretty...kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.comBlogger296125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-71515689628515373872013-06-06T08:24:00.002-07:002013-06-06T08:34:35.168-07:00Maggie is eight!So apparently this is now a birthday update blog. Sorry. Nevertheless, Maggie <i>did </i>have a birthday, she <i>is</i> now eight years old, and we <i>did</i> throw a party for her.<br />
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Maggie is thoughtful, considerate, and loves making little gifts and cards for others, especially if she knows they are feeling down. She likes to keep things neat and clean and will sometimes stay up past her bedtime to help me straighten up the house after the boys are all in bed. Maggie cannot go to bed unless mom and/or dad tuck her in and she absolutely cannot go to bed angry. She likes to make up stories for her little brothers- especially stories that make them laugh. Maggie still loves clothes and still changes her clothes <i>at least</i> once a day. Thankfully she has also learned how to help fold and put away laundry...<br />
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We love Maggie so much and we're glad that she is a part of our family! Happy 8th Birthday!<br />
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<b>Maggie's current Favorites:</b><br />
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<b>Food: </b> Hamburgers<br />
<b>Dessert: </b> Pumpkin Pie<br />
<b>Book: </b>The Phantom Toll Booth<br />
<b>Movie:</b> Shark Week<br />
<b>Color: </b>Purple<br />
<b>Song: </b> "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together", Taylor Swift<br />
<b>Subject in School: </b>Art<br />
<b>When I grow up I want to be:</b> a Marine Biologist<br />
<b>Best Friend:</b> Taij'a Anderson<br />
<b>Likes to: </b> draw pictures, color, do art, swim, go hiking, go running with mom*<br />
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*recently I participated in my first 5K... Maggie wanted to start coming running with me, and now when I go to the gym Maggie and I run 1 1/2 miles together before I start my workout. Her goal is to get up to 3 miles and then she and I want to do a 5K together. I'm proud of her for doing this and I'm having a lot of fun having this be our "thing" that we do together!kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-67754212761523940812013-01-16T15:39:00.000-08:002013-01-16T15:39:21.060-08:00Cash turned 6!Cash started Kindergarten this year, and although he likes it a lot, he also misses being away from home all day long. He is constantly requesting that I come visit him at lunch time (and I do. A lot. Do you think he'll still want lunch dates with me when he's in High School?) Cash is very sweet- he likes to tell me he loves me all the time (do you think he'll still do that when he's in High School?). He also gets a lot of attention from the little girls in his class, and every now and again I find love notes in his backpack...<br />
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Cash likes being a big brother and he likes to carry Henry around and "take care" of him. Henry gets included in all the pretend play that Cash and Oscar participate in- usually he's some kind of little brother animal that needs protecting from the "bad guys" who for some reason are always trying to attack a baby.<br />
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Cash's latest obsession is making paper airplanes. He'll come home from school and practically go through a whole ream of paper, just so he can make a "perfect" airplane. (On a side note, that will probably never happen unless someone else teaches him how to make a decent airplane... I'm his teacher for now, and my paper airplane skills are extremely lacking).<br />
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Cash is also getting pretty good at reading, and he likes to play games where I ask him to spell words and he sounds them out.<br />
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Cash sleeps on the top bunk, he prefers batman to superman, and he is really good at sneaking cookies from the cookie jar.<br />
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Cash's "Favorites":<br />
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<b>Food: </b> Pancakes <br />
<b>Dessert: </b> Vanilla Ice Cream<br />
<b>Movie:</b> The Avengers (wha? we let him watch that? huh.)<br />
<b>Fast Food: </b> Pamboos (that's what my kids call Panda Express).<br />
<b>Color: </b>White<br />
<b>Song: </b> "A Boy Named Sue", Johnny Cash<br />
<b>Subject in School: </b>P.E.<br />
<b>When I grow up I want to be:</b> A Ninja<br />
<b>Best Friend:</b> Malachi (in his Kindergarten class)<br />
<b>Likes to: </b> watch cartoons, play baseball, ride bikes<br />
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kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-25947583680804012922012-12-04T05:49:00.000-08:002012-12-18T05:58:36.800-08:00Oscar is Four!Oscar turned 4 years old the other day. Oh my gosh, pinch me. It's amazing how fast this is all going by. Oscar is our resident comedian. He likes to tell jokes to make us laugh (his current joke: Where does a frog keep his money? In a riverbank!) and a lot of the time he is just hilarious without even trying... but don't you dare laugh at him. He's EXTREMELY sensitive to being laughed at. Oscar is very sweet and loves to tell all of us how much he loves us. He will tell me at least once a day that I'm the "best mommy in the whole entire space". He likes ninjas, superheros, and anything that goes fast. His favorite toys are his Beyblades and his "fisbee" (frisbee). He likes to cuddle and read books, he loves getting piggy-back rides from his daddy, and he loves his new role of being a big brother! Oscar likes to play outside, and as of right now he has an uncanny knack for throwing a football. He told Ben and I the other day, "when I turn four, I'll be able to say my "Ah's". (He still can't say his "R's"... and it's the cutest thing ever).<br />
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<b>Food:</b> Plain Pizza (that translates to "Pepperoni Pizza")<br />
<b>Dessert:</b> Donuts<br />
<b>Movie:</b> "Bolt" and transformer cartoons<br />
<b>Fast Food:</b> McDonald's<br />
<b>Color:</b> Green<br />
<b>Song: </b>"Sweet and Low" (lullaby) and "Pumped Up Kicks" by Foster the People<br />
<b>Subject in School:</b> he's not in school yet, but he likes to learn about animals, especially sharks and dinosaurs<br />
<b>What do you want to be when you grow up:</b> a scientist that can make a spiderman mask and "suckson" cups to climb on walls and "fingies" that will shoot webs<br />
<b>Best Friend:</b> Riley Dahl and Ollie Ladle<br />
<b>Likes to:</b> Listen to music on mommy's iPhone, play with Cash and Maggie, ride his scooter, go shopping with my mommy (<span style="font-size: xx-small;">be still my heart!</span>), watch movies on the iPad.<br />
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kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-50471547573902639402012-11-19T13:14:00.002-08:002012-11-19T13:30:33.250-08:00KentuckyOn October 1st, or thereabouts, we packed up our Florida home and headed north to Lexington, Kentucky. We all miss "Florida" a lot ("Florida" is code for YOU, Ladle family... sniff, sniff), but we really are enjoying Lexington. How can we not enjoy it here? Look:<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">This lake is just down the street. We like taking walks and ending up here. Very pretty.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Lots of cool old buildings/houses in town. I'd live in any of them. I call these two the "His and Hers houses".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">This is a French restaurant where Ben took me for our 10 year anniversary. 10 YEARS. TEN.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Halloween costumes this year consisted of: 2 ninjas, 1 cowboy, and Marie Antoinette.</span></div>
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Actually, Ben and I weren't home for the <b><i>real </i></b>Halloween night. We were off on a Mexican vacation- I have exactly zero pictures to show for it, though, because I forgot my camera and my phone at home. I'm an idiot, I know, but remember how a minute ago you thought I was awesome-sauce because I've been married to Ben for TEN YEARS?!? Just keep thinking about that.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">My parents at the airport with my kids and my niece Abby whom my parents brought with them from Oregon. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">She is Maggie's best friend and the closest thing she has to a sister. Major, MAJOR tears were shed when Abby left.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Thanks again, mom and dad, for coming out and watching our kidlets!</span></div>
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Lexington is known as the "Horse Capital of the World", so as soon as we could we were off to the races! My boys loved watching the horses. Maggie loved eating her bag of popcorn.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Cash was surprisingly accurate at picking a winner each race.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>In fact, of the 7 races we watched, he picked the winning/2nd place horse EVERY TIME. The 2 ladies sitting next to us got wise real quick and started placing bets according to Cash's predictions. I should've started charging them for his expertise.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">My minivan's odometer hit a real special number. MY BIRTHDAY... 5/25/79. It's the small things.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Here's a fun little Henry picture to end with. My little teeny tiny boy. He is sitting on my lap as I type this. And <span style="font-size: x-small;">he's <span style="font-size: x-small;">wearing the same stripey <span style="font-size: x-small;">pj's just like the picture. <span style="font-size: x-small;">Crazy. (<span style="font-size: x-small;">Except not really <span style="font-size: x-small;">because</span> he only wears<span style="font-size: x-small;">, like, 3 different outfits).</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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Okie dokie. Why is it so hard for me to end blog posts? Am I that socially awkward that I can't even <span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>type</i></b></span> good-bye? Good grief.kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-62312307752708385142012-10-10T18:18:00.001-07:002012-11-19T13:22:37.415-08:00Baby Huck<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But let's face it, Baby Huck's life story up until now is crazy exciting, so you'll be glad I'm posting this... </span></div>
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First of all, we really don't call this baby "Baby Huck". Except for sometimes. Randomly. I voted for it, but Maggie put the kibosh on that because it "sounds like a bad word, mom! It sounds like Heck." So. There's that.<br />
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We also discussed nicknames like Hal or Harry or Hank. But so far, nothing has really taken. We might be able to use the nickname Red or Ginger, though, as this boy seems to have some pretty red hair. Ben says it's just wishful thinking, but the pediatrician confirmed that this boy's hair is r-e-d red. Doctors can confirm hair color, right? <br />
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Also, please draw your attention in the previous photo to Baby H's cheeks. This boy has some serious jowls. They get their fair share of kisses from everyone in this family- especially me.<br />
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You may also be noticing in the above pic that Henry is sporting some kind of pink nightgown. Well, he is. This is because it's a hospital nighty. A few weeks ago this little one woke up on a Saturday morning with a fever of 104.4. I called the doctor and the doctor said, <strike>"No more monkeys..." </strike>"Get that baby to the ER, stat!"<br />
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So off to the ER we went. And poor little baby was poked and prodded. Blood drawn, urine sample, Spinal Tap, IV. I tried to be brave but after the 4th attempt to insert the IV needle I totally cried right along with Henry. After they took all the samples they needed we were taken up to the pediatric ward to hang out for what ended up being 5 days. Turns out Henry had a urinary tract infection and needed some antibiotics, which were given intravenously. Bless the hearts of all those who have to see their babies in the hospital for extended lengths of time. I hated seeing Henry with IV's and monitors, and my baby was probably a ".01" on the the illness scale.<br />
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You should also know that from Day 1, Henry has sported a very serious, scowly face 99% of the time. I don't know if he's disappointed, or confused, or both.<br />
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Haha, this face. It kills me.<br />
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I think he pulls it off quite nicely.<br />
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Other things Henry can pull off:<br />
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So, consider yourself updated on all things Henry/Huck/Hank Quinn.<br />
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Oh, except you should know that he now resides in Kentucky.<br />
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More on that later.
kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-29057520678024536852012-06-27T10:53:00.000-07:002012-06-27T10:53:54.201-07:00WeeklingHenry is now one week old. I came home from the hospital on Friday and the very next day my parents packed Maggie, Cash and Oscar into the car and drove down to the Keys for a few days. While they are exploring island life, I have been perfectly content to be lazy and sit around on my bed all day long holding and nursing and loving on my newborn baby. His smell is addicting. I haven't cooked once for Ben (the poor man) and I really haven't done much cleaning either. (Since today is Ben's birthday, I'll probably need to amend that). I've missed the 'big' kids, but I've cherished time alone with this fourth child that has made his entrance into our family (in a somewhat dramatic way, I might add- I'll have to write his birth story later). <br />
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So thank you, mom and dad, for playing with my kidlets for these past few days. It's been heavenly.<br />
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(And when you leave on Friday, I'm sure I'll be experiencing a HUGE reality check...)<br />
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<br />kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-65878295725982003602012-06-23T16:35:00.000-07:002012-06-23T16:35:09.952-07:00He's Here!Henry Mills Quinn<br />
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20 3/4 inches<br />
8 lbs<br />
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We are all head over heels...<br />
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<br />kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-64577410146113579902012-06-06T18:50:00.000-07:002012-06-06T18:51:14.942-07:0037 weeks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvYgbG_T-G1hvmOXVOWEX78o6l-aqJJme42Dp510-RdNwf7jRW_i5uMvGpITak_t9xLitIpcUAifg_6MqNecN-Mm6qruQvElQOSfFKS_I3KO7OgJ1FCGBBucYJfYosc3fjjoD/s1600/37weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvYgbG_T-G1hvmOXVOWEX78o6l-aqJJme42Dp510-RdNwf7jRW_i5uMvGpITak_t9xLitIpcUAifg_6MqNecN-Mm6qruQvElQOSfFKS_I3KO7OgJ1FCGBBucYJfYosc3fjjoD/s500/37weeks.jpg" /></a><br />
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Holy Moly. There are just no words.<br />
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Okay, maybe there are. Maybe I am astonished by my body and this amazing ability it has to stretch and grow and make room for a tiny human to develop inside me. Maybe I'll be a little sad when this pregnancy is over. Maybe I love being pregnant. Aside from the fact that my skin looks amazing when I'm pregnant (if I may say so myself), I just really do love being pregnant. I love the unique, special time that it is. I love feeling life within me. I love the anticipation of a newborn baby. I love feeling my heart expand along with my belly as I make room in my life for another heaven-sent babe. Sure, I'm tired now that I'm at the end of this little journey, sure my feet and ankles are so swollen that there's no distinction whatsoever of where my calves end and my feet begin, but really I will miss this. I'm thankful for the opportunity I've had to experience this part of motherhood. I'm thankful for my sweet little cherubs. I'm going to try and really enjoy these last few days of being with child.<br />
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And right this moment, I'm going to go put my feet up because they are starting to resemble water balloons.kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-49420257617133531122012-06-05T12:10:00.000-07:002012-06-06T18:53:34.724-07:00OverheardMaggie (talking to her brothers):
There's this place called Hawaii, and if you arrive on that planet the people give you a flower necklace and say, "Hola!".<br />
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Oh my word, guys, look at this belly! I see myself everyday in the mirror and I still can't get over how absolutely ginormus I am. It's a little ridiculous. Baby boy is still breech, and so I'll probably be scheduled for a c-section to take place in 3 weeks or so. Judging by the size of my belly, my baby's probably going to weigh in at 24 lbs, so maybe a c-section will be a welcome inconvenience? I'm still trying to get him to flip head down. Lots of laying down with my head lower than my hips (which gives me a fantastic case of heartburn. Every. Time.). Lots of crawling around on all fours, swaying my hips from side to side (Oscar always tries to get horse-back rides during those particular exercises). Lots of shining flashlights at my lower abdomen and pressing my iPhone speakers into my lower belly while blasting music- everything from Mozart to The White Stripes. Ice bags on the top of my belly, somersaults in the swimming pool- if it's been recommended for turning breech babies, I've tried it. Lots of positive affirmations and talking to my baby. All to no avail (so far... I still haven't given up hope).<br />
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I've called all sorts of doctors and midwives here in South Florida. No one is really into doing an "external cephalic version", a procedure I had done with Cash who was also breech but was successfully turned and then stayed head down until he was born a day after his due date. A few doctors down here will deliver breech babies, but this boy's head is HUGE (at 34 weeks his head measured 40+ weeks) and so from what I've been told delivering him breech is not an option. <br />
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But honestly, I've come to peace with the fact that this little guy might not turn. He tries, he really does. Most of the time he's in what's called a transverse lie where he is laying across my belly instead of up and down. And a few times I've gotten him to flip 9/10ths of the way, but then he flips back. And I can't help but wonder if maybe the cord is wrapped around his neck, or something else is preventing him from getting into the optimal birthing position. Mostly, I just want this little guy to get here safely. And if that means a c-section, then I'm on board. But for now, I'm going to go lay upside-down with some frozen peas on my belly and play some music for this boy... maybe that song by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4ga_M5Zdn4" target="_blank">The Byrds, "Turn, turn, turn"</a>.<br />
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Wish me luck!kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-42344830849900266652012-05-09T19:27:00.001-07:002012-05-09T19:28:58.636-07:00Beach BabiesGuys, I'm tired. I'm tired and I'm starting to get that end-of-pregnancy waddle. Quack. And yet... and yet I still have 7 weeks to go. This belly is going to be growing a LOT more. Also, baby boy is BREECH and so when he flips (you <i>will</i> flip, baby, right???) and he is head down, I suppose my waddle will become pretty hilarious to behold. Self-prescribed bed rest might be in order.<br />
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The other day, though, I braved the beach on my own with the kids. It was great. Me on the sand beached-whale style while the kids played in the waves and looked for seashells on the shore. Oscar preferred to be my little blanket buddy and snack on Oreos. The sun was shining, the water was warm, and cookies were plentiful. I might have to do another beach day soon. Anyone care to join me? I'll pack an extra bag of cookies...<br />
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My oldest has now completed 7 years of her life. Which means that I've been a mother for 7 years. This is crazy! So crazy! Maggie was pretty excited to turn seven. She asked for high heels, clothes, <a href="http://www.lalaloopsy.com/">LaLaLoopsy</a> dolls, and lip gloss. She's a high class little girl. Maggie is sweet as apple pie, but can be full of vinegar if you cross her. She loves playing with her little brothers, going swimming, playing with friends, <span id="goog_1126555435"></span><span id="goog_1126555436"></span>ballet, dressing up, doing her hair, and making up songs. She is so excited for her new baby brother to join our family, and I'm sure she will just mother the poor little dear to oblivion. Maggie likes to laugh and will take any opportunity to perform in front of an audience of close friends and family. Maggie's reading skills have really taken off this year and I love listening to her read books to her little brothers. Some of Maggie's favorite books to read and look at are Encyclopedias. She loves to learn about everything: The Human Body, Dinosaurs, Animals (especially sea creatures), The Solar System. She has a very large appetite for Science- it's her favorite subject in school. We love you Maggie! Happy Birthday!<br />
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I can't wait to hold another one of these:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Baby Cash<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbsBN7VbFDBp4OwZzMnDs4KDe7kJz2faG-xPrmqZ1STheO6o2k0mnPQZlX5oMmjP16ZeZtJmpS72vo-nPTXWchy43NH7wuxSHuCojeUZPVlq8MzC0MAzB-p3esFQ9xFDhymFNw/s1600/BabyCash"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbsBN7VbFDBp4OwZzMnDs4KDe7kJz2faG-xPrmqZ1STheO6o2k0mnPQZlX5oMmjP16ZeZtJmpS72vo-nPTXWchy43NH7wuxSHuCojeUZPVlq8MzC0MAzB-p3esFQ9xFDhymFNw/s500/BabyCash" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731351686534371746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Baby Oscar<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMXMSNq9DB_H0C15qNK5WyQ-cjnnQnqn8pL9jOSHi-iDZILBkHz4kq8TT2SXIBGxgAWSyI7AYgUM8TOf2k34b9_CXxSunlgUXve5wUrHnfnMYspD6JPGWEDJIuVwwmi7mBBqC/s1600/BabyOscar"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMXMSNq9DB_H0C15qNK5WyQ-cjnnQnqn8pL9jOSHi-iDZILBkHz4kq8TT2SXIBGxgAWSyI7AYgUM8TOf2k34b9_CXxSunlgUXve5wUrHnfnMYspD6JPGWEDJIuVwwmi7mBBqC/s500/BabyOscar" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731351677554776530" border="0" /></a>kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-39269944242007342172012-03-27T06:30:00.004-07:002012-03-27T07:23:19.734-07:00ZooWe bought an annual pass to the Palm Beach zoo a week ago, and we've already been twice. It's a small zoo, they don't even have elephants or giraffes, but they have a komodo dragon, so the kids are cool with it. Oscar has the idea that a zoo is really just a huge pet store where he can pick and choose which animals he'd like to take home with him (all of them). This is what a conversation with Oscar at the zoo sounds like:<br /><br />Me: Kids, look over here! It's a giant anteater!<br />Oscar: Awww! Mom, are anteaters good for kids? Can I get a baby anteater?<br />Me: No, we can't get a baby anteater... Ooooo, look over here guys! Ocelots!<br />Oscar: Awww! Mom, are Ocelots good for kids? Can I get a baby Ocelot?<br /><br />This last time we went Oscar fell in love with the Wallabies. In Oscar-ese it's pronounced "Wawwabees". He kept telling Ben and I that he "wants a wawwabee wewy wewy bad." Cute, huh?<br /><br />We love the zoo and love learning about animals. This last time we got to watch a Honduras Milk Snake eat it's dinner (a little mouse), the kids got to feed the peafowl (Maggie was a little upset that peahens are nowhere near as pretty as peacocks), and we got to see a spectacled owl up close and out of it's cage. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRsjQzjss1RP4B2h_lxLkWGBSP1-ogoe4ystV29CCdvUN8fcDCPxic81onquoifrEQFQJgMm8n1aM5zxVI-53CJZ8phEhu90NPOeOVoPhgVQ35icbtvEmBCGI5WCs6SqMHPqCi/s1600/IMG_4680.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRsjQzjss1RP4B2h_lxLkWGBSP1-ogoe4ystV29CCdvUN8fcDCPxic81onquoifrEQFQJgMm8n1aM5zxVI-53CJZ8phEhu90NPOeOVoPhgVQ35icbtvEmBCGI5WCs6SqMHPqCi/s500/IMG_4680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724576356481072946" border="0"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFhq8e2NmoCwpjdD20TP6FkWucVlTyTqcT-JW1RyMaVPVKBqy5QIKQoRUD_XV8mjx9K0KQMZhNH8fsI0BtQz3mYwFrzRWnEs4pl5ia2bimEtKURtadLPFyUjhN9nUfJbEGbL3/s1600/IMG_4665.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFhq8e2NmoCwpjdD20TP6FkWucVlTyTqcT-JW1RyMaVPVKBqy5QIKQoRUD_XV8mjx9K0KQMZhNH8fsI0BtQz3mYwFrzRWnEs4pl5ia2bimEtKURtadLPFyUjhN9nUfJbEGbL3/s500/IMG_4665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724576348646819602" border="0"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1r7mUa3Zy_11IpFOXtOoSf7NrdkJKYAmzI3-PCA78l-u2bjAQdAMWGxi2M3DKLyd3nutq7O_5GeAhiOO7luZoHm63ODZj6Nat6ti0oLOXmaVmlxkJOy6yj2rcV6oi86bS4zdX/s1600/IMG_4618.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1r7mUa3Zy_11IpFOXtOoSf7NrdkJKYAmzI3-PCA78l-u2bjAQdAMWGxi2M3DKLyd3nutq7O_5GeAhiOO7luZoHm63ODZj6Nat6ti0oLOXmaVmlxkJOy6yj2rcV6oi86bS4zdX/s500/IMG_4618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724576332245727778" border="0"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBdSBV1TuItgOt25JJPThTCYNO1KANPpE_V9Pbn11DqFypcb9X8c1XusV8_4aC0WyWMglYMqrxT9WbhPRX80Zt-4q0IkHWJj3hGM72U55VPT9okUCZ5XKxLToMnR3IMUCiIEV/s1600/IMG_4767.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBdSBV1TuItgOt25JJPThTCYNO1KANPpE_V9Pbn11DqFypcb9X8c1XusV8_4aC0WyWMglYMqrxT9WbhPRX80Zt-4q0IkHWJj3hGM72U55VPT9okUCZ5XKxLToMnR3IMUCiIEV/s500/IMG_4767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724576326934853538" border="0"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-F-qXHkBU-aJ1MSLxsNLxDVTC-uoUPHT21EughpPMmDDc4ZJsv4bjk83cxbyQypUAiRvhFYKg8dbLVDFiqPQitDx1dROplmSD_KUv4KzjSOgYtjGLnl-fnNiJ9bplZq0UlToY/s1600/IMG_4844.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-F-qXHkBU-aJ1MSLxsNLxDVTC-uoUPHT21EughpPMmDDc4ZJsv4bjk83cxbyQypUAiRvhFYKg8dbLVDFiqPQitDx1dROplmSD_KUv4KzjSOgYtjGLnl-fnNiJ9bplZq0UlToY/s500/IMG_4844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724576370110244082" border="0"></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This last picture was taken in the butterfly garden. I came around the corner and was confused because I couldn't figure out what all of my kids were so seriously (creepily) pointing at... when asked, Cash told me, "No, mom. We're holding real still so some butterflies land on our fingers." Too bad no butterflies cooperated. (And thank goodness my kids aren't possessed a la <span style="font-style:italic;">Children of the Corn</span>)<br /></div><br />I don't know how to "end" this post.<br /><br />The End<br />(how's that?)kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-11787956391125820332012-03-11T14:55:00.009-07:002012-03-12T05:53:10.475-07:00I have to hurry and give this a title because Ben and the kids want to go swimming...I think I'm suffering from instagram-itis. It's where I have absolutely no inclination to blog because I can just post these little "mini posts" on instagram. Snap a pic, add a cutesy caption and Bam! Done! I'm trying to get over my disease. Promise. Here's what's been happening in the Sunshine State (also, incidentally, known as the Winter Salad Bowl State... thank you Trivial Pursuit for that random little gem of knowledge).<br /><br />Well, we found out what we are having... it's a... <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-jI0TF5x-80By7igXHPlwtKtv3mXPt93VuZf-_4bZHMCBu9DDCmSPL6wHhLoDgvTwrngIAxg205TE_C5Q6OoZBKkl-8rDC7lMQu-_4Q4roVH6WIHeuyAUA9pB7Wxts5u2Sub/s1600/IMG_4337.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-jI0TF5x-80By7igXHPlwtKtv3mXPt93VuZf-_4bZHMCBu9DDCmSPL6wHhLoDgvTwrngIAxg205TE_C5Q6OoZBKkl-8rDC7lMQu-_4Q4roVH6WIHeuyAUA9pB7Wxts5u2Sub/s500/IMG_4337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718770787990616978" /></a><br /><br />HUMAN BABY! Are you all surprised? It's also a boy. Sometimes when Maggie is fed up with her little brothers' shenanigans she laments that fact that yet another pesky brother is about to join our family. Then she goes on and on that since she's daddy's only girl she should get whatever she wants (whenever she wants it). She's going to milk this. Dry.<br /><br />On to other Maggie news, she finally lost her first tooth! We were all thrilled because for months now one of Maggie's favorite things to whine about was how she was NEVER going to lose a tooth. Every one else in her class had lost at least three! It's just wasn't fair! A great injustice was made right the day she yanked that tooth from her gums. The tooth fairy left her a whole dollar- major bragging rights in Maggie's opinion.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmWKhYqWLDc7kz24dmBd2v4DxPjLSeyUgmMixWUG5TcbZsA-Vtt3pbrkjoJz1d5nX-v7azhw-7cem4Azh1FFLBURxc7GJXIWtxzf2AU0BbxrmvIyWd28d_8WY19cq7MlSmwfL/s1600/IMG_4467.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmWKhYqWLDc7kz24dmBd2v4DxPjLSeyUgmMixWUG5TcbZsA-Vtt3pbrkjoJz1d5nX-v7azhw-7cem4Azh1FFLBURxc7GJXIWtxzf2AU0BbxrmvIyWd28d_8WY19cq7MlSmwfL/s500/IMG_4467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718771112669173746" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMoNJNysRovoD3BZMhoYUPp4e77ZDCMZfVvW2lJcUJZ18KFR7quTEF_8iA5OUgR1O0t4WMnE0HlA_gJ7eECbQLOXrNPyjwv5xz3EC4uyELRIGGbP3JFV2EZFcHnWMaAN9PcRm/s1600/IMG_4470.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMoNJNysRovoD3BZMhoYUPp4e77ZDCMZfVvW2lJcUJZ18KFR7quTEF_8iA5OUgR1O0t4WMnE0HlA_gJ7eECbQLOXrNPyjwv5xz3EC4uyELRIGGbP3JFV2EZFcHnWMaAN9PcRm/s500/IMG_4470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718771385071592450" /></a><br /><br />What else, what else. Oscar is officially out of diapers. Even at night. I think I'm more thrilled about it than he is!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2sXqnIYQWx9cBOGNXafjomui8e8zSDP4KZ4PpnTC-ruSsNgAmE44wBiFtHzDKFW-odmYS45E8V7mWSHOVW3L6_u89FpDHuHhQmhxeQXAwA8ZUyvQMPakajfoi_-U0be_QVE-/s1600/IMG_4341.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2sXqnIYQWx9cBOGNXafjomui8e8zSDP4KZ4PpnTC-ruSsNgAmE44wBiFtHzDKFW-odmYS45E8V7mWSHOVW3L6_u89FpDHuHhQmhxeQXAwA8ZUyvQMPakajfoi_-U0be_QVE-/s500/IMG_4341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718771627409298114" /></a><br /><br />Here's a picture of me at 21 or 22 weeks. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJyIrScyw3OfjzBILyA9a8VMJKYW7nrofeEeJbur5BGOmRuEWa6ptAzqDUkea8-t-Vg9SCldirPVrA2m6bfphtQ-sHrltjdt6jdBy3LOFh2SHa7Sg81EEA3NR-SgmzkOrvZTlD/s1600/IMG_4327.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJyIrScyw3OfjzBILyA9a8VMJKYW7nrofeEeJbur5BGOmRuEWa6ptAzqDUkea8-t-Vg9SCldirPVrA2m6bfphtQ-sHrltjdt6jdBy3LOFh2SHa7Sg81EEA3NR-SgmzkOrvZTlD/s500/IMG_4327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718771946269345298" /></a><br /><br />I'm around 25 weeks now, so I'm even bigger than I am in this picture. Baby boy moves around a lot which is a very good thing because I have been so nervous this time around. Every time I have a doctor's appointment I have these mini panic attacks until I hear that little heartbeat and am reassured that everything is okay. I'm trying really hard to not be paranoid during this pregnancy, and usually I'm fine. I know that the chances of losing another baby in utero are slim to none, but there are a lot of deep seated fears that come to the surface every now and again. I even have dreams where people tell me that my baby's not safe inside me and we need to get him out now. Crazy. But things are good- he's healthy and growing right on schedule. (this whole last paragraph seems really... "heavy" for my blog).<br /><br />We are loving living here in Florida. It's beautiful here. Visit us. Soon.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-R1LPbkvJ5CdOIL4Qi0_heA8SgXBZ6GvDVdM4XETJG3Hxw815oBaVRqh4v2_ZMs0ReMUAufcDh1to-W_okaUqdA7ujNHBzaRK3q48kYJs5rkLjqH_6bm2wnzFRuJ1MQgD-9HX/s1600/IMG_4483.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-R1LPbkvJ5CdOIL4Qi0_heA8SgXBZ6GvDVdM4XETJG3Hxw815oBaVRqh4v2_ZMs0ReMUAufcDh1to-W_okaUqdA7ujNHBzaRK3q48kYJs5rkLjqH_6bm2wnzFRuJ1MQgD-9HX/s500/IMG_4483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718992705780399346" /></a><br /><br />p.s. I didn't mention Cash at all in this post. Don't worry- we still love Cash.kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-76310944965161923082012-02-07T20:18:00.001-08:002012-02-07T21:23:56.762-08:00February PostIt looks like once a month posting is my max, guys. Deal with it.<br />Now on to the good stuff!<br /><br />People, this is what happens when I attempt to re-create Pinterest projects.<br /><br />I found this little lovebirds-in-a-jar project while browsing Pinterest on my phone recently (something Ben will tell you takes up 85% of my day... I say 40% is more realistic):<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLLjts0NalVYY-VaUMZpgLSgHv6TNOl0aEG0w3xB-8pkIsdLltsd1VUIddg0kmjOVfOg55FrpFKA1jGywTNkzpP9-IguiE3zDP3u4atgiE9KZNFoNzNJaVAjUENcpZNYKtP4U/s1600/IMG_4218.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLLjts0NalVYY-VaUMZpgLSgHv6TNOl0aEG0w3xB-8pkIsdLltsd1VUIddg0kmjOVfOg55FrpFKA1jGywTNkzpP9-IguiE3zDP3u4atgiE9KZNFoNzNJaVAjUENcpZNYKtP4U/s500/IMG_4218.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706620600683743010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I thought it was kind of creative and cute and not your usual run-of-the-mill Valentine's Day decor.<br />So, I tried to make my own (apology here for the lack-luster photo... I didn't even bother editing it):<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAuk0KcUtERjdA2Dmp9zb5ChQ125Ny3gTFC_z6_3vnl6lcLpzcV2QU1bljBsUBWbmgyZDIQuhX2YEJaFwr-Y7Vp3LrEn8zgF3BStjncziDFZfpNYghfYNS8mSj_EBgYvqi1a_w/s1600/IMG_4216.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAuk0KcUtERjdA2Dmp9zb5ChQ125Ny3gTFC_z6_3vnl6lcLpzcV2QU1bljBsUBWbmgyZDIQuhX2YEJaFwr-Y7Vp3LrEn8zgF3BStjncziDFZfpNYghfYNS8mSj_EBgYvqi1a_w/s500/IMG_4216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706620894300649378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Look closely... those birds look like they are sitting in their own goopy excrement. Just <span style="font-style: italic;">darling</span>, isn't it?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguS4uY5UjdtIZHWlRR7SfEcfhS16wzSfp2ADrBoNPfBK38KnfdGR7tAwlHjm_5iQSEA7SfdRDOWMyAQ5kD1wp15m5bMOyctfQPDTKWLfexLDzfxxLiHBTSumSCkQ86HTSq4eYm/s1600/IMG_4217.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguS4uY5UjdtIZHWlRR7SfEcfhS16wzSfp2ADrBoNPfBK38KnfdGR7tAwlHjm_5iQSEA7SfdRDOWMyAQ5kD1wp15m5bMOyctfQPDTKWLfexLDzfxxLiHBTSumSCkQ86HTSq4eYm/s500/IMG_4217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706621112381446514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Speaking of movements (hahaha!), Maggie joined the anti-bare-feet alliance and got herself <span style="font-size:85%;">(by unabashedly begging me)</span> a sparkly pair of Toms, thereby <span style="font-style: italic;">donating a pair of new shoes to a child in need</span>. (She was sure to emphasize that perk to Ben who wondered why she needed a pair of Toms in the first place. Of course, we all know that really she just wanted keep up with the smaller Boca crowd, who are- apparently- extremely benevolent...)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyo2p28IuupW6Z0OU1jPr6TJ3vJa1385HlGOR5Z3JdUPLIdVXGgLptrkWAQxBr6DAnvBqpWbC6vpd-zaDVAKHMkyxMM1tgj7Nbnu_sZ5V3wPm1aLFaPvYd7ZTgfStqObO1vv21/s1600/IMG_4213.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyo2p28IuupW6Z0OU1jPr6TJ3vJa1385HlGOR5Z3JdUPLIdVXGgLptrkWAQxBr6DAnvBqpWbC6vpd-zaDVAKHMkyxMM1tgj7Nbnu_sZ5V3wPm1aLFaPvYd7ZTgfStqObO1vv21/s500/IMG_4213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706620242691433522" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This purchase just continues to show that my children dress better than me... (free "gently used" pair of Chaco flip-flops that your husband found on the side of the road anyone???)<br /><br /><strike>Ben and</strike> I have instigated "Saturday Morning Chores". I make Oscar do them in his undies.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpx6kQRd5uNWd5bxwRn4rotLuVqKf1PLWvAYYFfJ_M3eBJLVI70UiWQupdweIIY3DjyCwLQRKgl29g_dUsJSOpjiDNIONrowjvurpKH-Bop4obvPH6O4_KnDaTzCc2GQfz9wcS/s1600/IMG_4039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpx6kQRd5uNWd5bxwRn4rotLuVqKf1PLWvAYYFfJ_M3eBJLVI70UiWQupdweIIY3DjyCwLQRKgl29g_dUsJSOpjiDNIONrowjvurpKH-Bop4obvPH6O4_KnDaTzCc2GQfz9wcS/s500/IMG_4039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706623778314907314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />New things that are happening this coming month that would be blog-worthy, but I'll probably be too lazy to blog about them:<br /><br />We will (hopefully) be finding out soon if this baby is going to be of the male or female persuasion.<br /><br />Ben put me on a strict cash-not-card budget. Boo.<br /><br />Maggie is starting ballet.<br /><br />I am finally potty-training Oscar.<br /><br />p.s. If you, too, would like to attempt the "Lovebirds" project, go <a href="http://www.houseofhumble.com/2012/02/valentines-diy-love-birds-diorama/">here</a>. Theirs is waaaaay cuter than mine.kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-40053764566631821602012-01-10T10:25:00.000-08:002012-01-10T10:53:58.557-08:00Whoooooooeeee!That was a refreshing little unintentional blog break. My computer is still in a coma, so I use that as an excuse to not blog... but that's lame, right? I know. It is. But here I am to renew my efforts at blogging on a kind of sort of regular basis. Savvy? Here is what's going on in my life:<br /><br /><br />I still mother these:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfX25Bjtevguy5sDzbMpDLOCRg1ddcafl0bF71iw2DPojUgl99fVikL94potvTMGkNXhs70-0eojOPy_4Rq3wO80BezYnkkyYW_i4ys5b1rPhqSiLmGKgGdKpu9zK_MLDRGl6b/s1600/IMG_3840.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfX25Bjtevguy5sDzbMpDLOCRg1ddcafl0bF71iw2DPojUgl99fVikL94potvTMGkNXhs70-0eojOPy_4Rq3wO80BezYnkkyYW_i4ys5b1rPhqSiLmGKgGdKpu9zK_MLDRGl6b/s500/IMG_3840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696075691389300882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My house still looks like this most days (except my toenail polish usually doesn't look that good):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8n9hcyoad-XKZBfj_dLNizkSYmc8JIiERvHwpx5xnwNjTNFaTYejV0rvsxXPhS2ZqzbIRl23ZGv_tnbBctypHl39_9hrHRrQC3pbNH3razHazHrwHsQwmNJSivY7xB9VMcaXI/s1600/IMG_3949.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8n9hcyoad-XKZBfj_dLNizkSYmc8JIiERvHwpx5xnwNjTNFaTYejV0rvsxXPhS2ZqzbIRl23ZGv_tnbBctypHl39_9hrHRrQC3pbNH3razHazHrwHsQwmNJSivY7xB9VMcaXI/s500/IMG_3949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696076242835950530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I still live in a place where you can experience this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGIMkcTk4eRgmlnPpGwAHCFfi4-y88NXkVMVwBWujP2F6sQFcpHAyFJ_Co3sg0C9ko6Qy6YoKO8vqsr129SxAdJo3xiOsgU0CcphFI2gNeyPYtflBtA3CUvB_uNamkLZZysSlb/s1600/IMG_3948.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGIMkcTk4eRgmlnPpGwAHCFfi4-y88NXkVMVwBWujP2F6sQFcpHAyFJ_Co3sg0C9ko6Qy6YoKO8vqsr129SxAdJo3xiOsgU0CcphFI2gNeyPYtflBtA3CUvB_uNamkLZZysSlb/s500/IMG_3948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696076649503517650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am growing this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOrtfvkesjwS7QX-LmBBOkbFtq4JHf7qXlkew1CVbvaTJdbvNDczGiOaxWCcMMd3wsvqmmmEIXCBBz65xR8cmuw2lUVZxmS6LgCJ4uitXkeDmqtHgl9fEff7AYEQ6fLJm8dAH/s1600/IMG_3936.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOrtfvkesjwS7QX-LmBBOkbFtq4JHf7qXlkew1CVbvaTJdbvNDczGiOaxWCcMMd3wsvqmmmEIXCBBz65xR8cmuw2lUVZxmS6LgCJ4uitXkeDmqtHgl9fEff7AYEQ6fLJm8dAH/s500/IMG_3936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696076849318838770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Not my manic 5 year old son, although since I feed and water him perhaps I could say that I am "growing" him, too, but I was referring my protruding belly- 16 weeks pregnant...).<br /></span></div>kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-36779709386986936722011-11-23T06:27:00.000-08:002011-11-23T07:13:08.239-08:00Hello? Is there anybody out there?Why on earth did I just quote a Pink Floyd song? Ready for a massive update sans pictures? Well then, here we go.<br /><br />The Quinns now reside in the lovely town of Boca Raton, Florida. When we left Mobile, Alabama for Florida this is what it looked like:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitOlWdwiViiAQ495D9Y6MNDXoQJtQMuWGGvuL20rlVqmZD_wax5kL_MhbdSXT3SpxQC4q72WnCcxV-jpPJOPBTNBYy_FAZIti6qFHp29BskxQv4bJB5MUWTx7McYVcQkOODYLe/s1600/van.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitOlWdwiViiAQ495D9Y6MNDXoQJtQMuWGGvuL20rlVqmZD_wax5kL_MhbdSXT3SpxQC4q72WnCcxV-jpPJOPBTNBYy_FAZIti6qFHp29BskxQv4bJB5MUWTx7McYVcQkOODYLe/s320/van.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678199774683750898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{I lied about the sans photos... my computer is broken and I'm using Ben's computer<br />but I remembered I have a few photos on the internets that I can use here.}</span><br /></div><br />Pretty classy little get-up, right? Here is what the average joe in Boca drives:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhce1kmVgtMd-WKmQkzbMuSx0TAulNrBgMwcGvQC9Gd0afqiLiaD5P7FcV0au8AKDZhTRl3uKGP6zv5RTdt-mIgS19HFIMw7spGyoNAKWLnKBIFrlaLM_9FTbtCIEJ-uMByjxXa/s1600/rollsroyce.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhce1kmVgtMd-WKmQkzbMuSx0TAulNrBgMwcGvQC9Gd0afqiLiaD5P7FcV0au8AKDZhTRl3uKGP6zv5RTdt-mIgS19HFIMw7spGyoNAKWLnKBIFrlaLM_9FTbtCIEJ-uMByjxXa/s320/rollsroyce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678201272170396434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">{picture via Google Images}</span><br /></div><br />Okay, so maybe not <span style="font-weight: bold;">everyone</span> drives a rolls royce around, but I've seen my fair share. At the grocery store, parked outside the corner drugstore, picking up their kids from school. It's crazy. Also lots of BMWs, Mercedes, Porsches, Range Rovers, and some cars that I didn't even know existed like Maserati and Buggati (Ben had to educate me on the latter two cars and how awesome they are. I'm still like, meh). Suffice it to say, Ben and I felt like we fit right in when we pulled into town in our 2000 Dodge Grand Caravan pulling a U-haul trailer.<br /><br />We actually really like it here so far. The weather has been a dream, the beaches are beautiful, Maggie loves her school, the parks here are immaculate, and there are geckos that live IN MY HOUSE. Usually I give Cash the task of catching and releasing them on our patio, but they eat bugs and spiders, so I kind of have to see the symbiotic relationship there. My little gecko friends.<br /><br />The only bad thing about Florida is that we are on the <span style="font-style: italic;">opposite coast</span> of a lot of our friends and family. But there is an open invitation to come visit us! We're like only 1 1/2 hours from the Florida Keys, guys. And 30 minutes south of Palm Beach. Oh, and we live IN BOCA RATON. So, who's going to be our first official guest? Anyone? Anyone?kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-36659295221601340072011-10-12T11:37:00.000-07:002011-10-12T11:41:02.716-07:009 years ♥<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhk4MI3DxQ_fRsPhBys2eV-0A1_jrG06B6cmYv4oQMvQ5OXwej7_8O__2jJEnXel59-p9oLjBrO2Spwgkw6D0EUccqbGV5E6Q7XA5ChsowxsRDFeteyrH1fvdzTGYHIrBzH33/s1600/photocabine9years.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhk4MI3DxQ_fRsPhBys2eV-0A1_jrG06B6cmYv4oQMvQ5OXwej7_8O__2jJEnXel59-p9oLjBrO2Spwgkw6D0EUccqbGV5E6Q7XA5ChsowxsRDFeteyrH1fvdzTGYHIrBzH33/s600/photocabine9years.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662676933077696418" /></a>kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-64206266170476995332011-10-11T08:30:00.000-07:002011-10-11T14:19:12.432-07:00Story Time<span style="font-size:180%;">Once upon a time</span>, Cash and Oscar were crazy, active boys. Like way crazy. I signed them both up for gymnastics so they would have an outlet for all their energy. Yesterday was gymnastics day and at the very end of class Cash decided to grab at Oscar's feet while he was hanging from a swing over a pit of foam blocks... Oscar's hands slipped and he fell face first into the side of the foam block pit and split his lip open both inside and out (luckily it didn't go all the way through). After I washed all the blood off I got a good look at the wound. It's very reminiscent of a famous scar (albeit it's in entirely the wrong place).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5cZhulseJRtaa0DjMJ_QjFOB6NpVCgZ9U4G8HL3Jr7oCtKs1OwATVjtaNgzBVyxj4tqFimuIoEci-n1lMvG093rt8aGD8cO0kfC3hSUUoEx0iPq1OtZdXGJxZJoHxgzc_Ufr/s1600/TheBoy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5cZhulseJRtaa0DjMJ_QjFOB6NpVCgZ9U4G8HL3Jr7oCtKs1OwATVjtaNgzBVyxj4tqFimuIoEci-n1lMvG093rt8aGD8cO0kfC3hSUUoEx0iPq1OtZdXGJxZJoHxgzc_Ufr/s400/TheBoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662265313309677170" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We drove home to find Ben to let him have a look at the lip. Ben (a.k.a. Dr. Dad) decided that this was a wound he could handle. He found a bottle of superglue, laid Oscar down on the kitchen table, dabbed a little hydrogen peroxide on the cut and glued the skin back together. I admit, I was a little skeptical and apprehensive, but it worked! Oscar laid down for a nice long nap and his little lip stayed shut.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWk9DpR6xQRh41XCu9Ca7a5JBWgcsORVZJ9kKX7un-RJ7muvBKqaGdpUlxQpkpkNvSk16Oc1903RNo56P2dMJgmKCJ87CFZBqSoIvI1LOa1GobRnbuw37THB_MKfLaU9NSGu-/s1600/IMG_3116.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWk9DpR6xQRh41XCu9Ca7a5JBWgcsORVZJ9kKX7un-RJ7muvBKqaGdpUlxQpkpkNvSk16Oc1903RNo56P2dMJgmKCJ87CFZBqSoIvI1LOa1GobRnbuw37THB_MKfLaU9NSGu-/s400/IMG_3116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662265581315821586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiltQ2EqND1NOiCo37G4PnVK2Bvp7GFDrIsJ0RS_znL-E2rMfdU4jdp-Uj0cufeaX5cJ4pNQYclNTpVpgBFtuAdfi2AppuPf1rwv8gDlosNJ_0jA1NwBZrXK4iVrW8hxQnqZwDl/s1600/IMG_3112.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiltQ2EqND1NOiCo37G4PnVK2Bvp7GFDrIsJ0RS_znL-E2rMfdU4jdp-Uj0cufeaX5cJ4pNQYclNTpVpgBFtuAdfi2AppuPf1rwv8gDlosNJ_0jA1NwBZrXK4iVrW8hxQnqZwDl/s400/IMG_3112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662265849687509618" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But then Oscar woke up. And he didn't like the feeling of glue on his lip. And he picked at it. And picked at it, and picked at it. Pretty soon the cut was unglued. Ben was about to play Dr. again, but at that point I decided maybe we'd better have a <span style="font-style: italic;">professional</span> take a look at it. So, despite Ben's protests, Oscar and I drove down the road to the Urgent Care. Oscar was loving all the attention- the nurses all thought our little man was so adorable and brave.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81GGlWGTDWcy9Rnw4c5fmy66YP5ynXNJdXlqXS0Da4dCwP_n69lgHj-9EltxSIlRf4krwYLfkP_7Plrf7TEPPn9dPQBzmj6olIZND-vWT6VLucxjfgBuNfDuejbaSJm9wq1-O/s1600/IMG_3129.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81GGlWGTDWcy9Rnw4c5fmy66YP5ynXNJdXlqXS0Da4dCwP_n69lgHj-9EltxSIlRf4krwYLfkP_7Plrf7TEPPn9dPQBzmj6olIZND-vWT6VLucxjfgBuNfDuejbaSJm9wq1-O/s400/IMG_3129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662266358408256434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-qy1j_jOzJoG5Y1lf03aHrabwrR5cwyAsi8R45lYocEQICzRc6t_IDw5Lwg2YFsGMC0AN2KLwzG1-2vELQ6qpmo-jx7q4Q_OiyDrHH6Ecx-VHjz-rLlFAOqUdchWi2KTBo_ot/s1600/IMG_3122.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-qy1j_jOzJoG5Y1lf03aHrabwrR5cwyAsi8R45lYocEQICzRc6t_IDw5Lwg2YFsGMC0AN2KLwzG1-2vELQ6qpmo-jx7q4Q_OiyDrHH6Ecx-VHjz-rLlFAOqUdchWi2KTBo_ot/s400/IMG_3122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662274632173977522" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The doctor came in, took a look at it and said, "Oh this is nothin'! I'll have this fixed in no time!" He turned around, opened a cupboard and pulled out some... superglue. $142 and 30 minutes later, Oscar and I drove home- patched lip, empty wallet and all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmwz87tG2PfNBykFCeMblrcCxgbcDo3cXalONT9Y7fJ0XlERrRtuJgik3LtNLQ5XVdoGrDvIQlvCPpH9Mv5pIYCA2l3RYt1IFB0KU1i5g821HVMXex6jIVzk0WGYFlzwYEbadK/s1600/glued.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmwz87tG2PfNBykFCeMblrcCxgbcDo3cXalONT9Y7fJ0XlERrRtuJgik3LtNLQ5XVdoGrDvIQlvCPpH9Mv5pIYCA2l3RYt1IFB0KU1i5g821HVMXex6jIVzk0WGYFlzwYEbadK/s400/glued.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662274859368170290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" >The End</span><br /></div>kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-14569340852465213592011-09-08T19:18:00.001-07:002011-09-08T19:37:23.622-07:00Oregon Coast 2011Here are some more photos from our trip to Lincoln City. I should just move there, I love it so much...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_kYQ3awXKPr3QHUgLhabbct5mWwFcAFSdlF6tfdu4DOUfakchjgkd1_eFl11u4dENI614IwamKq_liAILqw9cqSdYdeZoIkKo_BLDjxWJeRn8NKbKEuzdEQikG18MVw176xAg/s1600/oregoncoast2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_kYQ3awXKPr3QHUgLhabbct5mWwFcAFSdlF6tfdu4DOUfakchjgkd1_eFl11u4dENI614IwamKq_liAILqw9cqSdYdeZoIkKo_BLDjxWJeRn8NKbKEuzdEQikG18MVw176xAg/s600/oregoncoast2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650181429806588338" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtDU5eWL_IwDRGXNQB-MtX0ZV2QcJvFiZc97zJUBQWZkmfeuEQsaBbSnRbDVSm2V4Tz1UEr0NdB8WlZdBBDRY5qUbtRBS_4oSSavi53_6QTqGRpk4aT3t3BRIOej0sfo9q9rj/s1600/wannagoback.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiGZZkhz1cErWO3UyQ_5m964AWxZX57n8tGroxEYnhh81wjRN8pG0hhVbabrErLLQO5T-Ydop3wFFuePPKLElwJTcGnVGiQ-qbxypTDwvFC7wAL6k5HjgJIQjkNvTK4DIdl8H9/s600/badmood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650179117975492530" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHuM19MNks1Y_t026Cth4d2s-uEl5rhM1ohN5KZaQTLbdCG16Irolx-ooMPOWFEEOPPwKtNbJ6oesj9cfxGz-fa1oVnExW4IJsqhvp1NBmRxkKSAcZ4Ai-vX9NioL_S8OvIGW/s1600/famonbeach.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHuM19MNks1Y_t026Cth4d2s-uEl5rhM1ohN5KZaQTLbdCG16Irolx-ooMPOWFEEOPPwKtNbJ6oesj9cfxGz-fa1oVnExW4IJsqhvp1NBmRxkKSAcZ4Ai-vX9NioL_S8OvIGW/s600/famonbeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650179113958604802" /></a>kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-840091845389809832011-09-07T21:38:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:56:19.053-07:00BeachyEvery year Ben and I make sure that we make it out to Lincoln City on the Oregon Coast to stay at my mom's family's beach house. We love it. We take pictures every year to document it. Take a looky-loo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_VFkm64w3wZTNvZX0JVqLSkiQ_b2G71Rt1x2JfMHqmkQyp0zcbm5doflzvFfVrR-CN-36cUlzlFtZ7cCggZKc8R8mJ_zg_1648L33oyCFRANJ0Wc7h1cXZY4__gigAOVJuBx/s1600/OregonCoastFam2011.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_VFkm64w3wZTNvZX0JVqLSkiQ_b2G71Rt1x2JfMHqmkQyp0zcbm5doflzvFfVrR-CN-36cUlzlFtZ7cCggZKc8R8mJ_zg_1648L33oyCFRANJ0Wc7h1cXZY4__gigAOVJuBx/s600/OregonCoastFam2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649844200213027042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqpistF8D1ABRYMCwq6pHd-oexq0HN0MzFwCUiBCNjucBzCUcK8EHswa2682sMez7V1pHSsg2DDE5lNEoQ_hM7bj8uLPZG45m3AZsKq3Mgk7am7YC-UiolJLt-R_FklTVhr2LC/s1600/BeachHouse2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqpistF8D1ABRYMCwq6pHd-oexq0HN0MzFwCUiBCNjucBzCUcK8EHswa2682sMez7V1pHSsg2DDE5lNEoQ_hM7bj8uLPZG45m3AZsKq3Mgk7am7YC-UiolJLt-R_FklTVhr2LC/s320/BeachHouse2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649845297342268002" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkjZOJ0zimhH4P5_so2mYj-m0RT_1W9We1i3qwL-YGXvZYkWIvYa0Xhb8iuqubwR_5JLN_TiirF-5Dd8QO4kB_eMX6yOmSW448WRthW7iPE9wQBtZqWN0zM9w2nQPnlr4r5zWN/s1600/BeachHouse2009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkjZOJ0zimhH4P5_so2mYj-m0RT_1W9We1i3qwL-YGXvZYkWIvYa0Xhb8iuqubwR_5JLN_TiirF-5Dd8QO4kB_eMX6yOmSW448WRthW7iPE9wQBtZqWN0zM9w2nQPnlr4r5zWN/s320/BeachHouse2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649845455297914306" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKRAihLll_IvFgmIiqkJjRAix6pnC5Jc5qFQczBKh46Zy2js_6v41hyphenhyphenFu89AnpjfZ9A1l6fkaobkOwP0ggMNn2Ld1m9fCDzjI67ZMD-IaTiFnWQvHaH32LnnvKfF7m-_V1-Hf/s1600/BeachHouse2008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKRAihLll_IvFgmIiqkJjRAix6pnC5Jc5qFQczBKh46Zy2js_6v41hyphenhyphenFu89AnpjfZ9A1l6fkaobkOwP0ggMNn2Ld1m9fCDzjI67ZMD-IaTiFnWQvHaH32LnnvKfF7m-_V1-Hf/s320/BeachHouse2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649847153410696466" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMreAT3r97Z1ixjx5i8oi2wC_ESiQnfghGU0xXl_u2f7NQ4gkERxBuRRgh46QR0p9PemKNZzZCglFbkEeR4toPz-bnb4Y2dYpXPXNb4wImG3qFDBFgxm12ctRE7L0ZqWVbHAJx/s1600/BeachHouse2007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMreAT3r97Z1ixjx5i8oi2wC_ESiQnfghGU0xXl_u2f7NQ4gkERxBuRRgh46QR0p9PemKNZzZCglFbkEeR4toPz-bnb4Y2dYpXPXNb4wImG3qFDBFgxm12ctRE7L0ZqWVbHAJx/s320/BeachHouse2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649845722087576370" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsz7F9c1_d9ZSEuw9Svh6h4BSz7Slz6Tq4LXMyEL1g45vSrUZtf-wQMgr-VPjiztV8kxhRfOF11ef9ffsMhWvQiFUZF-ZpvuW7cUacFkOQxsYiLpcIYZDG20ZbDcensj9S8lP/s1600/BeachHouse2006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsz7F9c1_d9ZSEuw9Svh6h4BSz7Slz6Tq4LXMyEL1g45vSrUZtf-wQMgr-VPjiztV8kxhRfOF11ef9ffsMhWvQiFUZF-ZpvuW7cUacFkOQxsYiLpcIYZDG20ZbDcensj9S8lP/s320/BeachHouse2006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649845162366203202" /></a><br /><br />This concludes the flash-back portion of this post. Please stand by for more posts. (But don't stand too close, it may take a few days).kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-913402508013208772011-08-31T13:10:00.000-07:002011-08-31T15:22:02.318-07:00ScootSo I have a bunch of pictures to upload onto my computer from the past month's activities, but my computer is stuffed full- can't take one more little photo byte. So I have to cull and clean out the photo cache, and then download pictures onto an external hard drive and then download the new pics into iPhoto... needless to say all this takes time, and what with Maggie starting school, and the boys starting other extracurricular activities and me being just plain lazy, it hasn't happened yet. But here is an old video clip of Cash riding his scooter to appease y'all. He's about a month shy of being 3 here, and he rides his scooter like a little stud-muffin. (My favorite part of the video though? Maggie's <i>nearly</i> lost temper in the last 3 seconds...).<div>
<br /></div><div>Without further ado:</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxusNXsgEofZiCarQGiwY81-HHoQxFftCWanqJPBqlXbMWvTGPOadu8pBvnFf2gq5rvOwBS815cY1U' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-45602990455604296082011-08-06T17:10:00.001-07:002011-08-06T17:21:33.861-07:00Conversations<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Preface: </span> <i>On the menu for dinner tonight-- Pre-seasoned individually wrapped frozen salmon fillets that you simply unwrap, throw on a baking sheet and cook. As a side dish I opened up a can of green beans and heated it up in the microwave. A little salt and pepper on the beans, a squeeze of lemon juice on the fish. Done. Not my proudest meal, but...</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Maggie: (After taking a few bites) Mmmmm, oh my gosh MOM! This is sooooo good!!!</div><div>Me: (Blank stare)</div><div>Maggie: I'm serious mom, you are the best cook ever! </div><div>Me: (Blank stare)</div><div>Maggie: Mom, I think you should write a cookbook. And you could even put your name on the front of it! And you could have your own cooking show! You could make food just like this and people would be saying, "Oh man! This lady can cook real good!"</div><div>Me: (Blank stare)</div><div>Maggie: Mom? Do you hear what I'm talking about? </div><div>Me: I'm flattered sweetie...Thanks for the complements! Now, can you finish your dinner?</div><div>Maggie: (Poking at her fish with her fork) Can you heat it up in the microwave? It's not very good when it's not heated up.</div><div><br /></div>kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25978223.post-51657985609742611182011-07-29T08:12:00.000-07:002011-07-29T08:25:11.135-07:00Have a Fabulous Weekend!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1idDeh44b2hIOcXLyZpuaolhNlPRChM8o_dJfBGgfbiXr1A7T6Oz4i7CxINEKzGzasoStgD1cVtWNLTqPoZ67m_Q5JDEWyv_AJUApwRIoImLvkLl_y0mOFQMBR4flECjT6hgU/s1600/IMG_0178.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1idDeh44b2hIOcXLyZpuaolhNlPRChM8o_dJfBGgfbiXr1A7T6Oz4i7CxINEKzGzasoStgD1cVtWNLTqPoZ67m_Q5JDEWyv_AJUApwRIoImLvkLl_y0mOFQMBR4flECjT6hgU/s600/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634793037758590642" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTx0JHyCfnCLzYTFvmq_jm9rLyuiyJeX9kujqfuBigICT7Vkd0t7zqa_BwKXNBVo50Nlk5TmvZ69G9Upwj3mdaMMyPWHd0J7zNEYXuODJQTiDsKupaDR2D2cYKD1lGCPY9C9sw/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTx0JHyCfnCLzYTFvmq_jm9rLyuiyJeX9kujqfuBigICT7Vkd0t7zqa_BwKXNBVo50Nlk5TmvZ69G9Upwj3mdaMMyPWHd0J7zNEYXuODJQTiDsKupaDR2D2cYKD1lGCPY9C9sw/s600/IMG_0183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634793032751859522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhANKb5bp7HdAuU1zDWQMbeKvgliLh7jzlIQje-NMlxW2ol12lKS1Bqyo6J34EYfYXC8zCLZGBo2M6zFtpJBHCexFOEBrJyiYC7zlZtp2OJn-wfynaeYATtG9QtJa4SF7iQNxz7/s1600/IMG_0188.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhANKb5bp7HdAuU1zDWQMbeKvgliLh7jzlIQje-NMlxW2ol12lKS1Bqyo6J34EYfYXC8zCLZGBo2M6zFtpJBHCexFOEBrJyiYC7zlZtp2OJn-wfynaeYATtG9QtJa4SF7iQNxz7/s600/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634793028549084018" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here are my little lovelies holding an alligator. If I remember correctly this here 'gator is about 3 years old. I think Oscar didn't believe he was real because he kept poking his finger in the poor lil' gator's eyeball! These were taken on our vacation to Florida 2 months ago.</span></span></div>kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886845639783153681noreply@blogger.com2