tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150869222024-03-06T21:35:52.787-07:00Everyday BlissJust trying to keep it real.Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-84894416719797387042013-05-26T15:05:00.002-07:002013-05-26T15:05:54.981-07:00May 19-24<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">I finally figured out my problem with blogging.</span> I've been trying to do it for other people and not for me. I realized today that I want my blog to be a personal family history. I don't really care if it entertains or gets a lot of "hits." So, I'll plan on blogging every Sunday by putting my week in review.<br />
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Sunday 5/19: TJ and I spoke in church. Our topic was "Temples and Family History." I was energetic, affable, and I told lots of good spiritual stories. TJ followed up with a talk full of scriptures and discussion rooted in doctrine.<br />
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Monday 5/20: I took Sophie to school today then I went to Target with Hallie and Henry and Rose. I love having Target so close! TJ...not so much. TJ went to Pocatello for some meetings. Can't remember too much about Monday, it must have been<i> "just another manic Monday." </i><br />
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Tuesday 5/21: Sophie and Henry had their preschool and Kindergarten graduation programs this night. They were so excited. We wanted to make it a special event for them so we decided to treat them out to their favorite restaurant, China Palace, in Eagle. It's right next to Grandma June's home so she walked over to join us. As the Cashew Chicken was making its way around the table, little Hallie reached out, grabbed a cashew, and popped it into her mouth. Within moments we realized that she is extremely allergic, as she spat it out and started screaming, scratching at her throat and breaking into hives. After a while we calmed her down and then she started to vomit all over the place. It was CRAZY! TJ and I bathed her in the rinki-dink sink that was in the bathroom. There was no soap. And we dried her off with paper towels. Luckily I had brought an extra two pair of clothes knowing that she might make a mess of herself. <br />
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After dinner, we went to Henry's preschool program. My favorite little "ditty" was "I'm a little Teapot." Then we went to Sophie's program and she was all too nostalgic and grown up. As I got her graduation garb on and was readying myself to leave the room she said with a heavy sigh, "Well, I'll see you at my graduation, Mom." Her cap kept falling off during the program and she was so cute to watch as she tried to do the actions to the songs with her usual exuberance, but had to hold back so she wouldn't keep losing her cap. It was adorable.<br />
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Tuesday, Aunt Joey also came to town and picked up the truck to drive it back to UT so Ridgey can drive it to school. We also got to walk through our future home with her. Tuesday was a BUSY day to say the least!<br />
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Wednesday 5/22: Sophie went to school for her field day. It was a same-old same-old sort of day. Sophie and TJ have been reading Lemony Snicket's <i>A Series of Unfortunate Events</i> and finished the first book on Wednesday evening.<br />
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Thursday 5/23: Sophie and Henry had a "park day" for their last day of school. It was our last time to see teachers and friends from school before Summer. It was pretty chilly but the kids enjoyed playing at the park. I decided to let Hallie and Rose play, even though they were both showing a lot of signs of sickness. I'm pretty sure that this only accentuated their ills.<br />
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Friday 5/24: Sophie, Henry, Hallie and I sat down together to play with our toy zoo. We were having a great time and then all of a sudden Henry started throwing fits of RAGE every few minutes over everything. And Sophie started crying a LOT. And I discovered that they were running fevers like their baby sisters. So, we had a "movie day." I tried to mow the lawn and had to restart our used lawn mower something like 12 times. ARGH.<br />
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Saturday 5/25: We got a refrigerator for our new home. We cleaned out the van. TJ took one of our dressers over to Grandma June's. Then he went to buy a new lawn mower. I'm sure that if we were fix-it guys we could just have tinkered a bit with our current machine, but we don't have the skill, time, or patience for that. We did our grocery shopping and at the end of the day TJ got to go to the driving range and hit a bucket of balls. He only broke one club.</div>
Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-28182533810636715752012-12-13T13:49:00.001-07:002012-12-13T13:49:09.113-07:00Out to Lunch!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Last Saturday I got to get together with three of my girlfriends from High School. I love those girls so much and it was so great to see each other and talk about getting old! Ha ha! No, seriously, we mostly talked about health problems and getting old!<br />
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We had such a fun time and it reminded me of how true friendship never dies. When I think of my experience in High School I count myself SO lucky that I had the best friends ever! And when I see these girls now, I still consider how lucky I am that, though we don't see each other all the time, when we do we don't skip a beat!<br />
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So, a funny thing happened when we were all together. (Actually, lots of funny things happened like when Anna said "Stoffing stuckers.") Anyway, Anna, Michele and I took an extra minute after lunch to walk through a couple shops and we continued talking about our lives and Anna and I started asking Michele all sorts of questions about what it was like to have a professional life. Question after question came and Michele's answers of "working late into the night", "always being available for work" and "80 hours a week" seemed to just floor us. We stood there mouths ajar as she explained her job. And then Michele said something truly poignant she looked at us and said, "Yeah, but you guys are mothers, you never stop working either. It's not much different."<br />
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I've reflected at that moment a couple of times since and I chuckle to myself. Here we were, looking at Michele as though she were some fabulously rare thing "a working woman," and I've wondered if we could turn our gaze back to ourselves would we see something equally amazing and wonderful?<br />
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We (stay at home moms) really are so quick to think less of our "work" as mothers and to not highly regard it as we should. And I confess and know that if I would just take to my job as seriously and with as much importance as Michele does hers, I'd be a much, much, much better homemaker, mother, cook, cleaner...everything.<br />
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And that leads me to think about a comment a woman made to me once long ago. She said, "Debra, you will never work a day in your life. You will find joy in whatever job you do and you will be happy." I loved the comment at the time. It led me to think that I had the power to successfully achieve a great life. And I'm sad to realize that I've forgotten about that inner ability and power I have. I've always thought of myself as a positive and happy person and I've always enjoyed life. So, why is it harder to summon up my whistle while I work, just because it lacks "glamor" or is not "professional" When in reality it can be the most glamorous and professional thing if I make it so! Right? Right!<br />
It's like this: I'm the CEO. I get to decide just how great of a job this will be! Wonderful!</div>
Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-89989598131613084672012-12-06T15:36:00.000-07:002012-12-06T15:36:12.849-07:00Counting Blessings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This morning something truly scary happened. Scary like, Henry came and happily informed me that he put a jelly bean in Rose's mouth, scary. (He was so pleased with himself for feeding her and for giving her a jelly bean.)<br />
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I ran and grabbed her, swiped my finger and found nothing. Then I calmly sat and just watched her. Black spit oozed out and I knew it was still in there. So I swiped again and found it in her cheek.<br />
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I am so grateful for each of my children. I couldn't bear the thought of losing one. I'm counting my blessings today for Rose's beautiful cheeks which securely held that jelly bean away from her throat, and I am also counting my blessings that Henry would come and tell me what he did. </div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Roger was a friendly spider who came to visit earlier today. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">It seemed all too soon and sudden that he had to leave this earthly life when our neighbor-grandpa Rod sprayed him with insect killer. Funeral services were held. I was the pallbearer, and before I deposited roger into his large black casket I asked the children to say something nice about roger. Sophie said, "Roger was a spider." I agreed and added that he was indeed a spider, a very large one and friendly to boot. I then asked the children to say goodbye. Sophie's goodbye was simple even a trite: goodbye. Cheerfully said. Then Henry came to pay his respects. He looked at the dead thing sitting on the edge of the sandbox shovel. Roger's poor mangled body did not look at all stately or regal as it once had. And Henry's lip started to quiver. His eyes turned a weepy red. And no words could escape his embittered tongue. He ran, as little boys do, and hid his sensitive self, shielding his deepest feelings, and hiding his tears. Roger was gone. Roger. This ugly spider that we came to know and name just minutes before was gone. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">There's the story of Roger.</span></span></div>
Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-70024909107107677322012-03-08T14:52:00.004-07:002012-03-08T15:01:11.299-07:00Got me down...<div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbA2_4KsUkh5YUKr5f7TxVTuMDlsecrUJSdSDIlOc0W6cDrCX21Kdo52DLIgJb41pnLKpj17n75gEdaXo3ddtouWuzUocXPavDSCBH-FNCIg8ugFXHn7ZXFPAHE2qVNYyFh2Rzvw/s1600/DSC06434.JPG"></a>Had the Flu last week. The actual flu. Tested positive and all. The Dr. was skeptical, "Everyone is coming in because of this virus, it's not the flu, but we'll test you since you have little ones at home..." Then the phone call, "Ummmm...well, you tested positive for influenza A, so..." </span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">So that's had me down and OUT for a bit. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And, little Henry is Potty TRAINED!!! He's a champ at it too. It clicked and once it clicked it was GREAT! What a relief (for him and for me).</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbA2_4KsUkh5YUKr5f7TxVTuMDlsecrUJSdSDIlOc0W6cDrCX21Kdo52DLIgJb41pnLKpj17n75gEdaXo3ddtouWuzUocXPavDSCBH-FNCIg8ugFXHn7ZXFPAHE2qVNYyFh2Rzvw/s320/DSC06434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717648823824563106" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div>This is a pretty good description of how I felt all last week, and still feel though I am MUCH much better I just don't know how much I want to interact with the world just yet!</div><div><br /></div><div>And, on the other hand, I'm SUPER excited because I'm driving to Idaho tomorrow to send my Step-mom off on her mission to Nauvoo! What a great place to be on a mission. I'm so jealous of her, and then I think about wearing the pioneer garb in the middle of a Nauvoo summer and I rethink my jealousy! I love you Margie and I am so happy for you!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div>Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-5139651792912346072012-02-27T07:18:00.004-07:002012-02-27T07:48:51.124-07:00A Hairdresser of Seuss Talent<div>Last night I was summoned for a hair-DO! So I sat where I was told and let the little hairdresser's hands carefully (or not so carefully) craft their masterpiece. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was lovely! I looked like her rendition of Cindy-lou-who. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHhrbT085iDSq0GBkSg65XZfFOUHvnbZyePR5vtR68uunVXeu4zQBYTTvgMbmlFje9T2eLMR2aD8wP-bSz1m9kcv5zQfivbZaV35bhoxX8eMRSUhCtVpXLmEwhSNn22XMWBkp/s200/DSC06431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713824930011672434" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbWElIaQFdf3UBGrKmvAjt6cNb9SesDE9sS4eMYkUCjPWDRceCOwhBD8-si4HnNRAg-m6sOXY61khTTBOez4z823N1qgYj_Uru0wLJIhLTwozOfUaVTWYRaDgq6BWxVdl6D5c/s1600/DSC06432.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbWElIaQFdf3UBGrKmvAjt6cNb9SesDE9sS4eMYkUCjPWDRceCOwhBD8-si4HnNRAg-m6sOXY61khTTBOez4z823N1qgYj_Uru0wLJIhLTwozOfUaVTWYRaDgq6BWxVdl6D5c/s200/DSC06432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713824937223070578" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnOrGALJOraA5HyKnb1ci0ALcPcfcZcA5jlTlwm7OKF3pbMcOz0YeuuYy0qBg8KQFnxq6L1Jv2JfUpBaGaxBcJjNORi8_DqzZFEIS3UoOl_qzvP21W4Vtb7WWJEd7_IIn5by4d/s200/DSC06428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713824923205628514" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHhrbT085iDSq0GBkSg65XZfFOUHvnbZyePR5vtR68uunVXeu4zQBYTTvgMbmlFje9T2eLMR2aD8wP-bSz1m9kcv5zQfivbZaV35bhoxX8eMRSUhCtVpXLmEwhSNn22XMWBkp/s1600/DSC06431.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbWElIaQFdf3UBGrKmvAjt6cNb9SesDE9sS4eMYkUCjPWDRceCOwhBD8-si4HnNRAg-m6sOXY61khTTBOez4z823N1qgYj_Uru0wLJIhLTwozOfUaVTWYRaDgq6BWxVdl6D5c/s1600/DSC06432.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here we are, my little hairdresser and I! </div><div>What talent. What vision. What a girl!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I could hardly stand it at the end of the night when she asked if I could keep it in all night and all day "tomorrow." It melted my heart and I wished I had the strength of scalp to stand the pulling and strain on my hair. Oh, sweet Sophie. I love you and I love the hair do! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-78504312441152627032012-02-23T21:45:00.003-07:002012-02-23T22:07:09.204-07:00Celebrating Something!!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">So. Little Henners had his 3rd birthday and it was a HUGE success. I finished the quilt and I was so happy to watch my sweet and sensitive little boy open this present. He was so excited he exclaimed, "A BLANKET! I WANT TO SNUGGLE IN IT!" It was the perfect reaction to all TJ's and my hard work. (TJ helped me in snipping all the edges. Thanks babe!)</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnr4eu_J6JWEQx3iX8YKbvrtuKX8xEJOS2cGF-E6_0YBaNe_kdjsQnIKMGHR_6pFq7LP9rrP3ql7bTvcUTBjNGVtBX1tj7IauzXnbQitnGherwQhLWVEpBuTpmyhQkhyVjeL8pJw/s1600/DSC06386.JPG" style="font-size: medium; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnr4eu_J6JWEQx3iX8YKbvrtuKX8xEJOS2cGF-E6_0YBaNe_kdjsQnIKMGHR_6pFq7LP9rrP3ql7bTvcUTBjNGVtBX1tj7IauzXnbQitnGherwQhLWVEpBuTpmyhQkhyVjeL8pJw/s320/DSC06386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712562029394370834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Then Henry got spoiled rotten with all his other gifts. So spoiled, in fact, that after the day was over and he was peacefully dreaming of train tracks, lawn mowers, cars, and blankets, Sophie looked at me and said, "I'm so glad Henry had such a great birthday and he got all these great presents that I get to play with when he's in bed."</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9y1B8EGyHAdr94ayK622WAioqoHiroeG9ZXfWtazl06zJlQiHQLts8sTyd5TgA2mGMbkal7xkigcwvjElzZJZTZ1ZZpjmAk8NCua6uV2CSUY4Q5COU572Ok6XRpc0cDMtu3zOQ/s1600/DSC06393.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9y1B8EGyHAdr94ayK622WAioqoHiroeG9ZXfWtazl06zJlQiHQLts8sTyd5TgA2mGMbkal7xkigcwvjElzZJZTZ1ZZpjmAk8NCua6uV2CSUY4Q5COU572Ok6XRpc0cDMtu3zOQ/s320/DSC06393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712562041301655458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Way to go my little three year old boy. You make my blood boil (sometimes), you melt my heart, you make me swoon and sometimes I just want to hold and squeeze you because I just can't stand how incredibly cute you are. I'm so in love with you my little buddy-boy. Now, go on and get yourself potty trained! I know you can do it! </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >So, in other news........</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">TJ is going to London in April and he's "forcing" me to go with him. What's a girl to do with herself???</div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And in other, other news</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Hallie Growls!</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwvHEua3wJZrG6UYpf2hVMXGAuC-Bf6vm93DuNIGEgp3sV_SJjeh8gAeiqLjN49Dzw9tXghfYa0Zpo' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-47812177983924722262012-02-14T11:45:00.005-07:002012-02-14T12:20:52.721-07:00A Few of Our Favorite Things<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left; "><span style="font-size: 100%;">Thank you </span></span><a href="http://musicalmoreys.blogspot.com/" style="text-align: left; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">Morey Family </a><span style="text-align: left; "><span style="font-size: 100%;"> for giving us an idea to completely copy for our Family Home Evening last night.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">We each picked out four things that we LOVE and that we wanted to journal through photography.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Our love scavenger hunt was a blast. Sophie and Henry had so much fun taking their own pictures that they even considered not going to the treat store afterward so they could stay and take more pictures. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, here you have it, the things we love:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAx3L3sY0YD_a2005ak2UTiU_Zu5eBAIWXqDTgegUL646RpzX2vNXFhIbtx0ykfyC5-kh3lz0vBXec8HQCRIEGIc0wM9oHga2YT6Xzr7hNag6NVpXxObTUMYF96RUoa9SknzENg/s1600/DSC06356.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAx3L3sY0YD_a2005ak2UTiU_Zu5eBAIWXqDTgegUL646RpzX2vNXFhIbtx0ykfyC5-kh3lz0vBXec8HQCRIEGIc0wM9oHga2YT6Xzr7hNag6NVpXxObTUMYF96RUoa9SknzENg/s320/DSC06356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709067492695975634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sophie loves Hallie because she is so cute.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTcgdi6FZqwdMfgGKYn37KT5nB23z1WdN91EKVZE62U2J5BOFXWZeSC9Zu9Toh3ab0ZWxyLTa5Ny9D7X3aqy9H7dtZPthy-X-Z1L15LDO4qaEBzM4vsH1QnDEB2Hw4ZBX0qAa0mQ/s1600/DSC06355.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTcgdi6FZqwdMfgGKYn37KT5nB23z1WdN91EKVZE62U2J5BOFXWZeSC9Zu9Toh3ab0ZWxyLTa5Ny9D7X3aqy9H7dtZPthy-X-Z1L15LDO4qaEBzM4vsH1QnDEB2Hw4ZBX0qAa0mQ/s320/DSC06355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709067480604395682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sophie also loves her Dress-ups because she can pretend to be a princess.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-jjsDwJqTJ1v6VIgbSdbvmQrg60DM5V6k2Dvw1Y8x6x2e2vHOstH0-lcxd1HFddGWvES34zYwdP2FFaRDhiz8MPbaXyn7Zx7dO3pyTg8gJd3SdLeUBYIJCPb5d7-3gJbpswUiw/s1600/DSC06365.JPG" style="font-family: Times; text-align: left; font-size: medium; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-jjsDwJqTJ1v6VIgbSdbvmQrg60DM5V6k2Dvw1Y8x6x2e2vHOstH0-lcxd1HFddGWvES34zYwdP2FFaRDhiz8MPbaXyn7Zx7dO3pyTg8gJd3SdLeUBYIJCPb5d7-3gJbpswUiw/s320/DSC06365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709069259285545346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sophie loves books especially Green Eggs and Ham because she can almost read it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHmlcjE7WFfSye8PJHJIS-SZm6ydoBP2OWqspIhu4yn1VWw3jukIUjJaMBWsKFRA6P4ixGSfcxAXcxSswJhd4-0iiAfgZUiAk_9RqrraAhTFfpMwTR6dvGbTUpISlvC-Ddu0plQ/s1600/DSC06368.JPG" style="font-family: Times; text-align: left; font-size: medium; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHmlcjE7WFfSye8PJHJIS-SZm6ydoBP2OWqspIhu4yn1VWw3jukIUjJaMBWsKFRA6P4ixGSfcxAXcxSswJhd4-0iiAfgZUiAk_9RqrraAhTFfpMwTR6dvGbTUpISlvC-Ddu0plQ/s320/DSC06368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709071051181932546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sophie loves pouring her own water into her cup. She's an independent little fart. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijoe6VYELCIcCJUJ3MzbEsBlzrIDjOMqnNnjMY1f1cHpL4cu_Ep9vERPpx7UJvMKzcqzaQLytPOPwIASw_cYlPtwxjFDCVWeMkjk5-5UKu0w4Hc1wcayszEmvxBPscWKe53Vn2Qg/s1600/DSC06359.JPG" style="text-align: left; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijoe6VYELCIcCJUJ3MzbEsBlzrIDjOMqnNnjMY1f1cHpL4cu_Ep9vERPpx7UJvMKzcqzaQLytPOPwIASw_cYlPtwxjFDCVWeMkjk5-5UKu0w4Hc1wcayszEmvxBPscWKe53Vn2Qg/s320/DSC06359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709067509262374450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Henry loves his Sippy-cup.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0FR3reHHFxt2gZmLd3Vw3cctUwQiepVi-YsYu5Tk3Yb-J3jpY6_Bg1SB0276xqG3iJkEOoWuAGGTS-Nxln3lhNsTUct8BjfBU6Ejv7tVC_WvsG0uAi_pNOYeEqccMB8eqYL8-Ug/s1600/DSC06358.JPG" style="text-align: left; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0FR3reHHFxt2gZmLd3Vw3cctUwQiepVi-YsYu5Tk3Yb-J3jpY6_Bg1SB0276xqG3iJkEOoWuAGGTS-Nxln3lhNsTUct8BjfBU6Ejv7tVC_WvsG0uAi_pNOYeEqccMB8eqYL8-Ug/s320/DSC06358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709067501255888114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Henry also loves his trucks so he can play with them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62djuwa6Ahtn3h_Li85mghceeTVt_mbyLnQep6-wVDwW95LxctvraRVIA9XzL3JikG1Jgl7bTOiJGY9GYtx4Q51JNpt_KLQsQkbeOXE4L7GXUpRxBEMDNnK22nm2Vq_rUfuqYwA/s1600/DSC06367.JPG" style="font-family: Times; text-align: left; font-size: medium; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62djuwa6Ahtn3h_Li85mghceeTVt_mbyLnQep6-wVDwW95LxctvraRVIA9XzL3JikG1Jgl7bTOiJGY9GYtx4Q51JNpt_KLQsQkbeOXE4L7GXUpRxBEMDNnK22nm2Vq_rUfuqYwA/s320/DSC06367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709071044957293362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Henry loves this big truck too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1gIj79NMO8B1U8lVx82QKLmeCJKRZKPWJW2c6lgFb7yzDYxTh8l_7s7HC128dkHgJdn8UwvgKTII9xgw9j1TNEBxZNFGPx5zUQI_w3YHXI7hos8x_oRIQJcAwgR34aLmqdSojOw/s1600/DSC06366.JPG" style="font-family: Times; text-align: left; font-size: medium; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1gIj79NMO8B1U8lVx82QKLmeCJKRZKPWJW2c6lgFb7yzDYxTh8l_7s7HC128dkHgJdn8UwvgKTII9xgw9j1TNEBxZNFGPx5zUQI_w3YHXI7hos8x_oRIQJcAwgR34aLmqdSojOw/s320/DSC06366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709071037374362626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Henry loves his microphone because he loves to sing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpYeEljQgDQUBJ7TnNeS7eRkMuTSFmlBr_oBrNLCDO5bt7dIgD24IVhr_FbiHfAuJQzkrB9nTGBORsHpyiL2K9jCWAPSwpt375ki0fHCk-O6lsoCqMqSCtVVV5XLhokkCKj_WPvw/s1600/DSC06361.JPG" style="font-family: Times; text-align: left; font-size: medium; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpYeEljQgDQUBJ7TnNeS7eRkMuTSFmlBr_oBrNLCDO5bt7dIgD24IVhr_FbiHfAuJQzkrB9nTGBORsHpyiL2K9jCWAPSwpt375ki0fHCk-O6lsoCqMqSCtVVV5XLhokkCKj_WPvw/s320/DSC06361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709069220879099922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">TJ loves sweet little Sophie,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLLagAzr_fTRGm9QFvQTLzhBO2WCvfhJ_dzAVkM7h42jVlhWL2dRZr-dSo2mppampczFtCBiFhERANIhTVvrxvUQFeWvRwKTlDUmj2N7NrBrR_k7-V6-kCYzHJMO0u76YmLAnL2A/s1600/DSC06360.JPG" style="text-align: left; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLLagAzr_fTRGm9QFvQTLzhBO2WCvfhJ_dzAVkM7h42jVlhWL2dRZr-dSo2mppampczFtCBiFhERANIhTVvrxvUQFeWvRwKTlDUmj2N7NrBrR_k7-V6-kCYzHJMO0u76YmLAnL2A/s320/DSC06360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709067520938281970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">silly little Henry,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONKO4Y3dMDLsvZy9VV59sVgomF8KBZ6_5yaxRSZbMSdMCqReTC55OLSvTJO-yEdys_lo_ngN5i8ItU_dyRov9GeOCTTgh4MUkmuH2KYGRXutjx7jw1LCEo560LG1xGzTOPUgJlA/s1600/DSC06370.JPG" style="font-family: Times; text-align: left; font-size: medium; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONKO4Y3dMDLsvZy9VV59sVgomF8KBZ6_5yaxRSZbMSdMCqReTC55OLSvTJO-yEdys_lo_ngN5i8ItU_dyRov9GeOCTTgh4MUkmuH2KYGRXutjx7jw1LCEo560LG1xGzTOPUgJlA/s320/DSC06370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709071081860564898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Debra...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2kLGjfBtzSA-YQV68KJ_eQMi8SRiVvhw66oHUO28cXkngzkzcfDvXPL-GgXrs0fhEk8SlLAEkYazwvzb8JOlCEIdP7qS3lxNqh4NgF55U5VnWXsQ-QdXKc2RH2zycBHw6MxqpsQ/s1600/DSC06369.JPG" style="font-family: Times; text-align: left; font-size: medium; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2kLGjfBtzSA-YQV68KJ_eQMi8SRiVvhw66oHUO28cXkngzkzcfDvXPL-GgXrs0fhEk8SlLAEkYazwvzb8JOlCEIdP7qS3lxNqh4NgF55U5VnWXsQ-QdXKc2RH2zycBHw6MxqpsQ/s320/DSC06369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709071062835497778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And, Hallie.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZ3zvXm2C4mswhbyqbCa_Q1_etmMelw9zKvVUq_ahxyzspdtfYIewkz4eTHaZPhFY-ObMCZPv36S5anHtVF1xlDgKMb5bxB4dZvBe16MVf5uZgbhssfzm1tB0Hrfo_M2kPrGfJA/s1600/DSC06363.JPG" style="font-family: Times; text-align: left; font-size: medium; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZ3zvXm2C4mswhbyqbCa_Q1_etmMelw9zKvVUq_ahxyzspdtfYIewkz4eTHaZPhFY-ObMCZPv36S5anHtVF1xlDgKMb5bxB4dZvBe16MVf5uZgbhssfzm1tB0Hrfo_M2kPrGfJA/s320/DSC06363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709069239488758306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Debra loves Hymns Made Easy, because she can play them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTkmpwprg76LqHHUU4TH2HifYEsHiotY3Y8-1ufA9pt9cffOfrlvgohVF9L4tNMFvdHsBOuldR3Y9-ho1K9C-rCsKx5v9mkgBxQa8CedX5F5CqLJgJnZdYvgCboD4hu1xKoO_n_g/s1600/DSC06364.JPG" style="font-family: Times; text-align: left; font-size: medium; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTkmpwprg76LqHHUU4TH2HifYEsHiotY3Y8-1ufA9pt9cffOfrlvgohVF9L4tNMFvdHsBOuldR3Y9-ho1K9C-rCsKx5v9mkgBxQa8CedX5F5CqLJgJnZdYvgCboD4hu1xKoO_n_g/s320/DSC06364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709069248072446066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Debra loves bed-time for the kids.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpwsGJmBpggmUh0VZyO1-IXHhR3FCqxx4kAYksCGXwni7AR3LapbVdXr0DTqJRZrS_ErN2RLmn7qfTuHjhD2QpPiQwr01sKjISR6hUbqyYno-5aBgPG_dJ67nNd2cADLjcSh-HhQ/s1600/DSC06362.JPG" style="font-family: Times; text-align: left; font-size: medium; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpwsGJmBpggmUh0VZyO1-IXHhR3FCqxx4kAYksCGXwni7AR3LapbVdXr0DTqJRZrS_ErN2RLmn7qfTuHjhD2QpPiQwr01sKjISR6hUbqyYno-5aBgPG_dJ67nNd2cADLjcSh-HhQ/s320/DSC06362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709069231899861586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Debra also loves all the (big and little) bliss's in her life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">During the process of our camera's battery dying, we neglected to picture what Hallie loves: Hallie loves her exersaucer and her daddy. (TJ was in charge of helping Hallie with her love scavenger hunt.) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sophie has been so excited today and she's exclaimed a couple times that this really "is a great holiday because people keep bringing us treats!" </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, there you have it, we love our family and a lot of our toys and we especially love getting treats! Happy Valentines Day!</div></div>Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-12257425516236307382012-02-13T14:47:00.005-07:002012-02-13T15:00:42.833-07:00I must be Crazy!<div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">I've got one week until Little Henner's 3rd birthday. And, I openly and honestly admit that I must be crazy.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: left;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Almost a year ago I ran into a quilt at a craft show, and it was love at first sight. I've never made a quilt, except for an occasional stitch here, and a tie there. But this was a "rag quilt" which in the quilting world translates into "easy". (At least, in the quilting world in my mind). Ever since that craft show, I knew I'd be making that quilt (or something like it) for the little guy for his birthday...and here we are, one week before the big day. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">So, one week ago I had nothing (still trying to learn about procrastination), except for the concept. Then a quick (and expensive) trip to the fabric store, and a good amount of time spent cutting up some old jeans solved my "nothing" dilemma. And now I have this: </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLc_7Vl-rVBW2DZjsaGjNXZ0hAZVNptThFQqQYSfuHhyGDISLXOdqLU8qfYHfCJnKGyk4FxagztJLtI-OM4CRy8JhquIIu6-heAZoaelMJisjnA0KYu9fZrnHv2iJGx-kiMZDzw/s1600/Crazy+001.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLc_7Vl-rVBW2DZjsaGjNXZ0hAZVNptThFQqQYSfuHhyGDISLXOdqLU8qfYHfCJnKGyk4FxagztJLtI-OM4CRy8JhquIIu6-heAZoaelMJisjnA0KYu9fZrnHv2iJGx-kiMZDzw/s320/Crazy+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708742033295604962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a>And this: </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybKvUM2DRKxU-f2Asp9oyWdXm0DtXm6lMBZ8Gtl_xkbJdivDIrRWAMg1hh3zIEIqEvGOkrD_vZMsuQB8M12XZYPbjIkXHzNTQLRYWKY25KkFJDq_djRxeYNkEF2eHoW1H4G9d4g/s320/Crazy+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708742042643218546" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " />Let's just hope I find the stamina to assemble this together in an orderly, and most daring fashion SOON. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">In other news, the little guy discovered, just yesterday, that he's officially tall enough to turn on and off the lights without a stool. And from there we spent the rest of the evening excitedly going from thing to thing, all the things he was now big enough to do...he's still not sure about that potty though. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div>Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-25819637125341605972012-02-06T12:17:00.003-07:002012-02-06T12:42:37.946-07:00A Horror Story fit for a Monday MorningMr. T, and I sat down with our children at our wits end a couple days ago. Funny, but whatever it was that broke the camels back on Saturday, can't even come to my recollection right now (here's a HUGE hint to myself: if it doesn't at all matter now, it shouldn't have mattered so much to me right then...right?)<div><br /></div><div>But. It. Did. Boy did it ever matter to me. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, we sat the kids down and talked about ALL the naughty things we'd ALL done and we decided that we'd try hard not to be so naughty this coming week. </div><div><br /></div><div>Church on Sunday was Perfect! (I can't say that too often, but it really was.) I think it was because Little Henners fell asleep during Sacrament meeting. Boy, he's a handful. </div><div><br /></div><div>And 5 am came WAAAY to early this morning for comfort. And I just couldn't get Henry or Hallie back to sleep. So we were up. And, remembering our efforts to be super good and kind to one another, I decided to make the most of it and stretch with the kiddos. We did some down-dogs, some cats and cows, we saluted the sun, and relaxed our legs and hips with the butterfly.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, breakfast. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then, dishes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then (can someone insert the theme from Jaws here?) came the pitter patter of two little pairs of feet up and down the hallway by our bedrooms. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.</div><div><br /></div><div>And they were quiet. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's when I became curious. I turned my head around the corner of the kitchen and I saw it. One little body running down the hallway with a SUPER LONG stream of Toilet Paper running along behind her. </div><div><br /></div><div>I screamed. But, looking back on the incident, I don't think my scream was shrill, or blood curdling. It was a different scream than I have ever encountered. It was a surprised and "I'm about to lose my mind" sort of scream. </div><div><br /></div><div>I cautiously took each step toward the hallway to examine the damage. (This is the part of the Horror Story where you yell out loud: NO, DON'T GO LOOK IN THE HALLWAY) I should have just turned around and not even gone to look, but look I did, and scream more I did. And I cried. </div><div><br /></div><div>There were two rolls of toilet paper torn in pieces ALL OVER MY BEDROOM. (It's still there...I can't face it just yet.)</div><div><br /></div><div>And, now as I sit here and ponder this event, I wonder: What will my kids remember from this? Will they remember my screaming "YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THIS." Or will they remember how fun it is to toilet paper something? </div><div><br /></div><div>I think I failed. Again. I should have had the composure to just laugh and merrily send them on their way to the naughty chairs. But, I didn't. </div><div><br /></div><div>And I'm sure when I try to recollect this memory to tell someone just HOW naughty my children were earlier in the week, I probably won't remember exactly what it was that they did. </div>Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-70246177305879623632012-02-03T12:14:00.006-07:002012-02-03T13:20:44.088-07:00Building Self-Confidence in children<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left; "><span style="font-size: 100%;">As I was sitting here thinking about some of my recent thoughts (deep, right?) I considered that I needed to consult something, (a book, a website, a trusted opinion...). Then I came upon one of my best and most revered friend's blog </span></span><a href="http://www.thewolfleyfamily.blogspot.com/" style="text-align: left; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">here</a><span style="text-align: left; "><span style="font-size: 100%;"> and as I read it I felt as though she was having her conversation with me, that we were back in high school, and we were sitting in one of our bedrooms hugging our pillows as </span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: left; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">the night hours drew on and on and we talked and talked of life and all its mysteries. Her blog made me miss blogging.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">So, here I am. Blogging. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Now, before I get too wordy, here are a couple pictures of our family's most recents:</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi35WAY-V2ThZp73SV0QysHibbT9ksyGVHe0_03w4nFpz_6XUOuaZq7SR319Be1vX9y4z5xAx9kkZevdZA9B8zA2XvEAhL8TrtdlgMs-ae-3QhVOUA6xfk4C5TSWuCgdOg7AfEiNQ/s320/DSC06202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705000121643493954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Yes, we took off to Disneyland last week and it was SUPER fun!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiahGDPy64z7RqS30uCqgXmqq9AliJ2h7eZpgknYjWiqhIC0Ot4klKI_FQAyY8O-7MLhX03NcVpUjMps2lQ_TE2uh2J262_FuAmvFQzkjNAIWG9pPA6CjGimDfj1NAHSA4lNyF4Q/s1600/DSC06160.JPG" style="text-align: left; font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiahGDPy64z7RqS30uCqgXmqq9AliJ2h7eZpgknYjWiqhIC0Ot4klKI_FQAyY8O-7MLhX03NcVpUjMps2lQ_TE2uh2J262_FuAmvFQzkjNAIWG9pPA6CjGimDfj1NAHSA4lNyF4Q/s320/DSC06160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705000128896331986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>And, of course, we took our children to the beach with no towels, no swimsuits, and no extra clothes...AND WE GOT WET!</span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And here are my recent thoughts: I want my children to have confidence as they grow older. I want them to stop whining right now, and use pleasing voices. I also want my actions and interactions with them to lead them to a place where they look back on their world, their home life, with affection and revere it as a happy home, a home where they were taught and where they KNEW that they were handsome, beautiful, smart, capable, and loved. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And, here are some of my musings about these thoughts: I feel like I'm failing so far...in the confidence realm, and others. Ultimately, my screaming and irritability of late are NOT getting me to that place where bliss abodes. I'm afraid that, my little hatchlings think that I think they're nothing but naughty (boy have we had a naughty week...makeup, brownie bits, and juicy popsicles all over the carpet on different occasions). So, how do I do it?</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Thus my conundrum. Thus my desire to reach out to a world of blogging...to post my question out to the world to aide me on my path of motherhood. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">So here it is: How do you instill a sense of confidence in your children (even at a very young age)? Is it possible? How do you handle the good, the bad, and the (very) naughty? How do you prepare yourself each day, so that you feel able to tackle your world? When you fail, if you fail, how do you recover? </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And, for funny sake, what sort of outlandish threats have you ever made to your children? (I find myself doing this all the time... "Pick up those brownie pieces NOW, or else you'll never eat again!")</div></div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div>Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-50652381525256448622009-07-14T20:32:00.002-07:002009-07-14T20:37:22.127-07:00Ophie Rides a Pony<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyDsdeFru5ut736LKOXdjy4QNWe-5PgLHbKCh6blpND9BGSHB5caQ-JnM1h9BOnL4liGD57-997clI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-6436000937443442732009-06-24T09:56:00.003-07:002009-06-24T10:12:03.616-07:00Adieu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rZ0a5ReqdbI7r0NrP4Je2LMRkbPCmm3sfYa_lHWNoTDeXQVW_PRQ1aWWn3kfDYixVudVhbHKkMTtjNjkUmMIvkjYAcBkiWJ3WZ5CV9gfhci3Gbq2yN3AE2AlFDJ5LA5Q_XPaTg/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rZ0a5ReqdbI7r0NrP4Je2LMRkbPCmm3sfYa_lHWNoTDeXQVW_PRQ1aWWn3kfDYixVudVhbHKkMTtjNjkUmMIvkjYAcBkiWJ3WZ5CV9gfhci3Gbq2yN3AE2AlFDJ5LA5Q_XPaTg/s400/DSC00374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350942331653746114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />First a little story.<br /><br />We were reading family scriptures the other night and came upon a line about the destruction of the Jews. Sophie, hearing this, ran into the kitchen excitedly, exclaiming "Juice? Yeah? Ophie a juice?"<br /><br />Now, the farewell address. Farewell dear blog. Farewell dear readers (if any). We've had a great 3 years haven't we? However, I have a growing family and as cute as they are and as much as I LOVE to tell their little stories I realize that blogging just isn't for me anymore. I'd much rather spend my blogging time experiencing more and more of these moments in life. It goes by too fast. Waaaay too fast, and I am going to enjoy it before it slips away.<br /><br />I bid thee adieu.<br /><br />XOXOXOX<br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Henry 4 months old</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBX_Bk8kKWSzrH94-1ZM4rZz7PvjNHh4kaR-JG6e-joBBj_MbeZDT1wxoliADYZC20wxrSj6D5Qw7DItAAdXPDn8LARZ-Xn1phL_JfmvKPFyS4g1cjdZeL_rhQjpqOidKECLPvQg/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBX_Bk8kKWSzrH94-1ZM4rZz7PvjNHh4kaR-JG6e-joBBj_MbeZDT1wxoliADYZC20wxrSj6D5Qw7DItAAdXPDn8LARZ-Xn1phL_JfmvKPFyS4g1cjdZeL_rhQjpqOidKECLPvQg/s400/DSC00428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350942335011970034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Sophie 21 months old</span><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBEWTSt_aj-w7rh_9Rbye-qvRUTiwKx4AcifLaG5nBxlPf5qLSPRTCcsZW-pygv67NLoy30IbGx5EUt2v32y3xR2jF5paxWbJ2I-ITEkwLqxKJYNYxkE74tz8QOw4wr7e8A-5sQ/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBEWTSt_aj-w7rh_9Rbye-qvRUTiwKx4AcifLaG5nBxlPf5qLSPRTCcsZW-pygv67NLoy30IbGx5EUt2v32y3xR2jF5paxWbJ2I-ITEkwLqxKJYNYxkE74tz8QOw4wr7e8A-5sQ/s400/DSC00328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350942327354753666" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-59747795489971257942009-05-13T11:30:00.003-07:002009-05-13T11:44:21.231-07:00Who needs new batteries when you can win...<span style="font-size:130%;">...A NEW CAMERA!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">And by "win" I mean win because you won over your husband with LOVE and Kisses and he will win you over with a new camera. Well, he technically already won me over and I am a winner because I have him.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So, here are the first pictures from Fred, our latest (electronic) addition to our family.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi252inaPHFVgnPUOX4ApbbAQGMkGbDdF95_lLrct2LmKB4SSZN-WoGJsIQserZrJoUvRDS0rTwLZOFj3cekPeUypE_JrAloTiyJ7uI5AjPUdW5nqXSfe_R9yxepaAxdgt7Kob7Q/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi252inaPHFVgnPUOX4ApbbAQGMkGbDdF95_lLrct2LmKB4SSZN-WoGJsIQserZrJoUvRDS0rTwLZOFj3cekPeUypE_JrAloTiyJ7uI5AjPUdW5nqXSfe_R9yxepaAxdgt7Kob7Q/s400/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335379914221750466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3N7cziwUNiBn_67MGYqGyl1y6NiNWfpsaJ0oTNGFE291rwmviN9mHlNCtHmhmVA5mNF4xYvv5NDZoIS7PCgaZX15CRR5wCJnBYPNb5bAsQRId06SCSXA3kq7n4pIfLNlxBj5Gxw/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3N7cziwUNiBn_67MGYqGyl1y6NiNWfpsaJ0oTNGFE291rwmviN9mHlNCtHmhmVA5mNF4xYvv5NDZoIS7PCgaZX15CRR5wCJnBYPNb5bAsQRId06SCSXA3kq7n4pIfLNlxBj5Gxw/s400/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335379919440623634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3HUQM_Ph7FqVJrgdtH8OKdMCRcIC-mc11LA7xBLF1d6oCpdshrSbyFfbcnWrIve8G-vPTC1KiqzAO1qYs6ZZTTKNXC3kYm1eP4r-C1rSewjvzBM7MkVZhcXZx1H3TqnUh6QQ8Q/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3HUQM_Ph7FqVJrgdtH8OKdMCRcIC-mc11LA7xBLF1d6oCpdshrSbyFfbcnWrIve8G-vPTC1KiqzAO1qYs6ZZTTKNXC3kYm1eP4r-C1rSewjvzBM7MkVZhcXZx1H3TqnUh6QQ8Q/s400/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335379926388409154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOj0UUrkAAlzgu9w04fyZwg8ByYejfLuZfODZbtG0KIW2OyThUcKfSlmMCuozklScp1e3avdgwn74YayU7nsNESjOUdo_58NygiOl6rIQcd0p5PkwtHKbQqE7yzXfCJRrobqLQ2A/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOj0UUrkAAlzgu9w04fyZwg8ByYejfLuZfODZbtG0KIW2OyThUcKfSlmMCuozklScp1e3avdgwn74YayU7nsNESjOUdo_58NygiOl6rIQcd0p5PkwtHKbQqE7yzXfCJRrobqLQ2A/s400/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335379927336564786" border="0" /></a><br />I didn't realize that I was shooting in ISO mode (frankly, I don't even know what ISO is...I have some learning to do) so please bear with me and forgive the amateur first photos from our new and highly technologized and wonderful camera.<br /></div>Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-65799296518921466902009-04-16T20:22:00.002-07:002009-04-16T20:34:26.869-07:00On agingMy 25th birthday is looming. About a month ago I straightforwardly told TJ that I wanted creams and makeups that would slow down the aging process. I was joking though. But, maybe there was a twinge of serious in there.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">********<br /></div><br />Today at the grocery store a young girl of 10 came to look at my baby and talk to me about life. She was spry and precocious. Sophie and TJ came to meet Zanib (my friend) and Zanib, seeing that I had two children, shockingly looked at me and said, "How old are you, anyway?"<br /><br />"25" I answered, my voice thick with disgust and hinting that I OBVIOUSLY DO NOT look even close.<br /><br />Then this sweet little girl retorted, "No offense but..."<br /><br />"But what?" I said. (I don't know why I said it, I knew I wasn't going to like what I heard).<br /><br />"But, you look, (she saw the pleading look in my eyes) well, kind of, older than that."<br /><br />I literally had no response to that and Zanib saw our brief encounter had abruptly ended. She ran back to her family.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*******<br /></div><br />TJ only has laughed up to this point when I've asked him for creams and age defying items. I don't know how much I am joking anymore.Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-17786027034511503492009-04-09T11:11:00.006-07:002009-04-09T11:42:46.207-07:00The Mother of Two<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >A lot of people have asked</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span>how it is going being the mother of two these days. Well, I would like to draw your attention to a few items. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Exhibit A: my lack of posting. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Being the mother of two means that as soon as Henry is sleeping and I think I may have a chance to get on the computer, my cute little Sophie sees me and exclaims "Elmo, peas? Elmo, elmo cookie? Peas?" Which means she wants to watch her fav you tubers.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Exhibit B: No Pictures.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Also, I've learned that the mother of two means that you go without for longer than you usually would. Consider my need of batteries for our camera. I have gone shopping, but I seem to neglect batteries every time. I really, really want re-chargables so I don't have to worry about getting new batteries for my ancient camera that eats up acid like I eat dark chocolate. I DID buy some once, but they didn't have enough juice, or they just didn't work. And I haven't gone out again for batteries. It's been over a month. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I simply keep forging ahead without because of the potential hassle and chaos that could erupt for the fortunate mother of two on an outing for batteries. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Exhibit C: My dishes aren't done.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The mother of two needs her rest (Beauty rest would be nice, but we make do with what we get). Henry doesn't sleep as well as Sophie did. So I am up a lot at night. So, during the day when Sophie AND Henry are napping I AM NAPPING TOO. Call me selfish, crazy, unclean...whatever. All I know is, if mamma is grumpy, all heck breaks loose. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Exhibit D: The clerk at sam's club asked me if I had a "Long Day"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">All I have to say about this is: If a woman is shopping for diapers and wipes and her hair might not be done and she's wearing yesterday's makeup, that don't give noone the go ahead to ask if she's had a "long day." Even if she doesn't read between the lines at that very moment (her lack of sleep causes her to zone out ALL THE TIME) she will realize soon what that clerk meant and will soon gorge herself on chocolates and then go half crazy trying to lose the pounds. OK? SAM'S CLUB CLERK??? </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Finally, Exhibit E: I'm still smiling.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Being the mother of two is also AMAZING. There are ups and downs, but there are some really choice times and experiences that keep coming along and keep bringing some excellent perspective. So what if my hair isn't done up, and so what if I'm not getting EVERYTHING done. I play with Sophie, I cuddle Henry, and I give kisses to my dear sweet TJ. I am making my life a "bliss complete." And I certainly am smiling....most of the time.</span>Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-91314921124490618562009-03-30T17:17:00.000-07:002009-03-30T17:18:11.225-07:00Some (more) pictures at last.When my mom was here last weekend we had fun taking ALL SORTS of pictures. Enjoy perusing.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxwrhX6LMBI1PpQls8IpPNxrEqA1zjyReX-qU54ZNNnCt0kve8-HiSDGGyu6p538mCjOpxpYW5tZjAYPeI44Q_-fy53m30TGu8HgFkZfXfuLhbcHWBg3JuEZWQSOaKmDsDEuw/s1600-h/100_2059.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxwrhX6LMBI1PpQls8IpPNxrEqA1zjyReX-qU54ZNNnCt0kve8-HiSDGGyu6p538mCjOpxpYW5tZjAYPeI44Q_-fy53m30TGu8HgFkZfXfuLhbcHWBg3JuEZWQSOaKmDsDEuw/s400/100_2059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319095597097012274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGP4CkSa7s01tthSJGZYl_-elScN3Yzom_hS6eOrj31cOdvlKbp0MEbWy1TnmIcXO7bZ6CDe0LtNVR8zo8CVvIKa-UdBo4hXu5d7X_2Xx3U8CCrRZKrsmMpyiuEIAaKy6EbuUJ/s1600-h/100_1989.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGP4CkSa7s01tthSJGZYl_-elScN3Yzom_hS6eOrj31cOdvlKbp0MEbWy1TnmIcXO7bZ6CDe0LtNVR8zo8CVvIKa-UdBo4hXu5d7X_2Xx3U8CCrRZKrsmMpyiuEIAaKy6EbuUJ/s400/100_1989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319093478316327650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXhPxtyeOJB2qjQklIzuArRpp7V5nP5RIkEMunlxu55FNfG4s4UaHSKtc_pgIeogzMTDs-EiGm43rR_oLr5gKrPKUZU_GpnCc5p7QsYXXOveetnDhf7JyzcVRC1G5X_VZbKZs/s1600-h/100_1969.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXhPxtyeOJB2qjQklIzuArRpp7V5nP5RIkEMunlxu55FNfG4s4UaHSKtc_pgIeogzMTDs-EiGm43rR_oLr5gKrPKUZU_GpnCc5p7QsYXXOveetnDhf7JyzcVRC1G5X_VZbKZs/s400/100_1969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319093478817936642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwAekAOQLS2xDHV43Bij0f-N1qiTiYYoIO0mn_eheaBuRi7-4heS2t8n4GqKl3qVX2NnC4Llkmw696rKnb45CFE-qy21olIrkQp_oLeDv5uMLX9YKtGH-Y5gsBtWPrT7g1Kp1/s1600-h/100_1944.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwAekAOQLS2xDHV43Bij0f-N1qiTiYYoIO0mn_eheaBuRi7-4heS2t8n4GqKl3qVX2NnC4Llkmw696rKnb45CFE-qy21olIrkQp_oLeDv5uMLX9YKtGH-Y5gsBtWPrT7g1Kp1/s400/100_1944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319093476823329922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclDa138tOQDb4eJ1KawOqVi_keDiBwZRz3bICoFj4KphWfIbuM-sPLraLWNeD7j0KnPrmArWYjcy-nSQyN44Ojb6QYY5x4TY30wrzNXrE9ngIqrWPMs4wPDt8cRXGNyuT7xUZ/s1600-h/100_2084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclDa138tOQDb4eJ1KawOqVi_keDiBwZRz3bICoFj4KphWfIbuM-sPLraLWNeD7j0KnPrmArWYjcy-nSQyN44Ojb6QYY5x4TY30wrzNXrE9ngIqrWPMs4wPDt8cRXGNyuT7xUZ/s400/100_2084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319093464874278034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggteN8UKl_e9YIAvdPuZWD8z83--A2tvtjbzAl_tvBbQxooJHxcO-r4zRZ9IcbdzvRp_SL9DkuyYh0b7hpmxujcfVf8Zsg1GAP0B0p8R0Zjm_Pt5NktS6swZQtPa-78a8uDNk7/s1600-h/100_2018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggteN8UKl_e9YIAvdPuZWD8z83--A2tvtjbzAl_tvBbQxooJHxcO-r4zRZ9IcbdzvRp_SL9DkuyYh0b7hpmxujcfVf8Zsg1GAP0B0p8R0Zjm_Pt5NktS6swZQtPa-78a8uDNk7/s400/100_2018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319093483474997218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_nasDjtNB5M-UHtOCSz-3DyIFRmWKoLdAON2vDc0xS1A3rm4Ggt7rhyFXh-uv5boPEIH6gsMFttn_2U-8joedwpomtL_0YXLq4Lg9KyMRa0deqi8idbUjBWa3Z6PltSgpGzDw/s1600-h/100_1112.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_nasDjtNB5M-UHtOCSz-3DyIFRmWKoLdAON2vDc0xS1A3rm4Ggt7rhyFXh-uv5boPEIH6gsMFttn_2U-8joedwpomtL_0YXLq4Lg9KyMRa0deqi8idbUjBWa3Z6PltSgpGzDw/s400/100_1112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319095584057491234" border="0" /></a><br />This last picture is of Sophie when she was about as old as Henry is...This is for those of you who would like to know whether Henry looks like Sophie did.Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-45090501722596378632009-03-28T11:06:00.005-07:002009-03-28T11:30:46.043-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">A package</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span>comes in the mail with your name on it. Two other packages (your pictures) come from Wallgreens, also with your name on them. The first package is from Wallingford. You only glance at Wall and your mind registers Wallgreens. You assume it is something else from Wallgreens even though you don't remember ordering anything else, you think it could be an extra gift of sorts because you spent so much on your pictures.<br /><br />You open the pictures. Glance at them. Then open the third package. Out comes an unidentifiable lump of something haphazardly wrapped in brown paper wrap. Out also comes paper.<br /><br />You look at the paper and realize that this is something you mentioned a while back to your hubby that you might enjoy having for your birthday. Your birthday is three weeks away. What do you do?</span><br /></span>Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-40453415744405953762009-03-17T08:36:00.001-07:002009-03-17T08:38:55.077-07:00I'm Lovin These<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-x_-TQivCx8">Mormon Messages</a> on You Tube.<br /><br />And, Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-21058912723262833082009-03-08T08:52:00.007-07:002009-03-08T09:20:26.467-07:00Home At Last: Sophie gets a brother.Sophie was enamored with Henry's nose, eyes and hat. For the first 30 minutes of his triumphant arrival at home Sophie stared and pointed over and over. "Nose, nose, nose, nose, eyes, eyes, eyes, hat, hat, hat." With an occasional "Night night baby. Shhh."<br /><br />My personal favorite was her very first reaction as I took him out of his carseat. She softly gasped, "ohh."<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWBTTfI8tcWq53V46G9p9tLleRDEI7SQkSeewENGAg6m3qzd5B3DT2INXcL7P5VaXw3HXYcd4nBYYAHaChOKdUituaXoKPKek83SDQA4nbt779ZiDZJVXs28SPf8zvv1A-JRPlw/s1600-h/100_2690.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWBTTfI8tcWq53V46G9p9tLleRDEI7SQkSeewENGAg6m3qzd5B3DT2INXcL7P5VaXw3HXYcd4nBYYAHaChOKdUituaXoKPKek83SDQA4nbt779ZiDZJVXs28SPf8zvv1A-JRPlw/s400/100_2690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310852040819410962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">night night baby<br /><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy31aDdaSEfOIJvtzeTzIxqJdPDhBzU0enLupBL3h0IgBcJBQqITJeGaDpCKGGulKoj0Jhd7nd_0v_YpUd0LJfsvoZQQsg62DUF2ta7qxE9ibUTP-jP3fijEeM1A-3uYII0GXhSw/s1600-h/100_2697.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy31aDdaSEfOIJvtzeTzIxqJdPDhBzU0enLupBL3h0IgBcJBQqITJeGaDpCKGGulKoj0Jhd7nd_0v_YpUd0LJfsvoZQQsg62DUF2ta7qxE9ibUTP-jP3fijEeM1A-3uYII0GXhSw/s400/100_2697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310848363118783442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Nose</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xdqs-9ZRq9HGJVP9it-EeaiX1JFuYGj8QkJKczzCXFGzIQkXJX6xC1092TMZzJ7nujIZlhJgWhA8IZMZMGEM3pHwOTNBiOW6plE5J7EutCrLxJt_yDYVNo2ljlhqE0f4VCSgpw/s1600-h/100_2705.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xdqs-9ZRq9HGJVP9it-EeaiX1JFuYGj8QkJKczzCXFGzIQkXJX6xC1092TMZzJ7nujIZlhJgWhA8IZMZMGEM3pHwOTNBiOW6plE5J7EutCrLxJt_yDYVNo2ljlhqE0f4VCSgpw/s400/100_2705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310852036211591426" border="0" /></a>eyes<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhwE7kk5gQ1cYrBO5TwPfq4FYnr5BAcRmzK1te_oXyA0kzCVX_969zsJgZjC6zUQsddcjbqZAKVMBh4JnV2K0GMbh8plqnFGdYcTQ3HJYP-oKmqzDGe89ENARY_OfH0nvAUANgg/s1600-h/100_2706.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhwE7kk5gQ1cYrBO5TwPfq4FYnr5BAcRmzK1te_oXyA0kzCVX_969zsJgZjC6zUQsddcjbqZAKVMBh4JnV2K0GMbh8plqnFGdYcTQ3HJYP-oKmqzDGe89ENARY_OfH0nvAUANgg/s400/100_2706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310848378393546882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">A Buckle<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BeCQS1b5yGIRVSB_FrYZw0B8QiBCuKD9lw3FmwFL6jQHcOvVWPDwEuvu2bWxOHoSQDdhl3YhGj2ouj4_vj1foEt5iopxYdijtdHNJlKrWueT1wj5Oi0VDVOunqIc8Zr25aTB9Q/s1600-h/100_2709.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BeCQS1b5yGIRVSB_FrYZw0B8QiBCuKD9lw3FmwFL6jQHcOvVWPDwEuvu2bWxOHoSQDdhl3YhGj2ouj4_vj1foEt5iopxYdijtdHNJlKrWueT1wj5Oi0VDVOunqIc8Zr25aTB9Q/s400/100_2709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310848385078808562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Hat</span><br /></div>Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-60288046449464330172009-03-05T22:47:00.001-07:002009-03-05T22:47:16.899-07:00To Debra<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8E1WqGfWPeBP6-JDQJx84fsvc1U0i30uCrzyN5jXElm3-mmak5ko2vvnSrUGTCIjg04ejuTcBxFZoPo5ESD8K8VNdmHYmuKDDt_RaN5euGzldhiyAuqijPXz2iHWGSD-qJOwarg/s1600-h/cabbage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8E1WqGfWPeBP6-JDQJx84fsvc1U0i30uCrzyN5jXElm3-mmak5ko2vvnSrUGTCIjg04ejuTcBxFZoPo5ESD8K8VNdmHYmuKDDt_RaN5euGzldhiyAuqijPXz2iHWGSD-qJOwarg/s400/cabbage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309946711321520210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Our love is like a cabbage,<br />A thing of many parts.<br />I gave the leaves to others,<br />But for you I saved the hearts.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-Anonymous</span><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-202593449171176212009-03-01T15:34:00.006-07:002009-03-01T15:43:49.251-07:00When Sophie met HenryWhen Debra arrived at the hospital this afternoon to feed Henry, she was greeted by a surprise: the nurses had removed Henry's incubator from his room and had replaced it with a little crib. This means that Henry is one step closer to coming home...we just wish we knew what the other steps are.<br /><br />After feeding time ended, Debra asked the nurse if she could open the door wide so Sophie could see her little brother across the hall and through the waiting room glass door. The nurse responded with a second surprise, telling Deb that she could bring Henry all the way to the waiting room door, thus allowing Sophie a close-up (although still zoo-like) encounter with her little brother.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHXn4C2zzMKRw6_33qom1DM9StuQ0cWo9hfJtsV4QDHwqaBhTktrPMJdPOG8BbCIN8mLIVph30HPEA_pcR-KSL6aPoLNVs30_sOagSW8aTl9inJY03IQhmVZ1KHqG5jjnqovw/s1600-h/0301091234.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHXn4C2zzMKRw6_33qom1DM9StuQ0cWo9hfJtsV4QDHwqaBhTktrPMJdPOG8BbCIN8mLIVph30HPEA_pcR-KSL6aPoLNVs30_sOagSW8aTl9inJY03IQhmVZ1KHqG5jjnqovw/s400/0301091234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308352366145018194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh397fKWAb02ucRZP3C0po7-SPesjccaHKsFsRFdQeKWLIuyCiNOHk9QyFONX56IWRXcYFqXpJi3j7hLR5jATNB9rsPdpyEfbsTK5CT3aZQXf8Gg9aElMLDNbxGelCL7hoQFNU7/s1600-h/0301091235.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh397fKWAb02ucRZP3C0po7-SPesjccaHKsFsRFdQeKWLIuyCiNOHk9QyFONX56IWRXcYFqXpJi3j7hLR5jATNB9rsPdpyEfbsTK5CT3aZQXf8Gg9aElMLDNbxGelCL7hoQFNU7/s400/0301091235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308352369159211730" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-62764154633337470872009-02-21T21:53:00.003-07:002009-02-21T22:26:53.975-07:00Henry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBn2hogVG0nrMQt5zmKQqk6NbH5MQU7EjbjsBniGEKpCuLlmeo-TbOeEoFXPZUpj4EVxVdL41aUQc2rPpw929w3T1K-eBnKEmMdFyXC91rK8DYTjBHzosu3pwIsYDX3hTphmi6/s1600-h/IMG_1396.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBn2hogVG0nrMQt5zmKQqk6NbH5MQU7EjbjsBniGEKpCuLlmeo-TbOeEoFXPZUpj4EVxVdL41aUQc2rPpw929w3T1K-eBnKEmMdFyXC91rK8DYTjBHzosu3pwIsYDX3hTphmi6/s400/IMG_1396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305486799834180034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYNnHlWaY4E_upVfSYTgPwVN_eAwDcpTyNzVbU7NcKmqRXKRg-esO1gcQ76rU26FWPpHhWOFBkV5dHPruBASnmG0GcQqRM49DAUxvbaq8i7zcClFMFmLV-8O03RK0Ovp4AXZj/s1600-h/IMG_1388.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSvmLp7t2HUsr9VZH8ky3jT0rwZ1Aj74_fGXoDASNUwYZtf7e_NLREAn0-nUhcMkS6uH8nsIpHIfbyyckZSvU6WVAZ2sZBLpHT1_JRbbTYr9XNAoRNu59P8asjzXJKlR7-Dgh/s400/IMG_1397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305486778668516626" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-86283624704770216102009-02-21T11:09:00.003-07:002009-02-21T11:19:59.907-07:00Larry Henry BlissDeb, Sophie, and I are ecstatic to welcome little Henry into our home (or at least into the Bryan LGH Neonatal Intensive Care Unit).<br /><br />Larry Henry Bliss was born to TJ and Debra Moses Bliss at 2:56 am on the 21st day of February 2009.<br /><br />Baby's Weight: 6 lbs 12 oz.<br />Baby's Length: 19 3/4 inches<br />Baby's Head Circumference: 13 1/8 inches<br />Baby's Chest Circumference: 13 inches<br /><br />Henry was born at 35 weeks, but fell into the 98th percentile for length and weight - which we take as an answer to prayer and fulfillment of priesthood blessing.<br /><br />Pictures forthcoming.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086922.post-11489670046693984732009-02-16T07:52:00.003-07:002009-02-16T08:12:00.394-07:00A SNOW DAY!!!<span style="font-size:130%;">What do you do on a SNOW DAY? <br />Do you go for a walk?</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUH_tGCLdcnnIwCvB6W9_MZGHNHSu4voSi01F7dAmvqbSlzb-PbOywgO75fmRJphPk1uChTignN1qerU7Xjy6lwW_fgvwba7i2gvoNzcU5erToTjB1pgVxBOZYPaQtUAaZiugPSg/s1600-h/100_2631.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUH_tGCLdcnnIwCvB6W9_MZGHNHSu4voSi01F7dAmvqbSlzb-PbOywgO75fmRJphPk1uChTignN1qerU7Xjy6lwW_fgvwba7i2gvoNzcU5erToTjB1pgVxBOZYPaQtUAaZiugPSg/s400/100_2631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303409469246187010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Do you SCREAM when you head for the door?</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyXH0T6CctKgYtpiE08vrUV0AcZ2SQeGMH6ezjS5M8PxBfv_inIXMAN1IF35YpVuM7DFBzWpNgvOIcF5mpxZPikmM7wpO1LlHhHt-TWBoHDKC4lLYe4X87NHhG_0GhxJS0hQJsA/s1600-h/100_2634.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyXH0T6CctKgYtpiE08vrUV0AcZ2SQeGMH6ezjS5M8PxBfv_inIXMAN1IF35YpVuM7DFBzWpNgvOIcF5mpxZPikmM7wpO1LlHhHt-TWBoHDKC4lLYe4X87NHhG_0GhxJS0hQJsA/s400/100_2634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303409475900797634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Do you like to wear your hat and coat inside too?</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFgg_LCuB5n8AmFPap9yGr_OaTIumVKRN6tu6aUaj_19ZVKoGKAcYO8sVvSO70PrijSdL2oIXaqbpEZMw7omlvypVAiO4s4Rimv-mFZGxnKnz3QNL0CK-MwcduuvhkfK4qh14Ug/s1600-h/100_2644.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFgg_LCuB5n8AmFPap9yGr_OaTIumVKRN6tu6aUaj_19ZVKoGKAcYO8sVvSO70PrijSdL2oIXaqbpEZMw7omlvypVAiO4s4Rimv-mFZGxnKnz3QNL0CK-MwcduuvhkfK4qh14Ug/s400/100_2644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303409478314035250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">I think Sophie looks like Paddington Bear with her hat pulled over her eyes like this.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Do you go for a sleigh ride?</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQgDlmcbubBc_Rm9Ex4JfcA--k7Nyzwr76yztI19Xlj6kbE0bHKFUqtML43W1gPqv8PoZg7VAfY9mvPUoIThF8w-C-EfVAXm_-rgudHEg4M7lt4qF2I_mdLE7tJBOkZisV8gpdA/s1600-h/100_2652.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQgDlmcbubBc_Rm9Ex4JfcA--k7Nyzwr76yztI19Xlj6kbE0bHKFUqtML43W1gPqv8PoZg7VAfY9mvPUoIThF8w-C-EfVAXm_-rgudHEg4M7lt4qF2I_mdLE7tJBOkZisV8gpdA/s400/100_2652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303409484899961266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">I got this idea from a friend's blog. Thanks Gretchen (in case you see this).<br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">All bundled up?</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhniTj7pjxMbyKdZ3mT2xAsKcCJfjcTjzdEJyuw7LLEZAPGrRxTIFdJjmKlfP5UBEwjtILdX4YxWlJ-SIyLu13a9M6y33qe4N-T1IHBY7IepBpOfvFstLU0yE88rrvp6R1zYL8VcA/s1600-h/100_2660.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhniTj7pjxMbyKdZ3mT2xAsKcCJfjcTjzdEJyuw7LLEZAPGrRxTIFdJjmKlfP5UBEwjtILdX4YxWlJ-SIyLu13a9M6y33qe4N-T1IHBY7IepBpOfvFstLU0yE88rrvp6R1zYL8VcA/s400/100_2660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303409487088129042" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And do you cry mercilessly when it's over?</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jVmbjqPCiJI0VhElz1OLoULL5BPzVRT7LZ6RzqpRZUefPqF7FBwPAqBmwj15kZl3hGBSPDnv6UsHcPvMAngNZfCDOtPVM-_78DNmlZ2xV-f7ge3JIFWoF0SHK80esrbhloTciQ/s1600-h/100_2661.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jVmbjqPCiJI0VhElz1OLoULL5BPzVRT7LZ6RzqpRZUefPqF7FBwPAqBmwj15kZl3hGBSPDnv6UsHcPvMAngNZfCDOtPVM-_78DNmlZ2xV-f7ge3JIFWoF0SHK80esrbhloTciQ/s400/100_2661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303411543735375218" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Do you eat and get messy?</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizt1FRL9mtx2nVee_g9g58v-m3p0VbLyOkvPTTHf6YwMclRz5yTEED5vzg7EZDRt1P2zQBx8fd9rKmOt_Vvesssjg2x7kWTcgCvtphkuto0LjXHNNF-8pYwpRvjgzFtBd_v2CaNw/s1600-h/100_2654.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizt1FRL9mtx2nVee_g9g58v-m3p0VbLyOkvPTTHf6YwMclRz5yTEED5vzg7EZDRt1P2zQBx8fd9rKmOt_Vvesssjg2x7kWTcgCvtphkuto0LjXHNNF-8pYwpRvjgzFtBd_v2CaNw/s400/100_2654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303411547470478274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And then take a warm bath?</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsPhhxaG3yuM8fO6GPKdRIecEG7HDxNa0CFDbbdxYEbucbty5fyZBQehWDHsxROe0fuh8FslvqdRsGP2_9Kegs9wgO0aQtntpFFa3Bhem6hujuE-KMprg-qWRpFYdvddDnMG9Lg/s1600-h/100_2663.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsPhhxaG3yuM8fO6GPKdRIecEG7HDxNa0CFDbbdxYEbucbty5fyZBQehWDHsxROe0fuh8FslvqdRsGP2_9Kegs9wgO0aQtntpFFa3Bhem6hujuE-KMprg-qWRpFYdvddDnMG9Lg/s400/100_2663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303411554888899602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Do you wish everyday was a snow day??? I do.<br />What do YOU do on a snow day?</span>Debra Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09871648933776328008noreply@blogger.com4