tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351086352833637362024-03-06T00:59:08.843-05:00A Picture in TimeJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-19491749499369992702013-08-18T22:03:00.000-04:002013-08-18T22:03:33.514-04:00Sweet Summer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sweet, sweet summer. As the last days of summer are slipping through our fingers we are full steam ahead to do some of those fun things that we wanted to do. From revisiting our blog, to getting artsy, we are doing it with gusto!<br />
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Last week, as we contemplated what fun thing to do for the day, the girls and I decided to try our hand at making sidewalk paint. And guess what? It worked!<br />
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It was actually quite easy. A little bit of cornstarch, some water and some food coloring and we were good to go. The boys opted out of joining the girls and I outside in the 1000% humidity so we enjoyed our art time alone. <br />
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And, after all of mommy's efforts to do something fun and exciting guess who gets the glory?<br />
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<br />Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-44182711974006528182011-03-14T22:19:00.004-04:002011-03-14T23:21:53.143-04:00Exciting Times<div>So it has been a while since I have posted here but it doesn't mean that life hasn't been happening. It has been happening- fast and furious- but good. So , what is it that has brought me back to the good old family blog? Well, it boils down to a little bit of guilt and a whole lot of learning. I have been spending the colder winter weather catching my breath from the busy Christmas season. Before Christmas, I was behind my camera a lot shooting for other people. Once the holiday rush subsided I was able to pick my camera back up for me. I have been taking a few photography courses and shooting my kids for the fun of it. Over the past few months my hard drive has been filling up with oodles of images that melt my heart but I haven't done a thing with them. Just having them has been enough for me. So, in the hopes of preserving some memories for my kids- back to the blog I go!</div><div><br /></div><div>Out of hibernation and into capturing my family happening again. Tonight we start with the two big events of the day. One event was a milestone while the other is just a quirky little thing that makes one a part of the Reno family.</div><div><br /></div><div>Let's start with the quirky one! Below you will see images captured while we scarfed down our pizza tonight ( mommy wasn't together enough to pick up from two schools, bake my friend a birthday cake and get Liza to dance AND cook dinner). If you are at all familiar with our family than you know we are pretty wild about basketball. This has long been a favorite time of year for me- March Madness- and I am proud to say all of my kids are getting to be pretty wild about it too.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today, at dinner, we all made our brackets- and I do mean ALL of us. Even Louisa has a bracket. Although, we aren't too sure about hers since she kept telling us Mickey Mouse was going to win every game. The bigger kids did their best to help her pick winners though. Liza picked her winners by figuring out which mascot would win out over the other. Harrison conferred with is dad for his picks and Ben has been watching enough SportsCenter to do his picks blindfolded! So, all six of our brackets are done. Let the games begin!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8G4ehQGE9H7ARhhtQmLBjnGUi_vZQBmCz5coPJ7HfSG-z4I3_QLDKtu_Gy9EPv-Hw2o6iH2UkFxyuvXTyG5ogHmFEvNATStKX4wI0gnBmgQ-UOdKEPjhGNfCDx6pebn4TlY8tc7Or1Nit/s1600/brackets.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8G4ehQGE9H7ARhhtQmLBjnGUi_vZQBmCz5coPJ7HfSG-z4I3_QLDKtu_Gy9EPv-Hw2o6iH2UkFxyuvXTyG5ogHmFEvNATStKX4wI0gnBmgQ-UOdKEPjhGNfCDx6pebn4TlY8tc7Or1Nit/s400/brackets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584129353710005042" /></a><br /><div>This leads us to the second big event of the day. See all those papers down there? Those are registration papers. Liza is now officially registered for "big school". As hard as it is to believe our little girl who wasn't even a year old when we moved here, is now getting ready to follow her big brothers to elementary school. When I see that picture of her walking with her little friend into school I know she is ready. Now, let's just hope mommy is ready when the fall rolls around!<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqsAT80GonDZIueUnEudOjajOgq0FMMOGe0ZctvHLrJ9Wc6RThZQ4ne8H2eVX_Ami_CpMjfK-k3Ms6d2HPoESfKPE2-IDo8N77rlUrXZbsS3t-WDIFCkMpYT9eytTAMPSMrr5QDtVTn-W/s1600/registrationblog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqsAT80GonDZIueUnEudOjajOgq0FMMOGe0ZctvHLrJ9Wc6RThZQ4ne8H2eVX_Ami_CpMjfK-k3Ms6d2HPoESfKPE2-IDo8N77rlUrXZbsS3t-WDIFCkMpYT9eytTAMPSMrr5QDtVTn-W/s400/registrationblog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584129169530206370" /></a><br /><div>So, those are the big happenings from the Reno crew. No, it isn't anything earth-shattering, but in our corner of the world this is the stuff that life is made of. And it is good stuff. </div></div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-61962410107499495442010-08-06T23:07:00.003-04:002010-08-06T23:24:02.859-04:00Summer Fun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisarfQ4EOEZ69cC2tGFahlNfE5HnGtOD47WlFD5x-B5L0gpLiFMlXRhgjiPEkPV3qb0iPWAnYbU-Y-_WuFsXtcF6mX4gImRQFHvBuhx6Kc44NdUAwOu_wUs5JBJSxp5uu1Qo4EC7qqqBDJ/s1600/1007_kiawahkids_044web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisarfQ4EOEZ69cC2tGFahlNfE5HnGtOD47WlFD5x-B5L0gpLiFMlXRhgjiPEkPV3qb0iPWAnYbU-Y-_WuFsXtcF6mX4gImRQFHvBuhx6Kc44NdUAwOu_wUs5JBJSxp5uu1Qo4EC7qqqBDJ/s400/1007_kiawahkids_044web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502503419600883170" /></a><br />I just logged on and I can't believe I haven't posted since April! Yikes! Where has the time gone? Here are a few things that have happened since April:<div><br /></div><div>* Ed and I have both turned 40. ( Yes, we are really that old!)</div><div>* Ben has turned into a 4th grader and Harrison is now a 1st grader.</div><div>* Liza is getting ready to start her last year of preschool.</div><div>* Louisa has become quite the chatter box.</div><div>* We enjoyed taking Liza on her first trip to the magical place that is Disney.</div><div>* We enjoyed a family reunion and got to introduce all the kids to the farm where my mom grew up.</div><div>* Ben played a summer season with the New Bern All Stars again.</div><div>* Liza and Harrison got to play on the same t-ball team.</div><div>* Harrison conquered his fear of jumping into the pool.</div><div>* The kids and I enjoyed a week at Emerald Isle.</div><div>* The whole Kurzmann clan gathered for a fun filled week at Kiawah Island.</div><div>* Liza participated in her first dance recital.</div><div>* Liza got a new hair-do. She now matches her mommy :-)</div><div>* We enjoyed a fun week of Vacation Bible School.</div><div><br /></div><div>We have had a great summer and I am sad to see it come to an end. I like having all my babies at home with me. And yes, they have pushed my buttons a bit. I mean really, four kids at home all summer?? Of course they have had their disagreements and thrown their fits. But, all in all, I just love these little people! They are becoming such interesting people and I love being around them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope you guys have had a great summer too!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-82031507523454158172010-04-10T00:17:00.003-04:002010-04-10T00:44:19.365-04:00Spring Break Photo Share<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNHlauAebYkJClIm6OFmS91yAQb7WiSBAjy5-0X5ORIKpWPEt6zGWLz2LiwZAD-1DcF0d4DNktEePqRZRrR8adh9wz8RLZ8812KIisol2Fq-9mmBZmnJ3AJNBCDjtbS2WmbmKKgbufz2RL/s1600/1004_April3_093.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNHlauAebYkJClIm6OFmS91yAQb7WiSBAjy5-0X5ORIKpWPEt6zGWLz2LiwZAD-1DcF0d4DNktEePqRZRrR8adh9wz8RLZ8812KIisol2Fq-9mmBZmnJ3AJNBCDjtbS2WmbmKKgbufz2RL/s400/1004_April3_093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458359660549308338" /></a>That photo up there about sums up our spring break. Can't you just hear the giggles and imagine the splashing? We have enjoyed all kinds of fun this break. Most of these images are from our quick trip down to the beach to see my younger sister and her family. That shot up there is my two oldest playing with her two oldest. Don't you just love it?<div><br /></div><div>And here is Sarah's husband with their youngest. I just love it. Don't you just love how little Noah has his arm across his Daddy's shoulder? Too sweet!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLfbDRXQVKByUSmyvuOmrssQLR2-pCljjh5hQxApSmhnAsSj5vlF3pmoLzXDN363Tsb4kZCHFqF_iWu3-72bYA0szD3CvXEEE2F5XVhq2zdUTFU80bLvFsQltzB260GWePGyAWVesc04RJ/s1600/1004_April3_088.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLfbDRXQVKByUSmyvuOmrssQLR2-pCljjh5hQxApSmhnAsSj5vlF3pmoLzXDN363Tsb4kZCHFqF_iWu3-72bYA0szD3CvXEEE2F5XVhq2zdUTFU80bLvFsQltzB260GWePGyAWVesc04RJ/s400/1004_April3_088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458359658399341378" /></a><br /></div><div>And here is my cutie patootie baby. This was her first trip to the beach since she has learned to walk. After a few minutes of getting her feet used to the sand she was good to go. She wandered all over.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTxrPF3ZsT_eIkz5n3-mR4CcZ70cCi2bktnKhUSxuE1QVwWfhwIReo1F-pOONtdB4J2jta_R2Q23LmiUvLgZDztvCC5k9Ffnp0y8ohfPL2jFP3kQ3TUyMcx2HMAZHnXLQ3bvYqwr-9ibj/s1600/1004_April3_090.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTxrPF3ZsT_eIkz5n3-mR4CcZ70cCi2bktnKhUSxuE1QVwWfhwIReo1F-pOONtdB4J2jta_R2Q23LmiUvLgZDztvCC5k9Ffnp0y8ohfPL2jFP3kQ3TUyMcx2HMAZHnXLQ3bvYqwr-9ibj/s400/1004_April3_090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458359648778740386" /></a><br /></div><div>And this is a view we have of our little Louisa quite a lot. Seems she isn't scared of leaving us behind. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYlh_QaigUL_UH2Ar8lysN5DahzDTMZPtclUpTAMd58fKghykUvvUZXyD8OFMoAm0SQbtQphJuelcIsTvCuJFlhRYdNr22bDzFK_r84_M8LszaYdMZYqWHPxu5iSTRQ9bn6OXu3gfTO2x/s1600/1004_April3_089.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYlh_QaigUL_UH2Ar8lysN5DahzDTMZPtclUpTAMd58fKghykUvvUZXyD8OFMoAm0SQbtQphJuelcIsTvCuJFlhRYdNr22bDzFK_r84_M8LszaYdMZYqWHPxu5iSTRQ9bn6OXu3gfTO2x/s400/1004_April3_089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458359644605776034" /></a><br /></div><div>And this is one of my favorite shots from our little playdate on the beach. See? I told you she wasn't scared of leaving us behind...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAV7Yx1glY_OJ48o7SK3Ef27xTdFdDrIHrB6qP-2YFbIAlSkjrkcVm2ifwSQU9IJ-d0dNV2P116lXXP5Y2TU6PNxZsCXJ6n4EA9EyaPDlo6jqGOSL4jXkuRskr2QUoMZNn-lzWR6fxvkb/s1600/1004_April3_069.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAV7Yx1glY_OJ48o7SK3Ef27xTdFdDrIHrB6qP-2YFbIAlSkjrkcVm2ifwSQU9IJ-d0dNV2P116lXXP5Y2TU6PNxZsCXJ6n4EA9EyaPDlo6jqGOSL4jXkuRskr2QUoMZNn-lzWR6fxvkb/s400/1004_April3_069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458359641820672626" /></a><br /></div><div>Now, in addition to our trip to the beach we enjoyed a trip up to Williamsburg. On the way there we stopped at the "Invisible Swamp" also known as the Great Dismal Swamp. Seems Harrison really liked our rest stop there and he wanted to go to the invisible place on the way home. </div><div><br /></div><div>We also enjoyed Easter Day in Raleigh where all the Kurzmann girls met up with Mom Mom and Pop Pop. The cousins had a great time running around the yard and eating Mom Mom's good cooking.</div><div><br /></div><div>Back in New Bern we had playdates with friends, had multiple movie nights, stayed up late and slept in ( as late as a baby will let you) and had good old fun just hanging out. Sadly, spring break is coming to an end but the good memories we made won't.</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-47106297590075489742010-03-28T23:18:00.003-04:002010-03-28T23:29:56.377-04:00Spring Trainning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQafbcTckmtJbo06CbWPpBUodUZcYSk-jOL4b6GOCrfDEKsBFEfLH2wBUntGOtupK5XAh34WA5c6z3gpjYlRmeOJCBddHq329lfk-iifCIdj4IVux0SgSK15chOASV0_VgJ5SefBrSh7m/s1600/HarrisonBall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQafbcTckmtJbo06CbWPpBUodUZcYSk-jOL4b6GOCrfDEKsBFEfLH2wBUntGOtupK5XAh34WA5c6z3gpjYlRmeOJCBddHq329lfk-iifCIdj4IVux0SgSK15chOASV0_VgJ5SefBrSh7m/s400/HarrisonBall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453890783938066050" /></a>With baseball season getting ready to open up, the Reno boys have been hard at practice. Thanks to the awesome weather we have been enjoying, we have been able to go play in the backyard after dinner on most nights. A few nights ago we all went out in the backyard and the boys showed their momma what they can do.<div><br /></div><div>Harrison is getting pretty good! It will be his last year playing t-ball and I can tell he is ready to move up. He can really whack the ball off the pitch and last night he was giggling away as he kept hitting them over the fence. Way to go my little H man!</div><div><br /></div><div>Benjamin is also working hard. Last year he played an outfield position but I could tell he kind of wanted to play one of the bases. He has been working on playing first base this year and I think he is excited about it. The picture below just cracks me up. As Ben was getting ready to wing the ball over to Ed, little Miss Louisa came marching up to him yelling his name. I just love the little look on her face as she gazed up at her big brother. And, I love how he actually stopped to enjoy it. Not many 9 year old boys would stop what they are doing but this one is tender hearted when it comes to little sisters.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjspNEPJwJb3yGk8qfrt26kQ8oJMGWDPdLdf3jg6ne_ONe3y4-9aWtE2OiNxqAFEr08hMZa7PHD-16frmkeOh4QrIEeyFYu7zuRw2vQMlaQb4Untse2oYWa0EQVb73InGYUn_ORlPyP7fI-/s1600/1003_March24_125BenBall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjspNEPJwJb3yGk8qfrt26kQ8oJMGWDPdLdf3jg6ne_ONe3y4-9aWtE2OiNxqAFEr08hMZa7PHD-16frmkeOh4QrIEeyFYu7zuRw2vQMlaQb4Untse2oYWa0EQVb73InGYUn_ORlPyP7fI-/s400/1003_March24_125BenBall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453890779355161042" /></a>So, that is all for tonight. I figured it was about time I posted something of the boys, even if it was their backs! Of course, I have a gazillion things I could post about Louisa- her sitting on the table, her learning to blow her nose ( now if we can just teach her to do it with a tissue!), etc. But, I'll save those for another day....<br /><div><br /></div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-24284662365940522622010-03-14T23:45:00.005-04:002010-03-15T00:12:35.589-04:00Fourth Time is the Charm- or Not...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH140rW5wH0_7H-Lhkpw5AYuHURlo-qTS2EVcN4WlQeCzBbJuqfXTe2uP7-lz6lyzayOHZnfFhdqcj8wOeUi86W2bb6wrIvNvtcVS2fGzRKH8v3dfQxiYtr2d60MnWJ5HlcZb5JIg1U9Sw/s1600-h/Louisa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH140rW5wH0_7H-Lhkpw5AYuHURlo-qTS2EVcN4WlQeCzBbJuqfXTe2uP7-lz6lyzayOHZnfFhdqcj8wOeUi86W2bb6wrIvNvtcVS2fGzRKH8v3dfQxiYtr2d60MnWJ5HlcZb5JIg1U9Sw/s400/Louisa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448701876626317186" /></a>Awww, look at that sweet, little toddler. Isn't she the cutest? I do think she is the cutest thing ever BUT I must tell you her looks are deceiving. She is the baby of four so you would think we have this stuff down pat. Right?<div><br /></div><div>Well, little cutie pa-tootie up there seems to be here to show us that we do NOT have it all down. She is our "wild child". Now, I had friends who used to say their kids were high maintenance and I always wondered what they meant. I didn't think babies were so hard. At least my babies weren't so hard. I thought my friends were just exaggerating a bit. Now, I know they weren't. Some kids really are high maintenance and it appears that the last one we ordered up falls into that category.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last night Louisa thought it would be fun to start climbing on things. Good-bye sitting down for me. Seems I am constantly having to get up to remove her from furniture these days. Remember her big sister Liza who didn't walk until she was 18 months? She never would have thought about climbing on furniture. Come to think of it, she still isn't a big climber.</div><div><br /></div><div>A while back Louisa discovered how to open our cabinets- the ones where we keep food. So long to keeping food IN the cabinets. Now my counters always look messy because I have to keep things where she can't get them.</div><div><br /></div><div>With the weather turning nice we have been going outside to play a lot. Smarty pants has discovered that our yard connects to our neighbor's yard. Obviously she likes their lawn much better since she kept running over there today. Sadly, she also pitched a fit each time I ran to bring her back into our yard. I sure will miss you, calm afternoons relaxing outside with the kids.</div><div><br /></div><div>Smarty pants has also discovered what each door of the house sounds like. If she hears the boys' door open ( it leads to upstairs) she takes off like a flash to try to scramble up the stairs. Or, if she hears a bathroom door open, she quickly tries to find the room with that awesome bowl that holds water. Yes- she is our toilet playing baby! So, we have recently had to adopt a "close all the doors" policy. Good-bye moving freely from room to room.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, lest you think that we don't adore our baby Louisa, I can share some things that we just eat up about her:</div><div><br /></div><div>She clearly, and distinctly has a name for each of us. There is nothing like a baby calling out her sweet names for you or her siblings or her dada. My favorite name that she has adopted- her name for Harrison, "No No". That just cracks me up! I must tell Harrison "no" a lot!</div><div><br /></div><div>She is our Linus. She has a baby blanket that she cuddles up with. When she gets tired she marches into her room, sticks her chubby little arms through the spokes of the crib and hauls that blankie right out. </div><div><br /></div><div>When you pick her up ( especially from a nap) she lays her head on your shoulder and pats your back like she is trying to make you feel better.</div><div><br /></div><div>She laughs a great big belly laugh when you say, "Bumblebee, bumblebee....Buzz!".</div><div><br /></div><div>So, while I <i>should</i> have this child rearing stuff down, I most obviously do not. But, I do at least have the foresight to know that it won't be long before I am missing her crazy toddler antics. Just as I survived those months of little to no sleep, I will survive Louisa's crazy toddler days. Now, if we can just get the house to survive.....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-20436724800651251142010-02-23T13:43:00.004-05:002010-02-23T13:53:25.436-05:00BLOOMWORKSHOP Birthday Giveaway!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS9vzAoekRY67KfDZkDMeXUHGsj1gLN_scYoipLcGgF-uZppYc-AkgAZcdmID6PZK2xVbJi7E7M2qT3k8R7qz7vxnla37RsPb7BNJQZAomIQAKhlcWNAIM3wa-5R_yoPSzNWEb-ivNrPzm/s1600-h/1002_Bloom2_012-77-web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS9vzAoekRY67KfDZkDMeXUHGsj1gLN_scYoipLcGgF-uZppYc-AkgAZcdmID6PZK2xVbJi7E7M2qT3k8R7qz7vxnla37RsPb7BNJQZAomIQAKhlcWNAIM3wa-5R_yoPSzNWEb-ivNrPzm/s400/1002_Bloom2_012-77-web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441512614403078626" /></a>I have been busy doing my homework for Bloom, the online workshop I am taking. That picture up there was one of the shots I took trying to complete the assignment. When I put the camera down and turned on the computer I made the mistake of going on the workshop forum. There is so much info. there you could get lost for a week! That's a good thing though. Good information, great classmates and awesome teachers who could ask for more? <div><br />As I was reading the forum I was reminded of the birthday bash going on for this workshop. The workshop's birthday is going on now and, the good part for us is that they are giving away prizes! For a chance to win visit their <a href="http://www.bloomworkshops.com/">blog</a>, follow the directions and then leave them a comment about what you did. Easy-peasy :-)<div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-60271911020893747902010-02-18T22:32:00.002-05:002010-02-18T22:47:05.885-05:00Still Learning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgxQXq5jwM2U9_K3wNzcA-rUO7ksISilv5NcXXgVRLlhkpqjntcbDM6WFHMzzNpGcwDipE6Vu2hatKLXTLedry20DS9-nWl2f7v0MNJVWzGz52OcIOIxPAeKvlZGOE0vuoYuuLY7m_Vdb/s1600-h/1002_Bloompractice_Lizaweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgxQXq5jwM2U9_K3wNzcA-rUO7ksISilv5NcXXgVRLlhkpqjntcbDM6WFHMzzNpGcwDipE6Vu2hatKLXTLedry20DS9-nWl2f7v0MNJVWzGz52OcIOIxPAeKvlZGOE0vuoYuuLY7m_Vdb/s400/1002_Bloompractice_Lizaweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439792620633952434" /></a>Before I became a stay at home mom, I was a teacher. I LOVED teaching. One of the things I loved was that I was constantly learning. Whether it was learning new curriculum, learning how a student learns best, or learning new teaching techniques, I was always learning. <div><br /></div><div>So, while I am not still teaching in a classroom, I am still learning new things everyday. Photography became my passion a while back and I started learning. The learning just keeps on going and it never ceases to amaze me the amount of information out there. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am busy learning a lot over these next few weeks while taking an online course. I can't begin to tell you all the things I learned this week but that picture up there shows you a few. From learning how to nail exposure with natural light, to faking a studio look ( that picture up there was actually shot in my bedroom!), to converting images to a great looking black and white- I have been learning! And that makes me happy :-) </div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-41409579143615178042010-02-10T09:29:00.002-05:002010-02-10T09:43:13.533-05:00Where's My Baby??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XMXWQ9jXNjVXYSSO7ZkPGV2UR1hQdbrpxFmRAK8_cGOC_8FrXDqnsm8tlIfCxcN1fd5yDVMXANt94spvELrP2OHA-Lvi9Rp9hzyCgGdgtnInclHLGcq2zLl-A5Zu57G-KrwotunHqypt/s1600-h/1002_MyKids_005-13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XMXWQ9jXNjVXYSSO7ZkPGV2UR1hQdbrpxFmRAK8_cGOC_8FrXDqnsm8tlIfCxcN1fd5yDVMXANt94spvELrP2OHA-Lvi9Rp9hzyCgGdgtnInclHLGcq2zLl-A5Zu57G-KrwotunHqypt/s400/1002_MyKids_005-13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436622153264058802" /></a>My days of babies are dwindling down. I can't believe it. How have all my babies gotten so big? We have been used to watching Louisa "walk" around on her knees for the past few months. Seems she has had absolutely no need to use her feet. And you should see this girl! She is fast- feet or no feet, this girl can move!<div><br /></div><div>But recently, our little Louisa has discovered that she can actually walk on her feet. She is really encouraged to get up on those feet when one of her siblings beckons her. Look at big sis back there cheering her on.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgp_Hoh1Js1qd2W9Yxy44X0YUdrtbzVAm_VA0O3F3r52wHmOm5XZ_WC_JekSWblGbwvvar2s2va5XxcC-_eerfaakh7shWbicuDNMDlZyqq78eCX9tBvresFvKlHbCu5qKvSWCRIEAheb/s1600-h/1002_MyKids_005-9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgp_Hoh1Js1qd2W9Yxy44X0YUdrtbzVAm_VA0O3F3r52wHmOm5XZ_WC_JekSWblGbwvvar2s2va5XxcC-_eerfaakh7shWbicuDNMDlZyqq78eCX9tBvresFvKlHbCu5qKvSWCRIEAheb/s400/1002_MyKids_005-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436622155883981218" /></a> I think Liza may just well be Louisa's biggest cheerleader. I don't know who was happier that she was walking- Louisa or Liza.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRSx-J9n-d0Iiuah63-7sSzJ409c7VXIlAn2qhiPYWiYgB09nsPeGe6VEygX8dDshYR3Snz1eX9KW0zlxDQuS28ps-d0fv6kC3kPD6_goCGDKVq4cVxfOUsk0AMp9gs2zc6dswUtbERJp/s1600-h/1002_MyKids_005-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRSx-J9n-d0Iiuah63-7sSzJ409c7VXIlAn2qhiPYWiYgB09nsPeGe6VEygX8dDshYR3Snz1eX9KW0zlxDQuS28ps-d0fv6kC3kPD6_goCGDKVq4cVxfOUsk0AMp9gs2zc6dswUtbERJp/s400/1002_MyKids_005-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436622148553953682" /></a><br /></div><div>And it is so sweet when little sis makes it to big sis. I love that my girls love each other. Look at this hug :-)! I know, as they get older they will have their spats but I do believe that they won't forget these little moments that they share.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNlnklHalVEF2BsG8ppuSrXbqMF4KTrJl70Zz80ZPT1J27CjfSCcLFcU1AnQ7YaaPUfHTGSbHQtG_z0raATy0Jliv9yt8_rUHTfBGfqiHL_TsP01-Rd7decbNQVDVXSkzGGyCr2IdbaivW/s1600-h/1002_MyKids_005-5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNlnklHalVEF2BsG8ppuSrXbqMF4KTrJl70Zz80ZPT1J27CjfSCcLFcU1AnQ7YaaPUfHTGSbHQtG_z0raATy0Jliv9yt8_rUHTfBGfqiHL_TsP01-Rd7decbNQVDVXSkzGGyCr2IdbaivW/s400/1002_MyKids_005-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436622140718427522" /></a><br /></div><div>I am so thankful that my kiddos have each other to cheer them on. And I am thankful that when these little milestones happen I have some little people around here who share my joy. I just can't believe that my babies are all getting bigger. Now that she is walking I guess she is officially a toddler. Oh my!</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-6585753961635319272010-01-26T22:40:00.003-05:002010-01-26T22:47:32.318-05:00Ahead of the Game- Planning Valentines!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFc0yMBircqOGPe9FZZ7hSLIKqKr2DYtXkWT34QTfcgzlolgYwrSFSRu4IA1qmb-pVPAx87fsoTsO7dzFtQdTKphPvLX1c880ZSjZgN-67eQfvQ7ZKSBRmZCjUx0zn-0sS-rQAQMNVw2v/s1600-h/valentine_fronsample.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFc0yMBircqOGPe9FZZ7hSLIKqKr2DYtXkWT34QTfcgzlolgYwrSFSRu4IA1qmb-pVPAx87fsoTsO7dzFtQdTKphPvLX1c880ZSjZgN-67eQfvQ7ZKSBRmZCjUx0zn-0sS-rQAQMNVw2v/s400/valentine_fronsample.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431260399135105698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1lS-9ktllXVoN9aqcFnqFlTCrpVOma_TGffcFPUCbk4P2h5tQpBYI5dKLyNDn6bPbqkZCqa4Wp_wot-7uuT6T8gLqDbl5g5vGY5LufFgnaI2HMu0J_nzdBHBGkKez-202jTnZQ28EWsC/s1600-h/valentine_backsample.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1lS-9ktllXVoN9aqcFnqFlTCrpVOma_TGffcFPUCbk4P2h5tQpBYI5dKLyNDn6bPbqkZCqa4Wp_wot-7uuT6T8gLqDbl5g5vGY5LufFgnaI2HMu0J_nzdBHBGkKez-202jTnZQ28EWsC/s400/valentine_backsample.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431260393860310098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JOPSTFaTcjt5dqkoWDcc_VWQz8-JywVjCcawNPPRz02vjfjJiSjptYbBUPFrlvDTuDfVju2Guq3PSadVQclPghEW54SzrKWpo3pQZLb8Ap_cpUoE09eaarO_MNHC1fNhuli-MBy5vMu4/s1600-h/be_mine2_backsample.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JOPSTFaTcjt5dqkoWDcc_VWQz8-JywVjCcawNPPRz02vjfjJiSjptYbBUPFrlvDTuDfVju2Guq3PSadVQclPghEW54SzrKWpo3pQZLb8Ap_cpUoE09eaarO_MNHC1fNhuli-MBy5vMu4/s400/be_mine2_backsample.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431260389652797458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86spGB2ZN0Lx-oXYAeplSQ3-muq2hpJXCn1C246Ntzt2sB1vgV5cArZeDG5dHgkcnhVja5r54dnCE98TFKov851fMWrB3-UeC87mSaqNf2RxQA7ByF7QWQ72oZv5ngW7TlIRjAq0Y2WmN/s1600-h/be_mine2_frontsample.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86spGB2ZN0Lx-oXYAeplSQ3-muq2hpJXCn1C246Ntzt2sB1vgV5cArZeDG5dHgkcnhVja5r54dnCE98TFKov851fMWrB3-UeC87mSaqNf2RxQA7ByF7QWQ72oZv5ngW7TlIRjAq0Y2WmN/s400/be_mine2_frontsample.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431260386435607650" /></a><br />I just finished posting these on my photography blog and couldn't resist sharing them here as well. I am so excited about Valentine's Day this year. I have found the cutest card templates. Now if I can just decide which to use!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-57370158918231616232010-01-13T22:11:00.002-05:002010-01-13T22:31:21.902-05:00How Cute Are These Girls?<div>So, I am playing around with my camera this afternoon and my girls actually cooperated and let me take some pictures while they played. Occasionally, I could get Liza to look at me. You should see the number of pictures I have of her looking down. This one was cuter though.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkB6NtlwUytHkhFo1I06FB40bO-xkzJPreEXJGjBBm1YAs1xift8bFhDkvxPRNLRYwLtWJpkI0uX9rb3n6rzI1Dk9Yz2F-CoOAznVvDMVWAk-SqnUmGq7LXVVjxP6pWjzIQwCiEd7na5Bv/s1600-h/1001_kids_004-9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkB6NtlwUytHkhFo1I06FB40bO-xkzJPreEXJGjBBm1YAs1xift8bFhDkvxPRNLRYwLtWJpkI0uX9rb3n6rzI1Dk9Yz2F-CoOAznVvDMVWAk-SqnUmGq7LXVVjxP6pWjzIQwCiEd7na5Bv/s400/1001_kids_004-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426428412645207106" /></a><br /><div>After a while, these are the looks I got from Liza. Can't you just hear her, "Seriously... M-om."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrw0sg6J_A4hFnetae7IU3UopxMYkKKOIc7jTkvFrULTH8Tc9zC5TBxw0obIE6rJMlwj5JHNsFrAcHO6FH5frgyoKBe17hlV8FvHlpUyNXwcL8GcUda9eSM0FO-19N7mRAYDl8je51hK2/s1600-h/1001_kids_004-16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrw0sg6J_A4hFnetae7IU3UopxMYkKKOIc7jTkvFrULTH8Tc9zC5TBxw0obIE6rJMlwj5JHNsFrAcHO6FH5frgyoKBe17hlV8FvHlpUyNXwcL8GcUda9eSM0FO-19N7mRAYDl8je51hK2/s400/1001_kids_004-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426428410429386786" /></a><br /></div><div>And here is my littlest cutie. I tell you, I have more blurry shots of this child then any of the others as babies. She is all over the place. Sometimes I managed to catch her, like for this one brief moment.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQbRxQaforcQ82ZtZFaScVVKF4cGfV9HJNQG4YJRvE8j30sWKNVCkzoMMeimpbh02oXLFexQkQZo3gbbf2-LJ7k-5o7kFfJE0evG0ZoMuhYhWwZjwIY5EhqmKcxP838jhXh_ZMRLfgb2T/s1600-h/1001_kids_004-21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQbRxQaforcQ82ZtZFaScVVKF4cGfV9HJNQG4YJRvE8j30sWKNVCkzoMMeimpbh02oXLFexQkQZo3gbbf2-LJ7k-5o7kFfJE0evG0ZoMuhYhWwZjwIY5EhqmKcxP838jhXh_ZMRLfgb2T/s400/1001_kids_004-21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426428400702019058" /></a><br /></div><div>And here is the little one with one of her favorite toys to steal from her big sister- the Leapster. Thank goodness Leapsters are tough. As you can see Louisa likes the taste of Leapsters :-0!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMR0H8me98RHH3fJN9KxBzKPeAH0rcrJEQDK06Jmp_-8eUkJ7qeWJ8F_3vqk3_vU2j6zjEk-udCCQ9LsHkztt5SPk9d5AjlgG24vO70s6oHZ0pI7tZvrFfBjkUnadUruKn5XJMi-BsTWQe/s1600-h/1001_kids_004-23.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMR0H8me98RHH3fJN9KxBzKPeAH0rcrJEQDK06Jmp_-8eUkJ7qeWJ8F_3vqk3_vU2j6zjEk-udCCQ9LsHkztt5SPk9d5AjlgG24vO70s6oHZ0pI7tZvrFfBjkUnadUruKn5XJMi-BsTWQe/s400/1001_kids_004-23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426428397012987970" /></a><br /></div><div>And finally, this image just cracks me up. Na- nanny-boo-boo!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMhtJYCcX-ewx3uRerAG-y-gQgn11j7OHW-x9Ll61QKOrEe22Atwl5IrUwEiwcgvlpCP46tPJ1ovAjRXAfmOgqYNN5RzWJo1xX4j4gS_mNCpfyTCPG0MQnTsGHFNOXkgUUr9f4-q1yosQ/s1600-h/1001_kids_004-26.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMhtJYCcX-ewx3uRerAG-y-gQgn11j7OHW-x9Ll61QKOrEe22Atwl5IrUwEiwcgvlpCP46tPJ1ovAjRXAfmOgqYNN5RzWJo1xX4j4gS_mNCpfyTCPG0MQnTsGHFNOXkgUUr9f4-q1yosQ/s400/1001_kids_004-26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426428395192880786" /></a><br /></div><div>Not much else to share tonight other than my sweet little girls! </div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-65911227921250371882010-01-08T00:03:00.002-05:002010-01-08T00:18:36.441-05:00A Few From the Birthday Gathering<div>Liza's birthday party is not for a few more weekends. The holidays got the best of her mommy and the slacker didn't book her party early enough :-0! Oh well, gives us something to look forward too.</div><div><br /></div><div>The night was still special though. Our best buddies came over to eat cake with us and a pretty cake it was. Check it out! Liza picked out the colors. ( And no- I didn't make it. )</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Y3-UGVgZ8fe0jcW-zPcWvnC26oEcL_TX0Sl6yCikhcG2si74tsYNUTyJ9rwsy8wgv8qbW8TDGaUumodTYqbLMYIFd4L2yFxr7GHhJ_3VSm4T_akIi1Czh-dc9JsSyq4EcV4UEaLnF5Rm/s1600-h/1001_LizaBday_008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Y3-UGVgZ8fe0jcW-zPcWvnC26oEcL_TX0Sl6yCikhcG2si74tsYNUTyJ9rwsy8wgv8qbW8TDGaUumodTYqbLMYIFd4L2yFxr7GHhJ_3VSm4T_akIi1Czh-dc9JsSyq4EcV4UEaLnF5Rm/s400/1001_LizaBday_008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424230992829940658" /></a><br /><div>Liza enjoyed opening presents. She loved her leapster game that got. She inherited the leapster once Harrison got a DS. Now that she has a "girl game" I am thinking it will be pulled out a lot more often. Her favorite thing so far about it? There is a sing along! Now she can sing with the princesses!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFYTSqtV3dB_cYG0U2zZqOSW9HXHflQPzLODSavzB7-K9voDKtIwo9mXjP3B4Paaw716bPkG2X1cdvYb0d5rsqOgSKS4LpOSc4SxXB8SiNPl2AUn_rNCBGf_XSnevfJywlaAh5aNwhMHy/s1600-h/1001_LizaBday_009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFYTSqtV3dB_cYG0U2zZqOSW9HXHflQPzLODSavzB7-K9voDKtIwo9mXjP3B4Paaw716bPkG2X1cdvYb0d5rsqOgSKS4LpOSc4SxXB8SiNPl2AUn_rNCBGf_XSnevfJywlaAh5aNwhMHy/s400/1001_LizaBday_009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424230991080621058" /></a><br /></div><div>This picture just cracks me up. Look at the crowd at her little psuedo party- ALL boys ( except Louisa). How cute is that? My girl is a girly girl. She loves to wear dresses, insists on wearing dresses, loves dolls and makeup BUT she can hang with the boys. She is no push over. On any other day you may catch her wielding a light saber, yelling and chasing these boys. But, for today she was a little birthday princess.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3yelPXtfkSl53X1uiHFcTJEkFnhbl6iilZsw3Fx6OauF5p6Pui9OhGORTw2MS6vZ_nPCecYUc2OBDwERgDBuLhGtg25uObOZ0Hhsgg4eT1lhojyV_4wgjEk98WZYG9b51X7KGJ8RgWQKU/s1600-h/1001_LizaBday_010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3yelPXtfkSl53X1uiHFcTJEkFnhbl6iilZsw3Fx6OauF5p6Pui9OhGORTw2MS6vZ_nPCecYUc2OBDwERgDBuLhGtg25uObOZ0Hhsgg4eT1lhojyV_4wgjEk98WZYG9b51X7KGJ8RgWQKU/s400/1001_LizaBday_010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424230980016214978" /></a><br /></div><div>Clapping at the singing. Remember, this girls loves to sing and I guess she loves to be serenaded too.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbt8FIPSc0wGjDt15tbAY4CQkWrFEzs1rRTOedFrtenYQ5VA19WJuuHh1ZcsWc5UPqbQIzXosAIonSE2WtnUA0JAob9lUmgWTN0QyhoQRmt-UV8ZgsblrEIPp0bFfSBTY7b92wzR-Bd8_0/s1600-h/1001_LizaBday_011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbt8FIPSc0wGjDt15tbAY4CQkWrFEzs1rRTOedFrtenYQ5VA19WJuuHh1ZcsWc5UPqbQIzXosAIonSE2WtnUA0JAob9lUmgWTN0QyhoQRmt-UV8ZgsblrEIPp0bFfSBTY7b92wzR-Bd8_0/s400/1001_LizaBday_011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424230981935337538" /></a><br /></div><div>And a wish!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggxqC9Y5IyKqIuIBT1_msM8vNKAgUVtKHTXdJWP2TLFNDoAVCDL3npY9WGmXLsfFXvdnIrIVQVPS_G8eK0ilQ12PJtbLfIkTaxEZPaTAogIsFyiTvWxOywm67wgT3Kh9uHDMnkaLJv1LZW/s1600-h/1001_LizaBday_012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggxqC9Y5IyKqIuIBT1_msM8vNKAgUVtKHTXdJWP2TLFNDoAVCDL3npY9WGmXLsfFXvdnIrIVQVPS_G8eK0ilQ12PJtbLfIkTaxEZPaTAogIsFyiTvWxOywm67wgT3Kh9uHDMnkaLJv1LZW/s400/1001_LizaBday_012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424230977595000706" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We had a lot of fun for such an impromptu party. Maybe this birthday planning stuff isn't needed after all. Give us cake and our awesome neighbors and that is party enough!</div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-66904113954973782132010-01-07T23:48:00.003-05:002010-01-08T00:03:07.578-05:00The Birthday Girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_aGxQHI9e5JRDZFoWM-6lx7kY_5X6ZaQPMFl_ZaWUK7NLgEbgcW8KfwdAqQb_EBp1dHkOsQxAiBhDJ8ki0GHCQWNGLjX4i9jM9X6m_buSdwL68wiH3XTnPTwrc6HTxct1v0bWEJpVHKu/s1600-h/1001_LizaBday_002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_aGxQHI9e5JRDZFoWM-6lx7kY_5X6ZaQPMFl_ZaWUK7NLgEbgcW8KfwdAqQb_EBp1dHkOsQxAiBhDJ8ki0GHCQWNGLjX4i9jM9X6m_buSdwL68wiH3XTnPTwrc6HTxct1v0bWEJpVHKu/s400/1001_LizaBday_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424229218925633234" /></a><br /><div>Liza's 4th birthday was yesterday. Hard to believe, but my big girl is now 4! We let her open one present in the morning- this pretty pink jumper. It had an adorable polka dot cardigan to accompany it. The cheery little cardigan is what made me buy the outfit as a birthday present. It just screamed birthday dress to me. But, 4 year old girls are quite particular about what they wear. So, sorry. Liza wanted the whole dress to show in her picture which meant no cardigan.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here is my little birthday girl looking like she just might eat that lollipop before I tell her she can.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkw6s9b_zFP6ZCkoqrt5KnZQeLV836SPSoTuurx02a0tRprgEg3tzD_G7mEmaaUABPHQKCnBtBDpBkB29KXTya3IWaZ1tbvvxnBnRpng9-kil2bgQKzAphL0BTKFbZ25V56ZWpsK7Ozh-P/s1600-h/1001_LizaBday_005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkw6s9b_zFP6ZCkoqrt5KnZQeLV836SPSoTuurx02a0tRprgEg3tzD_G7mEmaaUABPHQKCnBtBDpBkB29KXTya3IWaZ1tbvvxnBnRpng9-kil2bgQKzAphL0BTKFbZ25V56ZWpsK7Ozh-P/s400/1001_LizaBday_005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424226836901877730" /></a><br /><div>And this shot made me think she must have been dreaming of her valentine. Such a funny little thing she is!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGlZq4riMK_rQOnnZRydnpvA8e0O2up-f8vD6GekXW_eGCTVf0Wc2AMVFL7TWwTzMTerxH4jm9451huaMalwyVbvimvNykKYu54jJFl5dc2m78nMKMYyONk5UFmPq00xV8bxVOUCprBYNC/s1600-h/1001_LizaBday_004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGlZq4riMK_rQOnnZRydnpvA8e0O2up-f8vD6GekXW_eGCTVf0Wc2AMVFL7TWwTzMTerxH4jm9451huaMalwyVbvimvNykKYu54jJFl5dc2m78nMKMYyONk5UFmPq00xV8bxVOUCprBYNC/s400/1001_LizaBday_004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424226830705806994" /></a><br /></div><div>And this one, I processed a little different with a <a href="http://florabellacollection.com/">Florabella Action</a>. I just love the cool and dreamy look of it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTyK8dVOPti1yR1CCMKhCSiz3YKNCWbnzKrdXfoIjUFjcFOZ4P5r6KYA8_xOL-O9Ct0RdwNBJ0GOxkZG0o8teJ6KA31-pumhWkFqemd6QqgPzOCJwdNR8pt9wshGrNu2eiSMIbQGxFZjG/s1600-h/1001_LizaBday_003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTyK8dVOPti1yR1CCMKhCSiz3YKNCWbnzKrdXfoIjUFjcFOZ4P5r6KYA8_xOL-O9Ct0RdwNBJ0GOxkZG0o8teJ6KA31-pumhWkFqemd6QqgPzOCJwdNR8pt9wshGrNu2eiSMIbQGxFZjG/s400/1001_LizaBday_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424226827865541122" /></a><br /></div><div>And this one is just my sweet little LuLu. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2sxeL77LtPOmIDxXKdoUhmK0CJb3Fr3t33XQ6NnHhz8-o1ztBwiqTg7ntrwj6fhwjmyHmOTMc6zw1H51LnMqY8EO1e6Db8cYJUoU08iU0JatB9y6XvrjDoT1hqVoaGev98Kfgeh_f5sjH/s1600-h/1001_LizaBday_001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2sxeL77LtPOmIDxXKdoUhmK0CJb3Fr3t33XQ6NnHhz8-o1ztBwiqTg7ntrwj6fhwjmyHmOTMc6zw1H51LnMqY8EO1e6Db8cYJUoU08iU0JatB9y6XvrjDoT1hqVoaGev98Kfgeh_f5sjH/s400/1001_LizaBday_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424226819560049442" /></a><br /></div><div>Happy Birthday my sweet girl. You are mommy's angel girl, sent straight from heaven. </div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-71387160193570010062009-12-10T21:53:00.005-05:002009-12-10T22:08:26.937-05:00Wow-Za!<div>I can't stand to post without pictures. And, I have been so busy doing pictures for other people and trying to keep up with my kiddos that I have not been taking many pictures for me. However, yesterday I received a nice little package in the mail. In the package was my "new to me" lens that I have been wanting for a while. I found one for sale on one of my photography forums and had a little money from my business to reinvest so I bought it.</div><div><br /></div><div>And oh my goodness! I LOVE it! I don't think I will take this lens off for a while. Well, I take that back. I told Ed that we could wrap it up for me for my Christmas present. Sad, I know but hey Christmas is really about the kids. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, here are few test shots with my new baby:</div><div><br /></div><div>Check out Liza's dismount from the rings. Lovely, huh?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIKGP9QIisGrLmiHEG9vy1wwBCdi-GGPS_X1zEyBIXNryOkKn9ZxakLjfFUm1EHNkfG_Bl9I-P3nqRfDpJAzXovAY60ixirPg7gCELLA55alkPAqN9CwfCtfxo2HICbd8cxMpvAv-saTK/s1600-h/0912_Family_003-28-3.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIKGP9QIisGrLmiHEG9vy1wwBCdi-GGPS_X1zEyBIXNryOkKn9ZxakLjfFUm1EHNkfG_Bl9I-P3nqRfDpJAzXovAY60ixirPg7gCELLA55alkPAqN9CwfCtfxo2HICbd8cxMpvAv-saTK/s400/0912_Family_003-28-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413807637670477394" /></a><br /><div>And look how sharp she is here!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6SjSv4-205sOGTm4axVfaoBAKxCZaQdiQ3GWQ-GlAlcx-_NxuxRve3B84paeRuGlZYafZQ6nB0N_U0U0a5RoadRsRIq6k3U0JuUkHs3cICQdAregNPZMpLx1geW4HF7kBb6AOTjR2UL9x/s1600-h/0912_Family_003-23.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6SjSv4-205sOGTm4axVfaoBAKxCZaQdiQ3GWQ-GlAlcx-_NxuxRve3B84paeRuGlZYafZQ6nB0N_U0U0a5RoadRsRIq6k3U0JuUkHs3cICQdAregNPZMpLx1geW4HF7kBb6AOTjR2UL9x/s400/0912_Family_003-23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413807633364335954" /></a><br /></div><div>And, not only does this little baby take nice pics outside, it does well inside too. I surprised Louisa. Look at her cute little mouth.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbh6Hi1n2dEWAgIuNaEdLGsRZ-Q02dWna9S_t0c2rm_8Y0VS0xh4PZgt7TI9ymFJF4dh6jBSB-5dWQNBpp7yp4Kly-L-8Odorb-A_9fJCZYgCQ362Qb7agfnC0ZcA3MQ_3JxSqIjMjP9lV/s1600-h/0912_Family_003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbh6Hi1n2dEWAgIuNaEdLGsRZ-Q02dWna9S_t0c2rm_8Y0VS0xh4PZgt7TI9ymFJF4dh6jBSB-5dWQNBpp7yp4Kly-L-8Odorb-A_9fJCZYgCQ362Qb7agfnC0ZcA3MQ_3JxSqIjMjP9lV/s400/0912_Family_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413807619850340386" /></a><br /></div><div>Liza was not so surprised. She knows mommy can be crazy with a camera sometimes. I love how she cut her eyes at me.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQkUNg5al_zUFP1-APr5IgFfla03txuVCYUN7FszO_mMqJCDyWUnMFcyaq3aFg0tkKPNYOJ33U1xoWUAx69JLu9WX7v3pw8lZoue3x5wmb2Uno0pchEN0v6DuJGw9Vfooq2vzHwVgjwtR/s1600-h/0912_Family_003-7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQkUNg5al_zUFP1-APr5IgFfla03txuVCYUN7FszO_mMqJCDyWUnMFcyaq3aFg0tkKPNYOJ33U1xoWUAx69JLu9WX7v3pw8lZoue3x5wmb2Uno0pchEN0v6DuJGw9Vfooq2vzHwVgjwtR/s400/0912_Family_003-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413807389889247426" /></a><br /></div><div>And here I cracked the little lady up. I guess mommy taking pictures of you trying to take a bath can be pretty funny.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqgAUcvH2eMD25qgSPORf-1zKM0axnigMaqX3yoXJ_pv6DkYT69hWTnTfIhEy1iLNjJ6_YfzHEKRKO2cV8agDzYo9hQEblBwbhyBJEgXSJz88_JcqCdMv1pTzaqrwsFJgnll-TQTmTeVT/s1600-h/0912_Family_003-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqgAUcvH2eMD25qgSPORf-1zKM0axnigMaqX3yoXJ_pv6DkYT69hWTnTfIhEy1iLNjJ6_YfzHEKRKO2cV8agDzYo9hQEblBwbhyBJEgXSJz88_JcqCdMv1pTzaqrwsFJgnll-TQTmTeVT/s400/0912_Family_003-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413807263123624930" /></a><br /></div><div>So, there you have it. A few shots with my new lens. Wow-za it is sharp! I just can't even stand it. Yes, I am a geek. I love a new toy that works well. Perhaps after I unwrap it at Christmas you will see some more pictures!<br /><br /></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-80832344705594435552009-11-19T00:32:00.004-05:002009-11-19T00:52:44.860-05:00Fourteen Years<div>I can't post without a picture so let's just get that part out of the way. Here are a few shots of my kids with their cousins. All the kids had a teacher workday so we met up at Mom Mom and Pop Pop's house for a fun day. No, you can't tell they were having any fun, can you?</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FqFxy2oNISxuOvSZZa_jvH2A9lAr44t_f4k7j2cAZTGAAFFKPf2iv0F6Uge-GcbqUQrYI2t1tAvjFjPAtg5LLRr4VBRmsH7r5m49GgoQI2HLv132rmMfqVtwadW4d5xIMh3ZkJQxc9Dx/s1600/Leaves-blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FqFxy2oNISxuOvSZZa_jvH2A9lAr44t_f4k7j2cAZTGAAFFKPf2iv0F6Uge-GcbqUQrYI2t1tAvjFjPAtg5LLRr4VBRmsH7r5m49GgoQI2HLv132rmMfqVtwadW4d5xIMh3ZkJQxc9Dx/s400/Leaves-blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405688153907490226" /></a><br /><div>So, on to the real topic of the post...</div><div><br />Fourteen years ago Ed and I were married. ( Well, actually 14 years plus one day- I'm up way too late!) Hard to think back to the people we were 14 years ago. It is amazing how much we have each changed and grown. <div><br /></div><div>Tonight, as I was getting the kids ready for the babysitter's arrival, Harrison asked why they were going out with us. As I explained to him that 14 years ago it was just Daddy and Mommy I could see Liza's face show complete amazement. What? Mommy and Daddy without B, H, L and L?? Her response to me, after she processed this idea was, "Poor Mommy". And you know what? I agree. Don't get me wrong. Ed and I were very happy for the five years we were married before the kids came along. We thought we were "living large". We slept in, had fun, went on trips, went to the movies, ate out, etc. Sure, we have traded some of those things in or modified them slightly. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sleeping in now means 7:00 or 7:30 ( not 10:00 or 10:30), we still have fun but now have more people to share it with. </div><div><br /></div><div>We still go on trips but really just in between sport seasons these days. Potty breaks are no longer put off "just thirty more minutes" and we actually stop during meal times. </div><div><br /></div><div>Instead of going to the movies we have family movie nights or watch shows we have DVR'd. And of course, we have popcorn in our individual popcorn buckets- and soda too! </div><div><br /></div><div>Going out to eat has been transformed into teaching the kids how to cook. They pick what they want to make and I assist. My kids WILL know how to cook!</div><div><br /></div><div>So, yes, times have changed in 14 years but I know all too soon we will returning to a time when it is just me and Ed. For now I will enjoy the times here and there that Ed and I get to ourselves. Our 14 years together have been so worth every minute of every day. All I have to do to see the value in our past years is to look at the four little faces of my kiddos :-)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-90332219982335125352009-11-15T22:16:00.003-05:002009-11-15T22:37:48.678-05:00Moving at Light Speed These Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsL8NOp90lL9rvWhkCidvntcNvMeDQ5N1J2FGwQZc_Xh5By1SP1u_iysq6CCHFl7B1TQ0qTPxhhRJ86eQ2cCNCIhm2YVcjpBgcJbH79xotehAaaij2Bt0Fod9wZvnAcpYatJu45D_sbReE/s1600/JPGtestweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsL8NOp90lL9rvWhkCidvntcNvMeDQ5N1J2FGwQZc_Xh5By1SP1u_iysq6CCHFl7B1TQ0qTPxhhRJ86eQ2cCNCIhm2YVcjpBgcJbH79xotehAaaij2Bt0Fod9wZvnAcpYatJu45D_sbReE/s400/JPGtestweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404539620680882338" /></a><br />OK, so a while back I thought to myself how I have to get back into the blog thing. When I print this sucker out I don't want huge gaps in it! So, I haven't been the greatest at getting back to it but I have been thinking about it. That counts for something, right?<div><br /></div><div>We continue to be super busy but I am seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. Soccer for Harrison ended this weekend and football will end next weekend. ( Alleluia!!) I will get my Saturdays back for about 5 weeks before basketball starts. And, I will have an extra night a week without having to shuttle the kids from here to there. Yipee! So, now that we will be around a bit more, perhaps I can post a bit more.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, to get you caught up on everyone:</div><div><br /></div><div>Ben is doing great. He is in a fantastic class and he is learning to push himself and work his hardest. He is learning there is no substitute for doing what has to be done. He has done really well in football, which I love and hate. I keep hoping he will outgrow his love of the sport. Who wants their boy getting tackled?</div><div><br /></div><div>Harrison is really taking off in kindergarten. He suffered his first "note home" last week. He had to move his "car" off the green road onto the yellow road :-0! When I asked him why he said he was "just having fun in centers". Well, I guess there could be worse things, huh? He didn't hurt anyone, say anything mean, or be disrespectful. He was simply having too much fun. :-) The first time this happened to Ben, he fell to pieces. Harrison??? Not so much. All I got was the sly little sideways smile that let me know he knew he shouldn't have gotten in trouble. </div><div><br /></div><div>As for Liza, she is growing like a weed. She keeps reminding us that she will soon be four. Why? Because in our family you get to go to Disney once you turn four. The boys have already told her all about the place and she just wants to go. I'm not sure who wants to go more- her or Ed :-) Liza is also looking forward to her little Christmas dance. She is excited that her daddy will be coming to watch her. I can't wait to see it. Dance for 3 and 4 year olds is so entertaining!</div><div><br /></div><div>And finally, Louisa! That girl is surely our last baby! I tell you, she is going to do us in. Her favorite room in the house is the bathroom. The toilet brush, the toilet, the toilet paper- all such fun things for a baby. Her favorite place to escape to? The boys' room- upstairs! If she even thinks their door is open she will crawl down the hallway in no time and scurry up those stairs. She is our wild woman. She is our most curious baby by far and baby proofing has to go to a whole new level with this one!</div><div><br /></div><div>As for Ed and I, we are well. We are getting ready to celebrate our 14th anniversary. Kind of hard to believe 14 years have gone by!</div><div><br /></div><div>And because I can't post without a picture... There's a shot of Ben up there from today. I was playing around with some settings on my camera, trying to see how I can set the camera up to do the processing that I want rather than having to pull everything into photoshop to get it like I like. I think I may have found some settings that will work for my "around the house" type pics. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now that things are slowing down, and we might be around the house more, perhaps I will post more. One can always hope ;-)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-86032221187282006262009-10-22T23:49:00.003-04:002009-10-22T23:50:46.902-04:00Jedi Princess<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaFer6PT39f7wfSWfMP87395-QCunq4JveEk18dw-7xdYMIryNpJAt4i2KSjhsDSyP-VRL97m12aw78A9kbgPrKSy2ycWIs7voauln3BBjy1-rFAULSd2JnoMQ1aMAxNMIxw3IzhZYB7b/s1600-h/0910_Family_002-9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaFer6PT39f7wfSWfMP87395-QCunq4JveEk18dw-7xdYMIryNpJAt4i2KSjhsDSyP-VRL97m12aw78A9kbgPrKSy2ycWIs7voauln3BBjy1-rFAULSd2JnoMQ1aMAxNMIxw3IzhZYB7b/s400/0910_Family_002-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395637616238040322" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This just cracks me up. My little Jedi princess throwing the force at me. Can you tell she is well versed in all things Star Wars?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">May the force be with you!</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-146268628237350392009-10-22T23:43:00.002-04:002009-10-22T23:48:14.371-04:00My Little Beauty<div>Yes, I know I am biased, but this girl is striking to me. She is fiesty but sweet. She is sweet and tart. She is laid back but intense. She is all about paradox! She is two sides to the same coin. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD5_SaMU-skFL8BnwpFxOuEnuUIFV2cvG_2VKsE2TKAw5WQKnYK63FHk8J0kpoImSBKzYoFpSQVqEy65dIWISNndaMUUFg7YIdQ0TKxXMhn6-3_WMZKZm25O8SDcbpwft2WPtint6vkVZX/s1600-h/0910_Family_001-34.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD5_SaMU-skFL8BnwpFxOuEnuUIFV2cvG_2VKsE2TKAw5WQKnYK63FHk8J0kpoImSBKzYoFpSQVqEy65dIWISNndaMUUFg7YIdQ0TKxXMhn6-3_WMZKZm25O8SDcbpwft2WPtint6vkVZX/s400/0910_Family_001-34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395636318843706226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFcDXF7mnVqI_aADawjsjdpaP0lojktSg4hyphenhypheneL5z8eM7CDTKnd4cbH_SFyIfGmzb4pW-1TDjlPc5LPrEGd6BPmFBXfovQ8dqBx88iN8YJhV27UmHWA206jezj3VYnwHjNNbutTcL6syu2m/s1600-h/0910_Family_001-32.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFcDXF7mnVqI_aADawjsjdpaP0lojktSg4hyphenhypheneL5z8eM7CDTKnd4cbH_SFyIfGmzb4pW-1TDjlPc5LPrEGd6BPmFBXfovQ8dqBx88iN8YJhV27UmHWA206jezj3VYnwHjNNbutTcL6syu2m/s400/0910_Family_001-32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395636320168560050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ONJ6W5LEddo3X5-v61Eikq8lOQNu4QiVokRnJuXYxyZQKBmVfEehqhXSu0vJW5hQ1j6jCfy5zKA3ADlgMg8EIv4dXZU8JMBnpqB5rlOBhFtY744uJ5mtFkAeISRAMcPBKmcTWITrRqI7/s1600-h/0910_Family_001-31.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ONJ6W5LEddo3X5-v61Eikq8lOQNu4QiVokRnJuXYxyZQKBmVfEehqhXSu0vJW5hQ1j6jCfy5zKA3ADlgMg8EIv4dXZU8JMBnpqB5rlOBhFtY744uJ5mtFkAeISRAMcPBKmcTWITrRqI7/s400/0910_Family_001-31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395636314555280786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj44zqUEmogyMevS5883L7hszMBW1InUBdkRfkXI_CfnWibGWWH8_RH1SXJv4x3xLfDUCNtKikw0NHXcYH9a6nBLIunqsZ0xl4nFoE_463sPuOTTlNQnMO5JWR5zVQB3qKL7b1DVkDFDMXl/s1600-h/0910_Family_001-30.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj44zqUEmogyMevS5883L7hszMBW1InUBdkRfkXI_CfnWibGWWH8_RH1SXJv4x3xLfDUCNtKikw0NHXcYH9a6nBLIunqsZ0xl4nFoE_463sPuOTTlNQnMO5JWR5zVQB3qKL7b1DVkDFDMXl/s400/0910_Family_001-30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395636311869075922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNaVi5SePNYh9v0HJNehKepiczDs6IVk6W74jnmUanGw9I79gidU7IIHPvTCdRMpFt6riNYhlrKFquOIyPM3cj9psrNllK-XcHWKPXSz41Dq5jaWqRpH9iTMPeUw8tsW_uvE2fT5r70gn/s1600-h/0910_Family_001-29.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNaVi5SePNYh9v0HJNehKepiczDs6IVk6W74jnmUanGw9I79gidU7IIHPvTCdRMpFt6riNYhlrKFquOIyPM3cj9psrNllK-XcHWKPXSz41Dq5jaWqRpH9iTMPeUw8tsW_uvE2fT5r70gn/s400/0910_Family_001-29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395636308759518834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mommy loves you sweet girl. Thanks for being my model.</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-84229427360754461022009-10-22T23:09:00.004-04:002009-10-22T23:43:16.437-04:00Time Gets Away<div>OK, so was it really August last time I posted to the blog?? What in the world? What happened? Let me think....</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, school started which means the rat race started:</div><div>Get the kids to school.</div><div>Get the kids home from school- some early, some later. Feed kids meals- ALL meals. Why won't mine buy lunch at school once in a while???</div><div><br /></div><div>Monday-Do the back and forth thing of having kiddos at multiple schools. Leave, come home, leave, come home, leave, come home. You get the picture. Take Liza to dance. Do homework at dance with the older ones.</div><div>Cook, eat, clean up, baths, bedtime stories.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tuesday- All the same stuff, but throw in soccer practice for one and football practice for another. And oh yeah, feed the kids dinner and get them out the door BY 5PM to make it to said practices. Get home, get them showered and in bed fast!</div><div><br /></div><div>Wednesday- All the usual stuff but let mommy go to Bible study while all but one of the kids are at school. I know it is horrible, but some days I feel like I need to skip Bible study to get my life in order. Large chunks of time, which I rarely get, need to be productive chunks of time. Yes, I actually argue with myself about what I actually mean by productive. What is more productive than studying God's word?? Bad as it is sometimes lose sight of what is REALLY important. That ever happen to you?</div><div><br /></div><div>Thursday- Ohhh- worst day of the week- All the back and forth, same schedule as Tuesday with two practices, but throw in mommy preparing for and leading her Weight Watcher group. The hours between 3:00 and 5:00 are a nightmare- snacks, homework, changing into uniforms, trying to get a meal in the kids, mommy changing, children grouchy from the end of the week grumpies... Ahhhh- definite Calgon moments on Thursdays!</div><div><br /></div><div>But lastly Fridays- nowhere special to go after school. Complete let loose time :-) I LOVE Fridays !!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Needless to say, as you can probably tell from my lack of posting, getting things under control around here has not been easy. I'm not complaining. I love my big family. I constantly struggle with remembering what is important though. I mean really important. You know, I never got around to planting my flowers this past spring. Our front flower beds had no color all summer. Well, I take that back. They had a little green color from the weeds that sprang up every now and then. But, you know what? It didn't matter. Not a single one of my friends asked about the flowers, or lack of them. No one in the family even wondered why there were no pretty flowers this year. It was only me that every once and a while felt bad that there was something I just didn't do. </div><div><br /></div><div>It has taken me a while to clue into the fact that I can't do all the same things that I did when I didn't have kids, or that I did when I had one or two kids. I have four kids! What made me think that I could add more sweet kiddos to the mix but still keep all the same "balls" in the air.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I am adjusting. Figuring out what to do, what to let go of and what not to worry about anymore. Is it easy? No. Would I have it any other way? Nope. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now, lest you think I would post without pictures let me share some of my little cutie pie who is now one!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLnRtklkJJ0lRmk80Nq5CKJXVCy_awMjNC-zeMUx3t1yDo6ZkmySsT-4truiRRyEbmMnAAwitsJjbkBZPR19oXK62tEWWQ56qb0WtNw0QWjt4-WF_umdGWFYSpYRLRfk9SOXwqHk7ArYmG/s1600-h/0910_Family_001-41.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLnRtklkJJ0lRmk80Nq5CKJXVCy_awMjNC-zeMUx3t1yDo6ZkmySsT-4truiRRyEbmMnAAwitsJjbkBZPR19oXK62tEWWQ56qb0WtNw0QWjt4-WF_umdGWFYSpYRLRfk9SOXwqHk7ArYmG/s400/0910_Family_001-41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395627726790543362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The image above is my little one right after she pulled the baby monitor off of my nightstand. She thought the antenna looked appetizing. She was gazing up at her big sister who was tattling on her :-)</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpP-jhX40RTu-BOLn06ZSI-UpegXjou6tZKsPmGDF7F3sJl5S8JAiGjRMdv4c09W78ZVQ6CfZHgirkLvKud8Mo9VnSxBiQMSm61fvM8i9A9IW7U79C4QPyIj2BeYhcfC4iyCSNLGHkE5_/s1600-h/0910_Family_001-22.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpP-jhX40RTu-BOLn06ZSI-UpegXjou6tZKsPmGDF7F3sJl5S8JAiGjRMdv4c09W78ZVQ6CfZHgirkLvKud8Mo9VnSxBiQMSm61fvM8i9A9IW7U79C4QPyIj2BeYhcfC4iyCSNLGHkE5_/s400/0910_Family_001-22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395627721050856674" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">That hair and those eyes! Ahh, my sweet little angel girl.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTM9sTZ3F3chfipOOXSHEnqZWSxRW_tizEoE_fRcTjr4KTdZc-lrIxI1am2NxyrDbg-mDidXF-wOSWZuych2d3tKzS4Xo7UKInQsxSDOHQYQnmJIDEZ0L1mNnKJdiZg_udsI2AQB7PRCP/s1600-h/0910_Family_001-21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTM9sTZ3F3chfipOOXSHEnqZWSxRW_tizEoE_fRcTjr4KTdZc-lrIxI1am2NxyrDbg-mDidXF-wOSWZuych2d3tKzS4Xo7UKInQsxSDOHQYQnmJIDEZ0L1mNnKJdiZg_udsI2AQB7PRCP/s400/0910_Family_001-21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395627719206448018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">You know, I am such a believer in the fact that images don't have to be technically perfect to tell or show you something about someone. This picture speaks loudly about my sweet girl. See how she is right up in the camera? That's her! My super inquisitive, make a mess, get into everything last baby. I never knew what real baby proofing was about until this one came along!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmkXRyl8_ZBz42Ne4DcCA5L3hjsLgc3dYPBi1kC3NgPDJMPrWGA-cArnHanxH_umMoc8OX10S61-Q2jLYwFC2VXKoFrBmuOmM82SInjkdLwokpAtRkH2PIpBw5EWz6mzstROnl1EMtlPI/s1600-h/0910_Family_001-19.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmkXRyl8_ZBz42Ne4DcCA5L3hjsLgc3dYPBi1kC3NgPDJMPrWGA-cArnHanxH_umMoc8OX10S61-Q2jLYwFC2VXKoFrBmuOmM82SInjkdLwokpAtRkH2PIpBw5EWz6mzstROnl1EMtlPI/s400/0910_Family_001-19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395627718569202386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And finally, my little L sat still for a moment. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">OK, so that is all for this random post. I will get back to my blog. It has been my family scrapbook/journal for over a year now. I don't want my journal to have "holes" in it! But, as I remember from my Courage to Teach groups, fires need space between the logs so that they can burn stronger. I have had my time away from the blog and will come back to it ready for newer, better things. Promise!</div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-23504687088645559502009-08-26T16:32:00.002-04:002009-08-26T16:53:22.885-04:00My World Changed a Bit Today<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg57iCMgvx0wvEmn40F1w34MGSokgJHOM4hAX2Crr1DmU6EX_3moHVQC_tsBxWNqHX3VyAyVp5_-QKZbbnBN0urn02dlgyMTT55eywUmO1RBivTqfyu0LfM6HFtJCkuRZMqWQgBE98CpwMm/s1600-h/first+day.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg57iCMgvx0wvEmn40F1w34MGSokgJHOM4hAX2Crr1DmU6EX_3moHVQC_tsBxWNqHX3VyAyVp5_-QKZbbnBN0urn02dlgyMTT55eywUmO1RBivTqfyu0LfM6HFtJCkuRZMqWQgBE98CpwMm/s400/first+day.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374373251601141730" /></a><br /><div>After six years of having this cutie pie with me all the time, I sent him off to school by himself today. For me it means my world has changed a bit. Since 2000, the year my oldest was born, I have always had a boy by my side. With my oldest two being boys I learned how to be a mom to boys. Even now that we have had two little girls, I just somehow feel like a "boy mom". Cars, Stars Wars, Batman, PowerRangers- these have been common conversation starters in our house for quite some time now. Sports are also big in our house. Football, basketball, baseball- you name it, my boys ( and Liza) can tell you something about it. Slowly, as Liza has gotten older, we have started to have more princesses lying around the house, more dolls, and stuffed animals. Even with the addition of all the girl stuff ( and there is plenty of it!) my mommy career started out with boys. And now, both my boys are in big school.</div><div><br /></div><div>All summer I have been telling Harrison how weird lunchtime would be when he was in school. I am used to having my little H with me. And today was weird. After dropping Harrison off Liza, Louisa and I came home to a house that was a little quieter ( if you know Harrison you know his voice can carry!). My poor little Liza followed me around from one task to another. Today was the day she lost her best playmate during the day. I guess I didn't even realize that she had become my shadow until I was trying to put Louisa down for her nap. She quietly followed me into Louisa's room, where I was going to rock Louisa. She dragged her little bathroom stool out of the attached bathroom and sat down beside me. When I asked her if she missed Harrison she shook her little head and said, "Yeah, I miss Hair-son." I told her I missed him too.</div><div><br /></div><div>It will take some getting used to- this being without my boys during the day. I will learn to be a "girl mom" and Liza will now take on a different role. She will be my big kid and Louisa will be following her around like she used to follow Harrison around. </div><div><br /></div><div>Amazing how one day can change your world...</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-72119190306715459112009-08-12T00:40:00.002-04:002009-08-12T00:58:07.780-04:00A Few Random Pictures<div>My sister is down at the beach with her family this week. Lucky for us, we are close to the beach so I took the kiddos and shot down there for the day. We enjoyed hanging out at the pool all afternoon, followed by a pizza dinner. It was a great summer day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Check out Ariel, The Little Mermaid, aka Liza. Recently, she has started making me leave her hair down when we go swimming so that her hair can flow through the water. She is so silly!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCbOcT0vO4fwZoUJWCzBMEcEzKSMmidszkIiH2to7p9nClIefSELyRpAqbreRIqbVFgc9MnsU-3mn4tGAFeRrcpuLBFYfLih4jYcwGL9fbK1jsZ35tDeE2wEH2ukTrG-TPvydHWo2mw3x/s1600-h/LizaPool.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCbOcT0vO4fwZoUJWCzBMEcEzKSMmidszkIiH2to7p9nClIefSELyRpAqbreRIqbVFgc9MnsU-3mn4tGAFeRrcpuLBFYfLih4jYcwGL9fbK1jsZ35tDeE2wEH2ukTrG-TPvydHWo2mw3x/s400/LizaPool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368932823934443154" /></a>And here is one of my neices, Molly. She actually played the role of Ariel today. Liza got demoted to Melody, Ariel's daughter. For those of you who aren't into the Little Mermaid, Ariel had a daughter named Melody. That is from The Little Mermaid II. Too bad I was a little lazy about taking pictures today because I missed getting pictures of King Triton, aka, Harrison. He even pretended to carry his trusty trident around. We have such little actors on our hands.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaTX0VkYEnchTC_3F94SmnbZjaIGq9t2sWrPa2veu6Gg_faFmU0a7dxQs8M34t0TsObSgc9TZ5YgBjP5svasuv2LsPpEkemkNON5vCrJlwAO2FRXI5C9G0NHUULr77_D766dDWPV_pDYzA/s1600-h/Molly.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaTX0VkYEnchTC_3F94SmnbZjaIGq9t2sWrPa2veu6Gg_faFmU0a7dxQs8M34t0TsObSgc9TZ5YgBjP5svasuv2LsPpEkemkNON5vCrJlwAO2FRXI5C9G0NHUULr77_D766dDWPV_pDYzA/s400/Molly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368932815601682706" /></a><br /></div><div>And, although this picture wasn't taken today I just loved it. Look at my big girl, Louisa! I snapped this yesterday. You know where she was?? In my front doorway! For you aspiring photographers go give this a try. Open up your front door. Set your trusty little subject right there in the doorway and snap away. Usually, your front doorway will have nice, pretty soft light. It is nice, open shade- perfect for taking pictures. This is a great example of front lighting. See how there aren't any shadows on her face? The light fell on it evenly. Front lighting is also called "glamour lighting". I learned that in Candice Stringham's portrait class. Aren't you impressed with my learning? Now, go off and take some pictures of your kids in your doorway. Leave me a comment if you do and let me know where I can go and take a gander at your doorway shots.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTo9M8NwVmIbVRirJiOygBYsUeGbI3OW89w8YoRPbM295XQ4Gi5VfqM58FZUMh4q6YiqPzF43z_zRBxrhTSmoHZFsQGBi3Y1YNrXgaD5IvNwIji0EdsaQFMroTkefvFXQ_qQaaU9X74w1Y/s1600-h/Louisa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTo9M8NwVmIbVRirJiOygBYsUeGbI3OW89w8YoRPbM295XQ4Gi5VfqM58FZUMh4q6YiqPzF43z_zRBxrhTSmoHZFsQGBi3Y1YNrXgaD5IvNwIji0EdsaQFMroTkefvFXQ_qQaaU9X74w1Y/s400/Louisa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368932811521955938" /></a><br /></div><div>So, there you have my completely random pictures from today. I am still playing around with my new camera, learning all the new features I now have available to me. I have already decided some that I will use a lot ( like back button focusing) and some that I will use in particular situations ( like changing the auto focus drive modes- pretty nifty for catching moving subjects!). All in all I do love my camera.</div><div><br /></div><div>And before I forget, someone asked that I post what lens I was using. For all of these pictures I used my Tamron 28-75mm/2.8. I leave this lens on my camera most of the time now. I love a 2.8 aperture and I find the focal range to be pretty decent for most of what I shoot. I do have a longer lens that I use at sporting events for my kiddos but it was demoted as my favorite lens once I got this one!</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-89112590511318842862009-08-07T23:31:00.003-04:002009-08-07T23:59:48.552-04:00What a Cutie- Inside and Out!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig5lIKx1krr_Lbx-a6xH0v_klNp7eCF8N_s7aY6KgWRbpBAN7DAM7-cAQPTHg-DVwiFzEAOM43qtJ6_bHg6FWD3lsiP1k-WlxH3oyfSNGZexfApaRMypfCcGZ-sk1L-dYjnlcblAot-imt/s1600-h/Liza2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig5lIKx1krr_Lbx-a6xH0v_klNp7eCF8N_s7aY6KgWRbpBAN7DAM7-cAQPTHg-DVwiFzEAOM43qtJ6_bHg6FWD3lsiP1k-WlxH3oyfSNGZexfApaRMypfCcGZ-sk1L-dYjnlcblAot-imt/s400/Liza2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367431074565441762" /></a><br />My little Liza was sweet enough to let me practice taking some pictures of her tonight. I tell you, my kids are really not into helping me out when it comes to picture taking these days. They are completely over being my test subjects. So, I was pleasantly surprised when I suggested going outside tonight and letting mommy take a few pictures. Liza said she would help me out so outdoors we went.<div><br /></div><div>Now, although I do love the little shot I got of Liza, the real reason for her picture being on this post is because her mommy is super proud of her. This week our church has been holding VBS ( Vacation Bible School for my Yankee friends). Liza and Louisa were supposed to be in the nursery all week as I led a group of kids. Louisa had different ideas though and she learned very quickly ( like within 30 minutes of me dropping her off the first day!) that if she shrieked her high pitch squeal, then she would get busted out of the nursery. And me, being the tender hearted mommy couldn't bear to leave my Liza in the nursery ( it was ALL babies!) if Louisa was going to have to accompany me around all morning. So, I told Liza she could rotate through the stations with my group ( the rising kindergarteners) as long as she as a good girl. Well, Miss Liza was a good girl! She listened. She followed directions. She participated. And the crowning jewel in the whole thing was tonight, on the way back from dropping Benjamin off. We had the VBS music CD playing in the car and I heard my sweet little Liza's voice singing "We can trust Him, We can trust Him". Something about hearing her soft little voice singing songs that talked about such important and bigs ideas, made me proud of her. She was a trooper.</div><div><br /></div><div>And to be fair, all of my kiddos were troopers and made their momma proud. Benjamin was in a rather challenging group but the leader made a point to come up and tell me how thankful she was to have Benjamin there as she could count on him to listen and help out. And my Harrison was in my group, which isn't always the easiest on a kid. He really made me proud though! We had the largest group at 30, and I didn't have to speak to him once this whole week. I had some very active little kids but Harrison knew how to behave and did his best. Not only did they all behave, but they also learned a lot. Every night we have been able to talk about what we learned the previous day and they made sure to bring in donations each day to go towards our mission ( we collected over 1000 pounds of food!!). All in all it was a crazy busy but super fun week and this momma is oh so proud of her babies.</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-48032841858134094422009-08-02T00:06:00.002-04:002009-08-02T00:24:38.295-04:00New Camera, New Pictures<div>Just a quick post to show off some new pictures taken with my new camera! I actually got the camera almost two weeks ago but am just now getting time to really learn it. While I do believe that the camera does not make the photographer, I can now say that it does help a little!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are a few pictures snapped with my new baby. Along with the new camera I am trying out some new processing techniques. Seems like I always have to be learning something. What fun is it to always do things the same way?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a soft/dreamy type processing. Took these last night in front of a beautiful church downtown. I love the grounds of this church. So pretty!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAoj8rQSYLbcmOtaZPzCVYBDoPH72SSQ5T5JsZtZXueBkcQff-kK3g6jPDf0zh6uh81MOqkdFSdLkwSPRMZwAhOg3rGFdt5Al8eESp8f7MVZKtYx4CL6qvIcyUaIhnaTQQks5HMbjXSiD/s1600-h/three+out+of+four.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAoj8rQSYLbcmOtaZPzCVYBDoPH72SSQ5T5JsZtZXueBkcQff-kK3g6jPDf0zh6uh81MOqkdFSdLkwSPRMZwAhOg3rGFdt5Al8eESp8f7MVZKtYx4CL6qvIcyUaIhnaTQQks5HMbjXSiD/s400/three+out+of+four.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365213306911869442" /></a><br /><div>And this one cracks me up. I love how Liza wrinkles her little nose up. She does it when she is being devilish. My goodness she is a character!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5hNv_tPAeqBl1rqloWD8hzDdX39WwK71kvjHxpKAqQNl6aDlmv0HJQUUSRlQT_bdhARiQVfPKkvh4p7ZmQK7jiZqNSscFA2t9rGTf2_QMpU8Rvd5PXW4iFD-GSTt1fS9pXO8NGEqIqm-/s1600-h/Liza.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5hNv_tPAeqBl1rqloWD8hzDdX39WwK71kvjHxpKAqQNl6aDlmv0HJQUUSRlQT_bdhARiQVfPKkvh4p7ZmQK7jiZqNSscFA2t9rGTf2_QMpU8Rvd5PXW4iFD-GSTt1fS9pXO8NGEqIqm-/s400/Liza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365213302964841938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And here is my little H. Isn't he the best model? You should have seen him posing for me! I just love this little dude.<br /></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLuQAG1vLAlIOjCNlc1tzNV602qVoJecEeUl73p6fi5lBtH1kziIsS76a-Tfq7qSB4K1ciOYDwnUC74lCEgia_CtNe2JXDpF5LZ3H3eYiJVTvx5U_BIfQdMPIXfTaE0cpUBhyphenhyphenBApuXaY1U/s1600-h/Harrison.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLuQAG1vLAlIOjCNlc1tzNV602qVoJecEeUl73p6fi5lBtH1kziIsS76a-Tfq7qSB4K1ciOYDwnUC74lCEgia_CtNe2JXDpF5LZ3H3eYiJVTvx5U_BIfQdMPIXfTaE0cpUBhyphenhyphenBApuXaY1U/s400/Harrison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365213298237180146" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And this one is my absolute favorite of all the pictures I got from last night. It's not my favorite because it is the best composition or the best processing. It is my favorite because of what it says. To me, this picture shows what life is like in our house at times- Liza being a character while the boys look on and laugh and/or wonder about her. This is an emotionally perfect photography to me.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPepOlwaJjypun8ZjMM6UBRfDI7YWMcvdSOQqAEuBGJ3Xf8hkctss04nstXeyDiNB6MvpuluqYRuYep-RnhjkITLsDhpyEpqL3LaUO9gu3CaA0-uahhGxk8yTkC8YyVy7XFK9WT_aTMWxz/s1600-h/AllaboutLiza.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPepOlwaJjypun8ZjMM6UBRfDI7YWMcvdSOQqAEuBGJ3Xf8hkctss04nstXeyDiNB6MvpuluqYRuYep-RnhjkITLsDhpyEpqL3LaUO9gu3CaA0-uahhGxk8yTkC8YyVy7XFK9WT_aTMWxz/s400/AllaboutLiza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365213288172796802" /></a><br /></div><div>And lastly, I apologize for not including any photos that show our little Louisa. A big storm blew up as we were taking these pictures so Miss Louisa missed her modeling time. Never fear though, you know there will be more pictures soon!</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-1337073598149096852009-07-15T00:35:00.002-04:002009-07-15T00:47:09.664-04:00My All-Star<div>Check out my Benjamin:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3EGqL96VzEnJV96l3KzROQdXHrhuxjEKIr2heYVqUTNoN7kxUnNwFy7uIANgQdUtobF5vA3h22kW5pq4FAUaKGXcLknQW_WMsVgmfN3hVOIoxHOU3FVLTE0daWfNuGI7X2u07Xl47XPhI/s1600-h/AllStarBasball.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3EGqL96VzEnJV96l3KzROQdXHrhuxjEKIr2heYVqUTNoN7kxUnNwFy7uIANgQdUtobF5vA3h22kW5pq4FAUaKGXcLknQW_WMsVgmfN3hVOIoxHOU3FVLTE0daWfNuGI7X2u07Xl47XPhI/s400/AllStarBasball.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358541157663276418" /></a>Does he look like he is ready for the big leagues or what? Although he played t-ball as a 4 year old, he hasn't played baseball since we moved here three years ago. This year he played with our friends' church and had a lot of fun. When that season ended he joined up with our area All Star team. <div><br /></div><div>Now let me be clear, when they say All Star they mean ALL STAR. Wow! These boys can play! They can dive to catch they ball. They make double plays. They hit homeruns. They are really good! Even though Benjamin loves to be "the best" at what he does, I think he would be the first to tell you that he isn't the best, nor the second, nor the third best. He is the newest and least experienced on the team. We are just proud that he is hanging in with something that hasn't been as natural to him as some of the other things he has played.</div><div><br /></div><div>His ( and the team's determination) and great coaches have helped the kids to become a great team. A few weeks ago they won the district championship. This past week and weekend they played in the state championship. After a week of baseball games and three hard games on Saturday they lost their last game to become the runners up in the state championship. Although I know they wanted to win the championship they were still rewarded. As runner up they represent our state in the regional championships in Florida! Yup, that's right- they get to go to Florida!</div><div><br /></div><div>We are proud of our little All Star and all of his teammates! Go Team!!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcuiOtzZ9ij_s1iZsxIH58Wwi7d-ZLWrZ0y28Ms1hnUPZwiF9Q7dgb0eV9BLNGs6Oc6_QTCp5JNZaiPcOBm2Mv-nlvbGpTfKAkZykgg5qi92LruOTlhmYILSnqbOYXYLlkCjqbZ20ooQer/s1600-h/All+Stars-web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcuiOtzZ9ij_s1iZsxIH58Wwi7d-ZLWrZ0y28Ms1hnUPZwiF9Q7dgb0eV9BLNGs6Oc6_QTCp5JNZaiPcOBm2Mv-nlvbGpTfKAkZykgg5qi92LruOTlhmYILSnqbOYXYLlkCjqbZ20ooQer/s400/All+Stars-web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358541154246923778" /></a><br /></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935108635283363736.post-86331837005210305422009-06-26T16:34:00.002-04:002009-06-26T16:42:11.100-04:00Oh Those Pigtails!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmst-99yrHcOH2T70iFnC2WalXRQMMXmWLXlqh3sH-A8D2-RP4JorclyNprb_2rdSYS1V14JwODnLBUi9T35NsK-XwBPakWs33GnY1B96aLNI6tohjlNt_qaFrYIk0WMtt6ug3B6RAIreF/s1600-h/Liza+pigtails.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmst-99yrHcOH2T70iFnC2WalXRQMMXmWLXlqh3sH-A8D2-RP4JorclyNprb_2rdSYS1V14JwODnLBUi9T35NsK-XwBPakWs33GnY1B96aLNI6tohjlNt_qaFrYIk0WMtt6ug3B6RAIreF/s400/Liza+pigtails.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351737657611729538" /></a>Liza has recently taken to wearing her hair in braids. She has become quite vocal in letting me know exactly how she wants her hair. A few weeks ago her preference was for having her hair in a ponytail on the back of her head. And, it couldn't be a ponytail that was too high. She wanted it low so that she could sweep it around to the front like a princess. This week we are all into pigtails. I am thinking it might be from what we are reading- Pippi Longstocking. Do you remember her? Liza has long heard how I used to want to wear my hair like Pippi. Perhaps Liza is my little Pippi. Now if I can just get those braids to stick out from her head!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15381151705132043261noreply@blogger.com1