tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56742273138639796742024-02-06T22:29:04.069-05:00Life in KimboLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-81317441970945036332009-12-25T00:00:00.003-05:002009-12-25T00:00:05.665-05:00Christmas Greetings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIn5pJojffv7prxEYi-sBUWV1FiNQNp5fQmkR2_JSZYQFZwAaQ6iR6RWEWqb3Xmp9uw4BoeZ_8dn4ArVeFDIB_o2RJ0rhoSKRraRCYpD8pcIMsE2bEIgwMtlzv3P4iSFVrpBWEM2sjkT4/s1600-h/2009-11+-+Nov+Misc+%2873%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIn5pJojffv7prxEYi-sBUWV1FiNQNp5fQmkR2_JSZYQFZwAaQ6iR6RWEWqb3Xmp9uw4BoeZ_8dn4ArVeFDIB_o2RJ0rhoSKRraRCYpD8pcIMsE2bEIgwMtlzv3P4iSFVrpBWEM2sjkT4/s320/2009-11+-+Nov+Misc+%2873%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415449113137979314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just taking a quick moment to wish you all a wonderful Christmas Day as we remember the birth of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Have a wonderful holiday season, and may God bless you all in the New Year!</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom His favour rests."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Luke 2:14</span><br /></span>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-84109365936692310992009-12-23T15:19:00.000-05:002009-12-23T15:23:49.203-05:00Baby Quilts Done!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh166h0zQq9NYb4N5-8CH_y4chiXRSqefhQF6591B4ob5h5o9d0g3JP03McM_Zga3mXF1KbTM13KodUV9C_1GMA77w9isy7U6cmLsdokGfzL7Y4ZS6S5-gehIgGbTD4wsgS2dqKs8ku9tk/s1600-h/Oct-2009+%2816%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh166h0zQq9NYb4N5-8CH_y4chiXRSqefhQF6591B4ob5h5o9d0g3JP03McM_Zga3mXF1KbTM13KodUV9C_1GMA77w9isy7U6cmLsdokGfzL7Y4ZS6S5-gehIgGbTD4wsgS2dqKs8ku9tk/s320/Oct-2009+%2816%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415459222145173842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Earlier this year when I was first pregnant, I decided to have a boy and girl baby quilt ready for when baby was born.<br /><br />I started with the girl's quilt, probably because in the back of mind I figured I was having another boy. I thought I'd better do a girl's quilt before hand or I'd never get to make a pink one! So I finished the girl's quilt four weeks before my due date. I remember thinking that I had four weeks and could possibly get the boy's quilt done. :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjz0VwOYMnvlZ2JSM1X1sarBE6pe8nEcTnoQ6DDe3j9QPQOWBoOtb6FuTXAy812P9nTfDFFm_N5YJbPPxHFhCRiM9phyiGT2LsiUoPfkx4f8BJroJ1lyh8mVBuE8Ri1_tJZT2ohuFJba0/s1600-h/2009-11+-+Nov+Misc+%2863%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjz0VwOYMnvlZ2JSM1X1sarBE6pe8nEcTnoQ6DDe3j9QPQOWBoOtb6FuTXAy812P9nTfDFFm_N5YJbPPxHFhCRiM9phyiGT2LsiUoPfkx4f8BJroJ1lyh8mVBuE8Ri1_tJZT2ohuFJba0/s320/2009-11+-+Nov+Misc+%2863%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415459212143355442" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well that never got started, and then Logan was born two weeks early! So I started on his quilt, which was finished up just a couple weeks ago. Logan's quilt is a close cousin to his cousin Braedon's quilt, which you can see <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24466477@N08/3616809230/">here</a>.<br /><br />So my lovely pink and brown quilt is just for me!<br /><br />See more of my crafty stuff by clicking over there on the right.Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-34513168995893764022009-12-21T00:00:00.010-05:002009-12-21T00:00:03.475-05:00Owen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi458MLOA3gvINtxS0YuPXGUPXfZrZPd_o7pZg-4WvfMBtNMoECZgOzmnPAcRgy_cUWhARixbF7ZyNqIFUM5UNHJQkQCVKVrOBtbd8uhxIle3dJ353fOaqeyNGu-jbOv5nbIoXl2vjzezk/s1600-h/DSCF0067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi458MLOA3gvINtxS0YuPXGUPXfZrZPd_o7pZg-4WvfMBtNMoECZgOzmnPAcRgy_cUWhARixbF7ZyNqIFUM5UNHJQkQCVKVrOBtbd8uhxIle3dJ353fOaqeyNGu-jbOv5nbIoXl2vjzezk/s320/DSCF0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416215938050869666" border="0" /></a>Owen is 6 years old already, and is thoroughly enjoying Grade 1. He loves pretty much everything at school (although when we asked him what he does in Science, he said 'what's science?'). He is really into math - just like Dad!<br /><br />Owen was quite pleased when he could show Jay (and Uncle Gord who was here then) his new agenda from school! Jay was just as pleased!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-75RK_jW33YkIwy2xhXF5wUFQLwGzBAdD-vhTZ1rYEvud0aRNyBqgWCEv5fx1FWLEv-7_mvZRfVdiVceFbqv3rYiwbbGtNhQpYHzN-3V6-pZLf-I9fV2xEjlicgGFGItlnYnO-SCjzs/s1600-h/Sep-2009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-75RK_jW33YkIwy2xhXF5wUFQLwGzBAdD-vhTZ1rYEvud0aRNyBqgWCEv5fx1FWLEv-7_mvZRfVdiVceFbqv3rYiwbbGtNhQpYHzN-3V6-pZLf-I9fV2xEjlicgGFGItlnYnO-SCjzs/s320/Sep-2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416288527822705858" border="0" /></a>Jay helped Owen count up the money in his piggy bank and write it down on a paper for him. A couple days later when Owen found a few pennies, he promptly put them in his bank, and recorded it on his paper! Way too much like Jay!<br /><br />He is also very much into hockey! He always knows when the next game is on, although he doesn't like it when there's a day in between games! He often gets to stay up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzG0dRZttrWqggRf4waQOmdClyCZq-aVu_by7As77izK0lF8hnKGr4QV8Rd_ogq7uMZYiEz5l7u-o8zksYIDBj5SahFv39kJYvesC18utDhqkYL-hogoQKT6pL86FuIm_oL2TtUetmAtk/s1600-h/Owen's+Grade+One+Proof.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzG0dRZttrWqggRf4waQOmdClyCZq-aVu_by7As77izK0lF8hnKGr4QV8Rd_ogq7uMZYiEz5l7u-o8zksYIDBj5SahFv39kJYvesC18utDhqkYL-hogoQKT6pL86FuIm_oL2TtUetmAtk/s320/Owen's+Grade+One+Proof.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417139235144916162" border="0" /></a> to watch the first period, and then gets up early in the morning to go to Leafs.com to check the score and watch the game in six minutes! We hear him at the computer cheering when the Leafs score! Owen's mini stick and ball are usually not very far from him, and if he finds one on his way to do a job, there's no hope of him remembering the job!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-50818778452340411082009-12-19T00:00:00.000-05:002009-12-19T00:00:01.399-05:00Zach is Next!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xztiL-fwvfLxLb1S3WqjgKsF_80cNz9r_N3C2a-PhRsUhjoTJ13IhuSsLKmQaJ3nBCBE2nVaw2ya0wS_kdBgcaK5TE8VtejLlqCDy-oErBrCr217DMauwDIxiYj_dwOWQFeu4Fiabgg/s1600-h/July+2009+%2810%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xztiL-fwvfLxLb1S3WqjgKsF_80cNz9r_N3C2a-PhRsUhjoTJ13IhuSsLKmQaJ3nBCBE2nVaw2ya0wS_kdBgcaK5TE8VtejLlqCDy-oErBrCr217DMauwDIxiYj_dwOWQFeu4Fiabgg/s320/July+2009+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416201457443154402" border="0" /></a>Of the four boys, Zach is the one with the highest energy level. What he tends to do is store it up all day and then release it just before bedtime! Unless his cousin Timera is around, then they both release high amounts of energy!<br /><br />Zach enjoyed swimming lessons this summer, and even jumped off the diving board into the deep end! Not bad for his first year of lessons.<br /><br />Zach also loves to ride on Dad's new toy - more about that one later. His first ride on a four-wheeler he was doing a 'who-hoo' the whole way - I think he loves it. He's always wanting to go top speed - and through lots of mud!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDCboY7ruQusk3mvCKvK2TjhUNyIE8MfCRJC00Zia2aLxJdP-ZkuFWwhO8cro5iMpdU4kUTQKBNXziolbC6tawvuwoWj4VFDpSGVOhML2NzBd730W2o2TZTZmTY-iGLyxwlf1x2SOkiOQ/s1600-h/Oct-2009+%2825%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDCboY7ruQusk3mvCKvK2TjhUNyIE8MfCRJC00Zia2aLxJdP-ZkuFWwhO8cro5iMpdU4kUTQKBNXziolbC6tawvuwoWj4VFDpSGVOhML2NzBd730W2o2TZTZmTY-iGLyxwlf1x2SOkiOQ/s320/Oct-2009+%2825%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416213934281262498" border="0" /></a>Jay's parents recently moved into an 11th floor apartment, so I was explaining to him that we would have to go up the elevator to get to their home. He said he knew how to get to Opa & Oma's: you go to the doctor's office, go in the elevator and push 11. Then you get to their house.<br /><br />Zach enjoys colouring, crafts, and computer games. It keeps him busy on the long afternoons when Owen's not home from school yet, and the other boys are sleeping. He can't wait until he can go to kindergarten in the fall!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-11179165079573911872009-12-17T00:00:00.000-05:002009-12-17T00:00:04.453-05:00Noah's Turn!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-ifaETUXXT4B1F988jgkRU2-4I21zgF5e0RCGEeGLD8P7jmwQvZQwSkQjTW_lv6KNnfPPUo1bjAB6aajmTjID4ZgHreLuLMgghBNBYvW-vlUU-RBeAvVZdsL-2FYy6z9PmOoblZddTs/s1600-h/Just+Noah.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-ifaETUXXT4B1F988jgkRU2-4I21zgF5e0RCGEeGLD8P7jmwQvZQwSkQjTW_lv6KNnfPPUo1bjAB6aajmTjID4ZgHreLuLMgghBNBYvW-vlUU-RBeAvVZdsL-2FYy6z9PmOoblZddTs/s320/Just+Noah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415476971512650434" border="0" /></a>Noah is all of a sudden growing up! He turned two in September, and I noticed on this recent picture that he doesn't have anymore baby look to him! Never mind the fact that he is a tank! He is not a tall boy, but he's big!<br /><br />Noah loves to have fun. He loves flags, hockey, and Cars (he calls Lightning McQueen 'Chow' - I think it's short for 'Kachow'). His latest love is trains. He is very much a boy!<br /><br />Noah is the average two-year old, and is often into things. However, when he pairs up with another two-year old they are trouble!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-57890951801967811982009-12-15T00:00:00.000-05:002009-12-15T08:43:15.151-05:00Blessings of 2009The end of the year is a great time to reflect on the blessings in our lives. So here goes!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwH_HofCZ88zhdwGGrd5LqtwCR5h9Gj04B8zzXSOsvwFt2-iZZ5mGO7xi0sf0x1SWqzBK-VQfu3Ia6UWEVlxeuJwyu7Lr8bisUCixUimBZiDsZfv-8dkxpQfVCxWWD4bJYthQd5tY82E/s1600-h/2009-11+-+Nov+Misc+%2853%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwH_HofCZ88zhdwGGrd5LqtwCR5h9Gj04B8zzXSOsvwFt2-iZZ5mGO7xi0sf0x1SWqzBK-VQfu3Ia6UWEVlxeuJwyu7Lr8bisUCixUimBZiDsZfv-8dkxpQfVCxWWD4bJYthQd5tY82E/s320/2009-11+-+Nov+Misc+%2853%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415451869111080322" border="0" /></a>Here is one of the latest and best pictures of Logan. He is now 3 months old, and is a very content baby. He is sleeping very well overnight, usually doing about 10 hours or so.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcdKDkspMXFIpub8tLElT6YFqBdgDnSC8es3-JSXeqWIxTZS42mMRID_nuc792XrU5hVyx5j6tgLi-Qw_OWJtEdsAp1H0o6ULw-0gNpD3z3B1BA_ecVyn5yJD3l2xKpBG6GtqAKDgaKhE/s1600-h/2009-11+-+Nov+Misc+%2859%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcdKDkspMXFIpub8tLElT6YFqBdgDnSC8es3-JSXeqWIxTZS42mMRID_nuc792XrU5hVyx5j6tgLi-Qw_OWJtEdsAp1H0o6ULw-0gNpD3z3B1BA_ecVyn5yJD3l2xKpBG6GtqAKDgaKhE/s320/2009-11+-+Nov+Misc+%2859%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415451875924385666" border="0" /></a>Logan is taking after Noah and is a thumb-sucker. He only does this in bed, mostly because when he's not in bed he just can't seem to get it into his mouth. It keeps him quite content, and I've often found him in his bed, wide awake, sucking his thumb.<br /><br />He is a quite smiley baby as well, and manages to charm all his brothers. They are quite taken with him. Noah has quite smothered him with love, hugs and kisses (the ones that leave a slobbery mess on Logan's head!). He is also growing like a weed - he's on track to be bigger than Noah, our current tank!<br /><br />So far Logan has no real place to call his own in our house. He sleeps in the bassinet part of the pack and play in the front hallway, his clothes are in Noah's room, and his change table is in our room. All this is because he will be sharing a bedroom with Noah at some point. I was afraid he would be waking Noah up in the middle of the night so I didn't want to put him in there overnight yet. Soon though!<br /><br />Next post: Noah!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-71102080006238495592009-10-15T21:46:00.004-04:002009-10-15T21:51:45.526-04:00He's Growing!So I knew that Logan was feeding well, but sometimes you just never know until you have them weighed. On Wednesday Logan weighed in at 10 lbs, 5 oz - and he's only 4 weeks old. Looks like Noah has some competition!<br /><br />So where does he store it all? He doesn't seem to have lots of chubbiness, but look at those cheeks!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgItPFuDCjEFNAqAjErn1hd4i5ZClxKL56RyoXEcUy7yyR1BShNL7_M8R7vzJjzV1qUtMEcJHb-TxuL0yrkGBlf8q8wLgHQ5vK18nWnz4w8lptqnDgHtKuM-_pUvJp4A3OvvTMX2Uatp8o/s1600-h/Oct+2009+%2817%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgItPFuDCjEFNAqAjErn1hd4i5ZClxKL56RyoXEcUy7yyR1BShNL7_M8R7vzJjzV1qUtMEcJHb-TxuL0yrkGBlf8q8wLgHQ5vK18nWnz4w8lptqnDgHtKuM-_pUvJp4A3OvvTMX2Uatp8o/s320/Oct+2009+%2817%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393008892683170658" border="0" /></a><br />But then when I compare him to Noah, I guess he's not really that big!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXmAt4eEVXj2D_kTnOiQRUp3WTlvdcIKGgxjrxM5pRbOjTlkskscmy5BpHgWjdjQ_EmiH0xQDTyfurt8bXcklmWa9brjzQBNA-Cb9HvwQ-iW9mZR8XW20kaRhE56Uc20XpDQtGpAqMrs/s1600-h/Oct+2009+%2820%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXmAt4eEVXj2D_kTnOiQRUp3WTlvdcIKGgxjrxM5pRbOjTlkskscmy5BpHgWjdjQ_EmiH0xQDTyfurt8bXcklmWa9brjzQBNA-Cb9HvwQ-iW9mZR8XW20kaRhE56Uc20XpDQtGpAqMrs/s320/Oct+2009+%2820%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393009276846523922" border="0" /></a>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-39527905936981733112009-10-14T19:55:00.005-04:002009-10-14T20:04:58.798-04:00Logan's BaptismOn September 27th Logan was baptized. It was a good day and enjoyed with family and friends. He slept well in church, although not as well as his oldest two brothers. At least they woke up for the actual baptism.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVlP7aI0o5cpirSw1fFXKDIRKADR7ZOdv45Bo-eOVdG-VncBcb-8YIqZn0ZbXXEfz55gqFZRfTUux8upsP-lHQ9u0kDmdBzsvz_6ynnkOMC87WSd6dCQaOTIsgqBURBnn3tX-uB92jWuc/s1600-h/Logan's+Baptism+%283%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVlP7aI0o5cpirSw1fFXKDIRKADR7ZOdv45Bo-eOVdG-VncBcb-8YIqZn0ZbXXEfz55gqFZRfTUux8upsP-lHQ9u0kDmdBzsvz_6ynnkOMC87WSd6dCQaOTIsgqBURBnn3tX-uB92jWuc/s320/Logan's+Baptism+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392609047287042498" border="0" /></a><br />An updated family picture, taken quickly before heading to the fellowship hall to enjoy coffee social.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHMc4MkDlL4i7NOZQTmrqE_FLLRQOS_hH1iuzTCD0jUqlJQqVOjLWOPCtmKVv-KQc1UoeAreKRayw30IlzBdGDVjG1WPhSqFVq5me-LAv16Cftg_LUtmJtCAHe04IENNkaEANhH9wQOs/s1600-h/Logan's+Baptism+%2811%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHMc4MkDlL4i7NOZQTmrqE_FLLRQOS_hH1iuzTCD0jUqlJQqVOjLWOPCtmKVv-KQc1UoeAreKRayw30IlzBdGDVjG1WPhSqFVq5me-LAv16Cftg_LUtmJtCAHe04IENNkaEANhH9wQOs/s320/Logan's+Baptism+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392609580691000754" border="0" /></a><br />With Opa and Oma Tenhage. One of Jay's aunts pointed out that Logan would have been Opa Vis' 148th great-grandchild!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDeJGxTeCUJ2elRFzMMtdaNY3HyQSAiG4bUzPt3wlRn-yFGOdwbKgWRhzoRhsZ7fvoaRsqTD6GT5x8Rxa4rTVWynszxmt3Jp_h0xneE-8hL5AlQHUcKBku4O2TbABGy0CJzXiNx_zNVU/s1600-h/Logan's+Baptism+%2813%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDeJGxTeCUJ2elRFzMMtdaNY3HyQSAiG4bUzPt3wlRn-yFGOdwbKgWRhzoRhsZ7fvoaRsqTD6GT5x8Rxa4rTVWynszxmt3Jp_h0xneE-8hL5AlQHUcKBku4O2TbABGy0CJzXiNx_zNVU/s320/Logan's+Baptism+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392609591509816642" border="0" /></a><br />With Grandpa and Grandma VS.<br /><br />We enjoyed supper at the church - thanks to everyone for their help in providing supper and helping clean up.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"The words of promise which the LORD has spoken</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Are purest silver seven times refined.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">His covenant stands from age to age unbroken;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He is our God, in truth and faith enshrined."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Psalm 12:4 Book of Praise</span>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-83659210449704133442009-10-03T21:34:00.004-04:002009-10-03T21:43:06.796-04:00We've Been Blessed!On Monday September 14th we were blessed with the arrival of Logan Matthew. He was 2 weeks early, and weighed 7 lbs, 10 oz. Everything went well (and quickly).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfdpvYP-yK00RGyo97sR0-xF80kdTVrhqPpD3sohIYM6tTjaoySaV3xkrlSXnX0KGM6UFn4KFhCE7OpIJoxbXMYfPPWJeupVRKnjeFfHDamh_A7w8wH1-JF3Wry6C2I2d4T-A7Ozf1eRw/s1600-h/DSCF0078.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfdpvYP-yK00RGyo97sR0-xF80kdTVrhqPpD3sohIYM6tTjaoySaV3xkrlSXnX0KGM6UFn4KFhCE7OpIJoxbXMYfPPWJeupVRKnjeFfHDamh_A7w8wH1-JF3Wry6C2I2d4T-A7Ozf1eRw/s320/DSCF0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388552556360390290" border="0" /></a><br />After 2 days in the hospital, we were all ready to come home. Logan is settling in nicely, and is treating Mom quite well.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKdEGSU_CJ8Ly_YLQSzLImzhR5YF6X7roGj0ehP4LDGEsND8tAIba0dgR8Et77Cc2JxYi9rlAznlQR1SIhW5DbPNnEQSeHk8aa7ScIIaS98Dnwvg_x_XeZUB3cIFGhhLyFY-p0T_nsMM/s1600-h/DSCF0081.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKdEGSU_CJ8Ly_YLQSzLImzhR5YF6X7roGj0ehP4LDGEsND8tAIba0dgR8Et77Cc2JxYi9rlAznlQR1SIhW5DbPNnEQSeHk8aa7ScIIaS98Dnwvg_x_XeZUB3cIFGhhLyFY-p0T_nsMM/s320/DSCF0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388553457084366466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"The Lord has done great things for us..." </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ps 126:3a</span><br /></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-39698469967754077312009-06-17T09:58:00.003-04:002009-06-17T10:05:31.888-04:00Summer's HereThere's a new family that moved in just around the corner, and the boys are just loving it. They asked several times in the first week after Jeff & Annette moved if we could just drive them over to play with Levi and Timera. I thought parents didn't become taxis until the kids were older!<br /><br />Levi, Timera and Davis were here for part of a day. Here's my method of keeping six Tenhages quiet. No, this didn't last all morning! They did quite a bit of playing as well.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex1n72ZohcrjLmlOCkBHa6gkIDL9uTvfXtGOdnJhks_nlZoAPY5r3jmkhL8UO-0Cblr_tmm58lZjAJypmeQgbAQo4xwjSxLKlXbrGiF0HcCvGVR5OzSqU7VlQjb_Av8PnlcJb7yVqQ_c/s1600-h/May+28-09+%281%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex1n72ZohcrjLmlOCkBHa6gkIDL9uTvfXtGOdnJhks_nlZoAPY5r3jmkhL8UO-0Cblr_tmm58lZjAJypmeQgbAQo4xwjSxLKlXbrGiF0HcCvGVR5OzSqU7VlQjb_Av8PnlcJb7yVqQ_c/s320/May+28-09+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348296133921166450" border="0" /></a><br />The boys are always up for a rousing game of Hop on Pop! Noah is in there like a dirty shirt. Anytime someone is on the floor, he's all over them! I think the boys won this one!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXfPD1zu_5aYZZtJkXvi9P-tt23hpNYJrULzZ0cuP__U2aDZQqpsEo9ikmMPpozB16HUqMS_7w2OklVbPhjpk_WMgGVTNvUPI0GFZp2U8m-L7C1deGK6xfVHOG4QF6KtaXnJoxStZojgQ/s1600-h/DSCF0213.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXfPD1zu_5aYZZtJkXvi9P-tt23hpNYJrULzZ0cuP__U2aDZQqpsEo9ikmMPpozB16HUqMS_7w2OklVbPhjpk_WMgGVTNvUPI0GFZp2U8m-L7C1deGK6xfVHOG4QF6KtaXnJoxStZojgQ/s320/DSCF0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348296129660741042" border="0" /></a><br />And one picture for Grandpa! Noah's first try at a popsicle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22iIHk7QuztIYSPsFbfWbSOil99pCnQ6xOOMkM0LZLBDGW6IRhUG00eRutHR_ZtxMCps3TuOm0d0j3x9goDbJheEFGUDQLf3Jfnlguusif4sctmRbJJvxYFfBcILTo4j-oeXOTrDiET4/s1600-h/DSCF0120.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22iIHk7QuztIYSPsFbfWbSOil99pCnQ6xOOMkM0LZLBDGW6IRhUG00eRutHR_ZtxMCps3TuOm0d0j3x9goDbJheEFGUDQLf3Jfnlguusif4sctmRbJJvxYFfBcILTo4j-oeXOTrDiET4/s320/DSCF0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348296125937826002" border="0" /></a>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-41059753888562041332009-06-17T09:53:00.002-04:002009-06-17T09:57:07.339-04:00Any Resemblance?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQlv_mbOcIFsbi7so0ax2j8qV1sCjVhehHMhM7S2YzjGxmroZWwyEwCmhD7kkqbTvlG_nEgD0DIxZwoc4D2DqO66-oe_1_cTVaSm9lMjl-RUIF45WB_7BTjD5DmUxPWOPi4jIL9ENuWQw/s1600-h/2006-09-17-2+-+Altered.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQlv_mbOcIFsbi7so0ax2j8qV1sCjVhehHMhM7S2YzjGxmroZWwyEwCmhD7kkqbTvlG_nEgD0DIxZwoc4D2DqO66-oe_1_cTVaSm9lMjl-RUIF45WB_7BTjD5DmUxPWOPi4jIL9ENuWQw/s320/2006-09-17-2+-+Altered.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348294701770750546" border="0" /></a><br />Owen & Zach, September 2006<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcVysi0NRPQMRebEloFqAWsn_TyO9qs8AGqV0zs_wtffj1-9msIu9coLprqnxsq0omxt_kRRUMYZreSWK-qoBwc0WewDF7gwPlRedXiiO2nIrDuKypkl5JAXo47VI168AqqNtQM8A_Q6w/s1600-h/DSCF0032.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcVysi0NRPQMRebEloFqAWsn_TyO9qs8AGqV0zs_wtffj1-9msIu9coLprqnxsq0omxt_kRRUMYZreSWK-qoBwc0WewDF7gwPlRedXiiO2nIrDuKypkl5JAXo47VI168AqqNtQM8A_Q6w/s320/DSCF0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348295003370563970" border="0" /></a><br />Zach & Noah, April 2009Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-24954303725094039382009-06-17T09:38:00.006-04:002009-06-17T09:46:08.143-04:00It's Time for An Update!I've been told it's time to update things here! There's more that's been going on than just a baby growing!<br /><br />Let me head back to November and update from there.<br /><br />At the end of November, we headed down to the Dominican Republic for some R&R to celebrate our 10 year anniversary. We went with 2 other couples who were also celebrating the same thing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwD7n9xcncIil6cJo2ogoosh95Qeti0yzJFtMUSJAAG_PeviAZedQUTwX21TyOCf0_nORWi5CEivl6T7eiRIzle4UCIO9s-A5DksHdiQe9OZUOa4t1gSsR9Ycdo0rQ53fMbCaobQvWZ4E/s1600-h/DSC07525.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwD7n9xcncIil6cJo2ogoosh95Qeti0yzJFtMUSJAAG_PeviAZedQUTwX21TyOCf0_nORWi5CEivl6T7eiRIzle4UCIO9s-A5DksHdiQe9OZUOa4t1gSsR9Ycdo0rQ53fMbCaobQvWZ4E/s320/DSC07525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348291480292237874" border="0" /></a><br />We stayed at the Occidental Grand Punta Cana. We had beautiful weather - only about 10 minutes of rain, which turned into sunshine very shortly after.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEfj5K94y6WahS7gNRYjw84NbcpKiU_bqqEqxtcksTjv_tJlYkzsZY9Wz8SLroNAP4A2H5Zuxw1_V4nVWV5M6tJJBSvKr6KejxEvDHKhX2UZEejc3MDetgL2yKRHWt-cKRsfuGwKouBsI/s1600-h/6+-+Poolside.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEfj5K94y6WahS7gNRYjw84NbcpKiU_bqqEqxtcksTjv_tJlYkzsZY9Wz8SLroNAP4A2H5Zuxw1_V4nVWV5M6tJJBSvKr6KejxEvDHKhX2UZEejc3MDetgL2yKRHWt-cKRsfuGwKouBsI/s320/6+-+Poolside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348291899909384018" border="0" /></a><br />We had a great time relaxing, and enjoyed a day out on an excursion discovering the countryside. Thanks to those who looked after the boys for us. It was greatly appreciated!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-40022232121107328642009-03-14T09:30:00.003-04:002009-03-15T12:27:06.506-04:00Noah's TurnIt's Noah's turn to announce...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYK_yhYKwzqEgwe2OgQbDhQlP_20nz-JSSe9cSZlOqRJDuJkt6bAPyl2rwD9X8v5fnZ_Z-SmBLUPso0jkqA0saEAYpjc_RdElNlcw8-BwZb8MipH0rJAG14fHNgaVR_5ITfGhSNUr9ZIQ/s1600-h/DSCF0068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313035869781001378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYK_yhYKwzqEgwe2OgQbDhQlP_20nz-JSSe9cSZlOqRJDuJkt6bAPyl2rwD9X8v5fnZ_Z-SmBLUPso0jkqA0saEAYpjc_RdElNlcw8-BwZb8MipH0rJAG14fHNgaVR_5ITfGhSNUr9ZIQ/s320/DSCF0068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Due date is September 30th.Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-41864354383856629612008-12-24T23:46:00.002-05:002008-12-24T23:52:22.636-05:00Season's Greetings<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>"Suddenly a great company of the heavly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, 'Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom His favour rests.' "</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Luke 2:13, 14</em></span></div><br />Just a quick note to wish you all a wonderful Christmas Day as we remember the birth of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. May you have a safe and happy holiday season, and God's continued blessings in 2009!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283584818666538722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkf22PGJEDnLbYQFnseC2lNZoGpz5FUe47TwMIfnwHOpj3FG80evY_qgO-HTfFkGQnzFAkKfuXIUoC5tPP6p5-AoxkeeveM4o4d7VDca3P2-bDdewYuCnuOJ_25nXu9Sx0SfB0gPuTOwY/s320/DSCF02.JPG" border="0" /><br />The boys are trying out their new pjs that Santa (actually Mom) made for them<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkf22PGJEDnLbYQFnseC2lNZoGpz5FUe47TwMIfnwHOpj3FG80evY_qgO-HTfFkGQnzFAkKfuXIUoC5tPP6p5-AoxkeeveM4o4d7VDca3P2-bDdewYuCnuOJ_25nXu9Sx0SfB0gPuTOwY/s1600-h/DSCF02.JPG">.</a>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-91362969540335441372008-12-24T07:25:00.004-05:002008-12-24T07:31:43.391-05:00Our new backyard furniture<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZHKm9_EhGV3SYdSGElMWRCpEmE1Ajif520XVJK7fc8SB6n1A_IoEE__XwjsWerCS2oIyZedqek78Q4klW74zswmXILp_PkovUTCPc496CrfaWBtH4o3xliP4gU1gZjQ8fyrwPyaX_Ow/s1600-h/DSCF0013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283331836822149570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZHKm9_EhGV3SYdSGElMWRCpEmE1Ajif520XVJK7fc8SB6n1A_IoEE__XwjsWerCS2oIyZedqek78Q4klW74zswmXILp_PkovUTCPc496CrfaWBtH4o3xliP4gU1gZjQ8fyrwPyaX_Ow/s320/DSCF0013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This past fall I found an ad in the paper for a wooden playground set, and they were only asking $100. Jay and I went to look at it. It was in good shape mostly, and I convinced Jay to get it for the boys. It was a real pain to get it out of the backyard that it was in, load it into a big truck, and bring it to our house. Thanks to the guys for helping us with it. It wasn't that heavy was it?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLkwDIAMe66j7Ne3xlp6RQ61q0aqrgaR3tC1U-TrEpWZLkCx6XQZx4DBHkkajukztHDjGZl1emhse3EVKW7vp7qMUBdugCBgsk3HrGX_AOwJ8KgHICP3kjlFbt5JoPmXPO87qOEn_eH6A/s1600-h/DSCF0015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283332627097138546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLkwDIAMe66j7Ne3xlp6RQ61q0aqrgaR3tC1U-TrEpWZLkCx6XQZx4DBHkkajukztHDjGZl1emhse3EVKW7vp7qMUBdugCBgsk3HrGX_AOwJ8KgHICP3kjlFbt5JoPmXPO87qOEn_eH6A/s320/DSCF0015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The boys use it often. You should see how fast their dump trucks go flying down the slide!<br /><br /><br /><p></p>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-64143863274304236412008-12-24T07:19:00.002-05:002008-12-24T07:23:18.889-05:00Mom, can I lick off the beater?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11PsTBbhUx6v84-4F385M0UyHUFua112_-_7WrR6z7C7MTDXgLdB3lqS77DO7emiFPzL8LlydmSBDLbClZDknZlj1v0cglNl0yS6ftYSOcihcNINvqhqum16x_JGTk6Pqll7qDp-bwJY/s1600-h/DSCF0018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283330577289171666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11PsTBbhUx6v84-4F385M0UyHUFua112_-_7WrR6z7C7MTDXgLdB3lqS77DO7emiFPzL8LlydmSBDLbClZDknZlj1v0cglNl0yS6ftYSOcihcNINvqhqum16x_JGTk6Pqll7qDp-bwJY/s320/DSCF0018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Remember when you were a kid and Mom would bake? We would always want to lick off the beaters. It always seemed like Mom had to pretty much clean them off before we got to lick them clean.<br /><br />Owen and Zach enjoy this too. And I guess I've turned into a Mom as well, because I almost clean the beater off before they get to lick it clean. And the boys complain about it just like Ian and I use to!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-73879294682946035782008-12-24T07:03:00.007-05:002008-12-24T23:53:16.067-05:00UNO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi25y3UKXKxuM6qihRDzIsY4eyFEES6_v7FIkuwA3fQCWFcPtpAp7zC2WO1VcIYiZfjkOu0cgZ3mBgyZyxSBlBE3HDeAO_b98YBJtDEr3DA9Wh729AYmeP53Ch0nIfN2SwsHjA-JUgyB5o/s1600-h/DSCF0009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283326558209135298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi25y3UKXKxuM6qihRDzIsY4eyFEES6_v7FIkuwA3fQCWFcPtpAp7zC2WO1VcIYiZfjkOu0cgZ3mBgyZyxSBlBE3HDeAO_b98YBJtDEr3DA9Wh729AYmeP53Ch0nIfN2SwsHjA-JUgyB5o/s320/DSCF0009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Owen received <a href="http://thehouseofcards.com/retail/uno.html"><span style="color:#000066;">UNO</span></a> for his birthday, and is very much enjoying it. He likes to play against Jay and I, and is often the winner. He gets so excited playing, and has lots of fun using the pick up 2 cards and especially the pick up 4 cards. He's even at the point where he'll trick people by holding his last two cards on top of each other so that when someone tries to catch him not saying UNO, he just grins and shows that there's another card.<br /><br />When Zach and Owen stayed at Grandma and Grandpa's house at the end of November, they would play UNO at coffee time in the afternoon. 4:00 is UNO time!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-74027196853595989382008-12-08T16:43:00.004-05:002008-12-24T07:24:04.479-05:00From the Mouths of Babes (or Boys)Last night we were away for supper. I was trying to keep Noah content by sharing my soup with him, while trying to convince Owen he had to eat his soup. He said he didn't like the tomatoes in his bowl.<br /><br />I said to him that I didn't always like everything in my bowl either but I still ate it. Owen just looked at me with big eyes and said "No you don't, you just give it to Noah!!".<br /><br />Stinker. He got out of eating his soup.<br /><br />PS - Sorry Jess. Tomatoes are not Owen's favourite. Cooked carrots are not my favourite either - but Noah did like them ;)Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-75022423358404508582008-12-06T08:25:00.008-05:002008-12-06T09:27:57.741-05:00It's About Time......that I update! We've been busy, but then who hasn't?? <div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIdzfLANsl4a-aImIxSdAU4eHexlnNrBDMtfoGH51k6JrcNVDf-YSuqXKcvr-21TGvIhA_nAxnoj_Rv4rHwjudONB_SXBhbOCC_MEg5F-LbgY01_7m0goWXKoy5EjCA0BnFn877ECWcM/s1600-h/Add+to+blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276669264878216162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIdzfLANsl4a-aImIxSdAU4eHexlnNrBDMtfoGH51k6JrcNVDf-YSuqXKcvr-21TGvIhA_nAxnoj_Rv4rHwjudONB_SXBhbOCC_MEg5F-LbgY01_7m0goWXKoy5EjCA0BnFn877ECWcM/s320/Add+to+blog.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Owen started Kindergarten this fall, and is thoroughly enjoying it. Now he is forever writing things down, which involves much "Mom, how do you spell...?". His report card was great (he's only failing calculus!!) </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisUcyfN0ttnqtBNmJyMBqZfOQerLL2e0lky_ew28sDpB1vNVPi_OQ2EybVkKNYFuju2L-aDENmbmW4XPi_REM__H9Obnh4i2Re9lOe9Tot5iUHwFE40Qo58f3bPFP94nI5_uBKFJNEdGs/s1600-h/Add+to+blog+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276673313777457842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisUcyfN0ttnqtBNmJyMBqZfOQerLL2e0lky_ew28sDpB1vNVPi_OQ2EybVkKNYFuju2L-aDENmbmW4XPi_REM__H9Obnh4i2Re9lOe9Tot5iUHwFE40Qo58f3bPFP94nI5_uBKFJNEdGs/s320/Add+to+blog+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Owen and his class (and several of us Moms) went on a trip to the pumpkin patch. Here's Owen picking out his own pumpkin to take home. </div><div></div><br /><div>Zach doesn't mind at all that Owen goes off to school. I think he enjoys having Mom and Noah all to himself for the day. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cf5If8PxQ2hqYRs3W0_82OzZ68FVjf7A5mKjBKQWFtqywNnnR4K5_ZZYH2ldNVGpqfKxThVBnkSVo8QOEZJG8_NoqJaJqicd_G0NnYj13HoRjyWs6rY8BmrS1d8TXLOqCgEnU-9ifmo/s1600-h/DSCF0196.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276674215077927714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cf5If8PxQ2hqYRs3W0_82OzZ68FVjf7A5mKjBKQWFtqywNnnR4K5_ZZYH2ldNVGpqfKxThVBnkSVo8QOEZJG8_NoqJaJqicd_G0NnYj13HoRjyWs6rY8BmrS1d8TXLOqCgEnU-9ifmo/s320/DSCF0196.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />In September we hosted Jay's work BBQ. Perfect opportunity for a pig roast! It was a rainy day, so the guys pulled the roaster into the gazebo. They got the coals nice and hot - and we almost lost the gazebo because of a spark finding a bird's nest. What a funny sight to see three guys scrambling to put the fire out!! It all turned out well and we ended up with this:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjga-ciYtvrx6BZLUxAw9xUVP0lnLnS-wuAWEjhdvgHAizVipiAGHbEZWk0mrmd_VbsgBV-nyPDIrcAK_OC8IAfLqC0zPlwaKE3m-5B-jLKzSv_BUHqsPVcnEj0YeXk_64RvoGWb3w9eq0/s1600-h/DSCF0210.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276677077604340850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjga-ciYtvrx6BZLUxAw9xUVP0lnLnS-wuAWEjhdvgHAizVipiAGHbEZWk0mrmd_VbsgBV-nyPDIrcAK_OC8IAfLqC0zPlwaKE3m-5B-jLKzSv_BUHqsPVcnEj0YeXk_64RvoGWb3w9eq0/s320/DSCF0210.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Noah turned one (already!!) this fall. Here's a messy shot for you Grandpa! Enjoying his birthday (cup)cake. He just picked it up and sucked on it until it was gone. </div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9pxQSLBpp0i9O8zyQD7vAK3rsS2TT3vnQuXa4u1APlRUHjipGBfuEVszb9R2bx6RLOkHhvEEPOiuGwJ_8b3fDZxe231BIQn-2TT8q50d8tm-nrhjeOtg7a5EiblWpTDaZRXRLlfpR1o/s1600-h/Add+to+blog+(3).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276683235940776002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9pxQSLBpp0i9O8zyQD7vAK3rsS2TT3vnQuXa4u1APlRUHjipGBfuEVszb9R2bx6RLOkHhvEEPOiuGwJ_8b3fDZxe231BIQn-2TT8q50d8tm-nrhjeOtg7a5EiblWpTDaZRXRLlfpR1o/s320/Add+to+blog+(3).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>I'll do another post soon - with pics from our trip to Punta Cana!<br /><div></div></div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-47567785097800278042008-11-11T20:58:00.002-05:002008-11-11T20:59:23.613-05:00We have no more Dial-up!!High speed came to our house today! It's about time. I'll be posting a lot more now, but not right now.<br /><br />ttyl...LtLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-45289029492106876792008-06-06T20:15:00.010-04:002008-06-06T20:39:22.667-04:00Spring has sprung...I guess it's time to update my blog! The last picture shows lots of snow, and today is is very hot and humid. It's about time for an update.<br /><br />It's been interesting seeing what plants are coming up in our gardens this year. So far there are not too many surprises; there are also lots of weeds. Our lilac bushes bloomed very nicely this year. Too bad the lilacs don't last very long inside.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuGFNFRW2lwpHptLU8Sfb0PF_B3VUZ0D8rWA2oAHhaGASczGF6voYFfJsZxyR39CbaceEvBJ5ZqK4VIiO7TZ9cE6hNkYR7DFGPbo2Cc84p3yCQwGbhDpSP3EtqjuP36FD-GLpRkOTT3-g/s1600-h/DSCF0146.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208927596720391378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuGFNFRW2lwpHptLU8Sfb0PF_B3VUZ0D8rWA2oAHhaGASczGF6voYFfJsZxyR39CbaceEvBJ5ZqK4VIiO7TZ9cE6hNkYR7DFGPbo2Cc84p3yCQwGbhDpSP3EtqjuP36FD-GLpRkOTT3-g/s320/DSCF0146.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpPU4X9_JXXb1Dwx4G-Ku-ZS5nl5fsSsIenAS3UotuXYHYkCaCLxEpP7u0ilcJx8wjiSob2oovdNw61_Ishe_6czkcKfE6bEZkW2CJeyJ9PZC6Biq4OsR4AQKIe_ckri1RIJ5lagUmy8/s1600-h/DSCF0138.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208927634905309778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpPU4X9_JXXb1Dwx4G-Ku-ZS5nl5fsSsIenAS3UotuXYHYkCaCLxEpP7u0ilcJx8wjiSob2oovdNw61_Ishe_6czkcKfE6bEZkW2CJeyJ9PZC6Biq4OsR4AQKIe_ckri1RIJ5lagUmy8/s320/DSCF0138.JPG" border="0" /></a>We went for a hike around the fields the other night. We found a large patch of trilliums blooming in the trees. There were pink ones too.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKG9dT9B5VlKK_weJkHl-R9gA5HwWREU6_H0WY5USy7mjx7i0DDPQZzSYs5-BgX0-bIo_2ZuvaA_Xn7Loih2hOynJB6u4O38UEeyht0TjClnjMaKl8TBkmlYhMBcl86HcqX8jV98yQXhY/s1600-h/DSCF0132.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208928100174641250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKG9dT9B5VlKK_weJkHl-R9gA5HwWREU6_H0WY5USy7mjx7i0DDPQZzSYs5-BgX0-bIo_2ZuvaA_Xn7Loih2hOynJB6u4O38UEeyht0TjClnjMaKl8TBkmlYhMBcl86HcqX8jV98yQXhY/s320/DSCF0132.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Very pretty!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbcKQvPQQSPWRsOlN1Yqnnximw8ayZ4cSYPTeBshi1AbiMJKq9tAO0m36hjZLSZHnplcAMtdXM3AuyXcXBV9VHzGwukI7C1afFnNOCLzWlguaIg6-0WHyG69ONgqbuQFn5LksH_xGRSQ/s1600-h/DSCF0136.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208928109643403282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbcKQvPQQSPWRsOlN1Yqnnximw8ayZ4cSYPTeBshi1AbiMJKq9tAO0m36hjZLSZHnplcAMtdXM3AuyXcXBV9VHzGwukI7C1afFnNOCLzWlguaIg6-0WHyG69ONgqbuQFn5LksH_xGRSQ/s320/DSCF0136.JPG" border="0" /></a>Noah didn't last the whole hike. He had a good nap though.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTum_PImnjIFHn6zCtbAzNiMvw-4DJJI3W4fMSatud-tUARtPsB3wAABc7xDVYm5NGyQ8_oJBKaOVNvVB-R0hLLqTJWYcujfjOaub44wSb-9JqJj7akjN-VSVJ6Bwb6SD2uoIoCka9_pg/s1600-h/DSCF0066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208927619473544322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTum_PImnjIFHn6zCtbAzNiMvw-4DJJI3W4fMSatud-tUARtPsB3wAABc7xDVYm5NGyQ8_oJBKaOVNvVB-R0hLLqTJWYcujfjOaub44wSb-9JqJj7akjN-VSVJ6Bwb6SD2uoIoCka9_pg/s320/DSCF0066.JPG" border="0" /></a>The boys are enjoying the outdoors. They didn't even want to leave their bikes for a snack.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-_okStK62-W5V_Pl7qHJbl3U9N2kOAPBI88JofqwOPftboh6eyqnuyWIBWcxIL08Sdsy6F65vYVwjjz3dBohmQhqCdqhQR-mlvnc_HNusr_Fw9s5UNuC-6DP1JxRT9sg_4drt1ni3UtY/s1600-h/DSCF0113.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208927609454208482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-_okStK62-W5V_Pl7qHJbl3U9N2kOAPBI88JofqwOPftboh6eyqnuyWIBWcxIL08Sdsy6F65vYVwjjz3dBohmQhqCdqhQR-mlvnc_HNusr_Fw9s5UNuC-6DP1JxRT9sg_4drt1ni3UtY/s320/DSCF0113.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We went camping on the May long weekend in Belwood. Who's bright idea was that? Actually it's more like how dumb are we to fall for it again! We woke up Monday morning to snow - actual blizzard like-conditions! It didn't stop Jay from going in the hot tub.<br /><br />We did have a good time, even though it was quite cold and windy. Next time it's down south I think. No one's falling for snow again next time!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgElLMV8bvJyLJ_fHw0Q55KaARouTJW4FXDqdGLrnZ3cthyphenhyphenpjHsL0Fas1V6wKbUnRSZpHWqx1ChobBhlftlWyksjwLQdB7tqYvpVzr58H90plso4FwGlQFgk8wihf_CLKfImf0dQYeQHr8/s1600-h/DSCF0049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208927624890708578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgElLMV8bvJyLJ_fHw0Q55KaARouTJW4FXDqdGLrnZ3cthyphenhyphenpjHsL0Fas1V6wKbUnRSZpHWqx1ChobBhlftlWyksjwLQdB7tqYvpVzr58H90plso4FwGlQFgk8wihf_CLKfImf0dQYeQHr8/s320/DSCF0049.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Noah is growing bigger. He's getting a little chunky now. He is getting up on all fours, but has yet to make next step and crawl now.<br /><br /><br />PS - I'm not sure what's up with all these extra spaces. I'll have to figure it out later.Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-35000158307543143252008-02-09T15:10:00.001-05:002008-02-09T22:46:12.357-05:00Yes, we're still alive!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6fiv-c1fFx4hB5iEn4uaTurM3vcpqUUutgcKY5MkJnoh-IZw3JvwT-joy9eFnPtZ-0BAVlPTuFvY7G2JVwdRNEXbd6MEWg-PIPO5ohNdjbu3yyqM0xY8ZM_byeY1FRz-r07PrbhEt1jM/s1600-h/DSCF0125.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165087184173302178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6fiv-c1fFx4hB5iEn4uaTurM3vcpqUUutgcKY5MkJnoh-IZw3JvwT-joy9eFnPtZ-0BAVlPTuFvY7G2JVwdRNEXbd6MEWg-PIPO5ohNdjbu3yyqM0xY8ZM_byeY1FRz-r07PrbhEt1jM/s320/DSCF0125.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Winter has arrived! We are in a snow, melt, and then snow some more cycle. Here's a picture of the backyard around sunrise. The snow was sitting on everything, including the bird feeder.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGnuX_BcUKQafnUibtxXobG1kFnzRWv1F4R8igmn8xZQ2F9k2nc4ha0TOSjYQ1kKZckxcs3MctwbBh9NAHQ-M9k7m5MLVV-eOl3TZb7S7rMVVc6ap_dWyKkXPa1EYb-WThzT_FA1x3FI/s1600-h/DSCF0036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165080273570922786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGnuX_BcUKQafnUibtxXobG1kFnzRWv1F4R8igmn8xZQ2F9k2nc4ha0TOSjYQ1kKZckxcs3MctwbBh9NAHQ-M9k7m5MLVV-eOl3TZb7S7rMVVc6ap_dWyKkXPa1EYb-WThzT_FA1x3FI/s320/DSCF0036.JPG" border="0" /></a> We are still around and keeping busy these days. Here are a few highlights of the last few months.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>On Christmas Eve Day, we went skating with some of Jay's family, and then had a pizza party at our house - lots of people, lots of pizza! Owen skated with Jay, but he didn't really enjoy it. That will come, we hope. Zach skated on his boots, and enjoyed that just fine.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJWlbv1khUvh6XIJF7Ekz0cV7lX7WK06inOOfRZJcwebgrMbD90mDvWd972Vqjsxs2sNnZuQ7h0BirnCjRaGcx6l2nKo4WujEfRzIV_4Ww1j_FSiMwIDNbQySj77GC80Kz6wqJ5XaExnc/s1600-h/DSCF0081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165080505499156786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJWlbv1khUvh6XIJF7Ekz0cV7lX7WK06inOOfRZJcwebgrMbD90mDvWd972Vqjsxs2sNnZuQ7h0BirnCjRaGcx6l2nKo4WujEfRzIV_4Ww1j_FSiMwIDNbQySj77GC80Kz6wqJ5XaExnc/s320/DSCF0081.JPG" border="0" /></a>The boys enjoyed some extra Dad-time, since Jay had some holidays around Christmas.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1E_GmZHeROB_bUfPp4OC4pi99lTh1LdDXuwJY5JNUXIgvzUDv5weH4zjf24Jv5N7vb8ULehA5zW8h_oZViKaTSziYrxx3F02qGTgEE5DWR997iuf0LclChsEgQ9QPX2D_GGlfpqpLWQ/s1600-h/DSCF0099.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165081145449283906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1E_GmZHeROB_bUfPp4OC4pi99lTh1LdDXuwJY5JNUXIgvzUDv5weH4zjf24Jv5N7vb8ULehA5zW8h_oZViKaTSziYrxx3F02qGTgEE5DWR997iuf0LclChsEgQ9QPX2D_GGlfpqpLWQ/s320/DSCF0099.JPG" border="0" /></a>Santa also made a visit one night while we were in bed. The boys had been wondering how he would know where we lived. They thought maybe their presents would end up at the old house and Uncle Ian would have to bring them over. We assured him that Daddy had emailed Santa that we'd moved. Then they wondered how he would get in the house since we don't have a chimney.</div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqTM0-7OZ5VFQivP9A-IU-oZYAqDaxYQy3Y_qMsNq_xYK3_yUtRIZC8hQp93xGepsmsa4jRMin4cDcK9XIGphmKlkvlQf-UpJqSMzGSrBYZqCT_Y91mXPVvpKHO_NDkNufdXsR75V4KE/s1600-h/DSCF0103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165082313680388434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqTM0-7OZ5VFQivP9A-IU-oZYAqDaxYQy3Y_qMsNq_xYK3_yUtRIZC8hQp93xGepsmsa4jRMin4cDcK9XIGphmKlkvlQf-UpJqSMzGSrBYZqCT_Y91mXPVvpKHO_NDkNufdXsR75V4KE/s320/DSCF0103.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The morning after he came, we told the boys to go check under the tree. We heard Owen say "What? He did get in!" They couldn't figure out how, but after they saw some presents, they didn't really care how he got in. The boys enjoyed their gifts (which included these puzzles), and couldn't wait for Noah to get up so he could open, I mean they could open his gifts. Noah was thrilled with them, can't you tell?</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4fjNn3U-X25IHTA_oXstrMSwR58M82frlIM5XCEzND1zR-SRYuMyZPUDO1rdjllWpgQF9VZsNHnpVN_Gb8HmptJGT1RfvuTrJswu1H_tWgkmDgtbt_HwVpuoZ5LQla5YTBqlsr_2MtTc/s1600-h/DSCF0174.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165083653710184802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4fjNn3U-X25IHTA_oXstrMSwR58M82frlIM5XCEzND1zR-SRYuMyZPUDO1rdjllWpgQF9VZsNHnpVN_Gb8HmptJGT1RfvuTrJswu1H_tWgkmDgtbt_HwVpuoZ5LQla5YTBqlsr_2MtTc/s320/DSCF0174.JPG" border="0" /></a>Noah is still quite a content little guy, and is settling into a nice routine. He is willing to smile for anyone that gives him attention. His latest weigh-in put him over 13 lbs, so we're not at all worried that he's suffering. He's sleeping quite long nights, but still needs/wants a feed in the middle of the night at times.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnDBZbsqJRfJOljIH_KqWMvlcaB-WgmpT5Y_mfNe2qaTuy39wKCd3tH7_ok4iAKgYuGJiIH7WFaak_KCT7b2HuqRUbLu-BTRJbUKUf56aQDyL9u5N8VkWhDTndy2j2v0O8JcpiYpCnZ8/s1600-h/DSCF0187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165083971537764722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnDBZbsqJRfJOljIH_KqWMvlcaB-WgmpT5Y_mfNe2qaTuy39wKCd3tH7_ok4iAKgYuGJiIH7WFaak_KCT7b2HuqRUbLu-BTRJbUKUf56aQDyL9u5N8VkWhDTndy2j2v0O8JcpiYpCnZ8/s320/DSCF0187.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /><div><br />He is surviving his brothers; yes, they have learned to be gentle. What a bunch of trouble!<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Enjoy! Talk to you later...Linda</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>PS - I almost forgot - Happy Hockey Day in Canada. The Leafs are winning 1-0 right now.<br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-32210478887222645332007-12-09T19:49:00.000-05:002007-12-09T19:55:31.246-05:00Lego and Sweaters by Oma<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtOWu6XtikzRPKjakj8dSZbfRAmRfw-oDjX2mRGm4bQLJHNHLMptjz8aM_tCFfpl-3m2Qreq_OJFd9Cp5gc3mC6_IVTqd35QzTolAwdfvEm-ofsXVpUM2RecfW5klKM-7qg4MRmd41MNU/s1600-h/DSCF0030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142140481304520178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtOWu6XtikzRPKjakj8dSZbfRAmRfw-oDjX2mRGm4bQLJHNHLMptjz8aM_tCFfpl-3m2Qreq_OJFd9Cp5gc3mC6_IVTqd35QzTolAwdfvEm-ofsXVpUM2RecfW5klKM-7qg4MRmd41MNU/s320/DSCF0030.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Owen and Zach got the lego out this week and have been having so much fun with it. The only problem is that they don't know how to make very many things. They find a picture in their lego book, and bring it to Mom to make it for them. I've had lots of fun with it!</p><p>I took a picture of the boys with their lego cars this afternoon. They were wearing sweaters Oma had made. Sorry, I forgot to take it with me so I could post it today.</p><p>I did take this picture of Noah along though! He's really starting to look less and less like a newborn these days. Enjoy!</p>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-79831907449982108462007-11-27T10:48:00.000-05:002007-11-27T11:02:08.333-05:00He's Getting Chubby!Just a quick update, mostly because I told Grandma I'd let her know the status on her 'Golden Grandchild'. I had Noah at the doctor's yesterday, and he is 11 lbs, 14 oz. I figured he was getting up there since he's got quite chubby legs. He's heavier than the other two were at this age.<br /><br />Noah also had his two month needle yesterday. He didn't mind the first one, but he really let the nurse know that he didn't appreciate the second needle. It didn't last long, and he was soon happy.<br /><br />ttyl...Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674227313863979674.post-1558138048669786152007-11-14T17:08:00.000-05:002007-11-14T17:13:24.903-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs32tXY6aHfXuJJQy04OeAV6JiBtv5rq0eyDMe7SjlFGLAFMpcI4gGdZPMUw9A_hcJoAhPyJYgCtn2RwLroIFzf_2wtQ-b6qjvHePK_wPQadRqq7zO_m3aAro0wrbGsceFjLb10p8mmu4/s1600-h/DSCF0010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132822580511147154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs32tXY6aHfXuJJQy04OeAV6JiBtv5rq0eyDMe7SjlFGLAFMpcI4gGdZPMUw9A_hcJoAhPyJYgCtn2RwLroIFzf_2wtQ-b6qjvHePK_wPQadRqq7zO_m3aAro0wrbGsceFjLb10p8mmu4/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Just a quick post to show everyone Noah's smile. He is now 7 1/2 weeks old, and is getting pretty good at smiling.<br /><br />If anyone feels the need to see his smile in real life, please don't hesitate to drop by!</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086008971379109337noreply@blogger.com2