tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943188028972721472024-03-13T06:44:35.496-07:00Marlane & Co.Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-27812046122532605532009-04-16T14:20:00.000-07:002009-04-16T14:21:21.403-07:00Raising butterfliesTyler got a butterfly habitat for Christmas, but I think I was the most fascinated watching them grow.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1NdbFepI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pq7c4yvpSO4/s1600-h/IMG_3993.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1NdbFepI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pq7c4yvpSO4/s320/IMG_3993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320357777649269394" /></a>First we got the teeny, tiny catterpillars, that you could hardly see.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1NFcda3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/YCr0ex4KRgk/s1600-h/IMG_3942.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1NFcda3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/YCr0ex4KRgk/s320/IMG_3942.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320357771212581746" /></a>Only a week and a half later, they were big and fat!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1Mlawy_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/mOw0jyZQHs8/s1600-h/IMG_3952.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1Mlawy_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/mOw0jyZQHs8/s320/IMG_3952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320357762615528434" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1Ml51CQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ENa5-uVcPZ8/s1600-h/IMG_3966.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1Ml51CQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ENa5-uVcPZ8/s320/IMG_3966.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320357762745829634" /></a>Shortly after that, they made their cocoons.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1MA7swJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RaN_JXbZcEE/s1600-h/IMG_3994.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1MA7swJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RaN_JXbZcEE/s320/IMG_3994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320357752821563538" /></a>And shortly after that, we had these bright orange butterflies! I have never seen anything grow and change so fast!Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-91916691908143429792009-04-13T00:10:00.000-07:002009-04-13T15:36:27.524-07:00NY, NYLast fall, Russ and I took a trip to the Big Apple for a work event. It was short, but great. We stayed at Times Square, saw Hairspray, shopped, and wandered around.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4aO7CCRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ewULTEAnxL0/s1600-h/IMG_3499.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4aO7CCRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ewULTEAnxL0/s320/IMG_3499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320361295629912338" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">We headed to the Murrow Awards where Russ accepted an award for KTAR. Sitting near us were Katie Couric, Solidad O'brien, Tim Russert's family, Lara Logan, Bob Woodruff, etc.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4aO18s5I/AAAAAAAAAYY/_vReB5sdpbA/s1600-h/IMG_3464.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4aO18s5I/AAAAAAAAAYY/_vReB5sdpbA/s320/IMG_3464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320361295608591250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ahhh, real dessert. Why doesn't Phoenix have real desserts? It seems like we have to be in a coastal state to get this stuff.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4Zlg4SxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/i82xEZnWtYI/s1600-h/IMG_3507.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4Zlg4SxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/i82xEZnWtYI/s320/IMG_3507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320361284514368274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Met<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4ZVNu_aI/AAAAAAAAAYI/AGs0j5GQUrs/s1600-h/IMG_3428.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4ZVNu_aI/AAAAAAAAAYI/AGs0j5GQUrs/s320/IMG_3428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320361280139099554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The empty Duck Tour- it was fun, anyway. JJ was in NY for business, so he met us for half the day.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4Y7SAZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Dtl0THzdWO0/s1600-h/IMG_3445.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4Y7SAZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Dtl0THzdWO0/s320/IMG_3445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320361273177696194" /></a>I wanted to see how the temple squeezed into NYC, and it did very well. I was disappointed the church above the temple was closed- I wanted to take a wander around. <br /><br /></div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-41649197744885148432009-04-07T21:22:00.001-07:002009-04-07T22:07:14.291-07:00Tyler First Baseball Game<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4nEmPZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MMhNd1lyTbU/s1600-h/IMG_4909.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4nEmPZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MMhNd1lyTbU/s200/IMG_4909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322182608764157330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4lWnSHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Cs5IokFkneU/s1600-h/IMG_5022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4lWnSHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Cs5IokFkneU/s200/IMG_5022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322182608302852210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4XMhoaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9SX7hd-BDMI/s1600-h/IMG_5038.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4XMhoaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9SX7hd-BDMI/s200/IMG_5038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322182604502442402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4NaoG8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/2oX0bJR_ASg/s1600-h/IMG_4858.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4NaoG8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/2oX0bJR_ASg/s200/IMG_4858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322182601877232578" /></a>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-33406278550023872302009-04-07T21:00:00.000-07:002009-04-07T21:02:04.615-07:00Train Park<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxC4yr-WI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_rElqmoy_24/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxC4yr-WI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_rElqmoy_24/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320353197970946402" /></a>Over spring break, we met Grammy at the Scottsdale Train Park for a picnic and a couple train rides.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxC5_lXbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7ElOAJ0aAII/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxC5_lXbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7ElOAJ0aAII/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320353198293474738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxChP0zCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/SecIdAYkui4/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxChP0zCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/SecIdAYkui4/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320353191650708514" /></a>This picture is a little blurry, but I love Camden's face at the beginning of the ride...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxCiRxEcI/AAAAAAAAAW4/g7I38zqHMvE/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxCiRxEcI/AAAAAAAAAW4/g7I38zqHMvE/s320/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320353191927288258" /></a>the next time around, he looked like this. <div>While Tyler sits the carousel out, Makenna loves it. When we went to the zoo a couple days later, she could hardly look at the animals, just waiting for her next carousel ride.</div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-17532348918468322702009-04-02T16:06:00.000-07:002009-04-02T23:22:24.532-07:00a quieter dayThe last couple weeks have been so crazy busy!! Today has been a light schedule, and I'm TIRED! Hence the blog catching up- an excuse to sit on my couch and still feel like I'm doing something! Here is some random stuff that deserves to be posted.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWpftls3mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YiR3zKEAdj8/s1600-h/IMG_2746.JPG"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWpftls3mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YiR3zKEAdj8/s320/IMG_2746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320344897086873186" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>This is me on some glassy Powell waters last summer. Russ threw together one of his little videos of our trip. If you are not family or Jen H., you might be pretty bored, though. For the interested, <a href="http://gallery.me.com/russ.hill#100200">click here</a>.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH9AvpHvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AvS6B1Yv5HI/s1600-h/IMG_3958.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH9AvpHvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AvS6B1Yv5HI/s320/IMG_3958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237648305528562" /></a><div>The other day, Camden was mad that I told him he had to take a bath, so he buried his head in the closet. I couldn't get him to come out, so I just hopped in the shower. I could hear him crying the whole time, so I just stayed in my nice, hot shower. He finally stopped crying, and I got out to find him sound asleep. I covered his legs with a blanket, and he woke up like this 2 hours later (with carpet lint embedded in his face.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH89AOxyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/OZd96PzCN6c/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH89AOxyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/OZd96PzCN6c/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237647301363490" /></a>Russ and I took a quick trip to LA with the Phoenix Suns. We had a great time- stayed at the Beverly Hills Wilshire on Rodeo Dr., had dinner with the Suns' owner and coach, ate well, and went to the Lakers game. Russ made a quick video of this event, too. He was trying to be discreet with his camera, so there's a lot of video of my backside- so sorry. But if you are interested,<a href="http://gallery.me.com/russ.hill#100212"> here's the link</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH8s52q5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Qk_FW-vsH6s/s1600-h/IMG_4005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH8s52q5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Qk_FW-vsH6s/s320/IMG_4005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237642979650450" /></a>Can you tell we like our pool a lot? I couldn't get in this nice, toasty spa with the kids this time because I am 14 weeks pregnant!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH8bbDmfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q3ExQFT9ZUo/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH8bbDmfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q3ExQFT9ZUo/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237638287071730" /></a>Hanging in the suite at US Airways for High School Musical on Ice! Fun times!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH8UfGndI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DTYG6Vt8u0c/s1600-h/IMG_3886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH8UfGndI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DTYG6Vt8u0c/s320/IMG_3886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237636424998354" /></a>Camden's hand-me-down from the next-door neighbors (who take great care of their toys!) Camden's put a LOT of miles on this already.</div></div></div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-5675975081440314052009-04-02T15:28:00.000-07:002009-04-02T16:05:57.371-07:00Wildlife Zoo and AquariumOver spring break, we took the kids to the Wildlife Zoo and Aquarium. We had so much fun! The kids loved it, especially the aquarium. And Camden especially loved the "Diego birds" and "Baby Jaguar."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVALj1WA6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/_MktfnDuKMs/s1600-h/IMG_4267.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVALj1WA6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/_MktfnDuKMs/s320/IMG_4267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320229102149829538" /></a>No, I don't know why Tyler sat himself in the stroller- I do know that those were terrible snowcones and they were $3 each!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVALRsgbpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XkuVnXLxXuc/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVALRsgbpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XkuVnXLxXuc/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320229097280925330" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVALbW0bAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dXj8EVTf0e0/s1600-h/IMG_4023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVALbW0bAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dXj8EVTf0e0/s320/IMG_4023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320229099874315266" /></a>My favorite thing about this picture is that behind Camden, you can see Tyler's one apprehensive finger dangling above the water.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVAK1N-G2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/BEdOcEDBONI/s1600-h/IMG_4252.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVAK1N-G2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/BEdOcEDBONI/s320/IMG_4252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320229089636653922" /></a><div><div><br /></div><div>Russ likes to put short videos together from our little pocket camera, so if you want to see more about our zoo day, you can click <a href="http://gallery.me.com/russ.hill#100231">here for part 1</a>, and <a href="http://gallery.me.com/russ.hill#100243">here for part 2</a>. It takes a minute to load, so if you don't care what's at the park or you're not my mother, you'll probably want to pass. We did get some really great pictures of the animals, and some cute footage of the kids.</div></div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-81348524003308276822009-04-02T15:11:00.000-07:002009-04-03T06:57:20.882-07:00All I want for Christmas...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU7g5dEs3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6DEg0eXqO1w/s1600-h/IMG_4785.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU7g5dEs3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6DEg0eXqO1w/s320/IMG_4785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320223971172725618" /></a><br />Last Sunday, Tyler finally lost one of his top front teeth. He was getting ready for church in his usual manner- EXTREMELY SLOW. So Russ went in and ripped his pj shirt off his head, which caught on his tooth, and it was out! So then it took even longer to get him ready for church...<div><br /></div><div>Monday, I forgot to take his picture, and Tues. came. We were at a friend's house on Tues., and he fell down a ramp in the backyard. Pop-out came the other front tooth! He's left with a black hole and no new teeth in sight, a slight lisp, and inability to bite into all the foods I usually put in his lunch.</div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-32538937410009749002009-04-02T11:19:00.000-07:002009-04-02T15:06:41.054-07:00April Fools DayThe morning of April 1st, we woke up with a rooster right outside our bedroom windows- crowing before 6am, just like he should.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU1XffWwAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/EEb1vBTi4Bc/s1600-h/IMG_4801.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU1XffWwAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/EEb1vBTi4Bc/s320/IMG_4801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320217212514385922" /></a><div><div><br />He came with a note attached, and we knew exactly who he came from.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU1XLJekZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GApxxt6kunY/s1600-h/IMG_4794.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU1XLJekZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GApxxt6kunY/s320/IMG_4794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320217207053914514" /></a><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So to show them what we thought of that rooster, we set him and his cage out in the front yard with a new sign that said, "Bulk Trash."<br /></div><div><div>(We actually just wanted some attention...)</div><div><br /></div><div>Because this is what we really did with that rooster!<br /><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz6YNVhz45jxM1iSbnssefzNtJ-NDPexIzlIb7fCakqdXEmMAG9C-gBTB5QwLOmTB52IknKOAfmFNEwEuEBNA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>(No animals were really hurt, except for maybe this poor chicken that Russ bought from a chinese market.)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-13238156500963863302009-02-18T11:51:00.000-08:002009-02-22T19:30:53.889-08:00The After Christmas Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoTe3iJWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QqjfUOes0_w/s1600-h/IMG_3911.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoTe3iJWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QqjfUOes0_w/s320/IMG_3911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304229145048393058" /></a>Yah- that's a banana holder. Russ is always trying to mess with the kids, but I really don't know if he knew what that was at first.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoTCajoUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UFK5nLI0CKE/s1600-h/IMG_3920.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoTCajoUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UFK5nLI0CKE/s320/IMG_3920.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304229137410662722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoSqjdYqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TJBHilEHQAM/s1600-h/IMG_3932.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoSqjdYqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TJBHilEHQAM/s320/IMG_3932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304229131005551266" /></a>Oh wait- that wasn't for Camden...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoSZUSdNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/HFzqk1NnqKk/s1600-h/IMG_3928.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoSZUSdNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/HFzqk1NnqKk/s320/IMG_3928.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304229126378517714" /></a>I thought we were going to Texas the day after Christmas, so we didn't ship gifts, and Russ's parents didn't ship gifts. I thought we would have a second Christmas at their place. Well, we didn't end up going to Texas. So Russ's parents sent a large package that we opened after Russ got home from work one day. It was fun to have a second Christmas! I sent their gifts late, too- I hope they got there by Valentine's Day...Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-15135258207281925762009-02-18T11:47:00.000-08:002009-02-18T13:54:30.666-08:00New Year's Eve<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxmmbsuScI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oUIz_4MmIWU/s1600-h/IMG_3875.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxmmbsuScI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oUIz_4MmIWU/s320/IMG_3875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304227271592004034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxmll41utI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1fx54WtJsm0/s1600-h/IMG_3844.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxmll41utI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1fx54WtJsm0/s320/IMG_3844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304227257147308754" /></a>On New Year's Eve,<div>in the backyard,</div><div>with marshmallows and Martinelli's</div><div><br /></div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-42925345441204982272009-02-18T11:42:00.000-08:002009-02-18T13:58:06.932-08:00Temple LightsI don't know why I haven't been into blogging lately. Maybe Facebook is too easy...<div>or maybe I'm just lazy.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here goes some posts of what are now old pictures....</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxk9uOE4mI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/yjAEhIzf3yo/s1600-h/IMG_3821.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxk9uOE4mI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/yjAEhIzf3yo/s320/IMG_3821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304225472677470818" /></a>Trip to the temple lights-- AFTER Christmas. And we'll do it the same way next year, too.Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-23463877101848868332009-01-13T14:31:00.000-08:002009-01-13T22:42:48.816-08:00Fun CompanyJust before Christmas, our good friends, JJ and Christy, and their 4 girls came to stay with us for a couple days. The kids all piled in one room, and stayed up until the wee hours. They also set their alarm for 5am so they could get up and "talk"- I didn't know that talking was so cool at this age! I guess they couldn't get enough of each other.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BKSYZjnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RTT7V-OSxI8/s1600-h/IMG_3644.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BKSYZjnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RTT7V-OSxI8/s320/IMG_3644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291027150963052146" /></a><div><div>I only have 4 barstools, but everyone wanted to eat breakfast together, so they just squished in!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BJx5wCVI/AAAAAAAAATw/gDWUXv9oUrc/s1600-h/IMG_3650.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BJx5wCVI/AAAAAAAAATw/gDWUXv9oUrc/s1600-h/IMG_3650.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BJx5wCVI/AAAAAAAAATw/gDWUXv9oUrc/s320/IMG_3650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291027142244567378" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">When I went jogging early in the morning , I asked Russ to listen for the little ones. When I got back, this is how I found them- the 7 of them all squished together again. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BJmedgDI/AAAAAAAAATo/EhjdJyI4PVs/s1600-h/IMG_3648.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BJmedgDI/AAAAAAAAATo/EhjdJyI4PVs/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291027139177316402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And this is how I found Russ.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">By the end of the visit, our kids weren't so inseparable anymore. I would describe my kids as highly sleep-deprived! It's a good thing they had so much fun before they lost it.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-4094731907601184762009-01-08T21:24:00.000-08:002009-01-08T21:37:13.985-08:00Christmas Additions<span><span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWbf_524ltI/AAAAAAAAATI/sfXfwdY0_yg/s1600-h/IMG_3780.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">My kids have surprised me. We've never had pets, but they are taking very good care of their new Christmas gifts--<br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWbf_524ltI/AAAAAAAAATI/sfXfwdY0_yg/s320/IMG_3780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289161101349000914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tyler's "Hermit"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWbf_rs4dFI/AAAAAAAAATA/ksstZ696lGU/s1600-h/IMG_3784.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWbf_rs4dFI/AAAAAAAAATA/ksstZ696lGU/s320/IMG_3784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289161097548952658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Makenna's "Purple Butter"</div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-59926775061344067002009-01-05T21:16:00.000-08:002009-01-05T21:16:00.221-08:00My Favorite Christmas Picture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWLPQNVqeoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6DwNqW1b2TY/s1600-h/IMG_3665.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWLPQNVqeoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6DwNqW1b2TY/s320/IMG_3665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288016789851765378" /></a><br />On Christmas Eve, we let the kids pick one gift to open before they went to bed. I was very happy they chose to open gifts from each other!Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-35672095404870610612008-12-22T15:30:00.000-08:002008-12-22T14:33:10.063-08:00Fun night with friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx_ch8WCiI/AAAAAAAAARo/GgNJ0mQKg4Q/s1600-h/IMG_3592.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx_ch8WCiI/AAAAAAAAARo/GgNJ0mQKg4Q/s320/IMG_3592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281736591123286562" /></a>I have known Christine since high school. I've known Karen since shortly after birth. My best friends are the ones I've had for a long, long time. Love you guys, and so glad we got to play!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx_cJkeWII/AAAAAAAAARg/MohmwddOFoo/s1600-h/IMG_3597.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx_cJkeWII/AAAAAAAAARg/MohmwddOFoo/s320/IMG_3597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281736584580716674" /></a><div><br />And how lucky that our kids love each other, too! They spent the whole night rocking out to Rock Band. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx_b8a6ZII/AAAAAAAAARY/AkAA5VnONsM/s1600-h/IMG_3601.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx_b8a6ZII/AAAAAAAAARY/AkAA5VnONsM/s320/IMG_3601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281736581050950786" /></a><br /></div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-55077969145196045272008-12-20T22:00:00.000-08:002008-12-20T22:00:02.940-08:00After dinner...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUyBsS-AOMI/AAAAAAAAASA/MtYBuDdp33M/s1600-h/IMG_3629.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUyBsS-AOMI/AAAAAAAAASA/MtYBuDdp33M/s320/IMG_3629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281739061004875970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUyBsMxgWaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/yDXbSBUI7z8/s1600-h/IMG_3634.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUyBsMxgWaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/yDXbSBUI7z8/s320/IMG_3634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281739059341842850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUyBrkPh5zI/AAAAAAAAARw/9vC_TrwpxVk/s1600-h/IMG_3636.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUyBrkPh5zI/AAAAAAAAARw/9vC_TrwpxVk/s320/IMG_3636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281739048461920050" /></a><br />A Sunday night with Grammy and Grandpa- Tyler playing Christmas songs for us, Grammy helping Makenna make a foam gingerbread house, and Grandpa playing games and puzzles. I wish we had more nights like this.Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-89261369743682439702008-12-19T20:41:00.001-08:002008-12-20T12:09:23.818-08:00Former Christmases<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx7q7u1YPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NcJPkv_OGxg/s1600-h/P1010232.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx7q7u1YPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NcJPkv_OGxg/s320/P1010232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281732440517599474" /></a><br />This is how Tyler spent his Christmas when he was Camden's age. Russ and I lived in Utah for 8 years. I wish I could have this snow for the week of Christmas, and then it could go away. :)Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-3933346253404605132008-12-19T19:57:00.000-08:002008-12-19T20:30:11.011-08:00Arizona winter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUxzAEatCRI/AAAAAAAAARI/y8uzg79jfDc/s1600-h/IMG_3609.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUxzAEatCRI/AAAAAAAAARI/y8uzg79jfDc/s320/IMG_3609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281722908021688594" /></a>This is how my kids have spent every Saturday since Thanksgiving-- The ice cream man comes while the neighborhood kids are all playing at the park. Tyler runs in to get his money. He buys himself and Makenna a watermelon pop (it even has chocolate chips in it to look like seeds.) I love the weather, but it definitely doesn't feel like Christmas.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUxySf3qbVI/AAAAAAAAARA/qyMbG72KqaA/s1600-h/IMG_3640.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUxySf3qbVI/AAAAAAAAARA/qyMbG72KqaA/s320/IMG_3640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281722125116927314" /></a>Finally, this week, it felt like winter! I'm so happy the neighbors were playing in the backyard with sweatshirts because the park was too wet. It almost really feels like Christmas!!Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-8915876821198621212008-12-17T22:50:00.000-08:002008-12-17T22:57:34.061-08:00Santa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUn0GCkWm6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NAZ286GN_Bc/s1600-h/Makenna+with+santa.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUn0GCkWm6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NAZ286GN_Bc/s320/Makenna+with+santa.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281020422674357154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUn0Fpp9LhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LroZ-r-7e-o/s1600-h/Tyler+with+santa.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUn0Fpp9LhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LroZ-r-7e-o/s320/Tyler+with+santa.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281020415986970130" /></a><br />These pics are from our ward party. I can't help but laugh at how typical these pictures are of my kids. Makenna has her "I'm happy, but nervous" smile on. Tyler thinks he's too cool to actually sit on Santa's lap. And Camden is, of course, scared of Santa.Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-35035776616967998682008-12-17T21:10:00.000-08:002008-12-17T22:58:32.167-08:00Makenna's b-day<div style="text-align: center;">Before Christmas is really here, I have to do a little more backtracking. Makenna turned 5 a few days after school started- yeah, like 4 months ago. That was a hard week for me, so the birthday party Makenna and I talked about never happened. And the party that did happen never got posted. So 4 months later, here it is.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I told Makenna she could take one friend to Build-A-Bear since we didn't plan a party. She had so much fun and it was the easiest planning I've ever done! And, of course, she had to have a bear cake, right? I actually made this cake all by myself! It wasn't perfect, but pretty good for me. Thanks Rachel for teaching me how to do cakes!</div><div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STIhQYHkY7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8RguTC6pSwo/s1600-h/IMG_3277.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STIhQYHkY7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8RguTC6pSwo/s320/IMG_3277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274314678840091570" /></a><br /></div><div>I love this picture of Makenna. She was sooo happy to get this "Tink" necklace that I paid like $2.50 for.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STIhPwPAgSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/h9lYlTlDYmQ/s1600-h/IMG_3237.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STIhPwPAgSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/h9lYlTlDYmQ/s320/IMG_3237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274314668133876002" /></a><br /></div><div>Makenna and Brielle both picked a pink tye-dye-ish bear-- they had to have the same one. My picky personality really wanted them to get a cute tan bear or a white bear. When they were sold on pink, I tried to tell them they had to pick pink clothes so it would match. But Makenna was totally thrilled with her pink Tinkerbell bear. Yes, I'm a little too anal about these things. The girls were perfectly happy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STIhPp8VWBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ibTNRBkidBA/s1600-h/IMG_3287.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STIhPp8VWBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ibTNRBkidBA/s320/IMG_3287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274314666444937234" /></a><br /></div></div></div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-71825012385570981642008-12-15T22:15:00.000-08:002008-12-15T21:16:25.910-08:00Thankful #4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUc5KZq8OSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Uy9yoiHaW4k/s1600-h/Graduation1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUc5KZq8OSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Uy9yoiHaW4k/s320/Graduation1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280251938967664930" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I have felt overwhelmed by my disorganized and dirty house recently, so I've been complaining to my mom a lot. Well my mom started complaining back a little, asking me how I got to be so "anal-retentive." She said I didn't use to be like that. Then she reminded me of some of my past experiences.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The morning of my BYU graduation, I slept through my alarm. I woke up to my roommates alarm, and her graduation was 2 and 1/2 hours after mine! My graduation started in 15 minutes. I had borrowed Russ's car (he was my fiancee of like 1 week,) but there was no way I had time to park on campus. So I called Russ who was waiting for my family to pick him up and told him to pick me up, too. But I told him to I was going to be so late that I said let's just forget it and go to breakfast instead. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">When my parents picked me up, I had slick hair, no make-up, and I was wearing the clothes that were on my floor from the day before. The whole time in the car, I told my parents and Russ I wasn't going, I was too late, let's just go to breakfast. My parents dropped me off anyway, Russ shoved me out of the car, and dragged me into the Marriott Center. I was still saying let's just go to breakfast. Because of Russ's job (a news reporter,) he knew how to get around all the back halls and elevators in the Marriott Center that most of us aren't suppose to be using. So he got me where I needed to be, and I entered the main floor of the building following behind the "Z"s. I ended up sitting in a row completely by myself, and then had to try to alphabetize myself in front of the crowd as people's names were called. Shortly after that, it was my turn, my name was called, and I got my diploma. And then my parents could breathe again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">After graduation, I told my parents that this was the perfect ending to my college career. This was how I made it through college. Every day, every paper, every test happened by the skin of my teeth.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">So today, I am grateful for time to improve. Somewhere between graduation and now, I decided I didn't like stressing at the last minute, I didn't like living in a dirty apartment, and I didn't like looking like a slovenly dressed, sleep-deprived college student (another story that mortified my mother.) I am grateful that I have been able to change those things over time. You may call it "anal-retentive", but I like it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I am thankful for something else, too. I am thankful that Russ still wanted to marry me after that little episode of craziness, and that he knew I would have been sad if I'd missed my graduation. And I'm always thankful for the little perks Russ gets. He seems to always be able to get me into the back door, the front parking spot, or one of the best seats in the house. Love you Russ!</span></span></div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-57703863483805411532008-11-30T21:10:00.001-08:002008-11-30T21:37:49.532-08:00Thankful #3Today I'm feeling thankful that my kids make me smile and laugh. Camden has snuggled with me all day today- my favorite thing ever. Makenna has covered me with blankets every time I sat down. And Tyler wanted to sit and practice a duet with me on the piano instead of playing on the computer. Tyler and Makenna are often fighting like crazy, so I soak it up when they are sweet and unknowingly funny.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STNymsUOdAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cgnXWimI8gk/s1600-h/IMG_3119_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STNymsUOdAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cgnXWimI8gk/s320/IMG_3119_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274685597637571586" /></a><div>I took this picture on the first day of school. One of my favorite things about Tyler and Makenna is the way they adore Camden. Camden was way loaded up with hugs and kisses on the first day of school.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STNymQQd6fI/AAAAAAAAAMw/LInu9g0eF0E/s1600-h/IMG_3297.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STNymQQd6fI/AAAAAAAAAMw/LInu9g0eF0E/s320/IMG_3297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274685590105614834" /></a>We spend almost the whole summer in the backyard together. I love the water, so I love that my kids love it, too. The goggles alone make me giggle!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STNyl-xQrlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/K52HoGGo4kw/s1600-h/IMG_3397.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STNyl-xQrlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/K52HoGGo4kw/s320/IMG_3397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274685585411321426" /></a>I've posted before about Makenna's knack of putting creatures to bed in every spot in the house. This one, right by the front door, gave me a good laugh when I walked past it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank goodness for all the chuckles my kids give me. They keep me sane and happy!<br /><br /></div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-9835292718470618812008-11-18T12:50:00.000-08:002008-11-18T12:55:10.342-08:00Thankful #2<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Today I am thankful to feel a million times better than yesterday! I am drugged up on Tylenol and Advil with no loopy side effects! Yay!</span>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-77615287929867780032008-11-17T19:15:00.001-08:002008-11-17T20:39:33.479-08:00In the spirit of Thanksgiving<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">First, I'll tell you about the last few days for me- really yucky ones. And then I want to tell you what I'm so thankful for. If you want to skip my long story, you can skip the first paragraph and get right to the thankful part... Still too much? Just skip to the last paragraph.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">On Thursday, I finally went to my first O.B. appt., only to find out that our baby did not have a heartbeat. On Friday morning (the day I would have been 13 weeks), I had to be at the hospital at 5:30am for a D and C. On Saturday I was feeling pretty good. I did a few loads of laundry, some dishes, you know the basic stuff. Now I realize, that was all stuff I should not have done. Saturday night, I hardly slept. My body ached and on top of that, I was getting a horrible sore throat. So Sunday morning, I popped some Advil, and headed to church. Half way through church, I decided my bones were going to explode and I was way too weepy, so</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I left early. With my dress and jewelry still on, I curled up in my bed, and tried to sleep. By Sunday night, I was miserable and bailed on my stake meeting, even though I knew Julie was stressed about getting everything done for it. Sunday night was another sleepless night with aches and a really, insanely sore throat. So Monday morning, I sent Russ to fill my prescription- the one I was sure I wasn't going to need. So I took one percocet. I guess I don't take enough meds because this threw me into cloud land. I just wanted it to wear off because I'd rather be in pain, than feel like I was going to faint. It finally started to wear off around 6pm. Now I'm still trying to decide if I should take a half a percocet or take several Advil before I go to bed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">So right now, I am thankful for lots of people. My mom (who lucky for me, got home from Utah the night before) spent the night Thursday and got my kids off to school. Andrea watched my kids -twice, once was for the entire day. Gayla brought me dinner even though her family wasn't going to be home to eat it, and her house was crazy with scouts. Russ's co-workers sent me flowers and fruit because they like Russ, and Russ only tells them the good stuff about me. Kamesha happily took both of my carpool days, even though I already owed her. Carrie dropped off Taco Bell one afternoon and a Jamba one night even though she was sick, too. Renae dropped off some dinner on her way to Urgent care for her sinus infection. Belle dropped off warm soup because I told her I was too delirious to bring Tyler to piano. Shelly dropped off cute Thanksgiving cookies, because I told her we already had a meal coming. Amberly tried really hard to talk me into a dinner, and Angela tried to get me to accept a lunch. I'm hoping for a better day tomorrow. I'm planning to take care of my own kids and make my own dinner! (or at least reheat leftovers by myself?)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I am so thankful for good friends. I am thankful for good people who look out for other people. I am thankful to have so many good people around me. I am thankful to have friends. I am seriously thankful for each one of you (unless you are a strange blog stocker that I've never met!) I feel like I have so many people around me that are always doing something nice for someone else. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Thank you for being so nice! I am grateful!</span></div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-21246198885329588882008-11-16T17:19:00.000-08:002008-11-16T18:55:11.964-08:00Lake PowellOkay, so time for more backtracking to the summer. We left Camden with grammy and the rest of us headed to Lake Powell- our first time on a houseboat. And we can't wait for a second time. The weather was perfect, the scenery was perfect, the water was glass, and we felt like we had the lake to ourselves.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDYPxGHLmI/AAAAAAAAALI/3DDpkiieNBE/s1600-h/IMG_2487.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDYPxGHLmI/AAAAAAAAALI/3DDpkiieNBE/s320/IMG_2487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269449329412091490" /></a>Makenna spent most of her time in the houseboat. She said she was afraid she was going to fall off. And she thought the speed boat went too fast. But she had fun anyway.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDYPOPFl-I/AAAAAAAAALA/dO46_LjOmZ8/s1600-h/IMG_2431.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDYPOPFl-I/AAAAAAAAALA/dO46_LjOmZ8/s320/IMG_2431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269449320054495202" /></a>Our first toys- proving to be expensive toys...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDYO0GaR3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/dc3RMJjCq7Q/s1600-h/IMG_2335.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDYO0GaR3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/dc3RMJjCq7Q/s320/IMG_2335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269449313038780274" /></a>Makenna and Tyler were thrilled when a snake slithered through their castle, and a lizard used the castle's swimming pool for a little drink.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDI-Kvcz-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/uRgt2BJIhaw/s1600-h/IMG_2737.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDI-Kvcz-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/uRgt2BJIhaw/s320/IMG_2737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269432534384300002" /></a>My first time behind a boat in many, many years.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDI92t7iCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/s8SBmhLYFEg/s1600-h/IMG_2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDI92t7iCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/s8SBmhLYFEg/s320/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269432529009215522" /></a>Russ's first time ever behind a boat. It didn't take too long for him to get up on the wakeboard. But he was too tired to try a ski by then.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDI9e6pLuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1ZcEyioh3Wo/s1600-h/IMG_2450.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDI9e6pLuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1ZcEyioh3Wo/s320/IMG_2450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269432522620088034" /></a>Tyler's favorite part of the houseboat- the water slide. He also loved riding in the boat and tubing behind it.<br /><br /><div><br /></div>Marlanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101noreply@blogger.com3