tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62150806391410986332024-02-19T07:47:13.132-06:00Ansley's in ArkansasAnyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-25767981788277809252014-02-05T14:49:00.000-06:002014-02-05T20:49:48.481-06:00The story of Eli's skinIt's been 2 1/2 years since all of this happened. But, honestly anytime I tell the story it stirs up the emotions all over again.<br />
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Eli was 3 1/2 months old when he started to develop a rash on his elbows. At first it was just red, irritated skin on his elbows. It was the beginning of June and I just figured he was having trouble with the heat. It was a HOT summer.<br />
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I was serving in our church VBS program and several other moms seemed concerned about how bad his skin was looking. It had started to weep and ooze. So, I took him to the pediatrician. They diagnosed him with eczema. In my gut I knew it wasn't eczema, but I didn't have any other ideas. I slathered his skin in Aquaphor and continued to use only scent free and dye free soaps and detergents.<br />
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Fast forward a few weeks to Eli's 4 month well visit. His skin is still not looking good, but the pediatrician still says its eczema and to give it some time. Again, I didn't think this was eczema, but I'm clueless and I am trying anything I can to get his skin to look better.<br />
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I vented my concerns on Facebook about his eczema and so many friends offered advice and home remedies. We tried countless options. Coconut oil, tea tree oil, some Arbonne product, oatmeal baths, bathing more often, bathing less frequently...NOTHING worked. My poor baby and I were stuck inside because the heat would make it worse. I would have to peel Eli's pajamas from his skin each morning.<br />
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I was getting desperate.<br />
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This is what his poor skin looked like. That's his skin weeping. Both elbows, and his calves. I know it's a graphic photo, but this was our reality for nearly 2 months.<br />
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Later in the summer we made an evening trip to the Children's Mercy ER in Kansas City. We had been to the pediatrician earlier in the week and Eli had developed a staph infection on his elbows. After a few days his skin was not looking any better, so our pediatric nurse urged me to take him to Children's Mercy. 2 doctors looked and him and said, this is just a really bad case of eczema. SERIOUSLY???? My sister in law was with me that night and I just started crying after the first doctor said the "E" word. She and I both knew that's not what we were dealing with. I insisted another Doctor look at him. I felt almost disrespectful to the first doctor, but I just knew he was wrong.<br />
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I left that hospital defeated and with a prescription for a high powered steroid cream. I went to the local compounding pharmacy to have this special concoction mixed. When I picked it up, the pharmacist asked again if this was for my infant. I said, "yes". He looked me directly in the eye and said, "Please be careful with this medication. It's a very potent steroid."<br />
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We only tried it for a few days before I decided there was no way I was gonna keep putting this on my child's skin. I couldn't shake the serious tone in the pharmacists voice.<br />
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I had no idea that this post on Facebook would finally help us find the answer to why his skin was in such bad shape. I've already made this a long story, so why stop now. A friend commented that a girl I went to college with had the same issue with her child's skin, and it was his car seat that was causing the trouble. Within 30 minutes I had "friended" her on Facebook, and she sent me pics of her child's skin and told me which car seat they had. WE HAD THE EXACT SAME CAR SEAT! I immediately started crying. She called me and shared her story of how they discovered what was causing his horrible rash. It was crazy how similar our stories were. She said that they switched car seat and within 10 days her son's skin cleared up.<br />
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We did the same. We put Eli in a different car seat and his skin started improving drastically within days.<br />
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This is his skin 10 days after switching car seats. We believe his skin was having a chemical reaction to toxic chemicals in the fabric of his car seat.<br />
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Just a few weeks later the local news station did a report on toxic chemicals found in car seats. I contacted the investigative reporter with our story and he they did a story on us. I wanted to share our journey, because maybe...just maybe we could help someone else.<br />
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We did. Since our story aired, I've been contacted by 5 different moms who found our story online and their child had the same rash, from the same car seat. (My name is pretty unique, so it's easy to find me on Facebook.)<br />
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Here is a link to our story. You can watch the video or read the story. <a href="http://www.kshb.com/dpp/news/health/lee's-summit-mom-says-son's-painful-rash-healed-after-facebook-friend-suggested-switching-car-seats">NBC Action News Story</a><br />
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This has been a much longer post than I anticipated, but I want to remember the details. It was an extraordinarily difficult time for me as a mom, and I'm forever grateful to my family and friends who believed me that this wasn't eczema. It was so scary. I'm so thankful God placed the right people in my path at the right time so we could figure it out.Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-20751438777085841752013-06-10T19:32:00.000-05:002013-06-10T19:34:40.760-05:00quick tip for a clean carI've been teased by many people for being a bit "obsessive" about keeping my vehicle clean. In fact my neighbor used to tease that she could eat off the floor of my van. :)<br />
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Here are the 3 things I do to keep it clean<br />
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1. Keep trash out<br />
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<li>I keep a plastic grocery bag in the car at all times to stash the trash. Empty it when it's full and every time you fill up the car with gas.</li>
<li>Take the extra 15 seconds to remove all fast food litter when you get home.</li>
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2. Keep "stuff" from accumulating in the car that doesn't belong<br />
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<li>I keep a small reusable bag in the car to toss in those toys, socks, hats, etc. </li>
<li>Take the bag inside when you get home so your car doesn't become a closet</li>
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3. Clean up a mess the day it happens.<br />
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<li>Invest in a small hand held vacuum. Clean up the cheerios mess when you get home. It will take just a minute but save you from cleaning up crumbs ground into your carpet in a few weeks.</li>
<li>Keep a pack of baby wipes in the car. These are great for wiping up spilled drinks and for wiping down a dusty dashboard.</li>
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Hope these tips help! Remember your car is your most expensive investment (besides your home). Keeping it clean is important for resale.<br />
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*I know I need to add photos to these posts to make them much more interesting. However, I still need to decide whether or not I'm gonna keep up with this whole thing.Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-27633810314640225682013-06-07T14:26:00.000-05:002013-06-07T14:26:17.520-05:00sorry SamIf you know me you know its no secret that I don't really care too much for Walmart. So of course we would move to NWA where Walmart's home office is located. Yeah, it's been quite an adjustment for me. When we lived in the KC metro I did most of our grocery shopping at Costco, Super Target, or Hyvee. In the 2 years that we lived in Lee's Summit I never went to Walmart. Never ever...seriously, never.<br />
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So, we move to Arkansas where there is no Costco, Super Target, or Hyvee. It's been an adjustment. We tried Sam's for a few months and I absolutely hated it. The customer service was terrible. And we never had a good experience with the food court. That seems like a silly thing to be upset about, but that is part of the wholesale club adventure for us. Finally, I decided I could keep complaining about how terrible Sam's Club was or we could just quit going. So, we cancelled our membership. It was a great decision.<br />
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Last Saturday we needed a few things from the store so we went to Target as a family. We pull in and Micah says, "Why are we at Target on a Saturday?" "Honey, Target on a Saturday is better than Walmart any day of the week." and right on cue 2 tour buses pull up in front of Target and about 100 international Walmart shareholders descend on Target.<br />
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God has a sense of humor.<br />
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Walmart Shareholders are in town this week. While I was out and about today I heard that this meeting brings an extra 18,000 people to NWA. I'm just glad this week is almost over and NWA will return to "normal"<br />
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As for me, I'm REALLY trying to have a better outlook and attitude when it comes to Walmart. It's such a silly thing to get so frustrated about.<br />
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and off to Aldi's I go to grocery shop :-)Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-45992269204789313652013-06-05T18:58:00.003-05:002013-06-05T18:58:35.979-05:00Stuff Evan Says<br />
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Here are a few of my favorite things Evan has said today. Really wishing I would have kept up with this all along, but I can't go back.</div>
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"Mom, I have another friend besides Caroline in our new neighborhood. Uh, it's a God name….oh yeah, Jonah. But not the dead one in heaven from the fish, a different Jonah."</blockquote>
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"Mom, I'm gonna just wear my shoes to bed. My shoes and my clothes mom…yep, gonna wear them for 3 days so I don't make dirty clothes AND I'm always ready to go. Well, I will change my underwear…don't worry mom."</blockquote>
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Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-28024340464748533512013-06-03T14:52:00.001-05:002013-06-03T14:52:51.503-05:00Back to blogging, maybe?Been thinking a lot about getting back to blogging. It's really a pretty simple way for me to keep track of the happening in our lives.<br />
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I obviously don't blog as a business.<br />
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Might be the creative outlet I need and a way to "get it on paper"<br />
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Here are a few things I've considered documenting...<br />
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-Evan's kindergarten year<br />
-potty training woes with Eli<br />
-my weight loss journey, at least I think it might be a good way to stay accountable<br />
-our home building adventures<br />
-life in NWA<br />
-how we make it work as a one car family<br />
-how/why we live with a minimalist wardrobe<br />
-home organizing tricks and tips<br />
-whatever else pops up in my brain.<br />
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don't you just love this stream of consciousness writing?Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-55563168199134588482011-05-17T12:48:00.003-05:002011-05-17T12:56:03.030-05:00funny Evan moments I want to remember<div>"Mommy, Eli has little bo-bo's like me. Mommy you have BIG bo-bo's" Ah, the joys of nursing with a preschooler in the house.</div><div><br /></div><div>We were playing outside today and Evan totally ran into the garage door while he was chasing bubbles. I laughed out loud...I'm a good mom, really.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometime during the first few weeks at home I was burping Eli in the middle of his feeding. He burped and Evan said, "Him gonna eat from the udder (other) one now?"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-86650502896228815432011-03-13T20:17:00.001-05:002011-03-13T20:17:08.740-05:00Eli Announcement<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/8AauHDNi2aud/8AauHDNi2audcW/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1300065412000/0/"></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>Mod Lines Gray Baby Announcements</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>Shutterfly has cute birth announcements and <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/easter-cards-stationery">Easter cards</a>.</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=msc&c2=blogger" /></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-66198946110281114032011-02-22T22:12:00.003-06:002011-02-22T22:25:28.595-06:00Some pics because it's been way too long<div>Evan is still talking about his "Caterpillar Cake" from his birthday. He really enjoyed having us sing to him and getting to blow out the candle. Pretty sure we sang "Happy Birthday" about 5 times before he finally let us stop. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggGR-8sKzXURkzM_6L0qQZYllUmklQJa6NDU4qAVWJEPwu5HUIMfiFpTD4ibzAW72VqA8w6_tRcfmQwG_QfKxFqtS1WuZt2HLDQ0IoWcw9S9MAigT453N2rHD9gKRHz9Z4aWXhuo9KtzOP/s1600/DSCN0309.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggGR-8sKzXURkzM_6L0qQZYllUmklQJa6NDU4qAVWJEPwu5HUIMfiFpTD4ibzAW72VqA8w6_tRcfmQwG_QfKxFqtS1WuZt2HLDQ0IoWcw9S9MAigT453N2rHD9gKRHz9Z4aWXhuo9KtzOP/s400/DSCN0309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576735280109775074" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggGR-8sKzXURkzM_6L0qQZYllUmklQJa6NDU4qAVWJEPwu5HUIMfiFpTD4ibzAW72VqA8w6_tRcfmQwG_QfKxFqtS1WuZt2HLDQ0IoWcw9S9MAigT453N2rHD9gKRHz9Z4aWXhuo9KtzOP/s1600/DSCN0309.JPG"></a>He loves his scooter he got for Christmas.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhednDTe4kkRLx5vqNTq79jWLzhMbZLvUzwKY_gPyYolaIkvmKZtMNzY35oS6QXUb3qSHV0bOT50nB3dpaCt6A4Masnl4uScWLsgnNau8zl31aBGlMlhvBDJHJaPTQhUi0B32JcI7XWEu1/s1600/DSCN0140.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhednDTe4kkRLx5vqNTq79jWLzhMbZLvUzwKY_gPyYolaIkvmKZtMNzY35oS6QXUb3qSHV0bOT50nB3dpaCt6A4Masnl4uScWLsgnNau8zl31aBGlMlhvBDJHJaPTQhUi0B32JcI7XWEu1/s400/DSCN0140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576735266380161986" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhednDTe4kkRLx5vqNTq79jWLzhMbZLvUzwKY_gPyYolaIkvmKZtMNzY35oS6QXUb3qSHV0bOT50nB3dpaCt6A4Masnl4uScWLsgnNau8zl31aBGlMlhvBDJHJaPTQhUi0B32JcI7XWEu1/s1600/DSCN0140.JPG"></a>I love this face! Love this boy! </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2bh1WBWdw9UkjPRX5cO5puK3BbOPcbywyZv5Bulfw2gkRuAI4ZHp3Nu6QxGCvglZwCc0sQj79BRWjLb8uQWDHBXYmB9OY_zbvyEz3xxz0GPa4-G8SENfxKkm_GKEAOOBl3vowNHOI89m/s1600/DSCN0083.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2bh1WBWdw9UkjPRX5cO5puK3BbOPcbywyZv5Bulfw2gkRuAI4ZHp3Nu6QxGCvglZwCc0sQj79BRWjLb8uQWDHBXYmB9OY_zbvyEz3xxz0GPa4-G8SENfxKkm_GKEAOOBl3vowNHOI89m/s400/DSCN0083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576735253413318210" /></a><br /></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-72258186910938666322011-02-22T21:38:00.003-06:002011-02-22T22:12:05.917-06:00Quotes and StuffI keep kicking myself for not keeping track of the funny things Evan says. So, I'm gonna do my best to re-count a few of his most memorable quotes here so I have them somewhere. Yeah, I know that most of this is way funnier to me than anyone else, but I need a record of it somewhere.<div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Sometimes Eli kicks me in the ribs out of nowhere and I will say "ouch" or something. Evan comes over and says to my belly, "Stop kicking my mommy!"</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Evan, what happens when baby Eli is sleeping? He whispers, "We be quiet." What happens when Eli is awake? "Waaaa Waaaa" (baby crying)</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Funny moments in the sonogram room with Evan. "Mommy, baby Eli swimming?" and most recently he asked if that was jelly on my tummy. So, the technician and I both explained that it's not the jelly you eat on your pb&j. "Oh, it's belly jelly?" Yes, it is. :)</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>"I want daddy, I'll holler at him." </li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Evan wanted to kiss his "Caterpillar Cake" good night the night before his birthday party.</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Potty training provides lots of comedy. In the Costco bathroom with Evan and he says (not quietly), "Mom, push my penis down." The joys of potty training a boy! However, it's pretty awesome that I get m&m's everytime I go potty too.</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>A house is being built right next door to us and Evan woke up one morning and could hear the men working outside, but he doesn't have a window on that side of his room. "I need a window right there. I can't see them build a house."</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-86088955668174037742010-10-18T17:21:00.003-05:002010-10-18T17:26:30.600-05:00mmmm....French Onion SoupSo, I (Anya) really like French Onion Soup! Yum! I had no idea Evan liked it so much too. He stole my bowl when we were eating at Jason's Deli with my parents.<div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQ-vIII1VVp0AcO7o2nbqGq5BTDw_b9udaPn_SdJqjW8trsROYqxjU-Lycy1RHHkCADobIN2KPFxxSH9cB3ZjrlAQCY5PihvlOTd6vsXQiFxj5PjVQnhBpfNfzld-oEfyuP2t2nQGCpOd/s400/IMG_3550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529515676857185346" /> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4pNpzLpEJ-YMg3Unq2olWot6XptIbbJmjV35ROVImauK1jWzRoipBclGc26yWvESIZ8w9kcOI2CfTJR_qAqlveZ3g9JCvBB7J1bNukBT3z_6arKkX88WwPXAXllwZMRTykO-eyCswhjX-/s1600/IMG_3552.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4pNpzLpEJ-YMg3Unq2olWot6XptIbbJmjV35ROVImauK1jWzRoipBclGc26yWvESIZ8w9kcOI2CfTJR_qAqlveZ3g9JCvBB7J1bNukBT3z_6arKkX88WwPXAXllwZMRTykO-eyCswhjX-/s400/IMG_3552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529515681588767986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-53140234793774355172010-10-18T14:42:00.003-05:002010-10-18T14:53:23.799-05:00Little GardenerEvan helped Grandma and Grandpa in the their garden this summer. He helped dig potatoes.<div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5F2lKymCCM2sdKVTfRaecJV4A26CUYkXdjgYUfsAUey21BI1CFOGEDVHsE6RpSdU4PpvGqFkwJGsl1sZM5XBIkGCCoyYXgtGxVaYc7h8ohj0lEWvi8QU5JEwXkIa8ffSZN3Ue10cTWkbd/s400/IMG_3489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529475699804739810" /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAwSqnee5arMKqeYklK3Uc0-Z2Zqevd2xD2eul0QTzim5-spooWLHLkGFAJIP3BB3S73-N_AkIGxFcWibhkk_bybyCVcgUMsfm9o-MiRRpBr9eQPqxXUlOEEQmZlI8v5LWOo1eCf6cNxa6/s1600/IMG_3490.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAwSqnee5arMKqeYklK3Uc0-Z2Zqevd2xD2eul0QTzim5-spooWLHLkGFAJIP3BB3S73-N_AkIGxFcWibhkk_bybyCVcgUMsfm9o-MiRRpBr9eQPqxXUlOEEQmZlI8v5LWOo1eCf6cNxa6/s400/IMG_3490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529475707283059122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzT56UfheTiLNv5M9OhTn9QuZTHwDLILxS9OAYTQrmOXbjuCjpXLZyZ_NJEshuzCp5xgKf_OdnL_K6DhQR7ytZ_cBcxb0tpdrRekU94PK1R5aXOiNa3zdXjLE3LYIvpVrk9gxY8bfbQ1nV/s1600/IMG_3499.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzT56UfheTiLNv5M9OhTn9QuZTHwDLILxS9OAYTQrmOXbjuCjpXLZyZ_NJEshuzCp5xgKf_OdnL_K6DhQR7ytZ_cBcxb0tpdrRekU94PK1R5aXOiNa3zdXjLE3LYIvpVrk9gxY8bfbQ1nV/s400/IMG_3499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529475714349975426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvva1ug4dKpmAs4itJsR1Tk1yVn4A9uhNGw3eDV_17_6lfCFJuTC6hXiUpAwVuK8CKu1uJDNTyB-GkdYgW9IwavIyLAuKzDpfplEadkuAYjexmkotuajxJ1r89vy7sFqQxaLuNHtkhw2I8/s1600/IMG_3502.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvva1ug4dKpmAs4itJsR1Tk1yVn4A9uhNGw3eDV_17_6lfCFJuTC6hXiUpAwVuK8CKu1uJDNTyB-GkdYgW9IwavIyLAuKzDpfplEadkuAYjexmkotuajxJ1r89vy7sFqQxaLuNHtkhw2I8/s400/IMG_3502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529475728232009810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-84035903004702304092010-08-16T21:38:00.003-05:002010-08-16T22:17:05.361-05:00just some pics from the summer<div>I've had "blog" on my to-do list for 3 weeks! But, I've been exhausted and nauseous for 3 weeks (just a little side effect of the pregnancy :)</div><div><div><br /></div><div>So, I'm just gonna post a few pics from the summer. I've been terrible about even taking pics this summer. We spent most of our days at the pool and I never took a picture!!! </div></div><div><br /></div><div>Evan and I made a trip to Salina, KS in July to visit my grandparents. I was thrilled to get this picture of four generations. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFopr9Tom2Mk1MNmZDg1YuoHc9HRq5QS7mbwnM3kPXg4HNpxVmh1xDM45y9yvv5EDs-5bSFv0PvHj3cNNcBsT9ryQi6sCGICpYrA5Ue47vwihK9V56oJHRnb3aywJBGClgmsHF0k3vsh5j/s1600/IMG_3473.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFopr9Tom2Mk1MNmZDg1YuoHc9HRq5QS7mbwnM3kPXg4HNpxVmh1xDM45y9yvv5EDs-5bSFv0PvHj3cNNcBsT9ryQi6sCGICpYrA5Ue47vwihK9V56oJHRnb3aywJBGClgmsHF0k3vsh5j/s400/IMG_3473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506207382166382642" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFopr9Tom2Mk1MNmZDg1YuoHc9HRq5QS7mbwnM3kPXg4HNpxVmh1xDM45y9yvv5EDs-5bSFv0PvHj3cNNcBsT9ryQi6sCGICpYrA5Ue47vwihK9V56oJHRnb3aywJBGClgmsHF0k3vsh5j/s1600/IMG_3473.JPG"></a>My sister and her family were here for the July 4h weekend and Evan and Elsie had a blast playing together. We let them get into a sticky mess enjoying watermelon on the deck. Lots of fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KlcEbrdzYmTGr-D0uXFaGbx7Dltksf4nxpcSwrtibhkJaqy0EqDHceuItMVVZN_1HdMBkzS4e2JX6S7EMoA-PMNO5Ph2QHYxhOq9YG5Wv-CIPAB65MEfW3nmPkSKJLL0BKBzRu-UL94g/s1600/IMG_3458.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KlcEbrdzYmTGr-D0uXFaGbx7Dltksf4nxpcSwrtibhkJaqy0EqDHceuItMVVZN_1HdMBkzS4e2JX6S7EMoA-PMNO5Ph2QHYxhOq9YG5Wv-CIPAB65MEfW3nmPkSKJLL0BKBzRu-UL94g/s400/IMG_3458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506207374299245394" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KlcEbrdzYmTGr-D0uXFaGbx7Dltksf4nxpcSwrtibhkJaqy0EqDHceuItMVVZN_1HdMBkzS4e2JX6S7EMoA-PMNO5Ph2QHYxhOq9YG5Wv-CIPAB65MEfW3nmPkSKJLL0BKBzRu-UL94g/s1600/IMG_3458.JPG"></a>Howdy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWuWbQQtiNUDwxdIo3_mQT2pTs1bn5wBkgnXkXKliexSHvwv0dm6aieeFvFGqX-RtkGqQnYhns-sN6dWvhsoH4JbxO1KHb69nryi5v67IUNbc6aQjIaFHDkhsIUtscgrAhBtSI4eBp6vI-/s1600/IMG_3446.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWuWbQQtiNUDwxdIo3_mQT2pTs1bn5wBkgnXkXKliexSHvwv0dm6aieeFvFGqX-RtkGqQnYhns-sN6dWvhsoH4JbxO1KHb69nryi5v67IUNbc6aQjIaFHDkhsIUtscgrAhBtSI4eBp6vI-/s400/IMG_3446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506207366891886754" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-26188034467335574502010-07-22T18:44:00.002-05:002010-07-22T18:49:38.675-05:00cute things Evan said todayI was getting Evan buckled into his car seat and he asked, "Mommy, what are you doing?" <div><br /></div><div>"I'm getting you buckled up." </div><div><br /></div><div>"Mommy, get in the car, turn it on, it's hot!"</div><div><br /></div><div>**************</div><div><br /></div><div>As I was cleaning the toilets this afternoon Evan says, "Mommy, what are you doing?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"I'm cleaning the toilets. They are yucky."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Good job mommy"</div><div><br /></div><div>**************</div><div>Oh, he also thanked me for washing his hair today.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-18840671060335095542010-07-21T22:53:00.003-05:002010-07-21T22:57:01.066-05:00just reading the menuWe were out for dinner tonight and Evan insisted that he "read" the menu. I wish I would have caught him when he was flipping each page and looking intently at the pictures. <div><br /></div><div>Is it just me or did he grow up overnight? (sigh...)</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB3xRSsmzeDEVsC8QhRFCmwqcOiG78Lpfzm_AfdKtCTpExecMeQFRUtVGa8AUPH8Hi1Cl81omUrctEnZpumL_2og2dknK-eW3lb0ADLZ5MeZ3zPGt6IFht8R9Tkglh4KEPo7EFZ3VZoPXh/s400/IMG00037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496574508233347330" /></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-27911218581401601662010-07-15T22:22:00.004-05:002010-07-15T23:04:40.669-05:00coming back...I promiseok friends, I will get back to posting. I promise. The end of June was busy with our vacation to Mexico (without Evan). Then it's been nothing but VBS the past few weeks. VBS ends tomorrow! I've had a blast being on the worship team this week, but I am exhausted. Being pregnant doesn't help the exhaustion either. That's right, I am pregnant!<div><br /></div><div>I'll post new pics of Evan this weekend. The camera is downstairs and I'm not.</div><div><br /></div><div>just kidding...gonna post a pic from the phone :) Evan was so proud of himself for lining up the cars. LOVE HIM! </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ayah0yVb72mYyrFfPDnm7bH0GJFJQprbx7vrJHz8QKhYNXHbnRLyfu_FgweJG-mpKbuJ0PJjkCubjlzzDTeGkIB3kWDZfG2kZnLrJSMclcFeV2Wd1Aumd_Rmyc5XCD7zB77A9Qtbf6o9/s400/IMG00029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494342462977321426" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-37496621995859445382010-06-23T22:59:00.005-05:002010-06-23T23:13:41.037-05:00CHEESE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjVCF5SC8jhEilNI_54dIOa81Q5WlEdqCN0hyqnwGvUa_arJjLtHPt830SL36S3GO9hFveVJemXwn93OYfijr-CPF8UoIfyOis8ALjKaR-3pGnH1aOUaUkV0px2G8kUhzM03vcV5SQRVCt/s1600/IMG_3288.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjVCF5SC8jhEilNI_54dIOa81Q5WlEdqCN0hyqnwGvUa_arJjLtHPt830SL36S3GO9hFveVJemXwn93OYfijr-CPF8UoIfyOis8ALjKaR-3pGnH1aOUaUkV0px2G8kUhzM03vcV5SQRVCt/s400/IMG_3288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486187419161616386" /></a><br /><br />Evan is in the lovely stage of making a "cheese" face whenever the camera is pointed at him...soooo missing that sweet smile in pics lately. Or, he's just not looking. :)<div><br /></div><div>Evan finally met his great-grandpa this week. (My mom's dad) He lives in Mississippi, but was in Kansas for a funeral. I'm pretty sure this will be a cherished pic for years to come. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJ76g93BrGZVqJmpt435LkkiTAeI1wFMmFuhIQNqenqzGHZQMZepr9HCktUbQ7yjpphECCWeW7iEe1cl8FsRkKKflZvbZ4FJ4AAsiCz_xVcKbVgCK2BvCh1M954jxXFHQ1p1817x3AgXJ/s1600/IMG_3295.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJ76g93BrGZVqJmpt435LkkiTAeI1wFMmFuhIQNqenqzGHZQMZepr9HCktUbQ7yjpphECCWeW7iEe1cl8FsRkKKflZvbZ4FJ4AAsiCz_xVcKbVgCK2BvCh1M954jxXFHQ1p1817x3AgXJ/s400/IMG_3295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486188081962810018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Evan has spent too much time with Ben Long and is eating lemons...seriously.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrj4mu3s2lylWMh_9rg5PlOmd_WI4Ib9L9FcN5Kj-PDSTM8ilaCJOvKKkD0VW9BmylKIDkuantzqz89B5Qu21vxDvKMDhtVlYfoyY00x0MuxFI3CQooO6iarrlPl8-XHdbQJOX98zQlP6/s1600/IMG_3289.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrj4mu3s2lylWMh_9rg5PlOmd_WI4Ib9L9FcN5Kj-PDSTM8ilaCJOvKKkD0VW9BmylKIDkuantzqz89B5Qu21vxDvKMDhtVlYfoyY00x0MuxFI3CQooO6iarrlPl8-XHdbQJOX98zQlP6/s400/IMG_3289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486187429367012386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>One last cheesy pic of Evan at lunch with Micah on Father's day.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnusisN-ZI60he2cpWAaqvQuR14jEGb5BH4Rb_MfWzNxOnrx8IKc4X__apCuxoEFVtcmRMgNPf4Qa9naIKTLvDg7ShW3aZB1tLh8dmZwVYQWIpzx7kd4gRr7bGg6R3Xo8oUlUKTI2fJ7_H/s400/IMG_3281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486187407286397778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-76003413663585035562010-06-18T09:25:00.002-05:002010-06-18T17:04:01.239-05:00looking way too grown up<div>well, except for the blanket.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm7CNqbf26KQ5hdVoKXxnBeti9li6HQVpMnbeZDI_0A3tg2h5Ox9SJUeGX1mlVpfF79ForEMA6EUfUnIjazYFOrlG7e0sPJw-bwhzGcKWwxCqKSMLHhIaFo7RWODIPOpaKo1zEn2sUT7HN/s1600/Photo+on+2010-06-18+at+09.23.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm7CNqbf26KQ5hdVoKXxnBeti9li6HQVpMnbeZDI_0A3tg2h5Ox9SJUeGX1mlVpfF79ForEMA6EUfUnIjazYFOrlG7e0sPJw-bwhzGcKWwxCqKSMLHhIaFo7RWODIPOpaKo1zEn2sUT7HN/s400/Photo+on+2010-06-18+at+09.23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484119998697790930" /></a>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-41952040871687111202010-06-14T21:38:00.003-05:002010-06-14T22:05:55.994-05:00Mommy is 30!<div>I (Anya) celebrated my 30th birthday all week! (thanks to Micah :)</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVapaX8YL28Eu01HQMuQU_KqZDJ2cYmWiu94EunfDsTySXH4fg_e4EDK1c9Qg3vWyf1eheg3g5Wtgl4ygS1sn9Ec2IpMxdPrLVJRE1roH6VYkspfYKmXF1P5Au1pHOcRYWvnH6Wr40lZj/s1600/IMG_3265.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVapaX8YL28Eu01HQMuQU_KqZDJ2cYmWiu94EunfDsTySXH4fg_e4EDK1c9Qg3vWyf1eheg3g5Wtgl4ygS1sn9Ec2IpMxdPrLVJRE1roH6VYkspfYKmXF1P5Au1pHOcRYWvnH6Wr40lZj/s400/IMG_3265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482828215761915010" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2CQd-U4DL9ZvDllfAVKgrXcgAVEWyLUsFv1bqM7hWB5zNnpWJ5aWS8hH4pWcIOhbl-cAqVlWvpUOGWJ5LlBoRWWQNZMzk1PxHomQQl8tIH-jXFDaMdlk1SHFiyuZKn_w4z4zBtvNnkDk/s400/IMG_3236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482828247033334130" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div>Yesterday we went to my brother's house for a cookout with their family and my parents. Eric and Elizabeth kept Evan for us on Saturday and Sunday so Micah could take me to the Plaza for a surprise party. I had a great birthday week!</div><div><br /></div><div>Evan is loving the pool this summer. Every day he wakes up and asks me if we are going swimming.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQE8-le-vowtscjQWF1FswYLZPPaIi8ZI8IrU7Zl_LNwhAQmFAtpkyAMzImtp1Y8H2_ANh-4OhzusOKciDVgAwCrYQ862LaqA2U-i8CRqq1Ab01mRNb1UoFJBamIDP6w3ZwxsqJbq2E51/s1600/IMG_3278.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQE8-le-vowtscjQWF1FswYLZPPaIi8ZI8IrU7Zl_LNwhAQmFAtpkyAMzImtp1Y8H2_ANh-4OhzusOKciDVgAwCrYQ862LaqA2U-i8CRqq1Ab01mRNb1UoFJBamIDP6w3ZwxsqJbq2E51/s400/IMG_3278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482828234433631074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl5ZBY3V4ZS4xOzuHFzuM2x2cud2z6H0j9D-RbrFT4qZ04EW5GrALfKgHDbMuBXRUuOUjExcMw-b-lbuRdYFIKgyp-Q7p8fPSzPK6gZ5CI1vLf8mU4MQnm7T8C1jMVL6KfsSqa62dgRbB/s1600/IMG_3275.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl5ZBY3V4ZS4xOzuHFzuM2x2cud2z6H0j9D-RbrFT4qZ04EW5GrALfKgHDbMuBXRUuOUjExcMw-b-lbuRdYFIKgyp-Q7p8fPSzPK6gZ5CI1vLf8mU4MQnm7T8C1jMVL6KfsSqa62dgRbB/s400/IMG_3275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482828222466202722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-84953818128906111652010-06-14T21:30:00.004-05:002010-06-14T21:38:03.987-05:00breakfast<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpg0OIc_A-EX8YuL90CX2TEOt6awkTJKo8jQCron8zEe995E7CD7aE2S-VJYuYIwGU-WLDBv5CbI1fzeUcTJjqr6idpEfVIohwBuEbiPIBnUnY9_KN739dXNYi55i4slJmSc3JJyUz0J0/s1600/IMG_3231.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpg0OIc_A-EX8YuL90CX2TEOt6awkTJKo8jQCron8zEe995E7CD7aE2S-VJYuYIwGU-WLDBv5CbI1fzeUcTJjqr6idpEfVIohwBuEbiPIBnUnY9_KN739dXNYi55i4slJmSc3JJyUz0J0/s400/IMG_3231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482823462546471186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildW5D0totNJI-ipu6rJBz2FwoyGm15DzO62ManKwwaueWTGTCnN5JQSe6JsM5XConCM6lT3qrdnxRMxUh0Xm12iqfC4DYZZ39DfOKDRazEKFJ2fd-TVTTeLwnjct6I3VvA-iEwBZwDiWB/s1600/IMG_3230.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildW5D0totNJI-ipu6rJBz2FwoyGm15DzO62ManKwwaueWTGTCnN5JQSe6JsM5XConCM6lT3qrdnxRMxUh0Xm12iqfC4DYZZ39DfOKDRazEKFJ2fd-TVTTeLwnjct6I3VvA-iEwBZwDiWB/s400/IMG_3230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482823452198187730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWCIaLg_rVMCnJSEDqGZ5183kyZcAo4zE0jBWDyNOZaqnrqttQ9B3ChTOcd2x1M11uVT_TiOrP-FWR1CH1CVX4eiY4bk_lEjFdHiqlLF15qUvQIarZ9RnoR7eWTpknSekr3O6OPecnJGtR/s1600/IMG_3234.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWCIaLg_rVMCnJSEDqGZ5183kyZcAo4zE0jBWDyNOZaqnrqttQ9B3ChTOcd2x1M11uVT_TiOrP-FWR1CH1CVX4eiY4bk_lEjFdHiqlLF15qUvQIarZ9RnoR7eWTpknSekr3O6OPecnJGtR/s400/IMG_3234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482823444116348050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCezhFFPax9Jd0crMlyxlHZ6UKr_6wNNipX2J9WJZQEoKjWS4q1upDtj2802vEFHQbncjshIVYtvg_TJOhc2EzAY64vKEHDxF9u8GbMuYhS7hkhA-ey0Rbtrz8HlKluUsRQnuHNU59KhEJ/s1600/IMG_3233.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCezhFFPax9Jd0crMlyxlHZ6UKr_6wNNipX2J9WJZQEoKjWS4q1upDtj2802vEFHQbncjshIVYtvg_TJOhc2EzAY64vKEHDxF9u8GbMuYhS7hkhA-ey0Rbtrz8HlKluUsRQnuHNU59KhEJ/s400/IMG_3233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482823433867378162" /></a><br /> One morning last week we asked Evan if he was ready to eat breakfast. He said he wanted "dinner". Ok, Evan what do you want for "dinner"? I want breakfast. Kids really do say the funniest things.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-49360489535889125282010-05-30T22:03:00.003-05:002010-06-02T08:56:53.681-05:00"I ride train with grandpa"<div>Evan and I headed to Topeka on Saturday to ride the BNSF train with my mom and dad. My Dad works for the railroad and this was a "family special".<div><br /></div><div>Evan just kept saying, "I ride train with grandpa".</div><div><br /></div></div><div>Thanks for letting me ride the train with you grandpa.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8-p2uRv56IMuxXn_UnVi10yojvpxGEJE1xNPCWoZJ01ywE2lBLrCI6Ugnzvu2HAJUq1mFjBTW2ShBqG_UUOzonXJ8T-TYSmNy6xRloZjZkBarr1SnzPC77mHEyIBYFSai1iwmyWd3oiA/s1600/IMG_3214.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8-p2uRv56IMuxXn_UnVi10yojvpxGEJE1xNPCWoZJ01ywE2lBLrCI6Ugnzvu2HAJUq1mFjBTW2ShBqG_UUOzonXJ8T-TYSmNy6xRloZjZkBarr1SnzPC77mHEyIBYFSai1iwmyWd3oiA/s400/IMG_3214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478172620306056258" /></a><div>"Do I get to ride the train?" </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_t5-O-AgNwLijXjiw09B2zMHlKRQNlvNtkyNrLAhHMXjkvYrqS82DSoawEJn8lhunnPxcVfhhXG54D3KXNjnZbgt_BNeoaq7c52U7X2wgA-Bj9Fqc3JJk6VdzZ78NfzCVTVuCDwJAbiy/s1600/IMG_3210.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_t5-O-AgNwLijXjiw09B2zMHlKRQNlvNtkyNrLAhHMXjkvYrqS82DSoawEJn8lhunnPxcVfhhXG54D3KXNjnZbgt_BNeoaq7c52U7X2wgA-Bj9Fqc3JJk6VdzZ78NfzCVTVuCDwJAbiy/s400/IMG_3210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478172611790132962" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_t5-O-AgNwLijXjiw09B2zMHlKRQNlvNtkyNrLAhHMXjkvYrqS82DSoawEJn8lhunnPxcVfhhXG54D3KXNjnZbgt_BNeoaq7c52U7X2wgA-Bj9Fqc3JJk6VdzZ78NfzCVTVuCDwJAbiy/s1600/IMG_3210.JPG"></a>We had a hard time getting pictures of Evan actually looking at the camera. There were too many trains to see.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nyynZnsgh3KCf453TTKPMyO_ScIxLqjdYLmtwxQ8255mAX-z3QIKv-CnQ_3N28H6wdmSIVm6E_A7SzuUn5tEhDi0v6phVTNggxcvRR8irOXbfyoW4r78FAtWmgOEdOGd6rSXy5mY7wYf/s1600/IMG_3206.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nyynZnsgh3KCf453TTKPMyO_ScIxLqjdYLmtwxQ8255mAX-z3QIKv-CnQ_3N28H6wdmSIVm6E_A7SzuUn5tEhDi0v6phVTNggxcvRR8irOXbfyoW4r78FAtWmgOEdOGd6rSXy5mY7wYf/s400/IMG_3206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478172606521310290" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nyynZnsgh3KCf453TTKPMyO_ScIxLqjdYLmtwxQ8255mAX-z3QIKv-CnQ_3N28H6wdmSIVm6E_A7SzuUn5tEhDi0v6phVTNggxcvRR8irOXbfyoW4r78FAtWmgOEdOGd6rSXy5mY7wYf/s1600/IMG_3206.JPG"></a>"I ride the train with grandpa"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpth63yxaY0j8ojBFGBq5cckB0eF87GhlKQpXTB8GR3kTitZ4xRwrfAz0k7HC941-sD1juohlVNnI2urxWRu0jM7OklRKGjNqw_V4BmXC5WPSnu-2npV2wIxWqTWo9rUk4rQXwXLGyKFrR/s1600/IMG_3204.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpth63yxaY0j8ojBFGBq5cckB0eF87GhlKQpXTB8GR3kTitZ4xRwrfAz0k7HC941-sD1juohlVNnI2urxWRu0jM7OklRKGjNqw_V4BmXC5WPSnu-2npV2wIxWqTWo9rUk4rQXwXLGyKFrR/s400/IMG_3204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478172601703836434" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpth63yxaY0j8ojBFGBq5cckB0eF87GhlKQpXTB8GR3kTitZ4xRwrfAz0k7HC941-sD1juohlVNnI2urxWRu0jM7OklRKGjNqw_V4BmXC5WPSnu-2npV2wIxWqTWo9rUk4rQXwXLGyKFrR/s1600/IMG_3204.JPG"></a>"train!" I think grandpa was just as excited!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-iEVpJKf_GJsPMB-IYs3y85bMzotzCYvquZ6fTilnCJZsoEfb7K2Z1WWCwagH7mAlx6bkm_YNlL3BirylBuOgueOr3CvY6qMAmlB2BdUIscmHVf2OLzEgsjbov3l1jvF2teGLyUdoPho/s1600/IMG_3199.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-iEVpJKf_GJsPMB-IYs3y85bMzotzCYvquZ6fTilnCJZsoEfb7K2Z1WWCwagH7mAlx6bkm_YNlL3BirylBuOgueOr3CvY6qMAmlB2BdUIscmHVf2OLzEgsjbov3l1jvF2teGLyUdoPho/s400/IMG_3199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478172591335848834" /></a><br /><br /></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-72459543782814208502010-05-15T11:39:00.002-05:002010-05-15T11:40:52.551-05:00videoI'm having trouble loading a video of Evan. If you are reading this then we are probably friends on Facebook, so head over to my profile to see a video of Evan singing and dancing to Bohemian Rhapsody. Love that boy...he's so funny!Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-6950612472160503292010-05-05T09:01:00.003-05:002010-05-05T09:06:02.986-05:00daddy's blackberry pics as promised<div>Poor kid doesn't even look good, huh?</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz6XwXtzCS0lsojP55GLmdE2KjSaz1z2XxJf0tyRCJIfGqiT_u5gOd0sOZigabfE4KC9_LmDqygDc0HDs36uV2cCA5z0dKvtxjhiqAcgkGT661yE-ILF9MqZ_vTZhc5ZvYWcbCa0OL6CQE/s1600/IMG00024-20100430-1958.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz6XwXtzCS0lsojP55GLmdE2KjSaz1z2XxJf0tyRCJIfGqiT_u5gOd0sOZigabfE4KC9_LmDqygDc0HDs36uV2cCA5z0dKvtxjhiqAcgkGT661yE-ILF9MqZ_vTZhc5ZvYWcbCa0OL6CQE/s400/IMG00024-20100430-1958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467786398830379746" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz6XwXtzCS0lsojP55GLmdE2KjSaz1z2XxJf0tyRCJIfGqiT_u5gOd0sOZigabfE4KC9_LmDqygDc0HDs36uV2cCA5z0dKvtxjhiqAcgkGT661yE-ILF9MqZ_vTZhc5ZvYWcbCa0OL6CQE/s1600/IMG00024-20100430-1958.jpg"></a>Evan helping daddy water the flowers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2WHT1ePeMyPz86Y_3CmN0NVlEgPue3zOtH8hPGGsWG2qG2WdPQGtVHgfE_6hITC1DnJGYUzpC0kATt7R2CcbQoloVS3KEmdY9QfQ-D2P9WVLRZTO8mjYAmYNhvqdmcCvSPFgrx1AxjAE/s1600/IMG00022-20100429-1122.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2WHT1ePeMyPz86Y_3CmN0NVlEgPue3zOtH8hPGGsWG2qG2WdPQGtVHgfE_6hITC1DnJGYUzpC0kATt7R2CcbQoloVS3KEmdY9QfQ-D2P9WVLRZTO8mjYAmYNhvqdmcCvSPFgrx1AxjAE/s400/IMG00022-20100429-1122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467786393917503266" /></a></div><div>Evan sitting on the new patio furniture.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIGzkuuOWTEgMs-d7br-ivnHmEpR3n_7TUJSyDVcJHECiDNPDppSpheRsM8tinYKV296_MCr2U-5338afC0Xfc3RHPBTLwzHqvSsu3ZkmYib5j4nteNDICL7DKzLC-bZzfQ6CdKQvl3x8/s1600/IMG00017-20100426-0925.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIGzkuuOWTEgMs-d7br-ivnHmEpR3n_7TUJSyDVcJHECiDNPDppSpheRsM8tinYKV296_MCr2U-5338afC0Xfc3RHPBTLwzHqvSsu3ZkmYib5j4nteNDICL7DKzLC-bZzfQ6CdKQvl3x8/s400/IMG00017-20100426-0925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467786385751601170" /></a><br /><br /></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-17850628927825330432010-05-04T21:46:00.003-05:002010-05-05T09:01:11.621-05:00cruddy croup :(Warning...no pics for this post. I know, I know.<div><br /></div><div>It's been an unusually hectic week for me, so I haven't posted anything. Unfortunately it's mostly because I've been home with a sick kiddo. Evan started having fever on Thursday night and just ran fever most of the weekend...even while mamaw and papaw Ansley were here. Poor kid was just not himself.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then Saturday night he woke up with a terrible cough. He sounded like a seal...so sad. He kind of bounced back a little on Sunday...probably because he spent the whole day with daddy. :) (I was on praise team for church and then I led worship for an all-campus youth event.) Whew...I was exhausted Sunday night. </div><div><br /></div><div>Early Monday morning the fever was back, and the cough just kept getting worse. So, I took him to the dr. first thing in the morning. Diagnosis: croup. Treatment: tlc and steroids. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once the steroids kicked in...he was much more comfortable and started acting more like my sweet Evan.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pics coming soon....thanks to daddy's blackberry.</div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-2676705865630219242010-04-27T15:18:00.003-05:002010-04-27T15:23:37.406-05:00daddy's caddy<div><br /></div><div>So, potty training went out the window when daddy came home. I was so frustrated because he had done so well for 3 days and them he just stopped. I wasn't mad at him, it was just weird that he completely stopped. So, I decided not to push it and we will just wait and try again later.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today he's modeling a new shirt...it says "daddy's caddy"</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI5-kZXeu9JkfBBudUtq8Nrbd02glGpxdTpfFP8wl6b5xtBik_W9aoV5raeugARbv-2HojbpjXoezF2m5Fle-RENsGte1xyhPBpeVn_vPgsmieHp4C998hB2OX1CM-iqE8-SikBbt1e0QR/s1600/IMG_3175.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI5-kZXeu9JkfBBudUtq8Nrbd02glGpxdTpfFP8wl6b5xtBik_W9aoV5raeugARbv-2HojbpjXoezF2m5Fle-RENsGte1xyhPBpeVn_vPgsmieHp4C998hB2OX1CM-iqE8-SikBbt1e0QR/s400/IMG_3175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464914678178001346" /></a>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215080639141098633.post-36716361424660114032010-04-23T13:13:00.006-05:002010-04-23T13:31:18.546-05:00potty trainingSo, I've been off the grid for a few days because we've been potty training. So much fun :/<div><br /></div><div>Evan and I stayed home for 3 days completely focusing all of our energy on potty training, and it has been pretty successful. Until daddy came home from a business trip and suddenly we are back to square one...well, it feels like it anyway. So, I'm praying for patience and persistence. He did so good for the first few days, so I know he can do it. Plus, he just looks so darn cute in his big boy underwear. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSIeLx26BvvVyFmfySbNfzwFSacPCsbXClUXV17DNju7CH1rRQkd-u_7Q5dv9vtxY1mXHkudtUUWFGA2Q-Sf7i0SQn3blFCd2COuxydWpu2yw-Z59H7pKj53wfHqQli1iFbz7ItVgi1g5/s400/IMG_3154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463399169384322610" /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht1pEa0f7qwENbpXkwemWwJKYdwE1-D7XaQNJQkgZDA-WOXHE8Ffkw8LNA-GPMOS3vG7MagOnLRPu_hlBVFNC4nNl0CCkgcMwU3YP6Beg9CGXSP4NMR8mkU7alAIsFJkXNxnInw6cwHbcr/s1600/IMG_3155.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht1pEa0f7qwENbpXkwemWwJKYdwE1-D7XaQNJQkgZDA-WOXHE8Ffkw8LNA-GPMOS3vG7MagOnLRPu_hlBVFNC4nNl0CCkgcMwU3YP6Beg9CGXSP4NMR8mkU7alAIsFJkXNxnInw6cwHbcr/s400/IMG_3155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463399174317454882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>On Saturday before the potty training boot camp started we went the Deanna Rose farmstead with our church. Evan didn't want to have anything to do with feeding the goats, so Micah did it.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMOWa0tr3z7dEk5Sdsd1kBKWbYX8E7hFbKHJyf5Zu50o7vfJeewW6d7HZTyCj7-rvP6DGZkiEZide6Bzpw1YcJVj9mN5Ld14HRxtf_NO9lH0nHCOqI2bCft82PMcMwLoQUOd1iE6cP3EyQ/s1600/IMG_3153.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMOWa0tr3z7dEk5Sdsd1kBKWbYX8E7hFbKHJyf5Zu50o7vfJeewW6d7HZTyCj7-rvP6DGZkiEZide6Bzpw1YcJVj9mN5Ld14HRxtf_NO9lH0nHCOqI2bCft82PMcMwLoQUOd1iE6cP3EyQ/s400/IMG_3153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463401351208875634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>I still haven't deleted pics from the camera, so the memory card keeps filling up...meaning I have only a few pics from the farm. However, I did capture a pic of all the adults trying to take pics of the kiddos...made me think about what they see when we are trying to take a pic. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4bmGTr4LjzXbmRoD_o24BpbwlSlH1R97ZKAbhjrlp9bvbxarGnXVM9JUiZrnsLl_-p32IEVAo4yYX4tNyrYdnujipUwfc7taFJ6qnEvA02Tu7ZJXcbSHCLqMXcdIFYjt3QL-JUoZG_Xv/s1600/IMG_3146.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4bmGTr4LjzXbmRoD_o24BpbwlSlH1R97ZKAbhjrlp9bvbxarGnXVM9JUiZrnsLl_-p32IEVAo4yYX4tNyrYdnujipUwfc7taFJ6qnEvA02Tu7ZJXcbSHCLqMXcdIFYjt3QL-JUoZG_Xv/s400/IMG_3146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463401339507321906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div>Anyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14115320896342271019noreply@blogger.com0