tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77795073457010375462024-02-06T18:29:05.901-08:00Two Seattle MathletesWe are two fun-loving Seattle transplants.
This is the story of our sometimes geeky life.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02495532922268022611noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-57512839133691392072011-12-09T21:58:00.000-08:002011-12-09T21:58:55.136-08:00Let's go Outside<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I can't say that the backyard was the reason we bought this home, but it was a big factor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEickpMLJYbFqAFz3eExvnCqdW-hTtf1A8wGCUCwt01ZdiQq_Hiwf_3QIcOL_9cqKUVO-s7g-3Tqk2owP-x5NDf9tpIc9vyz1kzQD-rtMltQqBYtmnQq7hwl2D40wU-k8YuDN6F6mRlrtPcO/s1600/DSCN6052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEickpMLJYbFqAFz3eExvnCqdW-hTtf1A8wGCUCwt01ZdiQq_Hiwf_3QIcOL_9cqKUVO-s7g-3Tqk2owP-x5NDf9tpIc9vyz1kzQD-rtMltQqBYtmnQq7hwl2D40wU-k8YuDN6F6mRlrtPcO/s320/DSCN6052.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> YEAH!!! An apple tree (a canner's dream).</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQ6CdkW_H69Ja2qjvWqqDit3dsoGsuqldC9tOCKW-1FQdMgU2d_JqL2_9CWzkN2LBRjZ13Peh2_JZjnEuFhzvAZKAAl3J_f2rcy43v9m-x2QVr1XaSIFqZP1XVMMf__ef4oCF1Vemq5e2/s1600/DSCN6053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQ6CdkW_H69Ja2qjvWqqDit3dsoGsuqldC9tOCKW-1FQdMgU2d_JqL2_9CWzkN2LBRjZ13Peh2_JZjnEuFhzvAZKAAl3J_f2rcy43v9m-x2QVr1XaSIFqZP1XVMMf__ef4oCF1Vemq5e2/s320/DSCN6053.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> And grass, but not so much grass that it's overwhelming.</div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tJnwzNsatpMQAgy4fHjkV4frW_p9Q5-dtPhWHdnXSL9TMrpH8RaduaHSu7kMNAHyuBHrvWMmihgf0uI9QHwLZ3pphLSf5q8tDetoRDT52askFWR4zLWfzp9cwoUnJDsXr6oSrsOW5s9n/s1600/DSCN6054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tJnwzNsatpMQAgy4fHjkV4frW_p9Q5-dtPhWHdnXSL9TMrpH8RaduaHSu7kMNAHyuBHrvWMmihgf0uI9QHwLZ3pphLSf5q8tDetoRDT52askFWR4zLWfzp9cwoUnJDsXr6oSrsOW5s9n/s320/DSCN6054.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The massive porch which is also covered so we can enjoy being outside even when it is raining</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-18630653121526746752011-12-09T21:50:00.000-08:002011-12-09T21:50:48.759-08:00Halloween<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In between posts on the new house, I thought I would throw in some of Miles. Here is Halloween with a 2 year old</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelnqzwrXcKNmSQ6i-rSI2jv1ANPw-ZmXYQP5h2X02nOux98z83PdrKALzAbTko_sr804DBe4aCPoi7jBqrHCcMH5M7MwvF8S16OAsSnY2Kjlp8MbNffX7l3jatpbGD8wqH8zgOBOfgBhN/s1600/DSCN6015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelnqzwrXcKNmSQ6i-rSI2jv1ANPw-ZmXYQP5h2X02nOux98z83PdrKALzAbTko_sr804DBe4aCPoi7jBqrHCcMH5M7MwvF8S16OAsSnY2Kjlp8MbNffX7l3jatpbGD8wqH8zgOBOfgBhN/s320/DSCN6015.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Wow. Wrangling 20 kids on Halloween is a lot of work. Thank you preschool teachers</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd5PZPP6Q5KKPb8Zo2W_CckcB4IqcgVthCo42uOn1_K1pfFzQgJTkL2zHPomKMPjOLVyRQRY1vTWaGkkV3KLSPHgIQYLXZW8gmSfklzA-X7s0TI6pyaIU1rA6xdURzvOQkPGS0cUKZg9YH/s1600/DSCN6017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd5PZPP6Q5KKPb8Zo2W_CckcB4IqcgVthCo42uOn1_K1pfFzQgJTkL2zHPomKMPjOLVyRQRY1vTWaGkkV3KLSPHgIQYLXZW8gmSfklzA-X7s0TI6pyaIU1rA6xdURzvOQkPGS0cUKZg9YH/s320/DSCN6017.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Here we are trick or treating at Tully's. Miles is in there somewhere. He is the Engineer Driver</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ySIcFmzTRU6DAuc9xGLO0y0YQHTngYxdQIQrCPmVW-3ZBrpfMTI85lIbEtTCp_IkSuZU0Di5tLc26VIMvqR3aUuhQpOHo3kyxWgNJaeLmBZiCeK7Uy7Iy-oQj0Bl6DRPC1CLTTL6i3uF/s1600/DSCN6025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ySIcFmzTRU6DAuc9xGLO0y0YQHTngYxdQIQrCPmVW-3ZBrpfMTI85lIbEtTCp_IkSuZU0Di5tLc26VIMvqR3aUuhQpOHo3kyxWgNJaeLmBZiCeK7Uy7Iy-oQj0Bl6DRPC1CLTTL6i3uF/s320/DSCN6025.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Okay here is the sitting still picture before we explore our new neighborhood. When I was asking Miles what he wanted to be for Halloween, I told him that engineers drive trains and did he want to be an engineer. He interpreted that to mean that the front of the train was an engineer so he decided he wanted to be an engineer driver.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22OvB9H6_7tHmniyymO1J0LS4edXOF-v0yvv5kMerc0Fl3nYapvpVqRf7qipmRHBi-olhhVcLHdTPlFx8lD-WW76mKRs2p3-lqS_YlVCKltWf_jEkH6ZLym8JTlEhDHPNcx44ek6kBUAz/s1600/DSCN6029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22OvB9H6_7tHmniyymO1J0LS4edXOF-v0yvv5kMerc0Fl3nYapvpVqRf7qipmRHBi-olhhVcLHdTPlFx8lD-WW76mKRs2p3-lqS_YlVCKltWf_jEkH6ZLym8JTlEhDHPNcx44ek6kBUAz/s320/DSCN6029.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center">Here we are in the new neighborhood. </div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-29070062727054390272011-12-04T20:41:00.000-08:002011-12-04T20:41:14.110-08:00New Home Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Okay so now that I've blogged once, I remember that it's kind of fun. This highlights some of the fun quirks of the house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4OMiYqqwkGIoKVcAypeB3lzQmNSjHSupJzYmVMzNMoINP0x-mvHyOjvs1pfsmcgrd9jyugLT2uFtdssFejvuu0Nfn0Ao9DEN37KA8iTherWlOQjAiZEhQEpQN40e-ZT0ChfbA7R0IlkIu/s1600/DSCN6040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4OMiYqqwkGIoKVcAypeB3lzQmNSjHSupJzYmVMzNMoINP0x-mvHyOjvs1pfsmcgrd9jyugLT2uFtdssFejvuu0Nfn0Ao9DEN37KA8iTherWlOQjAiZEhQEpQN40e-ZT0ChfbA7R0IlkIu/s320/DSCN6040.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love love love built-ins. Here is one in the hallway.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQcuizJQ5HaeJ7_lnuH6cQkI7Wgi0Fe0OHbOLbSUl5Xg7X7FC3VfIAIbkKyBvUpFXPhnzJOqOjP6tnYRsHQGZutK2XWRZN5AGigvVuoth66tfkBwCV9OH6t1ek9uqfLySUAlXDXItFQXD/s1600/DSCN6038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQcuizJQ5HaeJ7_lnuH6cQkI7Wgi0Fe0OHbOLbSUl5Xg7X7FC3VfIAIbkKyBvUpFXPhnzJOqOjP6tnYRsHQGZutK2XWRZN5AGigvVuoth66tfkBwCV9OH6t1ek9uqfLySUAlXDXItFQXD/s320/DSCN6038.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Okay, I know that I will probably get tired of it one day, but for now, walking into my pink bathroom makes me smile.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkj8anyKxRRNfyAQ6fvsvjrFdex4KeqITVBB3rlfd_Uzimhg8IfHlkKgVuEuCtOSwbBLhvkxEYdqRWP-QntQJOmIMhjrrFfk-GuqqgW7HmVxseroWAL8Dz91ztA2vVV3iWIjomi3fMk3y/s1600/DSCN6039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkj8anyKxRRNfyAQ6fvsvjrFdex4KeqITVBB3rlfd_Uzimhg8IfHlkKgVuEuCtOSwbBLhvkxEYdqRWP-QntQJOmIMhjrrFfk-GuqqgW7HmVxseroWAL8Dz91ztA2vVV3iWIjomi3fMk3y/s320/DSCN6039.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is a close up of one of the towel racks in the bathroom. I love that it is hexaganol.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbp7HT34njS0MTda6lr64whjohqSfbolxnEfdjwaUtXi-E7n8xp6l7ai_V8uhJ7VyjatDBC1HwGk4H4tALLuNWexNGIbdMoGF3QQPHytQUqSSsGXkEV8w1RU-x3L_MBx3njrgfb4tvJ_D/s1600/DSCN6051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbp7HT34njS0MTda6lr64whjohqSfbolxnEfdjwaUtXi-E7n8xp6l7ai_V8uhJ7VyjatDBC1HwGk4H4tALLuNWexNGIbdMoGF3QQPHytQUqSSsGXkEV8w1RU-x3L_MBx3njrgfb4tvJ_D/s320/DSCN6051.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">This is the light fixture in the hallway. Most of the light fixtures in the house are hideous and need to go (ornate crystal chandeliers) but these I like.</div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-26596726382060917502011-12-04T20:30:00.000-08:002011-12-04T20:30:58.136-08:00Our New Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wow. I didn't realize how long it had been since I wrote on the blog. Anyway, we bought a house and it is fabulous. I thought I would do a series of posts showing the new place. Here is the first post showing the entry and living room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRvRXm2SDDKyY4_-fyKmwhQrncksVUDtSxIIRHYu97SysAlIzilAPPdcr5jJqO1tejipj9XB-3ermQ0zXX5zAWv2VMI_wrD5FrT6DqihHTJt7T7DqbU8b6rM0DeGSqWKQz6kDEyX56fo-/s1600/DSCN6033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRvRXm2SDDKyY4_-fyKmwhQrncksVUDtSxIIRHYu97SysAlIzilAPPdcr5jJqO1tejipj9XB-3ermQ0zXX5zAWv2VMI_wrD5FrT6DqihHTJt7T7DqbU8b6rM0DeGSqWKQz6kDEyX56fo-/s320/DSCN6033.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here you see the front door. I know, super exciting right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTaDf0SFOgCpXtJH0oDaYCC0Pp4r7aXDKmsTcXx-1FXJsQyCoUj9s7K1Uj7uzlPV6AAxrhhNjQG-qBgajf16-d7rhTKkS5MkbafO4uIdpa1JbmvtoYuAofcHadzqe2VCcQLCeofdYhq3xL/s1600/DSCN6032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTaDf0SFOgCpXtJH0oDaYCC0Pp4r7aXDKmsTcXx-1FXJsQyCoUj9s7K1Uj7uzlPV6AAxrhhNjQG-qBgajf16-d7rhTKkS5MkbafO4uIdpa1JbmvtoYuAofcHadzqe2VCcQLCeofdYhq3xL/s320/DSCN6032.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For some reason, Scooter wanted to be in every photo. Here is the living room decorated for Christmas. The tree that dominated our townhouse looks really tiny in here (and this is just one room).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFoDws8YaWBEtvg8K6S6KC3SBmxloOnhCBYdmHMo8EY-WWnlKKynqNqedw7fF3gzGCjD0pMmDLyr4sH7D1WB3agNQs2dxwEbZN6P5m2amTc-WC8s4Zwwn6FyNeAl1WSguZtgUx2rbN-wm/s1600/DSCN6030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFoDws8YaWBEtvg8K6S6KC3SBmxloOnhCBYdmHMo8EY-WWnlKKynqNqedw7fF3gzGCjD0pMmDLyr4sH7D1WB3agNQs2dxwEbZN6P5m2amTc-WC8s4Zwwn6FyNeAl1WSguZtgUx2rbN-wm/s320/DSCN6030.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">From the entry way looking into the living room. I love this blue wall and the book case</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVJYua7v-VCh0hhRpi5qKa0DbhMYbjgkE-n-q-lETARNhMMFVOigKR4Z2TWG9Xz4oR8Z-gNI7953HL0vgqh8aES6QTkAw90dz_Vjyki8phc8zHd8kdqe3T2nI1lhbKgDQ7imJ3QwV3DqVs/s1600/DSCN6036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVJYua7v-VCh0hhRpi5qKa0DbhMYbjgkE-n-q-lETARNhMMFVOigKR4Z2TWG9Xz4oR8Z-gNI7953HL0vgqh8aES6QTkAw90dz_Vjyki8phc8zHd8kdqe3T2nI1lhbKgDQ7imJ3QwV3DqVs/s320/DSCN6036.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What you see from the outside. I love the windows and the blue from the street looks so happy</div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-30235808279064009742011-04-04T11:29:00.000-07:002011-04-04T11:38:54.197-07:00Getting my Craft onA few days ago my friend sent me this link:<br />http://thecraftsdept.marthastewart.com/2011/03/infinite-variety-three-centuries-of-red-and-white-quilts.html<br />Seeing all those quilts ranging from simple to extremely intricate made me want to work on Miles' quilt. I already had the fabric for it and it was already cut out. Here is the quilt top.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86ctfT59yBNZzDoT8a4uw-dwZRXADE5RI5XPd66IcBnaJzSjT0TckIX3CEIwC-fmQe801rDVysXmXr9c-X9fkV8E1XvJXxw3Ttvr17FFdMRnBtF9vJKPTlzBmmp4EPrqYL3tqEARwJ4OZ/s1600/DSCN4611.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86ctfT59yBNZzDoT8a4uw-dwZRXADE5RI5XPd66IcBnaJzSjT0TckIX3CEIwC-fmQe801rDVysXmXr9c-X9fkV8E1XvJXxw3Ttvr17FFdMRnBtF9vJKPTlzBmmp4EPrqYL3tqEARwJ4OZ/s320/DSCN4611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591799086256582866" /></a><br /><br />So I didn't sew it correctly and there are no points in the zigzag but I still like it and, remember, I am making this for a toddler.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-79923805584686438172011-03-01T21:05:00.000-08:002011-03-01T21:15:26.641-08:00Mom and Miles Dance<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw0csyWY_Zr9nLRykaCl8NMZHr5jGZm4G1HgPe4875SYgTw6dP_C0OSPq2lxVM15BBtS5iJvjqNyk5jzyqvLw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Miles and mommy love to dance together</p>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-58920541940265151552011-03-01T20:34:00.000-08:002011-03-01T21:04:51.613-08:00Miles turns 2Whew! It's been a whirlwind. Miles' birthday was a few weeks ago and I am only now getting it posted. Here are some highlights for a little boy's second birthday.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEKEFHiSkyurqlA0I2-8x8PR6GkX4yGftoNJ3Gkw4zRkdUL-YiqBaopMfTX6KBhQDjSJwVoUUAYSNlkImPR71UIXEoKG9lB6ZwHzZYLhn_BpKr6A5XNbkZG_HA2Y93BhS2thoASiRwZPOD/s1600/DSCN4397.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579343082409379762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEKEFHiSkyurqlA0I2-8x8PR6GkX4yGftoNJ3Gkw4zRkdUL-YiqBaopMfTX6KBhQDjSJwVoUUAYSNlkImPR71UIXEoKG9lB6ZwHzZYLhn_BpKr6A5XNbkZG_HA2Y93BhS2thoASiRwZPOD/s320/DSCN4397.JPG" /></a>Grandma Jones came to visit for Miles' birthday. Here they are enjoying the aquarium<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRlNswz_n3iTs_VNbVN0mArx5fpYrq5ySo06sf1cuTyzevJEfXw5gykCI9G1JRQeHQwRoqI4ELItVCJL9D9ozzNL65P9f46r1lm7mZo7n_PcwmtxRkVETWzcU10RW8Ijwc8D8Ipoz4rwt_/s1600/DSCN4452.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579343080974168098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRlNswz_n3iTs_VNbVN0mArx5fpYrq5ySo06sf1cuTyzevJEfXw5gykCI9G1JRQeHQwRoqI4ELItVCJL9D9ozzNL65P9f46r1lm7mZo7n_PcwmtxRkVETWzcU10RW8Ijwc8D8Ipoz4rwt_/s320/DSCN4452.JPG" /></a> Miles with a few of his presents. For a few days after opening presents all he wanted to do was "play presents".<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsiitugcVBBGGELwMbUpe4p8rkVEUEPyz0Dx3pOStcSU-M2qU70-Is8v-sCHqPfkMNVEKCzMClcqXg4k5XG_l_6xGX82TnC4dxBGGsUYjiy3nrnWSS0QcE5tt5Ymgeum1aZ_p-rJVXY8Vs/s1600/DSCN4457.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579343074350513698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsiitugcVBBGGELwMbUpe4p8rkVEUEPyz0Dx3pOStcSU-M2qU70-Is8v-sCHqPfkMNVEKCzMClcqXg4k5XG_l_6xGX82TnC4dxBGGsUYjiy3nrnWSS0QcE5tt5Ymgeum1aZ_p-rJVXY8Vs/s320/DSCN4457.JPG" /></a> Here he is with his art studio. Thank you Ikea.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia18n-mAl5ubxg6MXU2t1K7s5jp2S-j8O4qmNAbjs9zOmrOe6rjdf5AuwKjr70DVqF5qGuC7dZL5EuqtAjcGJV_-EXweHYYXUdRqaezq6j5SIa1vCxSvrMsUtR0joMKLUiby85wlW2IV9n/s1600/DSCN4475.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579343073364530690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia18n-mAl5ubxg6MXU2t1K7s5jp2S-j8O4qmNAbjs9zOmrOe6rjdf5AuwKjr70DVqF5qGuC7dZL5EuqtAjcGJV_-EXweHYYXUdRqaezq6j5SIa1vCxSvrMsUtR0joMKLUiby85wlW2IV9n/s320/DSCN4475.JPG" /></a> What's birthday without a cake? Here, Mom and Dad try to teach Miles how to blow out candles.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNHI7BFRi-xpZo8AiotDdDZKaz3v53uzU0_gOXPe3lh2I5443Kk9YieqynLGg96OuIfMwN1yHcG2ruJyiYf5yrREM4cnYIYXpyn7y5DcLzBQZO0bn-X50tcc6KJEjL8WJfSVhyiEbbM8O/s1600/DSCN4497.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579343068527018866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNHI7BFRi-xpZo8AiotDdDZKaz3v53uzU0_gOXPe3lh2I5443Kk9YieqynLGg96OuIfMwN1yHcG2ruJyiYf5yrREM4cnYIYXpyn7y5DcLzBQZO0bn-X50tcc6KJEjL8WJfSVhyiEbbM8O/s320/DSCN4497.JPG" /></a> Digging In!! <div></div></div></div></div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-63812484595054183252011-01-23T19:54:00.000-08:002011-01-23T20:41:19.666-08:00Traveling with a Toddler<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt1H1GdZcWqSKVgcIvyRU2Gk3ifKqT5H135vjNuriMWrU9MRjYl2GBIO-QHXhKGads2A2Ao5e-Iii1Ejy3i585Jfd4ymJm2ZszkCy_ZG5jfXGQIGIEzES7W0MRkJGkPpW68u9JfVDlkzl3/s1600/DSCN4357.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565598096122061970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt1H1GdZcWqSKVgcIvyRU2Gk3ifKqT5H135vjNuriMWrU9MRjYl2GBIO-QHXhKGads2A2Ao5e-Iii1Ejy3i585Jfd4ymJm2ZszkCy_ZG5jfXGQIGIEzES7W0MRkJGkPpW68u9JfVDlkzl3/s320/DSCN4357.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>This weekend we went away for a night. Steve had a work thing to go to so the hotel room was free. I volunteered to spend the evening with Miles. The pictures above was Miles and I relaxing early in the evening before everything unraveled into chaos. "What a deal for me" I thought. Miles and I took a train in to town, walked around for a while until we found a place to eat and then came back to the hotel room. It was close to 8:00 pm so that was a great time to put Miles to bed. I was so excited to put him down and then lay in bed and read. I wouldn't have a cat jumping on me and I could spend the time completely alone.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>What I got was a screaming toddler. I knew he would not like being put to bed in unfamiliar surroundings, but I was sure he would settle down after about an hour. That did not happen. He cried for an hour. I then picked him up and turned on the TV (Miles never gets to watch TV so it is very exciting for him when he does). Unfortunately, I couldn't figure out how to get to the TV so all I had was the free videos. I first picked a review of a childrens' movie. That lasted 5 minutes. I needed something that lasted longer. Next I chose a workout video (I didn't have many choices). The workout video was targeting abs and since I plan to get into a swim suit this summer I thought it would be a great learning opportunity. Well it turned out to be a pretty interesting 20 minute work out video so I thought I would give it a try. I put Miles back in his crib and watched it again, this time while participating. While I was working out, Miles was in his crib throwing everything out saying, "Kitty out. Giraffe out. Blankie out. Other blankie out. Miles out?" followed by him banging on the wall and opening and closing closet doors very loudly. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>After finishing my workout, which was pretty intense, I moved the crib so Miles could not touch any walls. I then turned out all the lights so it was pitch black in the room. At this point, it was around 10:00 pm. Miles started screaming as loud as he could. I was tired and grumpy and did not last very long. I picked Miles up and again turned on the TV. This time, I found a free video called "Sleep" that showed calming images while playing calming music. We watched it three times before Miles finally fell asleep in my arms. At that point, it was 11:00 pm. I was exhausted, and Steve was on his way back to the hotel. I didn't get any quiet time to myself, I was all wound up and my muscles were aching so I didn't sleep well, then Miles wakes up promptly at 7:30 am. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Lessons learned, don't expect relaxation when traveling with toddlers and keep your expectations low when it comes to "me" time.</div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-82016027381139284272011-01-11T21:32:00.000-08:002011-01-16T19:35:54.773-08:00Jammie Dance<p>Don't you just love pajamas? They are so cozy, there's no buttons or zippers or anything constricting. If you have a good pair it's like wearing your favorite blanket. Growing up, my mom called them "jam jams" which, to me, made them so much more special. I have tried to instill that feeling in to my child.</p><br /><br /><p>At the request of a friend who stalks my blog, but never leaves comments I have posted a video of Miles getting excited for his jammies. It's the favorite time of day for everyone in the family.</p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyqkAjz6jS1XtPiCaefJm14XkrdhoqH6T3j8UKbDx2hP4WwvCVXNR101i2Xl74xuMa5if8RykZpY94Z8XRpnA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-28650988735150190102011-01-09T20:33:00.000-08:002011-01-09T22:22:21.121-08:00Horchata!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDvhOqH8fD8WvPwJbwXWl9JDy9gVAbw_k3D0g94C9cn5iDepTCKjyg5PvbMyuQsL5vgLX0H63BhhmUjXxcmuA8uuASUH3yBjrMme-lJdGLokD3oZXgtAlxkAoMrh_-NRN1vsBWyn8GG3Qi/s1600/horchata.jpg"></a>I often find myself becoming obsessed with something. It can be a project, a food, a piece of fabric or people or stories...whatever. This week I was obsessed with horchata so I decided to make my own. The recipe I got from allrecipes.com. I didn't follow the recipe exactly and I think next time I make it, I will make more changes, but it was still really good and a fun drink to try.<br /><br />For those of you who don't know what horchata is, it is a refreshing cinnamon flavored rice milk drink that is often served with mexican food. Apparently, it is often served at breakfast because it is considered to be great for a hangover, but I just read that online. I don't think I will ever need a cure for a hangover.<br /><br />And now, for the recipe...<br /><br /><u>Lola's Horchata</u><br />1 cup uncooked long grain white rice<br />5 cups water<br />1/2 cup milk<br />2/3 cup sugar<br />1 1/2 tsp vanilla<br />1 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon<br /><br />1. Put rice and water in a blender and blend until the rice starts to break up (about one minute). Let sit for 3 hours (Because I did this step before going to church, mine sat for more like 5 hours and it was still tasty, also my blender was leaking with 5 cups of water so I scooped some of it out to blend the rice and then added it back in for the sitting time).<br /><br />2. Strain rice and water into a pitcher, add other ingredients, stir, and refrigerate. Serve over ice.<br /><br />Easy peasy and it was delicious. I made some chicken enchiladas to go with the drink and we all had a fun time (not really, Miles drank the horchata and decided he didn't want to eat any of the meal but just have more drink which made for a high strung, stressed out mother. Eventually, I got him to eat a few pieces of broccoli (he loves broccoli) and two bites of enchilada).<br /><br />The one complaint I had a bout the drink was it left a huge amount of silt at the bottom of the glass (sugar and cinnamon) which bothers me terribly. I think next time I make it, I might take some of the strained rice water and heat it with the sugar to make a simple syrup, then add the milk and vanilla. I might also include a cinnamon stick in while making the simple syrup instead of using ground cinnamon.<br /><br />Cooks...what are your thoughts? How would you remedy the problem of the silt?Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-22143953169699378652011-01-04T19:54:00.000-08:002011-01-04T20:16:11.536-08:00Natural Cleaning Products<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPo6nSB_LX-7O8otJViJy5e9n4n1zAbm8lOr7ZNyeEzEB3o5HjRTwLBDUmU1SaHHcCkdLYpnwaE7gVgAqsoRLQwXsMGOy1oQNrzQmG2LbNyp3yYE1qEhfgOYz6SGTpXApz3_j9g19OXWfU/s1600/DSCN4350.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558546061407285762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPo6nSB_LX-7O8otJViJy5e9n4n1zAbm8lOr7ZNyeEzEB3o5HjRTwLBDUmU1SaHHcCkdLYpnwaE7gVgAqsoRLQwXsMGOy1oQNrzQmG2LbNyp3yYE1qEhfgOYz6SGTpXApz3_j9g19OXWfU/s320/DSCN4350.JPG" /></a> For Christmas, my friend made me some all natural cleaning products and I was super excited to try them out. The cleanser is just baking soda and your favorite natural oils to make it smell nice. I don't know what oils my friend used (something citrusy I think), but I am loving this cleanser. First, I cleaned my kitchen sink and it was so nice to not cover my hands in a harsh smelling detergent. Then I went upstairs to clean the bathroom. I didn't realize how my system for cleaning the bathroom revolved around not mixing the cleanser with the glass cleaner and how my nose suffered with all the fumes. Two best parts, I didn't have to spend 20 minutes scrubbing down my arms from the elbow down to get all the toxic cleanser off my hands and, now, if I want to put Miles in the bathtub right after cleaning it, I don't have to worry about any cleanser being left behind.<br /><br />The all-purpose spray was super great too. I don't know what is in it, but the other night Miles wanted to help clean up after dinner. Being under 2, there isn't a lot of deep cleaning he can handle other than clearing his dinner dishes. However, the table needed to be wiped down and I realized I had an all-natural all purpose spray. I set him up on a chair, gave him a rag and sprayed down the table. Together the three of us wiped down the dinner table and had a fun time doing it too. It was so nice to be able to include Miles in the house cleaning.<br /><div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-52021574643455072592010-12-26T19:36:00.000-08:002010-12-26T20:00:26.707-08:00ChristmasWe were really looking forward to celebrating Christmas at home this year. It's nice to have your child sleep in his own bed, wake up in familiar surroundings and then see that something is different at the Christmas tree. Here is Miles' experience.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjncy9a9XOrxcQHmxLhL1DYVlVGb5JdPRX4kU6T1SJhXBNt5LvqWeyl_RJ3dclBAYIwz_bwhAMMyb1ZvS_BeKlHp5yeG74I_Qqb_8PPwqtukXPJf6uhXs0-s2Xn7H42Ibx3o2WWd8YdJJ56/s1600/DSCN4272.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555204033524848322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjncy9a9XOrxcQHmxLhL1DYVlVGb5JdPRX4kU6T1SJhXBNt5LvqWeyl_RJ3dclBAYIwz_bwhAMMyb1ZvS_BeKlHp5yeG74I_Qqb_8PPwqtukXPJf6uhXs0-s2Xn7H42Ibx3o2WWd8YdJJ56/s320/DSCN4272.JPG" /></a> Everything is set up for optimum viewing when Miles wakes up.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiN9gqneeL-MqnganLA_6chToQ_uVmjUGzjdTlFDvYEcWObxQ00y6kq7Ks17g018OPU6rf6JrNbv2Mm2TmjEnEgB6B_-C2gxKBAat9cBpb01cMczwu6GWClApOY0Ega0N3hVC1z-xKCtI/s1600/DSCN4275.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555204023411524994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiN9gqneeL-MqnganLA_6chToQ_uVmjUGzjdTlFDvYEcWObxQ00y6kq7Ks17g018OPU6rf6JrNbv2Mm2TmjEnEgB6B_-C2gxKBAat9cBpb01cMczwu6GWClApOY0Ega0N3hVC1z-xKCtI/s320/DSCN4275.JPG" /></a> Here, he is seeing things for the first time. Let me explain the picture a little. In the morning, it is cold in our house so we bought Miles some slippers to wear in the mornings. Everything was going great until Miles needed a new pair of school shoes and we bought him some new sneakers. Now, every morning he insists on putting his shoes on. On Christmas morning, I asked Miles if he wanted his house shoes on. He agreed until he saw I was talking about the slippers. As a compromise, Miles offered his chicken wear the house shoes and he would wear his sneakers. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja87fFJgrwLYOXujFd5p8uDi4-Z1UskspBiASmzAEg9BfE2Z56GyZDDRM_IbhKj2jGP5EcQ8LuakpzG5jKZd6RdLhLGma0nPFXTwnxZa3T1vItE4coSJQk7xf2U0P_roWH6ygffNPWYmJf/s1600/DSCN4289.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555204024812006882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja87fFJgrwLYOXujFd5p8uDi4-Z1UskspBiASmzAEg9BfE2Z56GyZDDRM_IbhKj2jGP5EcQ8LuakpzG5jKZd6RdLhLGma0nPFXTwnxZa3T1vItE4coSJQk7xf2U0P_roWH6ygffNPWYmJf/s320/DSCN4289.JPG" /></a> Don't worry, Scooter got presents too. He got a catnip pillow with big eyes on it. Miles took one look at it and deemed it an owl.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEPDA80I5DPlNf-Hkk2ZYHluU5zaHTxH2CHTCXCigT2QgLilsUYqSpEtYXpopZdMvVBtCM9o8nrR9MoejIHqJVXeEB1K7vStExyM6m_8I91FSraffD_lWSq0E8axKASTm8F6LSjWK_18qZ/s1600/DSCN4301.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555202868042430978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEPDA80I5DPlNf-Hkk2ZYHluU5zaHTxH2CHTCXCigT2QgLilsUYqSpEtYXpopZdMvVBtCM9o8nrR9MoejIHqJVXeEB1K7vStExyM6m_8I91FSraffD_lWSq0E8axKASTm8F6LSjWK_18qZ/s320/DSCN4301.JPG" /></a> Here we are going through his stocking. The first thing he pulled out was raisins and he wasn't really interested in it after that. Taking everything else out of the stocking was a bit of a chore to be done in between bites of raisins.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyHT9Ln_Cg4A619-kVh72IBoPO2xV6zrRku94sxbLND3iTA10PJppxOTPIYZQJDHZiOxDZ9rOxRXnjh0ybqMeISZaHYDutfrNoJWqDvLJAOL0PKeqVGtvsctpZ-msx9rweTFjsxTnJn8Qd/s1600/DSCN4313.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555202866046330562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyHT9Ln_Cg4A619-kVh72IBoPO2xV6zrRku94sxbLND3iTA10PJppxOTPIYZQJDHZiOxDZ9rOxRXnjh0ybqMeISZaHYDutfrNoJWqDvLJAOL0PKeqVGtvsctpZ-msx9rweTFjsxTnJn8Qd/s320/DSCN4313.JPG" /></a> The family in our new pajamas.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTl5xoCZFCEbgKJwpWpkFk0lxcXOYpXInSSoHRdjv44_xLHF_9jtSQpG990HnjtSPvW67eYXpV2r0Z61TDgArjwhij9956DIlBNwoTyZdD_gNTwpnmpYhF2gQHt27OmK6g_R6FGhEsPbn8/s1600/DSCN4333.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555202861942377778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTl5xoCZFCEbgKJwpWpkFk0lxcXOYpXInSSoHRdjv44_xLHF_9jtSQpG990HnjtSPvW67eYXpV2r0Z61TDgArjwhij9956DIlBNwoTyZdD_gNTwpnmpYhF2gQHt27OmK6g_R6FGhEsPbn8/s320/DSCN4333.JPG" /></a> Miles got balls from the grandparents. He likes to try to carry all of them. Here, he is carrying three, but at one point, he had all four in his hands/arms.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyg4RYYTdzQmcFlcYjXyVs7SfSknjYyRxXpewwIuW_1_It2cFBBTOozwM-cL6-talAtjGmFnVfUaptdJFZYXFUdIXd1jXUWXryeThmJZlythBbf7d4ehXZolsA2j5XhS4tmad3-lqprhXa/s1600/DSCN4343.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555202853546920818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyg4RYYTdzQmcFlcYjXyVs7SfSknjYyRxXpewwIuW_1_It2cFBBTOozwM-cL6-talAtjGmFnVfUaptdJFZYXFUdIXd1jXUWXryeThmJZlythBbf7d4ehXZolsA2j5XhS4tmad3-lqprhXa/s320/DSCN4343.JPG" /></a> By far, his two favorite presents were the legos and...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgPwEVC69l8FGeHiGq8FJzEWDKH-1phUatIgU1PEil1meOcLsD1M56R4305PsRMb7E1nQ6N1GnQptuURZsslLavBDrBke70xeA0zzCqe-WshGrd5U2qJHNzhET8TcJyMYfJDCXXKXIdDkI/s1600/DSCN4349.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555202846973925586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgPwEVC69l8FGeHiGq8FJzEWDKH-1phUatIgU1PEil1meOcLsD1M56R4305PsRMb7E1nQ6N1GnQptuURZsslLavBDrBke70xeA0zzCqe-WshGrd5U2qJHNzhET8TcJyMYfJDCXXKXIdDkI/s320/DSCN4349.JPG" /></a> A race car track. Thanks again grandparents!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-90638644904524875572010-12-19T19:52:00.001-08:002010-12-19T19:58:42.235-08:00Miles meets SantaI forgot to post this earlier. This is Miles' first time meeting Santa. We were waiting in line and Miles kept calling him Satan. Miles also calls the Christmas Tree the "Gimme Tee". His stocking is "tockin". <br /><br />So, we are thinking of not really talking about Santa to Miles. I don't really want that to be the focus of the holiday and want to instead emphasize the celebration of the birth of Christ. Any thoughts? <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpd0XoIHGF_fK6WTtbUkGnZ1Wp6w2_NzX_k-eeX09R0SmyBcKyRRf-XJNNcEiM8acJqhmOp5PkAXSO6vRmh2DnviBlS17jbd8y78SLymTfAzxbxZfPkFV32XLkGYf2DT4FH3oRL4uiYPTh/s1600/IMG_6871.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552607580976635794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpd0XoIHGF_fK6WTtbUkGnZ1Wp6w2_NzX_k-eeX09R0SmyBcKyRRf-XJNNcEiM8acJqhmOp5PkAXSO6vRmh2DnviBlS17jbd8y78SLymTfAzxbxZfPkFV32XLkGYf2DT4FH3oRL4uiYPTh/s320/IMG_6871.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-60878760516165543422010-12-12T21:50:00.000-08:002010-12-12T22:05:10.599-08:00Decorating for ChristmasHere are a few pictures of us decorating for Christmas this year. I was expecting the worst with a toddler, but things have been okay...so far.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQSOf2x3Z-1X-3u0AQ3kQJC1vWtfYoAinYqycII_bcRc70NeWqRtPjy-t7Kf9DgN15vQXOegfMwbeE-FuoLF0IYFZbSRuKEOQHF3D_DqG0fVSAUKC3Cu1pyVVDkUhyphenhyphenJj13pLTthEPTVyG/s1600/DSCN4232.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550041899628057714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQSOf2x3Z-1X-3u0AQ3kQJC1vWtfYoAinYqycII_bcRc70NeWqRtPjy-t7Kf9DgN15vQXOegfMwbeE-FuoLF0IYFZbSRuKEOQHF3D_DqG0fVSAUKC3Cu1pyVVDkUhyphenhyphenJj13pLTthEPTVyG/s320/DSCN4232.JPG" /></a> It's important to us that Miles learn about the story of the birth of Jesus and that being the reason we celebrate Christmas so we got him a nativity scene made by lego. Miles loves playing with it.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpWhPAL3JWDK9Ecud7b4yV7YikDGJWJFap3CpIK7YrJViaz7ccx4HOR-hgz3QbjwbO6PjvXqPQtyPb2RNWJrkcxDM9THCmRzSVYvbaSa1f_7EjC7OxffcvQqusFb1OgUVUZ9Q7UtEK141/s1600/DSCN4206.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550041892332867202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpWhPAL3JWDK9Ecud7b4yV7YikDGJWJFap3CpIK7YrJViaz7ccx4HOR-hgz3QbjwbO6PjvXqPQtyPb2RNWJrkcxDM9THCmRzSVYvbaSa1f_7EjC7OxffcvQqusFb1OgUVUZ9Q7UtEK141/s320/DSCN4206.JPG" /></a> He also loves wearing his monkey hat. The hat has nothing to do with Christmas, but it's cute.</div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrZ3MtzlBpZ9odCQA8tMrDRkfhi4VxFZULwQ4yQnG26D_6bD-fnU-7Rkj6YNcbgRg_wn19l7lVbG-2wEPMdkfw0DBErDTFApNsZJugXRGad8ujKcIOc5tU7phEqcWWLc_YthkYGfmeBFU/s1600/DSCN4227.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550041883557775586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrZ3MtzlBpZ9odCQA8tMrDRkfhi4VxFZULwQ4yQnG26D_6bD-fnU-7Rkj6YNcbgRg_wn19l7lVbG-2wEPMdkfw0DBErDTFApNsZJugXRGad8ujKcIOc5tU7phEqcWWLc_YthkYGfmeBFU/s320/DSCN4227.JPG" /></a> When we pulled out the Christmas tree, it poked Miles so he was afraid of it from the beginning. Here he is playing with a garland while Steve and I decorate the tree.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOp8gv_GIXwMUF1r-_UbBCgBeJy0v7AwbLG1y4Sf6jwkUOY3QayX4Np6ee0znxXuCHBBu2_XdnSlcXHqi000hdgfpkgBp0cBp5qdIaleU7CXauKEAoLaJWzxDuzmONObGhhZa-ppgq_sJj/s1600/DSCN4246.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550041882854302194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOp8gv_GIXwMUF1r-_UbBCgBeJy0v7AwbLG1y4Sf6jwkUOY3QayX4Np6ee0znxXuCHBBu2_XdnSlcXHqi000hdgfpkgBp0cBp5qdIaleU7CXauKEAoLaJWzxDuzmONObGhhZa-ppgq_sJj/s320/DSCN4246.JPG" /></a> Miles finally got familiar enough with the tree to touch the ornaments, but not the tree (it still pokes). This has actually made Christmas really nice because I don't have to worry about Miles playing with the tree and having it fall on him. I think next year I will give him the job of keeping the cat away from the tree.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBzveIEV0878QIcCcbTTm5EGLKIEqgd8N3YTgIUYZBIsGnnUVhDnIYGJI0sZu7Cvc2L_jf-nxfpqLUUywiCCkMqCqDk9W2IUEO22W5weysmko1rjZmszsxYGc-nrfK-9BOvBKI_N1YWii/s1600/DSCN4252.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550041878000434706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBzveIEV0878QIcCcbTTm5EGLKIEqgd8N3YTgIUYZBIsGnnUVhDnIYGJI0sZu7Cvc2L_jf-nxfpqLUUywiCCkMqCqDk9W2IUEO22W5weysmko1rjZmszsxYGc-nrfK-9BOvBKI_N1YWii/s320/DSCN4252.JPG" /></a> The magic of Christmas as seen from little eyes.<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-6884422990848896532010-12-12T21:28:00.000-08:002010-12-12T22:08:42.903-08:00Thanksgiving and handmade funSo I am really behind in my blogging so I am combining different things (not the snow thing though because it was just too precious). Anyway, I decided to combine Thanksgiving and other crafts. The best part of Thanksgiving this year was that Steve did all the cooking and preparation. I just did some cleaning and set the table. It was awesome.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5rZOwWzdCXR3lFj9elcANQ0NAA4U_5sm8HMaG7vmf_B4DMdrgaJ9u8XJnWNst73UHPGPhpOCK5fPNObtVpPbFUrkxbb0EI8HLnfC4qiUqjKH1Ty_kcIjEhJazYxNPKlxvIY1qTCcKKoFd/s1600/DSCN4183.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550036535350639330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5rZOwWzdCXR3lFj9elcANQ0NAA4U_5sm8HMaG7vmf_B4DMdrgaJ9u8XJnWNst73UHPGPhpOCK5fPNObtVpPbFUrkxbb0EI8HLnfC4qiUqjKH1Ty_kcIjEhJazYxNPKlxvIY1qTCcKKoFd/s320/DSCN4183.JPG" /></a> Here is my awesome table. Everyone had a chocolate bar favor on their plate. Even Miles got a peppermint kiss on his plate.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbyWsMLNW21uZ-e132b4VnTRoonakZwzN-soXx-ftjVhuTLIh9SroM5qXb85pRY76Dgb-deelHYNjWlePbnJectby7CUPiQgEK4Z5BPNmlQdsLH4wew4eDaFHkeypmfGb5uARDTVpnhgQs/s1600/DSCN4185.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550036529554293458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbyWsMLNW21uZ-e132b4VnTRoonakZwzN-soXx-ftjVhuTLIh9SroM5qXb85pRY76Dgb-deelHYNjWlePbnJectby7CUPiQgEK4Z5BPNmlQdsLH4wew4eDaFHkeypmfGb5uARDTVpnhgQs/s320/DSCN4185.JPG" /></a> Here's a close up of the favors. Steve designed and put them together.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalGCJsL5kWzFnZdNCwQwn7SG1qeK90zvbMwCtx0Hl3sB434kzOuwXdHUGrSh9bA1p5XJYpQme6pOcKn58zmVm0kOVX1akQRsKe9wRdWB2YUYmCLbgdIZEw4oaght-_1h3eYo1FJLy_ZEk/s1600/DSCN4195.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550036521072152114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalGCJsL5kWzFnZdNCwQwn7SG1qeK90zvbMwCtx0Hl3sB434kzOuwXdHUGrSh9bA1p5XJYpQme6pOcKn58zmVm0kOVX1akQRsKe9wRdWB2YUYmCLbgdIZEw4oaght-_1h3eYo1FJLy_ZEk/s320/DSCN4195.JPG" /></a> Here is Steve posing with the food. We had friends over and split up the food so Steve made the turkey and israeli couscous salad. Other delights gracing our table were mashed potatoes, sauerkraut mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, dressing, rolls, spicy cranberry compote, a couple different appetizers, and pumpkin roulade and gingerbread cupcakes for dessert. It was so tasty<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPS42Sr51jqurWvfdj_6ezF_a7nOphNIOla3WhtUxXrHLpb_T4nuGi4cv5_qXTeI6Thy9PQyOy3S-emlD7bTPxhcnlzVnKOLb1Ik374w7fwtijWCEsrTsegZ9IkwqXKnp-pMTSXEghS_Ii/s1600/DSCN4255.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550036516834750402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPS42Sr51jqurWvfdj_6ezF_a7nOphNIOla3WhtUxXrHLpb_T4nuGi4cv5_qXTeI6Thy9PQyOy3S-emlD7bTPxhcnlzVnKOLb1Ik374w7fwtijWCEsrTsegZ9IkwqXKnp-pMTSXEghS_Ii/s320/DSCN4255.JPG" /></a> Here is a close up of some birds I made for a garland that I strung around the stockings. I got the pattern from a book called FaLaLaLa Felt. It's a great book.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmwJa0bCDzOZc7NhVUPq1FjvUiHs1_UbSlJDtEodLku8ooScuHm6q1LRxIOlDJGBykkJvjyzyWeY_zM2dluI2rc_v3uMNPrlGugeJjLS2NENAarOuaM2W_h7XF1CFnpZt_zcz3EQ9-Dee/s1600/DSCN4217.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550036510735979634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmwJa0bCDzOZc7NhVUPq1FjvUiHs1_UbSlJDtEodLku8ooScuHm6q1LRxIOlDJGBykkJvjyzyWeY_zM2dluI2rc_v3uMNPrlGugeJjLS2NENAarOuaM2W_h7XF1CFnpZt_zcz3EQ9-Dee/s320/DSCN4217.JPG" /></a> I made Miles an apron too so he could help me make christmas cookies. If you look at it closely, it's not very christmasy (there are pigs with webs on them). Oh well. Miles is at the age where he makes everything look cute<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-77315774313183419962010-12-12T21:19:00.000-08:002010-12-12T21:27:47.042-08:00snowRight before Thanksgiving, Seattle got a snow storm (unheard of). This may not seem to bad to friends in family in Utah, but this much snow shuts down the city and turns my commute from 20 minutes to 3 hours. At least Steve stayed home with Miles so I didn't have a toddler on the bus. Here are some pictures of Miles enjoying snow.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtmfSOwCnZ6xj7geJZXlW4aPVVPchlZeUGNur4fWGWJg0vrnYcAyk5LfKzbaud5rKgWxD5MCQtNL2iXAEKtkqL2F21eaMGUMKG3egL3nEYzA0-ShqVntfqni2rc98vRWEbMlt-JT-WG43j/s1600/DSCN4142.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550033434765217858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtmfSOwCnZ6xj7geJZXlW4aPVVPchlZeUGNur4fWGWJg0vrnYcAyk5LfKzbaud5rKgWxD5MCQtNL2iXAEKtkqL2F21eaMGUMKG3egL3nEYzA0-ShqVntfqni2rc98vRWEbMlt-JT-WG43j/s320/DSCN4142.JPG" /></a> Miles likes things orderly. Here he is cleaning the tree.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi88Ny3QS8p3cAHGRp9V_2yJXzapb7tIPcZKcpDL6y5b4wsc7V_Yq6eFnpbl-McIPtSITcNarvkVhbpN5YVZVSzEcScMSgat2x3YMim_3iQzwE0JI207KGrY7JgVxG6-vzDw3cO9jKHUCbt/s1600/DSCN4133.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550033423031998658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi88Ny3QS8p3cAHGRp9V_2yJXzapb7tIPcZKcpDL6y5b4wsc7V_Yq6eFnpbl-McIPtSITcNarvkVhbpN5YVZVSzEcScMSgat2x3YMim_3iQzwE0JI207KGrY7JgVxG6-vzDw3cO9jKHUCbt/s320/DSCN4133.JPG" /></a> Steve taught Miles how to catch snow on his tongue<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4hOXevfV-A2fMIsRqoJZwHbG0zj2iC95gdCteU765o2SUERh3VwbU1OcuYnp41tOOW34lMAsOUbF6nJPWtHPRig1ZcmwV2W10crSlLgryhkYoojizhszn9hyphenhyphen7ssqDhExLucs-JCuEpoHC/s1600/DSCN4120.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550033421297991698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4hOXevfV-A2fMIsRqoJZwHbG0zj2iC95gdCteU765o2SUERh3VwbU1OcuYnp41tOOW34lMAsOUbF6nJPWtHPRig1ZcmwV2W10crSlLgryhkYoojizhszn9hyphenhyphen7ssqDhExLucs-JCuEpoHC/s320/DSCN4120.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-46873108301121325042010-11-08T21:15:00.000-08:002010-11-08T21:29:51.142-08:00Carmel Apple ButterI mentioned on facebook that I was making carmel apple butter and several of you asked for the recipe so here it is.<br /><br /><u>Carmel Apple Butter</u> by Linda J. Amendt<br />Makes about 7 half pints<br /><br /><em>Apple Pulp</em><br />3 1/2 lbs tart apples, cored, peeled and chopped<br />2 cups unsweetened apple juice<br />1 cup water<br />1/4 cup strained fresh lemon juice<br /><br /><em>Butter Indredients</em><br />4 cups apple pulp<br />3 cups firmly packed light brown sugar<br />2 1/3 cups granulated sugar<br />1/2 tsp unsalted butter<br />1 (3-ounce) pouch liquid pectin<br /><br />To make the pulp: In a 4-quart pan (I had to use an 8-quart pan but that is because I weighed the apples after coring and peeling them), combine the apples, apple juice, water, and lemon juice.<br /><br />Over medium heat, bring the mixture to a boil. Reduce the heat, cover and simmer until the apples are soft, about 30 minutes. Remove the pan from the heat.<br /><br />Press the apples and juice through a food mill or fine meshed sieve. Return the apple pulp to the pan.<br /><br />Over medium heat, bring the mixture to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer gently for 30 minutes. As the apple pulp thickens, stir th mixture frequently to prevent sticking or scorching. Remove the pan from the heat. Measure 4 cups of apple pulp.<br /><br />To make the butter: In an 8-quart pan, combine the apple pulp, brown sugar, granulated sugar and butter.<br /><br />Over medium-low heat, heat the mixture, stirring constantly, until the sugar is completely dissolved. Increase the heat to medium-high, and bring the mixture to a full rolling boil, stirring constantly. Stir in the entire contents of the pectin pouch. Return to a full rolling boil, stirring constantly. Boil, stirring constantly, 1 minute. Remove the pan from the heat. Skim off any foam.<br /><br />Ladle the hot butter into hot jars, leaving 1/4 inch headspace. Wipe the jar rims and threads with a clean, damp cloth. Cover with hot lids and apply screw rings. Process half-pint jars in a 200F water bath for 10 minutes, pint jars for 15 minutes.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-81702211889058325642010-11-04T21:06:00.000-07:002010-11-04T21:18:18.275-07:00HalloweenMiles gets to go trick or treating with his classmates to some of the local businesses. Miles was dressed as angry elephant this year.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWysn7XcA1l5AXSyqeJ7Nyf8w5mq6gG7QHfElelhyN9QhRAc2HEErZGr1L-g2ev4it-PzRdHqfCT9AXzSJcFdDL9YQtbirh0uOyZ4Wbnh74hOk6BMLWfw8V2U59ZrU5LIU3I9nIxxsIRXl/s1600/DSCN4006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535914151860838434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWysn7XcA1l5AXSyqeJ7Nyf8w5mq6gG7QHfElelhyN9QhRAc2HEErZGr1L-g2ev4it-PzRdHqfCT9AXzSJcFdDL9YQtbirh0uOyZ4Wbnh74hOk6BMLWfw8V2U59ZrU5LIU3I9nIxxsIRXl/s320/DSCN4006.JPG" /></a> A few members of the class getting ready to go out. They have a rope with rings that they hold on to.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgEvUGjDVZqeZkg14nUS3BOR2GoVIH5xGq62SS4zc28QX57MJou2wa-2X0SF7O2y665XayOXuIO0chyphenhyphenN00NA9v4TtIqDeQq4fGDfAHH06OpajxQ0ah-nMLeE6EOXJuMfQjEx8R5POaGZ6/s1600/DSCN4009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535914151026051682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgEvUGjDVZqeZkg14nUS3BOR2GoVIH5xGq62SS4zc28QX57MJou2wa-2X0SF7O2y665XayOXuIO0chyphenhyphenN00NA9v4TtIqDeQq4fGDfAHH06OpajxQ0ah-nMLeE6EOXJuMfQjEx8R5POaGZ6/s320/DSCN4009.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSUSDXII6eDyiNPugzuaQ1TgyFvpd3f-k0g2fLPvYkYjVShLDM6JJF5VO2gHv7rQq1UgaUPE4ORL8LufZjFQB5RrflRvuRH9vyI_ylp5EVaDhkcdanqLE7hni-hWZaNIq5pLbKSvqEiSA/s1600/DSCN4000.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535914144227970914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSUSDXII6eDyiNPugzuaQ1TgyFvpd3f-k0g2fLPvYkYjVShLDM6JJF5VO2gHv7rQq1UgaUPE4ORL8LufZjFQB5RrflRvuRH9vyI_ylp5EVaDhkcdanqLE7hni-hWZaNIq5pLbKSvqEiSA/s320/DSCN4000.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4mJMDhvvsI4Mza9r7f1THGt54KgtxUiJuXNeYthsVSLHDt3n9VynR5kzPt7jReNcw8_Sdfjptyak72cInciChhUNyJim-Ugsjerf7Hp9_4K0j_hsuBhFIGDTtN7f8ATGI6dtY12knNgZJ/s1600/DSCN4021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535914141489058866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4mJMDhvvsI4Mza9r7f1THGt54KgtxUiJuXNeYthsVSLHDt3n9VynR5kzPt7jReNcw8_Sdfjptyak72cInciChhUNyJim-Ugsjerf7Hp9_4K0j_hsuBhFIGDTtN7f8ATGI6dtY12knNgZJ/s320/DSCN4021.JPG" /></a> Fran's Chocolates was our favorite place to trick or treat. They gave the kids boring candy, but gave the adults a chocolate ganache. Yummm!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADVkSYaToeC_nvmtd5nm2sAc_4v8ieXq2XQ2MU4MqTRABF5ZbJkxdI4MIMeOUb-SR6HyewqcGlnKt4HN6K8Y9fS9CAvH28cgvBk2K8aVDSzCGV-cknv-OZY1urK55U_UOWTRogiPqun7R/s1600/DSCN4040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535914134036119138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADVkSYaToeC_nvmtd5nm2sAc_4v8ieXq2XQ2MU4MqTRABF5ZbJkxdI4MIMeOUb-SR6HyewqcGlnKt4HN6K8Y9fS9CAvH28cgvBk2K8aVDSzCGV-cknv-OZY1urK55U_UOWTRogiPqun7R/s320/DSCN4040.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-88670859098966932152010-10-31T20:56:00.000-07:002010-10-31T21:09:26.369-07:00Pumpkin Patch!!We started going to a pumpkin patch every year to support local farms and get back to nature (because we love nature). This year we went to Craven Farm.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDhh4EIXMWPB5aMD1L979OoyJci47KQVjEW5txEe6ZsNezBioNTqG5VTNwsZ3Iu8q8e43t4Eh7GpcWK0wWQvO98ce_53514KndTFXa4gieJsR4WUAwTts3THLs0Sd13mtERPqHQYZ0DGeU/s1600/DSCN3983.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534427239353096338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDhh4EIXMWPB5aMD1L979OoyJci47KQVjEW5txEe6ZsNezBioNTqG5VTNwsZ3Iu8q8e43t4Eh7GpcWK0wWQvO98ce_53514KndTFXa4gieJsR4WUAwTts3THLs0Sd13mtERPqHQYZ0DGeU/s320/DSCN3983.JPG" /></a> Miles tries so hard to help with the farm chores.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3WGsgFBGDyWHU0DzyO66wpUq2J6chFgYM8BCRmSfnY_QXXYukAEfsWE_lBX4elmo9qlSLFWLUPkXanoww1H9y1iS93E_LZoCwdJkNkzBSlP1oO-LNRa4Xwq5tjlVjgn6jcjANt-M5FuF/s1600/DSCN3981.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534427236696788130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3WGsgFBGDyWHU0DzyO66wpUq2J6chFgYM8BCRmSfnY_QXXYukAEfsWE_lBX4elmo9qlSLFWLUPkXanoww1H9y1iS93E_LZoCwdJkNkzBSlP1oO-LNRa4Xwq5tjlVjgn6jcjANt-M5FuF/s320/DSCN3981.JPG" /></a> Steve is so strong<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuT-V8WayGlVDSguO2qhpz4ipjKbyZnlNJvbLj2HVCHbWAotOmM2XftxM1atyy6NvRvUtvvh7xggRavrNwGdjf-csGm2pvwMJz25PgW-WuljCFVXOP1HnL1O91c6XnloOA_uSTEohsYF7R/s1600/DSCN3978.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534427232495627314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuT-V8WayGlVDSguO2qhpz4ipjKbyZnlNJvbLj2HVCHbWAotOmM2XftxM1atyy6NvRvUtvvh7xggRavrNwGdjf-csGm2pvwMJz25PgW-WuljCFVXOP1HnL1O91c6XnloOA_uSTEohsYF7R/s320/DSCN3978.JPG" /></a> Determination...I will not let this pumpkin that is bigger than me beat me.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRcMGAc0M5MghFDequmIy8AphbfXLsKg44kiC1pbZLCxByryXQPAICFFw7lRvFc8QL7DCvzW-V6o_DYBeoWBer5xFBcRAe7tNEJOJCNzOoCnq7s9He8DqoaZduycP3CW-lvWdV4y0ltZDP/s1600/DSCN3969.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534427225629175426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRcMGAc0M5MghFDequmIy8AphbfXLsKg44kiC1pbZLCxByryXQPAICFFw7lRvFc8QL7DCvzW-V6o_DYBeoWBer5xFBcRAe7tNEJOJCNzOoCnq7s9He8DqoaZduycP3CW-lvWdV4y0ltZDP/s320/DSCN3969.JPG" /></a>STRIPES!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTIPSdeTR0g0uQXGJIym2fugwULL2w1LzWIwYIA0Z2uzz95F6jaIhtoRsXVPpbEJRmJbxm-XWCyLydqs2poBEy_R7Qz0_pyKkuJwIHWsCokeZJH-BE-ztThGJiZu7-GQc94hwhQ7CtykdL/s1600/DSCN3951.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534427216732207714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTIPSdeTR0g0uQXGJIym2fugwULL2w1LzWIwYIA0Z2uzz95F6jaIhtoRsXVPpbEJRmJbxm-XWCyLydqs2poBEy_R7Qz0_pyKkuJwIHWsCokeZJH-BE-ztThGJiZu7-GQc94hwhQ7CtykdL/s320/DSCN3951.JPG" /></a> I'm checking for seeds. <div></div></div></div></div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-79128667254187213982010-10-31T20:16:00.000-07:002010-10-31T20:56:23.421-07:00Childrens' MuseumI was downloading pictures off the camera to post pictures of Miles trick-or-treating and I realized I haven't posted anything on the blog in awhile. Here we are at the Children's Museum on the advice of a friend. I think Miles had a good time, but I think we will wait a few years before we take him again. We didn't get to spend any time in half the museum because Miles (meaning Steve and I) got tired.<br /><br /><br /><div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534418557775836114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aVjBiFCGFzcXowJQiSZH8RirTSTNunKpSHx7IcAURkNWhDQcBJ2DadNGhHmm8OK9Da-Soir1IuiBgvtaxBWdCxIfl20homc0mRw9ugsHw0z77dshVbQpGmvdFKVLxAqKRh1ioKQ59cIq/s320/DSCN3937.JPG" /> They had a special Clifford the Big Red Dog exhibit. Miles liked the purple poodle.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534416637777938578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7x5u8vwIipi28wb08bZkJ7ijGdytpqB2yGyTDpz637zBiTYZ9QarUkWDwpvYycdV5b1kGo2ZUKNRRhmrCS40rNbNvkqL6uippSf7OfNni2kzKFDv8jg5DU3rU6P2ke4cfsjkjitLqeCwX/s320/DSCN3943.JPG" /> He was a little afraid of Clifford though.<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534418548068564114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6JYi2ySBAf02bdItFvSjxEzWNhHvXF5oek7z1-K4U4W8hERnlwpY8URfOoN9bSStxxoKzMenJfNWmmXm04Zyc3LeY8KTjDOM5gUModu7Wf9LjTl9lXgivqeMk9bueess-5FeEFuIyws6/s320/DSCN3946.JPG" /> I was glad we went in October. This pumpkin is HUUUGGGEEE!!<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534416644208908274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Jx7nJJ36cC4qMjBYXXCTGzgVUu2Aufh4HH28aFayuuE59a_CCytuF9xLmvz3cQSPXeAKccmuSEoaIms84wYze7YwWZwO6YBQUtpcd1nFyI6koNSDsWbQE3W-_m0KRE9JrQGaCSwQkKKK/s320/DSCN3948.JPG" /> We found one of those bikes that teach little kids how to balance without pedaling before they get to an actual bike so Miles took it for a spin. Later, I wondered if it was part of the museum or privately owned since it was parked near stroller parking. Oh well.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534416634256202994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjIlWdHVteNHlj16juoHKZmkOKJiiQRDZhi-ZYiHqJ8-jiAtaE2bCX9-iBBJMZmtY7eyfN1zLo7bxDUiBEsfFFxE1qW42SCl_t12KliZRrkm7-mEX3Culjw23n2Be5QbkEYujOpwIzPlpe/s320/DSCN3928.JPG" /> Since Miles rides the bus every day we thought he might enjoy driving one.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534416629510193138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpKAa41XmgVwO69C9pjlVnaeaigd0HYsACyP0znQVvRZF8OiAkN3C6ry5xApXrVRgJv89wuNU3esriZsg_8CjFyvHzkY3YX5cBBBOd82OGjuqysKM2tzlahJl25rbuPZM9BzDDS-cRCjI/s320/DSCN3929.JPG" /> He seems to be a friendly bus driver as he mingles with his clients.<br /><div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534420041252542162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_cbijp9Z7rS9xQXH4pZP1pBCGdNChAJo79dduyLUhn81GGuN-mrAcBhs1abl91Y3mWGeY2Ajuzz8j7GEYbkYtodMiqSfB1sEmJVNMP3AkaPPiDAnTOhH7rFVGEjKLK0nosdPNJJRN8xv/s320/DSCN3920.JPG" /> Here he is grocery shopping.</div><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534416626883793570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-oBD3Yh44wvWDC5CKJOMH4lkIsiO9RntwwXL38VOBFI9wPuhncJyjHD7N7FMGMaInwThFR0nPXNJB975d-UuS1J28Zm0-axuCvQdKHbjmQa4Y-sy7uebSSue9SnjQtNJlHZSbmjpXc4JA/s320/DSCN3926.JPG" /> Here he is checking out the fish he chose to buy.</div><div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-30329045962467538442010-10-04T21:10:00.000-07:002010-10-04T22:08:36.154-07:00LeavenworthAfter a super crazy week, we met up with friends and their family for a weekend in Leavenworth. What an awesome time we had.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihTd-6rQCxd7hnELBYkvds4vrBk7pWv3Nvc01pqDJp4PU3tbUIsVagkha5ormowKoHvPkM-2wmh1u8mWnaA6bE6sZUBl4YgVjnv3QLGz1qtMxMyglfcv1Rt7j-duxGMsBvUb8SPH2U6-x5/s1600/DSCN3816.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524421482665080706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihTd-6rQCxd7hnELBYkvds4vrBk7pWv3Nvc01pqDJp4PU3tbUIsVagkha5ormowKoHvPkM-2wmh1u8mWnaA6bE6sZUBl4YgVjnv3QLGz1qtMxMyglfcv1Rt7j-duxGMsBvUb8SPH2U6-x5/s320/DSCN3816.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlK0FlCWss_3hPVbtktoOKSCdWw7a6Fv-NKjPfOslSfQIPhyphenhyphenmPtM4QB22hdEAqk3A67WffK-JIXH5L5KF5n6zvbVjVYM_7nwrttS0beivveb9oL1fkNGWfO5CQuqVnEnRw2pAj4toTqX6/s1600/DSCN3803.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524421474372545202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlK0FlCWss_3hPVbtktoOKSCdWw7a6Fv-NKjPfOslSfQIPhyphenhyphenmPtM4QB22hdEAqk3A67WffK-JIXH5L5KF5n6zvbVjVYM_7nwrttS0beivveb9oL1fkNGWfO5CQuqVnEnRw2pAj4toTqX6/s320/DSCN3803.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipYvMxQtUjhGV2F6IBE9wqdk-7hq01Vry_1V4cNZ0hG1ZEYOMEjyNUQELkJBxtxJkUdjY95o_OnTzkeHE2ci0BZUodMYyhiZnlUWxaNqtb2vzbe79jtj8gixxh-COamSyGG0SDStVsmzWe/s1600/DSCN3819.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524421468586365426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipYvMxQtUjhGV2F6IBE9wqdk-7hq01Vry_1V4cNZ0hG1ZEYOMEjyNUQELkJBxtxJkUdjY95o_OnTzkeHE2ci0BZUodMYyhiZnlUWxaNqtb2vzbe79jtj8gixxh-COamSyGG0SDStVsmzWe/s320/DSCN3819.JPG" /></a> Steve and Miles took a cow ride. If you look close, you will see that Steve's knees are poking out. He had a great time.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCW-rbvuP78PsMroea1P3eCi8swkQHxvt52byoiOnPbYs_Y1G2nmTiyoE0nIPI8mKANMt3suVcqBg6CCU2KOcLw4JOdwKG1LWL49ZF4n3Ba-iAf_mefPkC_5-PGOLBHvknxetDGEzIExh-/s1600/DSCN3834.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524421464184046866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCW-rbvuP78PsMroea1P3eCi8swkQHxvt52byoiOnPbYs_Y1G2nmTiyoE0nIPI8mKANMt3suVcqBg6CCU2KOcLw4JOdwKG1LWL49ZF4n3Ba-iAf_mefPkC_5-PGOLBHvknxetDGEzIExh-/s320/DSCN3834.JPG" /></a> Did you ever see Muppets from Space when the evil guy says to his bear helper "Hand me the remote" and the bear says, "The goat?" That's what this reminds me of.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAIEY4gUnte6QMXx23PDCgNuNrRqXQWmy9KcuaQ-ENqn7urBj-eEcdlORlASCJo0IBysu58Ig-zHZf38j-MfDqSGtHDxZwmdgo0Ks4w3uPOh_scXEAnnyHRcFXzNjOWTGI8ykAW329i8x/s1600/DSCN3827.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524421456431274114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAIEY4gUnte6QMXx23PDCgNuNrRqXQWmy9KcuaQ-ENqn7urBj-eEcdlORlASCJo0IBysu58Ig-zHZf38j-MfDqSGtHDxZwmdgo0Ks4w3uPOh_scXEAnnyHRcFXzNjOWTGI8ykAW329i8x/s320/DSCN3827.JPG" /></a> If you look in the back of this picture, you will see a freakishly small cow. It was insane.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7hKpH8hVwCUxVihkJc3c94U__Dc673zw3f7fFmnb4MdFHjmFOkYXAD7emmNkszI70Dz_8xQiMCZ1e7UcPC__Bt6tW0KoY9kYWcn_QFySclmGyJaWwyddaWN4ogdGCUad6etJz_YZu5p_/s1600/DSCN3831.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524419856072144018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7hKpH8hVwCUxVihkJc3c94U__Dc673zw3f7fFmnb4MdFHjmFOkYXAD7emmNkszI70Dz_8xQiMCZ1e7UcPC__Bt6tW0KoY9kYWcn_QFySclmGyJaWwyddaWN4ogdGCUad6etJz_YZu5p_/s320/DSCN3831.JPG" /></a> Miles didn't even like the pretend animals in the petting zoo<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkfAclY8fsrMqgGWaBfn-UpEP-M3lHMa5VYdYW9Mv2JEFNGFl4t6Fi_9jqrbaHnI5Fs63EdVizAqFvQktdYra6sDjutlNmHjZFf4yg99MLad_8FuWb-623esC0kP2oiNAXhNqnJnf9Q0WG/s1600/DSCN3835.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524419845510099586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkfAclY8fsrMqgGWaBfn-UpEP-M3lHMa5VYdYW9Mv2JEFNGFl4t6Fi_9jqrbaHnI5Fs63EdVizAqFvQktdYra6sDjutlNmHjZFf4yg99MLad_8FuWb-623esC0kP2oiNAXhNqnJnf9Q0WG/s320/DSCN3835.JPG" /></a> Steve is showing Miles that it's okay to feed a sheep. What you don't hear is Steve asking the sheep to please not use his tongue when eating out of his hand.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjY2HbZaimCPY92hnl5kl3zywbZPQJN004wAMIbeMhUTcrJirBvJFOznWwaT8a0nhEmg_2DPzV58F2NdHv7AhbyGx9Y-tpub6VrIiAgBNgZlCp7WqicoIbv6N2JTKYmgufZf-4-OMoL9Q-/s1600/DSCN3839.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524419841847620930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjY2HbZaimCPY92hnl5kl3zywbZPQJN004wAMIbeMhUTcrJirBvJFOznWwaT8a0nhEmg_2DPzV58F2NdHv7AhbyGx9Y-tpub6VrIiAgBNgZlCp7WqicoIbv6N2JTKYmgufZf-4-OMoL9Q-/s320/DSCN3839.JPG" /></a> Finally, Miles found something he loved at the farm. A small shopping cart.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid8J9aRbXGwsDLXRhok3Hfpprpnxd-vkFt2sNOYUKjivnqGNYNl_e5pO4_7TFAi8zqO2SasaLHT1lbC-gfQrvanfIS9GYVkTQeTkUSNHYbY2kmw4o6bTKjO1Xw43orqbZYdGnONKySQauT/s1600/DSCN3842.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524419838344181282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid8J9aRbXGwsDLXRhok3Hfpprpnxd-vkFt2sNOYUKjivnqGNYNl_e5pO4_7TFAi8zqO2SasaLHT1lbC-gfQrvanfIS9GYVkTQeTkUSNHYbY2kmw4o6bTKjO1Xw43orqbZYdGnONKySQauT/s320/DSCN3842.JPG" /></a> Downtown Leavenworth. It was about 80 degrees and Steve didn't pack shorts. Therefore, he fashioned some manprees.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsc9sjp1rhPQJil5yNLSMJHFzGFiPzABakV2S2BWl3-Y50IvdkK5f05Wa8QV7QSC3EaZnTEJel2UvzufLTxxGutdOpsnNg9yr2QM8Ii3dC-4ABA_LCEIoyJ91OGuHISjvpCmB3kqQnCsB4/s1600/DSCN3845.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524419833788443682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsc9sjp1rhPQJil5yNLSMJHFzGFiPzABakV2S2BWl3-Y50IvdkK5f05Wa8QV7QSC3EaZnTEJel2UvzufLTxxGutdOpsnNg9yr2QM8Ii3dC-4ABA_LCEIoyJ91OGuHISjvpCmB3kqQnCsB4/s320/DSCN3845.JPG" /></a> This picture made me laugh out loud. Miles is clearly hot and tired.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCaRIcmnBMBM4FpQw6JkaLZCFWS4yvO82JEphjb2jsFWXfrFY7Mz9yB_5P6vq_6CH6ABr0dOBY-Sb7hIidd1kwggcZe1wiyp4m-V-Py8ZEXkQRBTXAsJOwxXbaIZaaRxjD37g_E1VLG07L/s1600/DSCN3854.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524418107576925922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCaRIcmnBMBM4FpQw6JkaLZCFWS4yvO82JEphjb2jsFWXfrFY7Mz9yB_5P6vq_6CH6ABr0dOBY-Sb7hIidd1kwggcZe1wiyp4m-V-Py8ZEXkQRBTXAsJOwxXbaIZaaRxjD37g_E1VLG07L/s320/DSCN3854.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZSDAFNMkFNEutnYNeVEjQayR6b4OBlOF8LJqrAWcgbrZJ7L4zlA5-Ng5K3nOeUtWfzPOavHkYP0fuXYu9a2S7M8M0xyukTRBntAu-ysKumP-rCwMUAz8KFVGattIMpzBZRqWLzJJp6iz/s1600/DSCN3850.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524418099629384546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZSDAFNMkFNEutnYNeVEjQayR6b4OBlOF8LJqrAWcgbrZJ7L4zlA5-Ng5K3nOeUtWfzPOavHkYP0fuXYu9a2S7M8M0xyukTRBntAu-ysKumP-rCwMUAz8KFVGattIMpzBZRqWLzJJp6iz/s320/DSCN3850.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-2I6UpNwJLNFFgWFNzp3mjMZAf7tv8ceMPtW8M3SS3PoXvKdQiZw2EkwUxNQHKXZ7MP6zKFHzXusl8i0NIOpkA_x2PylOn0PenNWJjOy6yicsfELn9Uu5Fjw-Xefde-sGZwIU11gIOre/s1600/DSCN3858.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524418094059252418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-2I6UpNwJLNFFgWFNzp3mjMZAf7tv8ceMPtW8M3SS3PoXvKdQiZw2EkwUxNQHKXZ7MP6zKFHzXusl8i0NIOpkA_x2PylOn0PenNWJjOy6yicsfELn9Uu5Fjw-Xefde-sGZwIU11gIOre/s320/DSCN3858.JPG" /></a> After a full day, Miles finally warmed up to the dog Rocky. It was so fun watching him interact with a dog. Here he is trying to feed Rocky.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbnriZbFlJlXETTuFlcIc3kFyIC3Pz2Te8DHvAcREeTJCR87ygEhyphenhyphenP_XfdN6CGx208hdPE_3LE9IoU8gDTDQc1sXBOYbfodfDop8NQoF8cBF5iHcBgNhqZMZyTEnqxjEue-y9py0UmgnJE/s1600/DSCN3892.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524418090933030562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbnriZbFlJlXETTuFlcIc3kFyIC3Pz2Te8DHvAcREeTJCR87ygEhyphenhyphenP_XfdN6CGx208hdPE_3LE9IoU8gDTDQc1sXBOYbfodfDop8NQoF8cBF5iHcBgNhqZMZyTEnqxjEue-y9py0UmgnJE/s320/DSCN3892.JPG" /></a> On Sunday, we went to the beach. Once again, Steve sports manprees. More than once on this trip we had role reversal where I said, "You are not wearing that" and Steve said "but its comfortable". <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4olWWZKOImz7744ylxtsqghm_shovHdoWG-gxDi-YyX03WSPXSpen4XzeM7gkAwy_WiFs03ADQs74lVUW9r5RWPQCyPVTcIoRP5mxlx1JT-b0jENFxBvGrOYS1MtN78jqXdJd1V2WWJrp/s1600/DSCN3904.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524418082384188082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4olWWZKOImz7744ylxtsqghm_shovHdoWG-gxDi-YyX03WSPXSpen4XzeM7gkAwy_WiFs03ADQs74lVUW9r5RWPQCyPVTcIoRP5mxlx1JT-b0jENFxBvGrOYS1MtN78jqXdJd1V2WWJrp/s320/DSCN3904.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-7315128657722148772010-09-18T18:36:00.000-07:002010-09-18T18:58:33.982-07:00Food Storage is funThis summer started with a craft night with my friend where I canned yellow beets and she cut out her quilt. However, my friend wha so fascinated with canning, that she went out the next day and bought 20 lbs of peaches. After that, we bought pickling cucumbers and tried to make cucumbers. Well, by now my canning genes werr in full gear so we went to Yakima to get some cheap produce for canning. Here are the results.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWr_FiHevM2W9vyMzTsQcJV0SnXf0YoLZdUoL-pgg8Z_wnkfKxydYNL3J_IHXnjtHaX_0c1L2JAyb25sjEQ3QxyA3nNEZEcLi962Sgg0eLRJwFt5cjuSDoTpc8yTgcZKfgNMo5VUZWose/s1600/DSCN3688.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518435397095977730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWr_FiHevM2W9vyMzTsQcJV0SnXf0YoLZdUoL-pgg8Z_wnkfKxydYNL3J_IHXnjtHaX_0c1L2JAyb25sjEQ3QxyA3nNEZEcLi962Sgg0eLRJwFt5cjuSDoTpc8yTgcZKfgNMo5VUZWose/s320/DSCN3688.JPG" /></a> 30 lbs of pears.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjweZ9_ilu2n2rrzoh1pgmevPhU7z_O6YeGP-8l5E5x08LKU7u9Lzr0-qB4NS2ooIrtmE6s0ZfpgXDT-97JVtPAiFBjdvd-rQXhWoHLHsL2sCuw10OXvg6zAZxbXM7Oj_9xNFETjjIDPGxR/s1600/DSCN3690.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518435226800817986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjweZ9_ilu2n2rrzoh1pgmevPhU7z_O6YeGP-8l5E5x08LKU7u9Lzr0-qB4NS2ooIrtmE6s0ZfpgXDT-97JVtPAiFBjdvd-rQXhWoHLHsL2sCuw10OXvg6zAZxbXM7Oj_9xNFETjjIDPGxR/s320/DSCN3690.JPG" /></a> 60 lbs canning tomatoes<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXU59YJZudHDKtcs0ks5CgGyJex6ltprRSZuttWChBnBZl7gVudXiLSUgOuyWHh0tBW5_-kopkvwM3dSi-ym_6gMTcFiTnY5cBVYPH6ri_GHoSonBOv_WpY1sLOdyn5vAWVo947AoQHtQ2/s1600/DSCN3693.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518435215625929698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXU59YJZudHDKtcs0ks5CgGyJex6ltprRSZuttWChBnBZl7gVudXiLSUgOuyWHh0tBW5_-kopkvwM3dSi-ym_6gMTcFiTnY5cBVYPH6ri_GHoSonBOv_WpY1sLOdyn5vAWVo947AoQHtQ2/s320/DSCN3693.JPG" /></a> green beans, beets, heirloom tomatoes, peaches, apples, and purple peppers. I froze the peaches for later, ate the heirloom tomatoes, apples, and purple peppers, and canned the beets and green beans.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9u05xuO94f87P2qVRG0QqiGhLpXDVjKjuNSIpgYLcZuXTfPnZ9in2UG-4L7F8IwQW3zlrrX7O_GRa7OMTy82imG7wXtcjQCw5pYytcdcK2IPu0rZ_6tGqg-Vea93sIQwK9uNwSTgsX8Y/s1600/DSCN3702.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518435205777173234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9u05xuO94f87P2qVRG0QqiGhLpXDVjKjuNSIpgYLcZuXTfPnZ9in2UG-4L7F8IwQW3zlrrX7O_GRa7OMTy82imG7wXtcjQCw5pYytcdcK2IPu0rZ_6tGqg-Vea93sIQwK9uNwSTgsX8Y/s320/DSCN3702.JPG" /></a> My first night, I canned 12 pints of tomato wedges.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbTIS0KktJx4tG_BcctTzBoOkq0asjqMl3tjgX-4GtEhmuRRHMvYDeMLOH6Q4EwX6tlJAH3RAr5QW4fcJQiAQXLtOff-aETB-cMhv1u5692Ouuy2_Ego5n7Z2IGjnJVPNT9JAh3r7Nr2t/s1600/DSCN3709.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518435185452817906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbTIS0KktJx4tG_BcctTzBoOkq0asjqMl3tjgX-4GtEhmuRRHMvYDeMLOH6Q4EwX6tlJAH3RAr5QW4fcJQiAQXLtOff-aETB-cMhv1u5692Ouuy2_Ego5n7Z2IGjnJVPNT9JAh3r7Nr2t/s320/DSCN3709.JPG" /></a> Steve wanted to do the dilled green beans, we got 4 pints.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1vsliU0mW5Vql12rWRFDjbpBxjUVhDsXtb-RpwuOUQnmKF2X3AMC-8rMCPW6IQcpGdEvqzIguDwuLqUD0eM5XLk94cAxb86ETt2m3idy-L1Vlmam-VbPy_PuI02DCMxYFIOUdT6VjukI/s1600/DSCN3713.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518435174446007074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1vsliU0mW5Vql12rWRFDjbpBxjUVhDsXtb-RpwuOUQnmKF2X3AMC-8rMCPW6IQcpGdEvqzIguDwuLqUD0eM5XLk94cAxb86ETt2m3idy-L1Vlmam-VbPy_PuI02DCMxYFIOUdT6VjukI/s320/DSCN3713.JPG" /></a> Steve also made pear halves when I needed a night off.</div><div> </div><div>Other food not pictured include 1 pint pear butter, 6 pints smooth basil marinary sauce, 6 pints chunky marinara sauce, 9 pints of salsa, and 3 pints of baby beets. I am so tired of canning, but it didn't stop me from experimenting with different flavors of gnocchi last night. A friend of mine came over and we made sweet potato sage gnocchi, sun-dried tomato basil garlic gnocchi, and rosemary black pepper gnocchi. All gnocchi is sitting in my freezer waiting for a night when I don't feel like cooking.<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-57138805537947934522010-09-01T20:51:00.001-07:002010-09-01T21:35:27.276-07:00New York, I love youRight now, my brother and sister-in-law are enjoying New York. It makes me long for the wonderful city. Steve and I were able to go in June on an adult only vacation while Steve's sister watched Miles (thanks Jennifer). Here are a sampling of some of our adventures.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcc3cXFJjxSlXMdIh8X4x_E1iPGVN7OlsfcATUKmqRRNW48Ss0znDXjDXY5BmK-rBbLB890ryJ2Eq6CwNquk0gdxvoodCFHCLBP25G9KQIbfELEMNZVzVi4wac6UWtUjjdp2dPljrsw4A/s1600/DSCN3232.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512165398236450754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcc3cXFJjxSlXMdIh8X4x_E1iPGVN7OlsfcATUKmqRRNW48Ss0znDXjDXY5BmK-rBbLB890ryJ2Eq6CwNquk0gdxvoodCFHCLBP25G9KQIbfELEMNZVzVi4wac6UWtUjjdp2dPljrsw4A/s320/DSCN3232.JPG" /></a> The first night, we went to Bouchon Bakery to get sandwiches and cookies and then we took them to Central Park to eat and people watch. We each got a macaron even though I didn't have high hopes because nothing compares to the ones in Paris. Holy cow! These were just like Paris, so delicious. <br />As the sun set in Central Park, fireflies came out. I never see fireflies where I live so I found it absolutely magical as if I were a princess in wonderland.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjobHkQ4GKVyqtgbsFa34Z1wSgZxYc-Jg01JGv7tWT-9FNjXQ_AWEnxzJwjXKm3QoSKXedhtOc62nrEqLr55fxwcu21na5wAl5pdHrfXX_wAQ0BJsx4W1rNCLefutZaSd3jGSnWf7aJp12C/s1600/DSCN3266.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512165395451426850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjobHkQ4GKVyqtgbsFa34Z1wSgZxYc-Jg01JGv7tWT-9FNjXQ_AWEnxzJwjXKm3QoSKXedhtOc62nrEqLr55fxwcu21na5wAl5pdHrfXX_wAQ0BJsx4W1rNCLefutZaSd3jGSnWf7aJp12C/s320/DSCN3266.JPG" /></a> Here is a drinking fountain in Hi Line park. It is a park built on an old elevated train line. It was so cool. I now recommend it to everyone who goes to New York because you just don't expect an elevated park.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDXitKsVZzCHn8VgP13hwCnOnkynhs4X2CMPB63T3EHO8X9f9LQ3wx48w9sY54IiNjfQbYwkhJnIeym7eoZHA_gZa84jLHeYhbeAgXCaGTCT6hjWAVqqK5QO56bkQIsnnsQcRCSiLQuSz/s1600/DSCN3254.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512165386048013682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDXitKsVZzCHn8VgP13hwCnOnkynhs4X2CMPB63T3EHO8X9f9LQ3wx48w9sY54IiNjfQbYwkhJnIeym7eoZHA_gZa84jLHeYhbeAgXCaGTCT6hjWAVqqK5QO56bkQIsnnsQcRCSiLQuSz/s320/DSCN3254.JPG" /></a> More Hi Line. Don't you love how they incorporated the old rail lines?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYQyDcfX4ApVq3HzL1T42aNGlmZkSLVjw1JBsR-Gx_w6H6cPnZiJqOwjt7gxfA3CgAaYNxfNMUfymdGyw_HoKqAFGI4P__8r6-9xjIK09r-oS-4wLsntokXRfGZpClK1U30QX6p6P4fNt/s1600/DSCN3275.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512165378019825442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYQyDcfX4ApVq3HzL1T42aNGlmZkSLVjw1JBsR-Gx_w6H6cPnZiJqOwjt7gxfA3CgAaYNxfNMUfymdGyw_HoKqAFGI4P__8r6-9xjIK09r-oS-4wLsntokXRfGZpClK1U30QX6p6P4fNt/s320/DSCN3275.JPG" /></a> I thought these chairs were really cool. They are actually on wheels on the old rail line so you can move them.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RGIHHTxxnvry5iy6inLdgFYphyPdeD0uX98HtVYcNg-BICTWV0GUCL_xOm9KRks8wIiN2XHKb6ecv2y8VC73vIva-vz6NwkwsmXqE2iY9UsRbIaJJQtSOQdgcgHQHl6mChDOKi05fQUA/s1600/DSCN3313.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512165367132386738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RGIHHTxxnvry5iy6inLdgFYphyPdeD0uX98HtVYcNg-BICTWV0GUCL_xOm9KRks8wIiN2XHKb6ecv2y8VC73vIva-vz6NwkwsmXqE2iY9UsRbIaJJQtSOQdgcgHQHl6mChDOKi05fQUA/s320/DSCN3313.JPG" /></a> Okay. To beat the heat (it was really hot), we went to the Museum of Natural History. Amazingly, we got there an hour before the museum closed so we got in for free (I'm all about the deal). Anyway, dinosaurs are pretty awesome.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiilessbXXHcSp5kUOqNxekqCHygG04Dt_qme2DHUJbWWNOPdf8lAYXmBiWDth7T-98s5xejZJ94M3vtZm2QdEp8JNv2Q4POwTMf4XGgFFi9DDKQi91jGdB8n5QeToVRmue0Z2jDGJeeHpw/s1600/DSCN3318.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512163627366581746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiilessbXXHcSp5kUOqNxekqCHygG04Dt_qme2DHUJbWWNOPdf8lAYXmBiWDth7T-98s5xejZJ94M3vtZm2QdEp8JNv2Q4POwTMf4XGgFFi9DDKQi91jGdB8n5QeToVRmue0Z2jDGJeeHpw/s320/DSCN3318.JPG" /></a> Starbucks Passion Iced Tea. The drink that made the heat bearable. It was the official sponsor of this vacation.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAY0NKPjOWb2pY27Kyax-aMo5ubfuaIhh_Eeak-dlTf9x64IQqb9L-HXLg5tERPyZLBGMWEr1ydVtMNFLIqasH8ARRiv5yjynaGs-1REi_hq3oUVeC8ox8kEpxGodxQVfe74NtulBu0WhB/s1600/DSCN3325.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512163622684147522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAY0NKPjOWb2pY27Kyax-aMo5ubfuaIhh_Eeak-dlTf9x64IQqb9L-HXLg5tERPyZLBGMWEr1ydVtMNFLIqasH8ARRiv5yjynaGs-1REi_hq3oUVeC8ox8kEpxGodxQVfe74NtulBu0WhB/s320/DSCN3325.JPG" /></a> So we went to Brooklyn to go to the botanical garden and I think we walked about 10 miles along the perimeter of the park before we found an entrance. It got to the point that we started taking pictures from the outside in case we never made it. Did I mention it was hot? We get a little dramatic when we are hot.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7yxxNBDj5mpGIFLWlNRjlNAz4_nIAqyBxGdG9V9UheUWoPpqQ36y4bIWqm00M02Z5auz0nF3mNHfsKGzd7wuObUL4_ukNZh0y_rrI5iobsXd5wLB8w-GGDd27A5onPCTb1pSCnMvL2IH/s1600/DSCN3345.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512163615810307650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7yxxNBDj5mpGIFLWlNRjlNAz4_nIAqyBxGdG9V9UheUWoPpqQ36y4bIWqm00M02Z5auz0nF3mNHfsKGzd7wuObUL4_ukNZh0y_rrI5iobsXd5wLB8w-GGDd27A5onPCTb1pSCnMvL2IH/s320/DSCN3345.JPG" /></a> We made it!!! Here we are inside the Brooklyn Botanical Garden<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadXBsRsygLHkj0OKRmXmTXECeWA5Hc4o4TarUh1Z6QeDebm9Z-wej9CHDM7KK2c5o68RO7iBMxMNAlxXHaXimwkhB8LSZlj09C6GAIppT692LCnjfpdp3aBjKQjgacO7i0gyZJD1TU6tY/s1600/DSCN3352.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512163606417178546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadXBsRsygLHkj0OKRmXmTXECeWA5Hc4o4TarUh1Z6QeDebm9Z-wej9CHDM7KK2c5o68RO7iBMxMNAlxXHaXimwkhB8LSZlj09C6GAIppT692LCnjfpdp3aBjKQjgacO7i0gyZJD1TU6tY/s320/DSCN3352.JPG" /></a> Some of you may know that I am kind of obsessed with the little walking guys that show up in intersections to tell you its okay to cross. This obsession began when we went to Vancouver, Canada and I realized they had different walking guy symbols. When we found this construction fencing showing all the different types of walking guys, I felt like I was in heaven. Of course we had to take a few pictures. Here, Steve is posing with Hamburg as that is where he went on his mission.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Z6LuX-BoI6F-uUwHWWBviWRsILnltuceorztEhsEWjQoWxR1mFwjl-IWeuZx9U_WlTImhY9GVOmrt1PpAcfIvPi3dERF93be1jspV9OcjK29MkenAV8f4XVJ182HPeaR9AxPakb5isMa/s1600/DSCN3349.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512163600232427154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Z6LuX-BoI6F-uUwHWWBviWRsILnltuceorztEhsEWjQoWxR1mFwjl-IWeuZx9U_WlTImhY9GVOmrt1PpAcfIvPi3dERF93be1jspV9OcjK29MkenAV8f4XVJ182HPeaR9AxPakb5isMa/s320/DSCN3349.JPG" /></a> I chose to hold hands with the walking man from Nice. Even though I have bad memories of visiting Nice, France (horrible food poisoning while pregnant that came on Saturday night after everything had closed, oh and by the way, nothing is open on Sunday), I loved that the walking man is wearing a hat and is walking in a cross walk.<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-1166002907509082010-08-17T20:32:00.000-07:002010-08-17T20:49:02.206-07:00Go-To MealsYou know those meals that you know the recipe by heart and its the meal you make when you don't know what to have for dinner. Everyone in your family likes it and it takes no time at all to make this meal. This is my current go-to dinner. I got it from a Real Simple magazine.<br /><br /><u>Cheese Ravioli Deliciousness</u> (can you tell I don't know the title)<br /><br />-Feeds 4 but it is so good, it will probably only feed 2-3<br /><br />Some cheese ravioli (fresh or frozen)<br /><br />2 T olive oil<br /><br />1 crisp apple like braeburn or fuji (not red delicious, there is nothing delicious about this apple)cut into matchsticks<br /><br />1/4 c walnut pieces<br /><br />1/2-1 c. flat leaf parsley<br /><br />Parmesan cheese for garnish<br /><br />Cook the ravioli according to package directions. Drain and put into a bowl. Meanwhile heat the olive oil in a pan and throw in the walnuts, cook them until fragrant and add the apple matchsticks. Cook until the apple softens a little and add the parsley for about a minute. Pour mixture over the ravioli, garnish with parmesan cheese, and some cracked pepper and eat. It is so delicious.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779507345701037546.post-90662942944131649562010-08-13T20:44:00.000-07:002010-08-13T21:31:29.682-07:00Worst Fitness Week EverIn our normal lives, Steve and I have a very regimented life with work, parenting, and exercise. However, that all was thrown off balance this week. Steve needed to go in to work Monday night and I wanted to get started on making pickles so we skipped our workouts on Monday and went about our lives. Little did we know, life was about to get a little crazy.<br /><br />Having not slept Sunday night (my mind was to excited about the peaches we had just canned), I was exhausted and fell to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Steve had been complaining about his upset stomach before I went to bed, but I pointed him to the tums and went to bed. At 1:00 am, Steve taps me and says "Kelly, I think I need to go to the hospital, my stomach really hurts and its getting worse." Now of course, my first thought was that he was being silly, but it isn't like Steve to do this so I followed him downstairs where he was on the internet trying to figure out what hospital he needed to go to. Luckily, facebook also let's us know who is up and on facebook so we called one of our facebook friends to hang out with a sleeping baby as we went to the emergency room.<br /><br />Surprisingly, the emergency room was not crowded at all and Steve was called back within a few minutes. I fell asleep in the waiting room and was then called to come back to Steve. While we waiting for tests on his blood, we watched a fascinating PBS documentary on apples, followed by tulips, and then marijuana. It was late. <br /><br />Finally, the doctor came in to tell us his blood was normal and they needed to run more tests which included a cat scan. The doctor said it would take several hours to get that and the tests from that so I went home to catch a few hours of sleep and relieve our dear, sweet night baby sitter. <br /><br />At 7:45 am (Miles blissfully slept in), the phone rang. It was Steve. He has called to tell me he is being admitted to the hospital. The cat scan shows a gall stone and the doctors believe his gall bladder is infected. They are going to operate. "Don't worry", he tells me. "Go back to sleep". I can tell you right now that you cannot sleep after hearing news like that.<br /><br />As is usually the case, I had a big presentation I needed to give at work that I had to prepare so I got up and got Miles up and we went to work/school. I had been at school for one hour when my phone rang again. It was Steve. He tells me his surgery is at 3:00 pm. Please come to the hospital. Again, another dear friend was there to help me. I dropped off Miles car seat to her and called the daycare to let them know who was picking Miles up. My friend picked Miles up and took him to our house and made sure he was fed and cared for while Steve and I were at the hospital. Meanwhile, two more friends of ours headed over to the hospital to give Steve a blessing of health.<br /><br />I stayed with Steve until it came time for his surgery. Then another friend came to my aid and sat with me while Steve was in surgery so that I didn't have to be alone. Well, long story short, Steve's surgery went fine. They found a shone 1/2" in diameter and took out his gall bladder. I stayed at the hospital until Steve came back to his room and then went home to relieve my friends from their babysitting and to put my little boy to bed. I then called another friend to come sit with a sleeping Miles because Steve wanted me at the hospital. When I got there, he was tired and I was tired and we both spoke incoherent sentences. I left Steve at the hospital and went home for a good night's rest. I knew there would be recovery time but everything was going to be okay and I was going to start exercising again the next day.<br /><br />Unfortunately, due to all the stress and lack of sleep, I got a terrible head cold. Now here it is on Friday night. Steve is doing more every day, but he is still in pain and can't go out for very long. My cold is on the mend (thanks to another friend who came by after work on Thursday and picked Miles up so I could go to bed), and I know that even though I don't have family nearby, I have dear friends willing to drop their lives and come pick me up when I fall down and I have a Heavenly Father who cares about me and my family enough to put these people in my life when I need them most.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248135389785053038noreply@blogger.com5