tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70592014877995227992024-03-20T04:21:46.302-07:00life simplifiedmy attempt to make every moment matterKelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.comBlogger207125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-32674265965618395802012-08-11T20:22:00.000-07:002012-08-11T20:22:15.300-07:00Four months go by<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have been mute since April.... April which seems like four years ago, instead of four months. April before we partied with my new two-year old, before friends donated blood with us, before we had (pretend) tea, and dug up shells on the beach, and clapped when the whales jumped out of the water and drove 1500 miles to ride horses with Grandpa and eat ice cream with cousins. Yes, that was before kindergarten ended and concussions were had and heads stapled. I guess that for four months we have been piling up experiences - we have giggled and cried and had more than a few tantrums, and all of the sudden it is mid-August and summer isn't just ahead, but almost over. And while I am sick-to-death of Texas summer heat, I mourn the end of summer's late nights and schedule-less days, but mostly I mourn the hours that Katelin will soon be with Mrs. Somebody instead of home with us - eating popsicles, making trophies out of paper cups that say "#1 sister", selling lemonade, and playing pirates with Seth.<br />
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Katelin isn't too excited either, telling me, "I have a bad feeling about first grade." Even though I wanted to say, okay, stay home with me and be a pirate forever, I smiled and said, "It's gonna be great." I really hope those first-grade teachers don't make a liar out of me.Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-4324279753512044982012-04-12T19:14:00.002-07:002012-04-12T19:27:21.814-07:00Success<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirH1_PqEvl2qNkiEOZinm3o6y4fZwv5sT2H6o7znyYqyh2PIutmLM3abLgCCiHvJp94CvSEXj0PTxZ58BOgtLrPK0kbOt9ZY5VugcDj0u7YqKitKKE3RdbTzrplfpuUkBED317e0Z3TCrA/s1600/DSCF8059.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirH1_PqEvl2qNkiEOZinm3o6y4fZwv5sT2H6o7znyYqyh2PIutmLM3abLgCCiHvJp94CvSEXj0PTxZ58BOgtLrPK0kbOt9ZY5VugcDj0u7YqKitKKE3RdbTzrplfpuUkBED317e0Z3TCrA/s400/DSCF8059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730704229408334434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span >Lina plays in the dirt (I'm just happy she isn't eating it).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span >I guess I've given up on perfection... sometimes. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Today I'm just happy that I purchased groceries, that my kids played in the dirt (even if they didn't all make it to the tub tonight), and that, after two days, I finally managed to wash the pants and undies that were smelling up the laundry room. I guess it's the little things. Happy almost weekend.</span></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-40880897705521550852012-03-31T18:09:00.000-07:002012-03-31T18:49:17.165-07:00#533 - The sound of Trevor's brad nailer<div><i style="font-size: small; ">Inspired by this <a href="http://onethousandgifts.com/">book</a>, I made a <a href="http://kelliesmusings.blogspot.com/2011/05/simple-gratitude.html">goal</a> to count one thousand gifts in my life. I'll be sharing some of my list and insights with you as I go along this little journey.</i> </div><div><i style="font-size: small; "><br /></i></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigDW7QCc29dDS0NNPhgAKm5mAmiLWQswyYernv6GR1mvYKWIIfU0SQXBanP_0C_jfww44xpzHG7IkqXrMcxsGTkdkZnoi7wKa-Q2LaHmsozZMBR5He_UKhQuxYrBg6H1v1oYn2GvUVVJUP/s1600/288.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigDW7QCc29dDS0NNPhgAKm5mAmiLWQswyYernv6GR1mvYKWIIfU0SQXBanP_0C_jfww44xpzHG7IkqXrMcxsGTkdkZnoi7wKa-Q2LaHmsozZMBR5He_UKhQuxYrBg6H1v1oYn2GvUVVJUP/s400/288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726237277967815362" /></a>It is a late-night Saturday when I hear it. This o<span>ne project pulls at Trevor. He can't resist working on it. I don't blame him. I think <i>we</i> are more excited about it than the kids. I fantasize about all of the dreaming and playing and childhood that might happen inside these four walls. I wonder, if maybe, this house, with it's miniature doors and windows, might keep them small just a little longer... Or at least let them hold the magic of childhood while they can.</span> <div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGUbRKp19vDcxGbZvGV0mPsGvV6TH2C5j8zbeFNpk31G9uIeL1H7WCpC_JwuGavQilYKdsfGULaFuBZYg4hcgidjCaapXo8e2oA_JoeoL6iz_dTUd69oLLbbg39u0-tOJ7yS4KRgF5zb22/s1600/289.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGUbRKp19vDcxGbZvGV0mPsGvV6TH2C5j8zbeFNpk31G9uIeL1H7WCpC_JwuGavQilYKdsfGULaFuBZYg4hcgidjCaapXo8e2oA_JoeoL6iz_dTUd69oLLbbg39u0-tOJ7yS4KRgF5zb22/s400/289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726237272763554210" /></a>I hope so. I don't know. But when I hear the sound of the brad nailer, I'm thankful for it... and all of the magic that tool might bring. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJwZZViCC0aOwLpg6G6YPrzn0Ib5bjpJUbm9eRjKi9vnsgply1xc2HFZYaY7BRm3ilRW-8bdWynirKUPF7vgQpDMufgEAz7nPBwflJJX2rMVqUVaeAiG5CWvQ6mqabNF0DKbmE2sZL_5Tv/s1600/291.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJwZZViCC0aOwLpg6G6YPrzn0Ib5bjpJUbm9eRjKi9vnsgply1xc2HFZYaY7BRm3ilRW-8bdWynirKUPF7vgQpDMufgEAz7nPBwflJJX2rMVqUVaeAiG5CWvQ6mqabNF0DKbmE2sZL_5Tv/s400/291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726237267223571090" /></a></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-12127312541871013682012-03-12T13:43:00.005-07:002012-03-12T13:55:24.078-07:00Maybe doesn't always mean no...<div style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><br /></div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi09maeKpMVToUCbWUGO0bX8YCOFqM2MhyA3Ki-TZz4cb728QUO7CGaENI_IrK0VYTPx_unsBwYiRXCjJskrVQOYjzvZ_zdLlx1uPh0uW1Ohculh2KnANMSZfYdJD1gDvhmTzPPVaEFqi3k/s400/Flying_Squirrel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719115411504824658" /></span></span><div style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span><i>Trevor after I said, "Yes."<br />(Just kidding)</i></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><p style="text-align: left; margin-bottom: 0in; "><span >Sometime during my 24<sup>th</sup> year of life, I became known as the “maybe” girl. My hallmark line was from a song by Jack Johnson, “It seems to me that maybe, pretty much always means no.”</span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-bottom: 0in; "><span >My roommates and several of our friends loved to tease me about my inability to commit to anything. Movies with our friends upstairs? Game night at Dave's? Meeting up at Cafe Sabor? My response – Maybe. Maybe. And Maybe.</span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-bottom: 0in; "><span >In my case, however, maybe didn't always mean, no. For me it really meant maybe. I guess I'm someone who likes to think through things. Spontaneity is not my forte.</span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-bottom: 0in; "><span >So apparently, it was no surprise that when Trevor Budge, the new guy who was just starting to seem kind of extraordinary to me, showed up at Ro's birthday party inviting us all to Yellowstone for a weekend trip, my response, was, “Maybe.”</span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-bottom: 0in; "><span >I remember well mulling over the decision in my head. There was something about Trevor, but I wasn't really sure how I felt about him. I had plenty going on as a second-year junior high teacher, and I just wasn't sure I could afford a weekend away...</span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-bottom: 0in; "><span ><span><br />So, I did what I always do with decisions small and big. I prayed. The answer came to my mind,<i>How will you ever know about Trevor if you don't go?</i></span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-bottom: 0in; "><span >I called him the following morning (the day of the trip), “I'm coming.” I told him.</span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-bottom: 0in; "><span ><span>Trevor would later tell me how surprised and excited he was when he got that phone call. This time, maybe had become a yes... </span><span>And when he asked me to marry him two months later, I said, “Yes,” once again, this time, with no hesitations.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0in; "><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "><br /></span></p></div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwSQln303IdwLEQYtUM-wYqgQBcm0aP1chNr6HPAF70WX8DcydPcCgCpGq3ex0KIjI0u41SC5bYtPQN8AO_6RmyS2DNBZ_iyHqHYahxBvSH3_U1py1WbcYrkMSOT2sPuuyqJpm84UdLMd/s400/DSCF6394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719116145043440690" /></span></span><div style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span><i>Still no hesitations, eight years and six days later.</i></span></div><p style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; "><span><br /></span></p></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-54449938428371323782012-02-24T14:50:00.004-08:002012-02-24T15:37:03.716-08:00Don't we all need a break sometimes?<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">For the past few days, I've been alone on the parenting front, while Trevor was off on business. I had the kids all to myself. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2VRi1uOjNQv7YRXQXuwwUzXhXR9R1lMJLl05kLE17dyJcAMApHByz4SFT3jHAKXla0wMCj-15wL4wVmUGD4zdKWUsFlzehQHrNyDyMLDHcwTsvLCyYOwXYhBmuefDA6FLof46AdxXa1b/s1600/296.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2VRi1uOjNQv7YRXQXuwwUzXhXR9R1lMJLl05kLE17dyJcAMApHByz4SFT3jHAKXla0wMCj-15wL4wVmUGD4zdKWUsFlzehQHrNyDyMLDHcwTsvLCyYOwXYhBmuefDA6FLof46AdxXa1b/s400/296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712839064024798130" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">She's kind of irrestistible.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left; ">That meant that for three days, when I heard teasing, and crying, then screaming after school, the kids were all mine.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">It meant when a whiney toddler cried because her granola bar was broken, she was all mine.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">And, when a certain almost-four year old wandered into my bedroom at 5:53a.m. wide awake, he was all mine. Let's just say these past two days haven't been bliss.... which is what makes the complete silence at my house, so completely blissful just now.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVq7uWUDNxvlIr8G0yVDTLOBuyX5OpxGTDiBxDWjmngcLq6Ui_808_Nq5Y143yfkh0vFoV_p0lz4Q-sTmmFlhbw8hJWp8oWzTZ7RzfxjhXzJfIHXOeAdP4RZdoDRQ1Xd2tgE_H4aUl5mpi/s1600/245.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVq7uWUDNxvlIr8G0yVDTLOBuyX5OpxGTDiBxDWjmngcLq6Ui_808_Nq5Y143yfkh0vFoV_p0lz4Q-sTmmFlhbw8hJWp8oWzTZ7RzfxjhXzJfIHXOeAdP4RZdoDRQ1Xd2tgE_H4aUl5mpi/s400/245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712839059310955938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A happy artist.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left; ">Mostly I like Lina's constant chatter, Seth's romping around, and Katelin bossing both of them, but I have to admit, there is nothing like a little break.</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left; "><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46GhD6Mmjc0v8pi0uLSYrrk0JoUq7NTmCnVKI7NyvebBMtHDVzcoIVhSM6xBWtUohn3WZV9ztg8u_qgKRTYzG_d3HnZREA_Iz4CLn6UZaXnw_PriLydNZ_J2ICP7YSqxZUFksqwDB8Xni/s1600/304.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46GhD6Mmjc0v8pi0uLSYrrk0JoUq7NTmCnVKI7NyvebBMtHDVzcoIVhSM6xBWtUohn3WZV9ztg8u_qgKRTYzG_d3HnZREA_Iz4CLn6UZaXnw_PriLydNZ_J2ICP7YSqxZUFksqwDB8Xni/s400/304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712839054221635234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sethie puts on his pirate face, while dog sports a peg leg and a hook on his hand.</div></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-84642408210032840892012-01-12T14:46:00.000-08:002012-01-12T14:49:05.564-08:00What's for Dinner...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3D8Entsju_CJXTkS8HHPnMRWWPUJP7Np90PqxQ1wvlNRYj7phx_edTUjqb3d2fI__MyVNsfiDdnBSlzNpBmMl5fNfW_-l8AEo8l4hPFueWCTyjh4eaqmmrQ3EwV76F4-U6yn3ds_xDRMH/s1600/What%2527s+for+Dinner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3D8Entsju_CJXTkS8HHPnMRWWPUJP7Np90PqxQ1wvlNRYj7phx_edTUjqb3d2fI__MyVNsfiDdnBSlzNpBmMl5fNfW_-l8AEo8l4hPFueWCTyjh4eaqmmrQ3EwV76F4-U6yn3ds_xDRMH/s400/What%2527s+for+Dinner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696881075898563714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Trevor snapped this at Barnes and Noble. Should we be worried?</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-64914463251452831702012-01-07T10:56:00.000-08:002012-01-07T11:06:06.359-08:00A year ago...<div>This page is really in need of an update, so here is something, just so I have something new to look at -my kids, one year ago. At the end of 2011, I don't look back and see any monumental accomplishments or goals I have achieved, but I must have done something because, look at the change in my kids. Hope you are all enjoying the new year. Maybe I'll start blogging again sometime.<br /><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuOMTuGEaRO58DWAUMxLvgMgud1r5qsuu3zsL6KSJDVo_mSxi60LuWul5LYV6pB3lpMfMfv8RplNtNu0z64b3Die3Vb3X2egi4Zw1nb4uzW_kJBKfTRyMfmjemAFYq2AXomLrot0S7Qqsk/s400/331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694966984721292978" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">A year ago, she was barely crawling, learning pat-a-cake and winning us over with her smiles. Now she is running, digging, begging for candy, and talking nonstop.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCGLdFeQiUrgFuEZH6_2G2DIJZKyaOSFNLEh3OK_VlqmP02ENkchBisv4JDvp97vECLH0H597cNvai7-d1snbGdJNe-HOiAMgHm5aYvju3wQw2MEWv65X1vX9pHiRuknbtIfefvL4kRRf8/s1600/606.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCGLdFeQiUrgFuEZH6_2G2DIJZKyaOSFNLEh3OK_VlqmP02ENkchBisv4JDvp97vECLH0H597cNvai7-d1snbGdJNe-HOiAMgHm5aYvju3wQw2MEWv65X1vX9pHiRuknbtIfefvL4kRRf8/s400/606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694966987733878562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A year ago, Katelin had just started at a new preschool, and loved it. Now she is reading constantly and writing full-blown stories.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love this picture of Seth. In some ways, he is exactly the same, but his speaking has evolved so much. He knows the alphabet, he is climbing higher and jumping farther at the playground, and in many ways, he isn't quite the little baby he was a year ago.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-3921457924822674622011-11-23T12:49:00.000-08:002011-11-23T13:27:56.311-08:00#485 - Katelin calls her nose a sniffer<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><i>Inspired by this <a href="http://onethousandgifts.com/" style="text-align: left; ">book</a>, I recently made a <a href="http://kelliesmusings.blogspot.com/2011/05/simple-gratitude.html" style="text-align: left; ">goal</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "> to count one thousand gifts in my life. I'll be sharing some of my list and insights with you as I go along this little journey.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkp7JN9GoD-v6Iru73cc8mrF5jAsjCe-BmkLXWZ0WRQfDHqLr72340CV8Ykv65VVrAkyTHgoNEJO8U2ZhH0qQBA-H6RUEwG3Y6vYJ1_u05MvVUJ6TVGG7QOb2clVpsf4nZBTSdQOeneV7/s1600/DSCF6432.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkp7JN9GoD-v6Iru73cc8mrF5jAsjCe-BmkLXWZ0WRQfDHqLr72340CV8Ykv65VVrAkyTHgoNEJO8U2ZhH0qQBA-H6RUEwG3Y6vYJ1_u05MvVUJ6TVGG7QOb2clVpsf4nZBTSdQOeneV7/s400/DSCF6432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678305791451267010" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Feeling pretty thankful for these people</span></i></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >"Extraordinary moments often masquerade as ordinary life."</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.ahaparenting.com/_blog/Parenting_Blog/post/I_hope_you_aren't_aiming_for_a_perfect_Thanksgiving/"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Dr. Laura Markham</span></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I keep trying to find words to express how I grateful I am for today. For this day that promised to be too much -- too much grocery shopping, too much baking, too much laundry, too much packing.</div><div><br /></div><div>What it has proved to be is me recruiting my kids to gather acorns, lots of acorns, in front of Old Navy. It is me laughing out loud when Katelin said, "My sniffer isn't doing to good." It is the kids putting Christmas presents together, then fighting, but then playing in the mud in my rugged back yard. And something about all of this wells up in me until I can't help but feel overcome with how blessed I am.<br /><br />Tomorrow, there is much to give thanks for here.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><i><br /></i></div></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-63020798628942440962011-11-18T11:19:00.000-08:002011-11-18T11:47:55.030-08:00A fall tradition<div>A few weeks ago, Trevor and the kids made our annual visit to <a href="http://www.sweetberryfarm.com/">Sweet Berry Farm</a> for all of their fall activities. I was out of town celebrating a friend's birthday and missed out on all of the fun.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZykbYBG8iY3_hRR7QD7KnsUtzgRCWHNgzucf4g_gwWU0UmpgZKLK56q_P2CfYiQwJKpWbtLhBNF3WkIkxS7PojhTuui-lv7HpoknP2c-Wy5YaKMuK1UoO9Cv0R5JjDnQG-6wJAizHxSCY/s1600/DSCF6201.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZykbYBG8iY3_hRR7QD7KnsUtzgRCWHNgzucf4g_gwWU0UmpgZKLK56q_P2CfYiQwJKpWbtLhBNF3WkIkxS7PojhTuui-lv7HpoknP2c-Wy5YaKMuK1UoO9Cv0R5JjDnQG-6wJAizHxSCY/s400/DSCF6201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676420426962647874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Seth's highlight is always riding the horses. Takes after Grandpa I guess...<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbsv5OC022L1WkesW7gRuYxZFukAY-SMfq0zVis19vCfW1KpR1QpDp9IUDJtUB7Y5zMPoH56qQoZnVuYGk5ZZ0TkS3a7T4JcnCq2AzbKiGUQG9wyOiXvTDS6UuJvwZAmo6XBu_8h630Q-/s1600/DSCF6200.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbsv5OC022L1WkesW7gRuYxZFukAY-SMfq0zVis19vCfW1KpR1QpDp9IUDJtUB7Y5zMPoH56qQoZnVuYGk5ZZ0TkS3a7T4JcnCq2AzbKiGUQG9wyOiXvTDS6UuJvwZAmo6XBu_8h630Q-/s400/DSCF6200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676420422694074594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">While Seth is so comfortable on a horse, Katelin is a little more timid. I love how she's holding tight in this shot.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPltXCYU1PG2XzRPvzk9Z7mpcvWRlVJk9yAdNDr-Xts7kbBScRUhSGPREeM4gv33bELQ4HQicuT0nbwTec-yy24V_545mOPr_Rq2CkoyYK-c5rxYyIjKjloDJ75QDvI4b71rLAFNCYbMTX/s1600/DSCF6180.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPltXCYU1PG2XzRPvzk9Z7mpcvWRlVJk9yAdNDr-Xts7kbBScRUhSGPREeM4gv33bELQ4HQicuT0nbwTec-yy24V_545mOPr_Rq2CkoyYK-c5rxYyIjKjloDJ75QDvI4b71rLAFNCYbMTX/s400/DSCF6180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676420403739227186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Of course, feeding the horses is fun too.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibwKlB7TwX7SAto9RgInPqKLcdaPSteJhNhbtr_Zbginn4jtqmOTJYoi4zJqNYFF7w_gYCz4TUqGCJrPzstguo419S0tmo0qPh26NPYYcC-JNLuFDEnK7Pf124Io3FBhBLwVrzuGm0QWXW/s1600/DSCF6162.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4cOW2WOCCpjM-RL7ePlYs4cfEfHcZAAbjsLcOyNKjFInwzEP2dUBPngmfpD2XSZYf2_2mAHK9eK_yzxaJbpcHSDOTvhy61_L9_40BKSRr8u2fhw16nk9niKMv6tuRJlhiPcC57Mq8qGEC/s1600/DSCF6118.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4cOW2WOCCpjM-RL7ePlYs4cfEfHcZAAbjsLcOyNKjFInwzEP2dUBPngmfpD2XSZYf2_2mAHK9eK_yzxaJbpcHSDOTvhy61_L9_40BKSRr8u2fhw16nk9niKMv6tuRJlhiPcC57Mq8qGEC/s400/DSCF6118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676420375204478978" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Katelin's highlight is cutting flowers. She is so thoughtful about putting her bouquet together.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw9Jtdi0FsZOnBRyo9jlOM86ZZyx9vW5nnv83sO4eYLwXlm5PDys7X_U7fIMLDaGTmPCuOhHUrDJstoX2m4K4wOiMtUiPnOKlqx66eNEJCpdDTp3tSAkWHLWOcCgKFYH5i9cuoZqWYxeIf/s1600/DSCF6162.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw9Jtdi0FsZOnBRyo9jlOM86ZZyx9vW5nnv83sO4eYLwXlm5PDys7X_U7fIMLDaGTmPCuOhHUrDJstoX2m4K4wOiMtUiPnOKlqx66eNEJCpdDTp3tSAkWHLWOcCgKFYH5i9cuoZqWYxeIf/s400/DSCF6162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676419026964021970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">For now, Lina is just happy to be along for the ride.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGwHTg25UYR0J_XznB0dT7lNwNLJRLs6TG3WOs2HMkMnrN7wRvOxuADruLo5cjqEE3bF4mQu5VvjN99NZdF_WA6ymi1QFPFV2NWU3WWE-3rNQGeFlitQjfTTnwPLETqHjYV-KOghRruFQ/s1600/DSCF6147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGwHTg25UYR0J_XznB0dT7lNwNLJRLs6TG3WOs2HMkMnrN7wRvOxuADruLo5cjqEE3bF4mQu5VvjN99NZdF_WA6ymi1QFPFV2NWU3WWE-3rNQGeFlitQjfTTnwPLETqHjYV-KOghRruFQ/s400/DSCF6147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676419008742814066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Seth enjoys cutting some flowers, too... In his police hat of course.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAM1ZJ7DnOz4rcqmDkGtVPBUMXrOeb7HPNts4g7aif77XMv2WrI7Qda8tU0FMUR2z5DB-65lVmEl1GE0eodbQx2EgUQD9BSLUrR4H4FZKGTuEuXWHzJKYZToUtFVKV6fNPxZB9SrM5d45Y/s1600/DSCF6150.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAM1ZJ7DnOz4rcqmDkGtVPBUMXrOeb7HPNts4g7aif77XMv2WrI7Qda8tU0FMUR2z5DB-65lVmEl1GE0eodbQx2EgUQD9BSLUrR4H4FZKGTuEuXWHzJKYZToUtFVKV6fNPxZB9SrM5d45Y/s400/DSCF6150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676418989328612466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I missed going along this year... driving a little over an hour out of Austin to where the world is a little bit quieter is good for a person...</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-89447741925804057182011-11-15T11:29:00.000-08:002011-11-15T11:46:24.100-08:00# 432 - Six year old giggles<div><i style="font-size: small; ">Inspired by this <a href="http://onethousandgifts.com/">book</a>, I recently made a <a href="http://kelliesmusings.blogspot.com/2011/05/simple-gratitude.html">goal</a> to count one thousand gifts in my life. I'll be sharing some of my list and insights with you as I go along this little journey.</i></div><div><i style="font-size: small; "><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_97cYPhIkfzpcpi4PpCZVLqPq1BgkXAAMrAFG6_KYzU5lQof-E8E2ZQvFJgWS4JRh7mhvSQf4d6JR_ZClCO2i44TIh67J_UvrXbWQM2kdcunEOnH0eHazB5DMVHIXAu4ASFLbdOkjKjfg/s1600/DSCF6405.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_97cYPhIkfzpcpi4PpCZVLqPq1BgkXAAMrAFG6_KYzU5lQof-E8E2ZQvFJgWS4JRh7mhvSQf4d6JR_ZClCO2i44TIh67J_UvrXbWQM2kdcunEOnH0eHazB5DMVHIXAu4ASFLbdOkjKjfg/s400/DSCF6405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675308307418697298" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">A little girl on a swing is enough to remind me.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBnUzlC2gQWD-YN-YamAbh21W7hvnzQtz2Mg1eYUc-8KN0-0I4EN2c_QP4albbFrbCFFnvGrIOq-xmf5TNK1z_jIO4ir4aQTcGCEV7klz8_f-PrQf97J-4fWNmfQGrPv5loe2tCpbj7en/s1600/DSCF6406.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBnUzlC2gQWD-YN-YamAbh21W7hvnzQtz2Mg1eYUc-8KN0-0I4EN2c_QP4albbFrbCFFnvGrIOq-xmf5TNK1z_jIO4ir4aQTcGCEV7klz8_f-PrQf97J-4fWNmfQGrPv5loe2tCpbj7en/s400/DSCF6406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675308301118583202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Life is sooo very good.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQax-CKKKZCAPoGHqFtGMaJbOT2OzyurW76YzO0Q-fC6hbkeuTycncT0w2M3NTtKlhocrlA9RlNRPC2PkQS3t_DvdLYPx0rtKdgy2AksC5GnppDmW0NtyCtBuSTHBpjjRPlB0M2UBzZXZ-/s1600/DSCF6408.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQax-CKKKZCAPoGHqFtGMaJbOT2OzyurW76YzO0Q-fC6hbkeuTycncT0w2M3NTtKlhocrlA9RlNRPC2PkQS3t_DvdLYPx0rtKdgy2AksC5GnppDmW0NtyCtBuSTHBpjjRPlB0M2UBzZXZ-/s400/DSCF6408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675308293437100098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Chock full of surprises and laughter and joy...<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32jB924qWpDq7aA1OIn7FJdpTTNtCT73b-eYzkFkK7gW8dnpeCxEmaZybmP5N9aaVh2hKRg9uEcBAklKs_uPK8Nf9I7LD0BzDAVW0va1N8fAC3su5bcIUWaXxgBQr9dNCOKF3PMnhDlos/s1600/DSCF6410.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32jB924qWpDq7aA1OIn7FJdpTTNtCT73b-eYzkFkK7gW8dnpeCxEmaZybmP5N9aaVh2hKRg9uEcBAklKs_uPK8Nf9I7LD0BzDAVW0va1N8fAC3su5bcIUWaXxgBQr9dNCOKF3PMnhDlos/s400/DSCF6410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675308281562501202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Stuff that is easy to miss if you don't slow down and take note.</div></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-5851827306550376982011-11-05T10:31:00.000-07:002011-11-05T11:03:46.913-07:00I love/hate HalloweenExcept for Halloween carnivals, gory Halloween decor and celebrations that start two weeks before the actual holiday, I really do enjoy Halloween. Who doesn't love to see cute kids in cute costumes roaming the streets after dark? Well, I sure do. I also love visiting the neighbors we love, and the neighbors we haven't ever met and winning them over with my adorable kids. Here is this years line-up.<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCng_GzbPpBe_AMnjqEQfksPcYMM2GCvgTQlYEzgIE6b56g4UTN4jrJgtGEf5JBJbKJrmwFDIEIaKP8CGiuABueraGhz2FWAU6PSpNk4FVRRrsWJn5j7jh4W0mcQk8CApUkUk-HP8iLr2b/s1600/DSCF6259.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCng_GzbPpBe_AMnjqEQfksPcYMM2GCvgTQlYEzgIE6b56g4UTN4jrJgtGEf5JBJbKJrmwFDIEIaKP8CGiuABueraGhz2FWAU6PSpNk4FVRRrsWJn5j7jh4W0mcQk8CApUkUk-HP8iLr2b/s400/DSCF6259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671571508953839490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">First-up - Mermaid Katelin. We doctored her 2nd hand mermaid costume with an old leotard. Much more comfy than the original top and cute to boot.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlSkl_j6NtsxK-HLDYtpzZrMpn7rmZKo83IK0o-oyzdWC0TZdc8NjtcbwTu7SlOEe_hxMuva6I1vfLR-V5mFHyc2jwjfYbAnUazgRYN9w-0C_R1f7vOasvtQRsBMH6XxlvfwnmQVh9JoC3/s1600/DSCF6276.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlSkl_j6NtsxK-HLDYtpzZrMpn7rmZKo83IK0o-oyzdWC0TZdc8NjtcbwTu7SlOEe_hxMuva6I1vfLR-V5mFHyc2jwjfYbAnUazgRYN9w-0C_R1f7vOasvtQRsBMH6XxlvfwnmQVh9JoC3/s400/DSCF6276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671571499465449858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Pirate Seth was hard to pin down. He never stops moving for a picture. His costume was fashioned from a woman's white blouse, a brown woman's sleeveless shirt, and some red fabric. I did a lot of cutting to pull this together, but he was pleased.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvSNoekEPsUb1B6awBIBA00DWhiIs1MNyi4jewq3oisu62CasAca9I6Y3l6LX4LQsuuaxOOtg3OftjZxFd7D0FFhPVatvuusVC42QBosj7A_Xii1uA6nHDLppcTFHZiBPTJ7kwEp4IrZU/s1600/DSCF6234.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvSNoekEPsUb1B6awBIBA00DWhiIs1MNyi4jewq3oisu62CasAca9I6Y3l6LX4LQsuuaxOOtg3OftjZxFd7D0FFhPVatvuusVC42QBosj7A_Xii1uA6nHDLppcTFHZiBPTJ7kwEp4IrZU/s400/DSCF6234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671571483657197794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Finally we have bunny rabbit Lina. Someone gave us this little costume which <a href="http://kelliesmusings.blogspot.com/2011/05/speaking-of-birthdays.html">Katelin </a>likes to wear on occasion. Here Lina is showing us how you can do yoga in this costume, because it is so comfy.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqRxmTmuMjRe-LFI7BT6zlo_ZddJ4JALM0WuQpc-FhwhZy-Voa0LjC1_ijvIbG7J8ksS50e-fvNZ5VUH4CH8aAFi1eJezU1UkZRPug7aPHvW5SCaDZmbuSoP-I6w_UMKx_oS5jf-XYrWn/s1600/DSCF6274.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqRxmTmuMjRe-LFI7BT6zlo_ZddJ4JALM0WuQpc-FhwhZy-Voa0LjC1_ijvIbG7J8ksS50e-fvNZ5VUH4CH8aAFi1eJezU1UkZRPug7aPHvW5SCaDZmbuSoP-I6w_UMKx_oS5jf-XYrWn/s400/DSCF6274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671571482995166466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And finally the whole crew, with Grandma (my mom), who flew in for the Halloween festivities. Don't mind the pirate dance... he is just celebrating all of his pirate loot.</div></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-53474707666061857772011-10-27T11:07:00.000-07:002011-10-27T11:28:19.479-07:00Two months later...<div>In the <a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm?lang=eng">Book of Mormon</a> the prophet Jacob writes, "our lives passed away as it were like unto us a dream." For some reason, that resonates with me. Life slips away so quickly. Katelin started kindergarten... two months ago. What happened to those two months? What happened to the last six years? It has just slipped quietly by, and I have barely had time to notice and acknowledge the passing. So today, I'm stopping to try and recapture that first day of kindergarten.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi39qX76wCzDBJlTuvGtAYo1IuTNJmcEc5Z130KHPQR4r7q4NfYoCbkkS-JJ9sXMPABGXBmYZRH1pPpOuI8qe1YcZKoxaOwD6opd9mtom5T5v5p02s3fCuhACWd0cSbwkV0Gvnk9Xr5r83E/s1600/DSCF5650.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi39qX76wCzDBJlTuvGtAYo1IuTNJmcEc5Z130KHPQR4r7q4NfYoCbkkS-JJ9sXMPABGXBmYZRH1pPpOuI8qe1YcZKoxaOwD6opd9mtom5T5v5p02s3fCuhACWd0cSbwkV0Gvnk9Xr5r83E/s400/DSCF5650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668236403518898674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Due to some timing issues with our house, we were five days away from moving when Katelin started kinder. Yes, this is not what child psychologists would advise, but life isn't always perfect.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuyTc3RAeZRPHM5VT4-zT9iS3Z_QAa2ejS8ZzUdCH2QO9q3R6rFtzHLj6JiS4DqT7knXR5F6_2_CtBPvWRQOqwCm2la-do74n8lO4cO0SXeMSbl6J9yux_B5lYwUU6mK5NRysdi91GRi75/s1600/DSCF5647.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuyTc3RAeZRPHM5VT4-zT9iS3Z_QAa2ejS8ZzUdCH2QO9q3R6rFtzHLj6JiS4DqT7knXR5F6_2_CtBPvWRQOqwCm2la-do74n8lO4cO0SXeMSbl6J9yux_B5lYwUU6mK5NRysdi91GRi75/s400/DSCF5647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668236396459068546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">For the first five days of school, Katelin left around 6:45am to commute to school (literally) and arrive in time for the 7:45 morning meeting. This meant breakfast was usually eaten in the car (see it packed and ready to go on the counter).<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRIsyZ6LJqO7U-_N8MY20RyHI405tgp2hI31oc1c41IN3g1Bkl4LkM5iFhmiRZIa41C-c-bcoD5LcuiL_OwjiitAbl94GVZ_NBrL0tnkLtwz-kcHePWDKdMqlEE3ehHAgq4CukrGp6NKN/s1600/DSCF5666.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRIsyZ6LJqO7U-_N8MY20RyHI405tgp2hI31oc1c41IN3g1Bkl4LkM5iFhmiRZIa41C-c-bcoD5LcuiL_OwjiitAbl94GVZ_NBrL0tnkLtwz-kcHePWDKdMqlEE3ehHAgq4CukrGp6NKN/s400/DSCF5666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668236393226113906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> I drove Katelin to school that first morning. Here she is pretending to look traumatized.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-BO9xzcjWE0q_bQWhpKNseEWQ8_3Bn4268YMfwN1m6vfXjrDi6PwZJ-LLwGli7bX7qO4W3Dra62xtEDQZJOY21-Ze_O0YxFh5sDDPRFzQp-ji5pt713AF4xYVoYmhfYZyMK5UimZPshh/s1600/DSCF5653.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-BO9xzcjWE0q_bQWhpKNseEWQ8_3Bn4268YMfwN1m6vfXjrDi6PwZJ-LLwGli7bX7qO4W3Dra62xtEDQZJOY21-Ze_O0YxFh5sDDPRFzQp-ji5pt713AF4xYVoYmhfYZyMK5UimZPshh/s400/DSCF5653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668236388053018050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This picture more accurately portrays how she felt. Anxious, excited and ready for something new.</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-55144313861115783842011-10-25T11:55:00.000-07:002011-10-25T12:08:38.336-07:00Rain... finally<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A couple of weekends ago, we finally saw some rain. My kids were giddy.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhprRO8WOmhHvgB_pNJ8VhK6TFMtn1fdLC7mV7uZ_itPC8-WvrtgNegyKdBOb4u2ZBUg_5HUNpake0z_3cziVsP3lypqMIGMXp-Z1T8Otn8lE431PXnHQEllO-ZDHBiL6VFZJzvqPigPsFj/s1600/DSCF6057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhprRO8WOmhHvgB_pNJ8VhK6TFMtn1fdLC7mV7uZ_itPC8-WvrtgNegyKdBOb4u2ZBUg_5HUNpake0z_3cziVsP3lypqMIGMXp-Z1T8Otn8lE431PXnHQEllO-ZDHBiL6VFZJzvqPigPsFj/s400/DSCF6057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667506245274324034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Two weeks later, the grass is greener, the trees are taller, flowers are in bloom. It is amazing what one rainstorm can do.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGg4_SvcONiyBrScMUS8v7EnrfFGBxHRE3nZ1c7OH7qOD1hr3ddlE_e27vj6RBMH7XWfPY7BPQnb8KVn5NivEEgK25fOixgL4hplQ4md3cNNjLLaMaflKRXjj6yDj3ryf_DA6nHyzlQx3/s1600/DSCF6062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGg4_SvcONiyBrScMUS8v7EnrfFGBxHRE3nZ1c7OH7qOD1hr3ddlE_e27vj6RBMH7XWfPY7BPQnb8KVn5NivEEgK25fOixgL4hplQ4md3cNNjLLaMaflKRXjj6yDj3ryf_DA6nHyzlQx3/s400/DSCF6062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667506235032875538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It's strange, I have lots of memories of adults talking about drought conditions as a kid, but I have never seen a drought like this one. Or maybe I just see drought differently through adult eyes.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjeiGlxQl6X1Oxmo7zG-QUyTmK2v-mKxuB9Sak5AXEZ3sjijC_GWx6qKxRXUasGSHXHjX2iautO31OC3Bf9kE7y5grWSGuK1tHDcVGqnJ0wqXr-Ple0agFkXRd96_QshteCszkDWFX3s5B/s1600/DSCF6049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjeiGlxQl6X1Oxmo7zG-QUyTmK2v-mKxuB9Sak5AXEZ3sjijC_GWx6qKxRXUasGSHXHjX2iautO31OC3Bf9kE7y5grWSGuK1tHDcVGqnJ0wqXr-Ple0agFkXRd96_QshteCszkDWFX3s5B/s400/DSCF6049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667506229294574802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I'm just hoping we can break out the rainboots again, really soon.</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-22208646982698320962011-10-13T11:19:00.000-07:002011-10-13T11:31:26.397-07:00Hello Fall!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7tPuH4nDgxnfumYWL3yTQq3Lw2_x6OpMwxs538AFQuY51u9TxsMn2A2KJMop-c-_KQDec27GWHWNs1l9yyW16bpNHju4cBusizRYDOS9HC6TCpxdkpQ5xAvnChC65wMwoxPcM5m4XEVir/s1600/DSCF6095.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7tPuH4nDgxnfumYWL3yTQq3Lw2_x6OpMwxs538AFQuY51u9TxsMn2A2KJMop-c-_KQDec27GWHWNs1l9yyW16bpNHju4cBusizRYDOS9HC6TCpxdkpQ5xAvnChC65wMwoxPcM5m4XEVir/s400/DSCF6095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663043342195883538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Pot of Gourds...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For a long time I haven't done much by way of holiday decor, but for some reason, this year, I've had the itch to bring a little bit of fall to our house. Maybe it is because we don't really have much of a fall here in Austin, and it really is my favorite season. Sigh.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, this morning I finally finished my fall arrangement (inspiration <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/274704/fall-decor-crafts#/210069">here</a>, thanks Martha) and I'm hoping it will make up for our dead grass and dismal yard. This is how I put this beauty together for seven dollars.<br /><br /><ol><li>Spray painted the old pot that was left on my front porch when we moved in. (Pot - free / Spray paint - free from another project)</li><li>Filled pot with potting soil (potting soil leftovers - free)</li><li>Used a fall garland to wrap around and underneath the pumpkins (Garland - $2 at Goodwill)</li><li>Piled gourds and pumpkins on top ($5 at Sprouts)</li></ol><div>It's not exactly Martha's version, but I'm happy with it and it has put me in a pretty good mood. Or maybe I'm just happy because I am flying towards fall weather tomorrow. Whatever the reason, I hope you are enjoying your fall, wherever you are.</div></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-39685628088461755842011-10-12T12:18:00.000-07:002011-10-12T12:32:30.896-07:00Gearing up...<div style="text-align: center;">We've been practicing. My kids have loads of dress-ups; so many that I only allow about 1/3 of them to be out at a time, but they sure do enjoy trying out all of those roles.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmBTWhslbp2pmve5X4UML4Z2DlX1BE-cyG849rTSWNW0wTDQxRO_YaulTaq0q7FMKhAB2XBB6YAEbcbJAoWw0L_hy6dkeFj6HaU8FLdX8Lw-GHUwVhTRMkHh9U2naS6f3YOfv19rbwTjG/s1600/DSCF5857.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmBTWhslbp2pmve5X4UML4Z2DlX1BE-cyG849rTSWNW0wTDQxRO_YaulTaq0q7FMKhAB2XBB6YAEbcbJAoWw0L_hy6dkeFj6HaU8FLdX8Lw-GHUwVhTRMkHh9U2naS6f3YOfv19rbwTjG/s400/DSCF5857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662688251736094050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I have been put in jail many times.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPKSjCr1mbmNZwTuXwLvOMIQdi864axpBKhDuSW9a2hW8w1_J3Q6Erl_gV5dJZo91rzSIvbiH7-P3_7jAwA7iEcTBI4Jf2vdLE8eJMvHU3qNEDezsfv680164YsP0YLvZ2leHddTyGxhRj/s1600/DSCF5834.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPKSjCr1mbmNZwTuXwLvOMIQdi864axpBKhDuSW9a2hW8w1_J3Q6Erl_gV5dJZo91rzSIvbiH7-P3_7jAwA7iEcTBI4Jf2vdLE8eJMvHU3qNEDezsfv680164YsP0YLvZ2leHddTyGxhRj/s400/DSCF5834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662688246929946146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lina is catching on to the cowboy/girl thing...<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGmQp0qv9uPTq5KWJ8bNPX5gzbb4yDDP36SRSqC2o1gPWlsdTuUREdB9quylVgq0LBitf75A7Rym3a8KnoUqZJOwl89LfJd-vNKa_Ur83rEapal4ENuc5TvmSBE_YUMDvja0EsP19VGWB/s1600/DSCF5801.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGmQp0qv9uPTq5KWJ8bNPX5gzbb4yDDP36SRSqC2o1gPWlsdTuUREdB9quylVgq0LBitf75A7Rym3a8KnoUqZJOwl89LfJd-vNKa_Ur83rEapal4ENuc5TvmSBE_YUMDvja0EsP19VGWB/s400/DSCF5801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662688236581004226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">That is one scary gorilla.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCi4WwthSrwXo_8QFrdH42FRmiTatW_hLyQVbzx7MIfGUwSIDCrJqpq5s2eEzpWYuy-fd0fJ2cxnq7lcOAtMCr7A2Jj6Kq2OMS3lBm0OCXAVPgEP3TyiXimdzLXzvMIGzHB2IMQshmnc-O/s1600/DSCF5799.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCi4WwthSrwXo_8QFrdH42FRmiTatW_hLyQVbzx7MIfGUwSIDCrJqpq5s2eEzpWYuy-fd0fJ2cxnq7lcOAtMCr7A2Jj6Kq2OMS3lBm0OCXAVPgEP3TyiXimdzLXzvMIGzHB2IMQshmnc-O/s400/DSCF5799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662688229595496690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And how about a little bunny rabbit? Most of these costumes will stay home on Halloween night. We are just warming up.</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-8628357492392988842011-10-07T10:35:00.000-07:002011-10-07T11:00:40.722-07:00#384 - Park Days<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 61, 113); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Inspired by this<a href="http://onethousandgifts.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(33, 145, 244); "><a href="http://onethousandgifts.com/">book</a></span>, I recently made a <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://kelliesmusings.blogspot.com/2011/05/simple-gratitude.html">goal</a></span></span> to count one thousand gifts in my life. I'll be sharing some of my list and insights with you as I go along this little journey.</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 61, 113); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></span></div><div>In the chaos of moving, my listing notebook went into a box and my counting project went on hold. I got out of the habit of counting and found myself in the mire of unsettled kids, unopened boxes, and too much frustration. This isn't a good place to be...</div><div><br /></div><div>I finally cracked open the book a couple of weeks ago. I am slowly remembering, once again, to notice the giggles... the breeze... the taste of a beautiful meal. It feels so good to breathe all of the goodness in. Counting is refreshing, and nothing reminds me of how blessed I am like a trip to the park. Simple, beautiful, joyful. Doesn't get a lot better than this.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTFpLVMy6abrHowDlsMCFTX7zc00RApSOKqAw6cDwe_Dm3ja2poEZddElBqcaOHnpaKEZCqrbVSPVfrviQxCIwzmftxnsu3QEhRW8ZqkAWa0oClgwhQg3BH_Hr1lEzsvTW3MFgVIGvI1c7/s1600/025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTFpLVMy6abrHowDlsMCFTX7zc00RApSOKqAw6cDwe_Dm3ja2poEZddElBqcaOHnpaKEZCqrbVSPVfrviQxCIwzmftxnsu3QEhRW8ZqkAWa0oClgwhQg3BH_Hr1lEzsvTW3MFgVIGvI1c7/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660807159031269298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lina loves her some swinging... "Weee. weee. weee," she calls and never wants to get out. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3hBpF9pNKykiqIzj85ySHKG0QhTqgQFJVwUKlnYBxQjSZZulx5ydE8y4lDws8c9YOzq8ESzbFwpzaiD9T39_P-3MITDzDxNUtdkyp6DNTVzLxqYuEMNVAePp-kqXcmmqj2f0AGtvOLVr/s1600/008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3hBpF9pNKykiqIzj85ySHKG0QhTqgQFJVwUKlnYBxQjSZZulx5ydE8y4lDws8c9YOzq8ESzbFwpzaiD9T39_P-3MITDzDxNUtdkyp6DNTVzLxqYuEMNVAePp-kqXcmmqj2f0AGtvOLVr/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660807153829939426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Apparently I love pushing Lina in the swing just as much.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamZGnTJwIoIxAOhoYj_Z79bzhnQBZGR-xo9p1-kK6LApHwpj-lbSavDDuBSGokfDJsObTnCUo8Nu4myPzbLSKxJ2NEaINgs6HotsTVD3xsIFJU6yldre6Mpuoc1Iz6N_2O890CCTGLh2r/s1600/043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamZGnTJwIoIxAOhoYj_Z79bzhnQBZGR-xo9p1-kK6LApHwpj-lbSavDDuBSGokfDJsObTnCUo8Nu4myPzbLSKxJ2NEaINgs6HotsTVD3xsIFJU6yldre6Mpuoc1Iz6N_2O890CCTGLh2r/s400/043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660807150335549746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">One little boy + one pirate patch = happiness.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQcwzWAx3Yc-t79cZesfZzPAdi0lFXm4bbv45k4vQAB0n75tHacpKhzVDSgYhQLcKcah3fZWT59FXolgyOIUbah9S5Op9VFnkpR0eEkywoEKPAWvtw-NbxL5-FM0NI_cbRtI5Epcehl7i/s1600/051.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQcwzWAx3Yc-t79cZesfZzPAdi0lFXm4bbv45k4vQAB0n75tHacpKhzVDSgYhQLcKcah3fZWT59FXolgyOIUbah9S5Op9VFnkpR0eEkywoEKPAWvtw-NbxL5-FM0NI_cbRtI5Epcehl7i/s400/051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660806641075124178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sisters. They may be five years apart, but Katelin already calls Lina her best friend.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyv6VRIT3M_aAxtk7syepCHqg1DQl_s8757FWwEyGx7ieD1db0NH3zfV5U9cBgpWf_NJmkB2cikt83AtQrRfnE6RqTjc7nPH1oX1_nf3Oe-YTZx88g0QhJ0WnXOY2ndy8gIF2RW2C3hIZ/s1600/053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyv6VRIT3M_aAxtk7syepCHqg1DQl_s8757FWwEyGx7ieD1db0NH3zfV5U9cBgpWf_NJmkB2cikt83AtQrRfnE6RqTjc7nPH1oX1_nf3Oe-YTZx88g0QhJ0WnXOY2ndy8gIF2RW2C3hIZ/s400/053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660806634632284018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Just a glimpse of a toothless freckle face.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicte_ohAraohen_KMFUMpX35reJ2wyYD27A8ytBicwqONBvDKXVh82WSmcyljxzz6uELg-CemQWLq8ty3bgn7CJnYHBgth5FyPD1WqSWTpo3PuZztYBYoCDGM_lp4tixBB04X4b0xixgYj/s1600/057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicte_ohAraohen_KMFUMpX35reJ2wyYD27A8ytBicwqONBvDKXVh82WSmcyljxzz6uELg-CemQWLq8ty3bgn7CJnYHBgth5FyPD1WqSWTpo3PuZztYBYoCDGM_lp4tixBB04X4b0xixgYj/s400/057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660806636313523170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">One of the many faces of Lina.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFk4BAUfqfmRL5boE2ZEkBsz_RoMOCqbdYquRsQKTbFXVjFXaVEQ-iCQY8gCw1hgSnYIYxLwalTwusmwYHHBcwabFpHVUDopaws5D6PkH-kA3yTq2N7KzBOdF3JUfzWmZSIFiv5f9yp95w/s1600/060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFk4BAUfqfmRL5boE2ZEkBsz_RoMOCqbdYquRsQKTbFXVjFXaVEQ-iCQY8gCw1hgSnYIYxLwalTwusmwYHHBcwabFpHVUDopaws5D6PkH-kA3yTq2N7KzBOdF3JUfzWmZSIFiv5f9yp95w/s400/060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660806628470513922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sisterly care. Katelin helps Seth put that patch back on his face.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1hqiEgOcQJyAYYFZPjtg-8c9YZ2sFNXGRsL9lWt0drR1l6CBuvgA-q9v9JNEll-O3QdqX_LetGXYZSDcXgSTKsRKQPTNPJK_JBqbXB0KJCUEoiMMuIYA_-nb7DT8QA0VocQ7Mh1ljQzE/s1600/079.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1hqiEgOcQJyAYYFZPjtg-8c9YZ2sFNXGRsL9lWt0drR1l6CBuvgA-q9v9JNEll-O3QdqX_LetGXYZSDcXgSTKsRKQPTNPJK_JBqbXB0KJCUEoiMMuIYA_-nb7DT8QA0VocQ7Mh1ljQzE/s400/079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660806620572737986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Stink eye. Lina's got it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And that, my friends, is how to spend the morning before general conference. Happy Friday!</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-6340992752435083722011-10-05T12:09:00.001-07:002011-10-05T13:47:23.463-07:00In the 'hood<div><div style="text-align: center;">An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Henry David Thoreau</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Our mornings usually begin with some sightseeing around the neighborhood. Now that we are in South Austin, the slogan <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keep_Austin_Weird">Keep Austin Weird</a> </i>has a new layer of meaning for me. I think you will see what I mean.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0A9cRRXQNwqe0kJJLmJoKdr-HicYvroPSMljxoH45ZafgbKDR9VaeIZUGH6XQvDjT4yZB5sMjr2f5D1b2gJsQmAMBIzyKM1ZA_Un3lKuZTFrl8D8yIzcM_IX0y3Q71aIL3_gCgwNXzBAQ/s1600/116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0A9cRRXQNwqe0kJJLmJoKdr-HicYvroPSMljxoH45ZafgbKDR9VaeIZUGH6XQvDjT4yZB5sMjr2f5D1b2gJsQmAMBIzyKM1ZA_Un3lKuZTFrl8D8yIzcM_IX0y3Q71aIL3_gCgwNXzBAQ/s400/116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660108683958144866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We start with some normal stuff... decorative numbers.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmvO9lnC2poMiInSIG-lCucMMVXYJFC_FQIdI6hw-JJ74_-QfrurRwiCKOEr4YGOTduZAU3NquBD24DRDrgQ8io-_R84nw5-T5SmaL5OLIfcunjIWxRYd9Ax4YxAwft-9TnIrw3kXqLAF/s1600/130.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmvO9lnC2poMiInSIG-lCucMMVXYJFC_FQIdI6hw-JJ74_-QfrurRwiCKOEr4YGOTduZAU3NquBD24DRDrgQ8io-_R84nw5-T5SmaL5OLIfcunjIWxRYd9Ax4YxAwft-9TnIrw3kXqLAF/s400/130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660108681564490834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And some Longhorn spirit.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeWrolXQOfvvnSCmAQk2HnYpRzMV9jz1HsAfHHtnBvRhxc0ZCJeRqn_Iqe_ZrSCTHiwA7XJffuOMQzsownUPjl41jz-_HbqfeVTEbZFfEyouB4bsx97cljPskA6w3uEqH3M-IqlUA9DVLw/s1600/133.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeWrolXQOfvvnSCmAQk2HnYpRzMV9jz1HsAfHHtnBvRhxc0ZCJeRqn_Iqe_ZrSCTHiwA7XJffuOMQzsownUPjl41jz-_HbqfeVTEbZFfEyouB4bsx97cljPskA6w3uEqH3M-IqlUA9DVLw/s400/133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660108677352550578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hook 'em horns.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMG9cmBOv_REH8bih7ymKrkJn6_2CNMKT75jc84rOwfyfdbTQQu6_fXRL3bS7GkLzUaGtULjvNSIPLElJY_UxbtjPuEdV6tZ2o3TCgJGmK71s34w7xCeaIZPHH_lbeNjDUo5LeoT_akDj4/s1600/129.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMG9cmBOv_REH8bih7ymKrkJn6_2CNMKT75jc84rOwfyfdbTQQu6_fXRL3bS7GkLzUaGtULjvNSIPLElJY_UxbtjPuEdV6tZ2o3TCgJGmK71s34w7xCeaIZPHH_lbeNjDUo5LeoT_akDj4/s400/129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660107747368463858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We then move on to the Texas Pride.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_W3fPP2VDh2-7QJwscB0j49yfgTC3KdG_wBaDoqedgnuQJhWTr6UBG-u362Hea2lO3nz0Jpk7HLGrDvmuV9uUR1Fc_7croJMrZJcNkjyDNC3wyacJy8FN5xaU-HTkio0vFo-kyBxrfP3k/s1600/109.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_W3fPP2VDh2-7QJwscB0j49yfgTC3KdG_wBaDoqedgnuQJhWTr6UBG-u362Hea2lO3nz0Jpk7HLGrDvmuV9uUR1Fc_7croJMrZJcNkjyDNC3wyacJy8FN5xaU-HTkio0vFo-kyBxrfP3k/s400/109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660107742535742818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We are the lone star state...<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhZj0ZFAl2E_no-SyB-PFPN56LRgY3PfIbL2LsA242dcAk7wILkJjaqIGW5Va-oISzlJ17-ULF52UYM4QZ1bacT9VqYziRJPgULTbic40F8mC0M-_26M-eAeL70Ud7q4nDeIhJn2lhtuA/s1600/127.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhZj0ZFAl2E_no-SyB-PFPN56LRgY3PfIbL2LsA242dcAk7wILkJjaqIGW5Va-oISzlJ17-ULF52UYM4QZ1bacT9VqYziRJPgULTbic40F8mC0M-_26M-eAeL70Ud7q4nDeIhJn2lhtuA/s400/127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660107735108848338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And proud of it.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vN7l_Iila93F1RNw_hguNGqwHbJrr2Fg4q62XlZpiv0jyQU4LMkGkRcBkg3xLBPtqQxRiTPXja5RuWl8jOlNV9-jlnnJdyasHotRIOyXfqFJQQm5gRMt7cq5-qQRDRKjLskvpDBUo8ZY/s1600/119.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vN7l_Iila93F1RNw_hguNGqwHbJrr2Fg4q62XlZpiv0jyQU4LMkGkRcBkg3xLBPtqQxRiTPXja5RuWl8jOlNV9-jlnnJdyasHotRIOyXfqFJQQm5gRMt7cq5-qQRDRKjLskvpDBUo8ZY/s400/119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660105893052311186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is what Sethie calls, "The Pirate House..." Nothing too weird so far.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV3L-EV1BaTRo_LT4ECPONBUcKqmpEhDSCWe24VklBAqO6iozNIZgkW_XR1PHc79Pjr8eJxsZls1O9Gi9v89Qmu1Ivf4Bapeb4k2k3iXdvhDWpEyEAo1ikHmtmMffqHEbNLUWrO8Hm6Qbk/s1600/092.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV3L-EV1BaTRo_LT4ECPONBUcKqmpEhDSCWe24VklBAqO6iozNIZgkW_XR1PHc79Pjr8eJxsZls1O9Gi9v89Qmu1Ivf4Bapeb4k2k3iXdvhDWpEyEAo1ikHmtmMffqHEbNLUWrO8Hm6Qbk/s400/092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660105888238682306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Then we have the barred and locked windows. My neighbors are apparently concerned for their safety. And wow, what do you think of that house color?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggtF4vcqodrxuwvTJUSfeBazCaJni0mrmErVT36VqvGubhHAezYLrDRQaTCon2HLQ2ghDIKEUgbNIZmIhq2dikmGTOWaU9_MZD5OLxD0u6IUkZ-laasNVWrbhcC2JaH0Y7UOfcg1YdxNVR/s1600/105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggtF4vcqodrxuwvTJUSfeBazCaJni0mrmErVT36VqvGubhHAezYLrDRQaTCon2HLQ2ghDIKEUgbNIZmIhq2dikmGTOWaU9_MZD5OLxD0u6IUkZ-laasNVWrbhcC2JaH0Y7UOfcg1YdxNVR/s400/105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660105887123550610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Now we see the mailboxes. This one, was by far the worst.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh29qiaiOy_jnFd5pxsdR5Aem3ivMlEfbgcT9_co_JaW_0mBKdhPRCYv6eP6OljSYF87qLjXfjZYVBHR7ZDtsgWbD3q9xb8FrHwY-4iFSZlmOYeUUPa52fYKSjmgLS2SXLJvSl0VaQHOb8C/s1600/093.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh29qiaiOy_jnFd5pxsdR5Aem3ivMlEfbgcT9_co_JaW_0mBKdhPRCYv6eP6OljSYF87qLjXfjZYVBHR7ZDtsgWbD3q9xb8FrHwY-4iFSZlmOYeUUPa52fYKSjmgLS2SXLJvSl0VaQHOb8C/s400/093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660105880457444482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My kids love this one.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9WEdur4hm8FwXengWRJobIqd0zoMEcSoOdU6i37wf0gIiYwi0Kb6Xkhwc3yNBKpJZegOLlU79XmSSIEb3R2CUIlyxyR-kgTjYGpfx3ICKz1Ugk8ZVv_ESq1CjOtry86uii1SMIdFPRLY/s1600/094.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9WEdur4hm8FwXengWRJobIqd0zoMEcSoOdU6i37wf0gIiYwi0Kb6Xkhwc3yNBKpJZegOLlU79XmSSIEb3R2CUIlyxyR-kgTjYGpfx3ICKz1Ugk8ZVv_ESq1CjOtry86uii1SMIdFPRLY/s400/094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660105875087183730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And this is probably the first purple mailbox, I've ever seen...<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkosnGMntSfaGtfH_hDMFUga7Ngw-7IwtE7cWSaO4k4hgqh_57FEqXCs8spoHAm-T9tAHN2ssl71et6G32-7afSgYcWUYC9P8UzkJR79hyphenhyphen4Ccm5Sx6jn0gqn7MTdDKrK_Zx14GifUjxNZW/s1600/106.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkosnGMntSfaGtfH_hDMFUga7Ngw-7IwtE7cWSaO4k4hgqh_57FEqXCs8spoHAm-T9tAHN2ssl71et6G32-7afSgYcWUYC9P8UzkJR79hyphenhyphen4Ccm5Sx6jn0gqn7MTdDKrK_Zx14GifUjxNZW/s400/106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104979608283906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Only, right after I snapped that photo, I saw another purple mailbox down the street.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEh8XM38KqdNaC32AqEE5MiiGbz7srEdZGOyGHWHzkKT06A39tnRIONgLuKu3fIKoA3RrvP6IJ1pbrsf9AgFRI3FfsolzdedTVYaDgjgBnYwg1FzoIrD5gcANR3sPx3-6MEqL_imNtPz8d/s1600/107.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEh8XM38KqdNaC32AqEE5MiiGbz7srEdZGOyGHWHzkKT06A39tnRIONgLuKu3fIKoA3RrvP6IJ1pbrsf9AgFRI3FfsolzdedTVYaDgjgBnYwg1FzoIrD5gcANR3sPx3-6MEqL_imNtPz8d/s400/107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104973832954578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Apparently this family really likes purple.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf8ktmN0TCDyg6BjNzh5FZVnXEnNU67FJZG17kIdYkcbPF6GfQsYQLkgydYbCWvC5XUmG5RPPRVKcx7mkxBdKgtsXg_mIEroaeyWhC1b_Eo9uW9N8s-0TjSnjpgEKsGHEqhE8NSJ-9RKvj/s1600/108.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf8ktmN0TCDyg6BjNzh5FZVnXEnNU67FJZG17kIdYkcbPF6GfQsYQLkgydYbCWvC5XUmG5RPPRVKcx7mkxBdKgtsXg_mIEroaeyWhC1b_Eo9uW9N8s-0TjSnjpgEKsGHEqhE8NSJ-9RKvj/s400/108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104966684085714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">But why stop with wild colors. Let's just paint flowers on the siding.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOUwK4vtJUp5HrFClBXYNwDJvfQwXMUm9jzYTwgf6IDVyEzonQivQ79wxuOFBc0zgYcmb2ECvfEo9EhQjj2zUPLULg2CkHZW8psPW2aGF7eGwQtt37LsMgwApbqGPlLQSsZUe7F4B6qaCO/s1600/090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOUwK4vtJUp5HrFClBXYNwDJvfQwXMUm9jzYTwgf6IDVyEzonQivQ79wxuOFBc0zgYcmb2ECvfEo9EhQjj2zUPLULg2CkHZW8psPW2aGF7eGwQtt37LsMgwApbqGPlLQSsZUe7F4B6qaCO/s400/090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104965968147378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Or a tree?<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxElwXOBioRa_g711sKNSK6soQJMwA2kidxxom86HhsUomUsSpXilEFmJkehySn708-C-OPYJo09QL2EjV48XBch68EQXLlM-6QBJuHHu0xUicyNUu1NRW_SsxkkeHbtaAeWNDw5lgjqYY/s1600/125.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxElwXOBioRa_g711sKNSK6soQJMwA2kidxxom86HhsUomUsSpXilEFmJkehySn708-C-OPYJo09QL2EjV48XBch68EQXLlM-6QBJuHHu0xUicyNUu1NRW_SsxkkeHbtaAeWNDw5lgjqYY/s400/125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104964244849666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Now on to the religious. We see a handful of these beauties every morning.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_i0ZY01eYN4R9mxWlRynLhhNx1QnmBLEN7AwLoWcFtwuseoUyRIipx7I0ir-F9whJl-6xOR8ntzwTAreFht3FbbPClww6vheg9qsDwxft70Ik7F4jnIH51KsxHX5Dpqg1Zp3NClct_ST/s1600/117.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_i0ZY01eYN4R9mxWlRynLhhNx1QnmBLEN7AwLoWcFtwuseoUyRIipx7I0ir-F9whJl-6xOR8ntzwTAreFht3FbbPClww6vheg9qsDwxft70Ik7F4jnIH51KsxHX5Dpqg1Zp3NClct_ST/s400/117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104277815429458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Apparently this saint or monk is on equal standing with the family dog.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyxTVUZPezaByYPgeP2PzdYXMd1s7xLF3LyxKhlAPpr7ISNYygtMpPFyqA62JRhRt_WFHe2aIQdvqg_qGdGFZMVErUr04GcJ-aF2hDNirMnuCPFFWZc5nLQWcd16Z8JJuHCsMFoQX_lfpJ/s1600/088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyxTVUZPezaByYPgeP2PzdYXMd1s7xLF3LyxKhlAPpr7ISNYygtMpPFyqA62JRhRt_WFHe2aIQdvqg_qGdGFZMVErUr04GcJ-aF2hDNirMnuCPFFWZc5nLQWcd16Z8JJuHCsMFoQX_lfpJ/s400/088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104272042573218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And if you look really close here you will figure out exactly who Jesus loves.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWe15drkGQldrfQIyeOiYKyiC0EuhIA1xQ8nVOK1nUCj2IXxakIgwjrmZYXKxr6-tYyQB8VhIlq3cL0o6_dRldMysT1AHqMCog9skgBJHxYz01K_uacf5U_jgGjiosiDjKIPWIw2kMleMq/s1600/091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWe15drkGQldrfQIyeOiYKyiC0EuhIA1xQ8nVOK1nUCj2IXxakIgwjrmZYXKxr6-tYyQB8VhIlq3cL0o6_dRldMysT1AHqMCog9skgBJHxYz01K_uacf5U_jgGjiosiDjKIPWIw2kMleMq/s400/091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104266067932306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Finally we have the animal yard art. First up, a "spooky owl" according to Seth.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGhVMCGgy6fDQPzyQaqy899mjjN1w3cxz38O6PSXEC4eY335shR5KLiHLXUx_KAQRFkAWEhQ4xD6RqgR1gUKY6SkqS_EvnJHoxsOoemQGr2SN7yRxcr9Xphd2_vumWzqU3fWPoU63Z0XW/s1600/095.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGhVMCGgy6fDQPzyQaqy899mjjN1w3cxz38O6PSXEC4eY335shR5KLiHLXUx_KAQRFkAWEhQ4xD6RqgR1gUKY6SkqS_EvnJHoxsOoemQGr2SN7yRxcr9Xphd2_vumWzqU3fWPoU63Z0XW/s400/095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104262112997218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Next we have the dragon.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lon1G5wqT5ndPc0a9kQMJVlMZzB07HxgQy_aiIzMqXapPCqzIQrRkUaHD7Sj09x4IJHuvyQQLcfVqRCIdSzlM7uVa6MS18Tj4RsGvxq3bNhRz7ZtxYcb-Z1bWX4yfSwZIppcuMHfsKz8/s1600/112.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lon1G5wqT5ndPc0a9kQMJVlMZzB07HxgQy_aiIzMqXapPCqzIQrRkUaHD7Sj09x4IJHuvyQQLcfVqRCIdSzlM7uVa6MS18Tj4RsGvxq3bNhRz7ZtxYcb-Z1bWX4yfSwZIppcuMHfsKz8/s400/112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660103510868013330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A dinosaur and cow.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnyIoyxqIYc0UFOb1Jn7zAlhA-qqbqq-lYV1X5GYQxEwfpq0vnw47Rxh3m2yuVLccgH2vJtSIKig04Y8rvsm1VcgyLGDbi2kMo5f7xJ5Rl7pFp7FVniqj5PHA0U6go0ERsNmENX3IV_T19/s1600/113.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnyIoyxqIYc0UFOb1Jn7zAlhA-qqbqq-lYV1X5GYQxEwfpq0vnw47Rxh3m2yuVLccgH2vJtSIKig04Y8rvsm1VcgyLGDbi2kMo5f7xJ5Rl7pFp7FVniqj5PHA0U6go0ERsNmENX3IV_T19/s400/113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660103504513463490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A plush tiger to guard your door?<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdhaTciTef6ORVKC7fDkOkVpmeRYeZwu3er4epxWKzRHqh__Au8RjMmeswqb88y5VxK6A3fqwmLoJEIzCAFEgR85Bs-_CbWFtYr3noNoG3IO-zej8jMarNt6aZvJc_W7zrstp6vTWgPL2/s1600/122.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdhaTciTef6ORVKC7fDkOkVpmeRYeZwu3er4epxWKzRHqh__Au8RjMmeswqb88y5VxK6A3fqwmLoJEIzCAFEgR85Bs-_CbWFtYr3noNoG3IO-zej8jMarNt6aZvJc_W7zrstp6vTWgPL2/s400/122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660103503956523266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Or a little purple coyote.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNsBWIi9-RcUvzDEy-OIS3AbSdWrTy3VlI1RcEWVP6sdGLq-_OF99Xl5PMn_juQwVsnynIKHzHkYN0Er__MhKVhBDsBgPuDd2HgzHMmve9pAqM1IsjuXKb2yJwOjfyIA2G9xx3pGtDldD/s1600/100.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNsBWIi9-RcUvzDEy-OIS3AbSdWrTy3VlI1RcEWVP6sdGLq-_OF99Xl5PMn_juQwVsnynIKHzHkYN0Er__MhKVhBDsBgPuDd2HgzHMmve9pAqM1IsjuXKb2yJwOjfyIA2G9xx3pGtDldD/s400/100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660103498372173922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The best sightseeing of all is watching these two and listening to their endless chatter.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj7c4zQR6_P7W04w2LgLVtdLyz81B5ViJtERXMfBOxepIv9vO3QwQMN8-IflP9tttJm77Qcgzxhw1NWaYxcvDaikuMUd-8u6CZf9NJT8pDWdj6IHdXLsK6EMGfPSleH9IjtYhOR_FceIqc/s1600/087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj7c4zQR6_P7W04w2LgLVtdLyz81B5ViJtERXMfBOxepIv9vO3QwQMN8-IflP9tttJm77Qcgzxhw1NWaYxcvDaikuMUd-8u6CZf9NJT8pDWdj6IHdXLsK6EMGfPSleH9IjtYhOR_FceIqc/s400/087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660103494508751746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And nothing feels quite as good as landing on your own front doorstep. Yes, life is good.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-53331771948131683592011-10-04T11:57:00.000-07:002011-10-04T12:12:33.662-07:00Good Enough<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3wo3hUoxE2bvTmBobYOA14AIOcyIBTJX99NaQDGWHKYzIMb8RTTZV6ZfTc12QGhR2eXefwMYQEg0ZKIrxAVtE0SCP8W45J7te6_Kmi_UfGP5gJ-5OrRiNziIgHwWumhb0RV5LUmv2hSFp/s1600/DSCF5708.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3wo3hUoxE2bvTmBobYOA14AIOcyIBTJX99NaQDGWHKYzIMb8RTTZV6ZfTc12QGhR2eXefwMYQEg0ZKIrxAVtE0SCP8W45J7te6_Kmi_UfGP5gJ-5OrRiNziIgHwWumhb0RV5LUmv2hSFp/s400/DSCF5708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659716745971864082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Things are definitely not perfect around here</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Today, like many days, has not gone as planned. I had hoped to clean the house by mid-morning; I haven't even started. I needed to book some plane tickets; oops, running into a problem with that. I hoped to pick up black paper to work on a little Halloween decor with the kids; it's just not happening.<div><br /></div><div>Sometimes that would bother me. I'm a perfectionist, as Katelin reminds me every time I comb her hair. I want things to be just right. Toys in order. The day planned and executed. The meals nutritious. The kids happily playing. Wouldn't we all like that kind of perfection?</div><div><br /></div><div>That just isn't life.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm trading in my perfect ideals for good enough. Nobody really cares. I'm going to let the boxes stay boxed up in the garage, let the girl's hair run free and wild, let the TV blare sometimes so I can just have a few minutes to myself. I'm letting myself off the hook. </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, I'll keep doing my best. It won't be perfect.</div><div><br /></div><div>But it will be good enough.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-27790513459707934822011-10-03T12:23:00.000-07:002011-10-03T12:59:03.322-07:00Just because...<div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLg-YoApTNyI1h3XXjkaY8dR-1PjDEFbKUAODEVeVtGFsvaxhZl7I39l5kzdyGb0LXwvZYC0n5sseZf1dBGvk6oO7_cpapHZgMm5HZAEuypqpv5QgHSliux77kho7ndFlekayIyhRQ6MW0/s400/DSCF5729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659349304942860626" /><div style="text-align: center;">A day at the park<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNaa9WrfBP3185a38Ss9cyzOu12kAxGvpPXHu_Bh8x5RHuxIeEp3TK3KwbtO5Biopj312ThhJQ9g4sGTvbb8UFKsVV1WDjnQn8zxKZRWfRfhq6TMnSngT_LvsOmBJN1aIDPVIPzi2-25Ke/s1600/DSCF5756.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNaa9WrfBP3185a38Ss9cyzOu12kAxGvpPXHu_Bh8x5RHuxIeEp3TK3KwbtO5Biopj312ThhJQ9g4sGTvbb8UFKsVV1WDjnQn8zxKZRWfRfhq6TMnSngT_LvsOmBJN1aIDPVIPzi2-25Ke/s400/DSCF5756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659349302462678098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Eyelashes that need to be documented<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLi-d0pily4yR_PFQ-PkYEhyphenhyphenS0rV7rND1ILkjz5fV5HCEALjaz-qSgdjfpJiUSPKOKL24SWdMXbck0_DPUPV-SwJukfmldJuBQNfRSCCj6uMEkHBmlzcVgi5ibL67AbIgeHDXnFt2-e06/s1600/DSCF5759.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLi-d0pily4yR_PFQ-PkYEhyphenhyphenS0rV7rND1ILkjz5fV5HCEALjaz-qSgdjfpJiUSPKOKL24SWdMXbck0_DPUPV-SwJukfmldJuBQNfRSCCj6uMEkHBmlzcVgi5ibL67AbIgeHDXnFt2-e06/s400/DSCF5759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659349297406972754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My baby is growing into a little person...<br /></div></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-63167886371336160462011-09-28T10:55:00.000-07:002011-09-29T07:01:45.104-07:00ChangesWe've moved. It's been awhile, but I am only now starting to feel like I'm a little bit in the swing of things. In spite of changes, some things stay the same.<div><br /></div><div>Every morning, my kids wave goodbye as Daddy drives away to work. And then they wave again and again as he circles back on his motorcycle to blow them one last kiss or give one last high five. We're usually on a walk when this happens and for the ten minutes after Trevor finally leaves, Lina yells, "Dad," every thirty seconds, totally expecting him to circle back one more time.</div><div><br /></div><div>***<br /><br /></div><div>Seth continues to surprise me. This is usually how it goes. I say, "Why don't we get your pajamas on?"<br /><br />He whispers, "Go away. I want to surprise you."<br /><br />Playing dumb I say, "Seth, I've got to do something, but I will be back to help you with your pajamas in two minutes."<br /><br />I leave and reappear a few minutes later to find Seth grinning from ear with his pajamas on. "Surprise," he yells. He does not seemed bothered at all that this was not really a surprise at all.</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>Though Katelin now has her own room, she still has an incredible gift at dragging out bedtime. She knows just when to be cute and sweet to get you to tickle her back for a few extra minutes or just when to put up resistance (right when you are about to leave and really don't want a melt down). She is definitely gifted in this area.</div><div><br /></div><div>***<br /><br /></div><div>It's nice to know that in spite of all the changes, there are some things you can always count on.</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-17900255573112865542011-08-22T11:19:00.000-07:002011-08-22T11:40:27.141-07:00Missing Summer Days...What happened to summer? To my big plans for projects and day trips and lunches with friends? Have we already eaten ALL of those popsicles? Visited all of those relatives? Mastered swimming lessons and splash parks and complained of the heat? Is it really over?
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQnzh8OOoBpmlVcUcQ4eI4nYrH4Gbs6PaBZkFUOc65FHsASNrQIDiJlOdxdPdB7g9IGlpzp6DBZb8W0IqQvhbbt_g43qHIzbXddlGCjklNPkDw0WK-Mun91HPRMGzZqF-AStAMGPA9crke/s1600/DSCF5389.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}">
<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQnzh8OOoBpmlVcUcQ4eI4nYrH4Gbs6PaBZkFUOc65FHsASNrQIDiJlOdxdPdB7g9IGlpzp6DBZb8W0IqQvhbbt_g43qHIzbXddlGCjklNPkDw0WK-Mun91HPRMGzZqF-AStAMGPA9crke/s400/DSCF5389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643748599021074386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, but we had some good days.
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<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCIAcgpgabRjqtXxANiekTgCUoCXVusj1Q79NqWFOTCNBrTueEKGDyz_22xF6Rj99zSZ_IyuVJZRyLCt30JBv6TZNlGJIsX7hmVS4j7lT_EcKaSorAodckrWBFVoG5w2bfN0z5LyiYeXhy/s1600/DSCF5393.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCIAcgpgabRjqtXxANiekTgCUoCXVusj1Q79NqWFOTCNBrTueEKGDyz_22xF6Rj99zSZ_IyuVJZRyLCt30JBv6TZNlGJIsX7hmVS4j7lT_EcKaSorAodckrWBFVoG5w2bfN0z5LyiYeXhy/s400/DSCF5393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643748589619565570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Slow days... just waiting around.
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<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2KjHNnEY-E9729HbH0zNw2Zs9B0N8WweMQ8oXvlQ42cSEnUyXZ6_TvV1bLKOFpwF7XD_AUzoTlxo3mGJWZX5678Ez0e44zlnKcru3y8JbwTiGqAX8xTC2dwlVj5SQwT5Ch9OIy7tqgzN/s1600/DSCF5395.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2KjHNnEY-E9729HbH0zNw2Zs9B0N8WweMQ8oXvlQ42cSEnUyXZ6_TvV1bLKOFpwF7XD_AUzoTlxo3mGJWZX5678Ez0e44zlnKcru3y8JbwTiGqAX8xTC2dwlVj5SQwT5Ch9OIy7tqgzN/s400/DSCF5395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643748585836659618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We had some fun surprises.
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<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbXRY79tVLYWq8l0vV4EeNINtz3IVYh1R6IOA12HR_r3F1TXOjdcsBaY4RBVlKJU9tcQYMMiC5Q14_3MsgVdeOTPQU9OJ5mTvZTB2JcDqU0oSOSqvY18IP_ND8ZZV1e94q5MIR5A93Z7f/s1600/DSCF5403.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbXRY79tVLYWq8l0vV4EeNINtz3IVYh1R6IOA12HR_r3F1TXOjdcsBaY4RBVlKJU9tcQYMMiC5Q14_3MsgVdeOTPQU9OJ5mTvZTB2JcDqU0oSOSqvY18IP_ND8ZZV1e94q5MIR5A93Z7f/s400/DSCF5403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643748579148165458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We tried new things. We drank lemonade. We got our feet wet.
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<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_pu9A4ttVsatZrTF1uW0UV7avdTHcTaxLMTUEBsNyAapyMTVw-2lF-lRa3Lx4lje6mdqxhbCfKmmDOk0O-5CqrJ_fpWWBs0zhqbcqZ1CGx10gPWAVYEgsczR54VGe7XG2b6kdiVvh8Yy/s1600/DSCF5401.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_pu9A4ttVsatZrTF1uW0UV7avdTHcTaxLMTUEBsNyAapyMTVw-2lF-lRa3Lx4lje6mdqxhbCfKmmDOk0O-5CqrJ_fpWWBs0zhqbcqZ1CGx10gPWAVYEgsczR54VGe7XG2b6kdiVvh8Yy/s400/DSCF5401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643748574562993666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This day was one of those. Running through sprinklers in Tracy's backyard. Thank goodness we took time to do that... and a few other things, because summer is officially over.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hello school year. Hello kindergarten.</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-942414324162669922011-08-12T13:26:00.000-07:002011-08-12T13:38:14.440-07:00Our next house...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtT262-2RepzNw4FPZt5s99js9Ba4sWx64e76dz2fGkV5H_lPKdIwbe_lUS5DbLSLue2eqMYPy8f1fAcQ5dt-3G2ekxRAKJBTceqIGzYgvOSdlWkCPQtPRYtzGD_Jn6iCuYoXUWBIWiwtc/s1600/house.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtT262-2RepzNw4FPZt5s99js9Ba4sWx64e76dz2fGkV5H_lPKdIwbe_lUS5DbLSLue2eqMYPy8f1fAcQ5dt-3G2ekxRAKJBTceqIGzYgvOSdlWkCPQtPRYtzGD_Jn6iCuYoXUWBIWiwtc/s400/house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640069023411405378" /></a><div>A few big changes are rolling out around here... We're moving, Katelin is starting kindergarten, and Trevor has a new job. Actually Trevor has the same job, but he is now a real full-time employee (with benefits - hooray) rather than a contractor. We will be moving into this little house (forgive the grainy picture... it's the best I've got). The grass is not actually green, considering our heat wave this summer, but otherwise, it's a nice little place and we are happy to have our own grass and yard and Trevor working just five miles away from us. We are also happy that we can still consider ourselves Austinites.</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-23887571349075829952011-08-06T15:07:00.000-07:002011-08-08T15:54:19.412-07:00#283 - Sprinkler Sprays<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmU7VNmZ5qdjpW3w8JYwZVHD1U7z2ctKXH66gutr6H844fOVmh4oIoxKSKyBWHAOYhl9faAOIj68D6u9_e8MVudi2zzM_jLmk0WqqXEPQADnSN-Xh9rFg1JkOCAy_fojARDyamFDibj-dF/s1600/DSCF5390.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmU7VNmZ5qdjpW3w8JYwZVHD1U7z2ctKXH66gutr6H844fOVmh4oIoxKSKyBWHAOYhl9faAOIj68D6u9_e8MVudi2zzM_jLmk0WqqXEPQADnSN-Xh9rFg1JkOCAy_fojARDyamFDibj-dF/s400/DSCF5390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637871886238763186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I'd do just about anything to get a glimpse of this little boy smile... </div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-48134962067067463802011-07-26T12:23:00.000-07:002011-07-26T12:46:55.891-07:00home haiku<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xauc8aq65ITsBJSmIgCdfquOqBbVkdT1XBBk0FVrxPZyUl9NQR16WaFxy1w1JOsn0CFBh3U5dDIxzN1Hzru3Tf3NcqAu3SkAmasRkpkD3S8fLBbDkL58YqSA48uxyfiyTcmnLiSVULkI/s1600/DSCF4107.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xauc8aq65ITsBJSmIgCdfquOqBbVkdT1XBBk0FVrxPZyUl9NQR16WaFxy1w1JOsn0CFBh3U5dDIxzN1Hzru3Tf3NcqAu3SkAmasRkpkD3S8fLBbDkL58YqSA48uxyfiyTcmnLiSVULkI/s400/DSCF4107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633748437847407186" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">spent twelve days at home</div><div style="text-align: center;">finally we return here</div><div style="text-align: center;">another loved place</div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059201487799522799.post-69262667155348798682011-07-11T14:41:00.000-07:002011-07-11T15:02:26.535-07:00Heading North<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-DEDqVQCWIacZXV0K5PE9Byw7JorSQ5Bj0YqZYQG76N1BhENejJqAggxTbG5o5YhB69YSok_oU9_YS6XCjpCjAWCuWotJMn-5hwPgkWVXCbyKj1_Joc4S7biACsqYC9qo4Y9Y735dLAuL/s1600/DSCF0491.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-DEDqVQCWIacZXV0K5PE9Byw7JorSQ5Bj0YqZYQG76N1BhENejJqAggxTbG5o5YhB69YSok_oU9_YS6XCjpCjAWCuWotJMn-5hwPgkWVXCbyKj1_Joc4S7biACsqYC9qo4Y9Y735dLAuL/s400/DSCF0491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628215485545695602" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Logan Canyon Summer 2010</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's that time of year again. For better or for worse we are going to drag our three children out of bed at 4:00a.m. to catch a flight. We will drug them with endless movies and treats. We will let them stay up late to run with cousins, sit with Grandma, and ride Grandpa's horses. Trevor and I will reminisce as we drive past Old Main hill and through Logan canyon. Naptimes will be skipped. Bedtimes will be ignored. Dessert will be eaten. For better or for worse, we WILL have fun. Excuse the sporadic posts while we are away.</div></div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13602731479850927241noreply@blogger.com3