tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90183138576859862282024-03-05T07:42:49.158-08:00The Little PeopleSara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-44228678241602796582009-04-27T11:15:00.000-07:002009-04-27T11:23:19.241-07:00Easter<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcTqIJHjvx2TcbZSxOZOEVjLcsV2hPwEopFhAI5qyQcePPenksBIIBxjHXmzqHicZ9utf6fLrsoMHCjlPiof8FwvDg825tPX6jsfS06nq72otvtbDvpafrLGT0837zXYXOzQWL1419nVw/s1600-h/April+2009+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329437892096337634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcTqIJHjvx2TcbZSxOZOEVjLcsV2hPwEopFhAI5qyQcePPenksBIIBxjHXmzqHicZ9utf6fLrsoMHCjlPiof8FwvDg825tPX6jsfS06nq72otvtbDvpafrLGT0837zXYXOzQWL1419nVw/s320/April+2009+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH02d8CUVnnELEKKXRcZEUSw8vN3w7vSU4dr5JFFjISz5vvE544BhQkAQQHXSQ__uPZ55r4E59PYwWyrIWTbBk0cawk8WV39SrydRKo2CnCob5jxcQKN-LqxKTHjidWtGUUFaTcehM92U/s1600-h/April+2009+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329437888660243826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH02d8CUVnnELEKKXRcZEUSw8vN3w7vSU4dr5JFFjISz5vvE544BhQkAQQHXSQ__uPZ55r4E59PYwWyrIWTbBk0cawk8WV39SrydRKo2CnCob5jxcQKN-LqxKTHjidWtGUUFaTcehM92U/s320/April+2009+033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVw1oLgNj9jhV98x8jm5beo72VzKHJUN_plidFb8raGZVS3NamrKljiH3Z0mge_E0Vn3tfp28HFKyo9ClIItdF1djD55xzCspdqbLHU4Gpg7VufMiJKva6VcnXVOvpDAvnFTA6WSvd0m8/s1600-h/April+2009+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329437885049972658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVw1oLgNj9jhV98x8jm5beo72VzKHJUN_plidFb8raGZVS3NamrKljiH3Z0mge_E0Vn3tfp28HFKyo9ClIItdF1djD55xzCspdqbLHU4Gpg7VufMiJKva6VcnXVOvpDAvnFTA6WSvd0m8/s320/April+2009+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_67A2JkXmd7duNUFAXDb_thEaALka6cmTVgAaPUDHyUnXA9Ec_ZtI24oCPO1gNdnag8ZJ3Q37gDAgKrT3hoVF2eKlmrvS5UoYyLvtX90dfP1apL_eDc41rHIFFHwQmHEhXNSVlcdM31s/s1600-h/April+2009+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329437882163706130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_67A2JkXmd7duNUFAXDb_thEaALka6cmTVgAaPUDHyUnXA9Ec_ZtI24oCPO1gNdnag8ZJ3Q37gDAgKrT3hoVF2eKlmrvS5UoYyLvtX90dfP1apL_eDc41rHIFFHwQmHEhXNSVlcdM31s/s320/April+2009+031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaf2xa_FUeOZGIodhZTkuBCi-DLpk1SWXMJiya_iKENB6HVXJt4tNX-one7DNML1NqjaB1EFmeCxe_zproB8vyyHnDOWbghSr1wRQ0p_LIgOhOVcmp5TrWtdCiA2bnNuW6ex-dii_9fjQ/s1600-h/April+2009+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329437878880868146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaf2xa_FUeOZGIodhZTkuBCi-DLpk1SWXMJiya_iKENB6HVXJt4tNX-one7DNML1NqjaB1EFmeCxe_zproB8vyyHnDOWbghSr1wRQ0p_LIgOhOVcmp5TrWtdCiA2bnNuW6ex-dii_9fjQ/s320/April+2009+030.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSAvHtfb_Lq3SinEmHI_YvG53bqzbyhibUOhd8pPE5-PQxdBgB5YPDRQEyF5pTsy_lqTK8-AIsivTVANDCv-gx92Na2yZI_C0hICBLrMJCBHRVprQcyHP_JiYp1sa9MNERcbZrq2k3K8/s1600-h/April+2009+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329438212095634482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSAvHtfb_Lq3SinEmHI_YvG53bqzbyhibUOhd8pPE5-PQxdBgB5YPDRQEyF5pTsy_lqTK8-AIsivTVANDCv-gx92Na2yZI_C0hICBLrMJCBHRVprQcyHP_JiYp1sa9MNERcbZrq2k3K8/s320/April+2009+040.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I drove the kids up a couple of days early to spend time with my parents before heading back for the week. I spent Easter morning with them and then drove back. Here are the Easter pics and eggs coloring with my mother. </div></div></div></div></div></div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-44241496038572898652009-04-27T11:06:00.000-07:002009-04-27T11:15:18.409-07:00Not so "Spring" Break<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1Xx9Vh4NMKAmXc8Jd1J2XwBwYM18f2Yl3nAVuCskc99z9P66agb1JgKtdDIiguRGDrU8xEY5bwpGsrYxCo2ysjckprTE7B1IjkNrdS75SBD7dsIOhhk4KrdYHQONLjW2_sUtrzaRJmY/s1600-h/April+2009+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329436308236159586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1Xx9Vh4NMKAmXc8Jd1J2XwBwYM18f2Yl3nAVuCskc99z9P66agb1JgKtdDIiguRGDrU8xEY5bwpGsrYxCo2ysjckprTE7B1IjkNrdS75SBD7dsIOhhk4KrdYHQONLjW2_sUtrzaRJmY/s320/April+2009+022.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCYuHA8AMDphD2lLlwIbSHCyb8CntdPGffd1-vJAv9a2F_J9Xxmzxp1RjH-MUvkF8Zgt2HxDLaN_9iGitZ0Aw00qlq6EqChezezVp622pDjK4IzW27Nzie-oyj_cCmKWG7ywiiY3jlVo/s1600-h/April+2009+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329436026052428354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCYuHA8AMDphD2lLlwIbSHCyb8CntdPGffd1-vJAv9a2F_J9Xxmzxp1RjH-MUvkF8Zgt2HxDLaN_9iGitZ0Aw00qlq6EqChezezVp622pDjK4IzW27Nzie-oyj_cCmKWG7ywiiY3jlVo/s320/April+2009+025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329436021952031170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9VuxshWhQ8BvtbNgSUDIcbQxnPhVNOnRnuBQsWZDDDTobcoJ1I_MGp5-DTuF-nCmtVuDaL_qFp2uJElbCsbfcho6ZJX1ipnfVxTgGfAtQA_lnNrkcZxKVVZhudAMuafpq_oQTBZ-Pzd8/s320/April+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p>Our school district had to seriously be the last school in the entire U.S. to have spring break. It was the week after Easter!!! Every other mother I know had kids taking it in March or early April, not the END of April! I decided to start a tradition unbeknownst to my mother that this would be the first of many years the kids can go to my parent's house and spend spring break with the grandparents! I didn't know what I was going to do with them and this seemed to work out perfect! I drove 10 hours and can't even begin to describe the car ride. I can't even go there right now. As we headed from California into Oregon there was a blinding snow storm! Lola and Bryce were hysterical they were so excited! Me not so much! My windshield wipers were moving so fast that they broke! I stopped off after it had calmed down a bit, so I could calm my nerves! Here are some pics I took of them standing in the snow.Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-89210517624342066912009-04-27T11:01:00.000-07:002009-04-27T11:05:59.230-07:00Uncle Marlon<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqXc4olq5UFBK6HT215sVzikf6NArvTm62gw-imoXbO3RQLGQEaes6S16k2PJwEmTRMFtRVQ1RkLG4SUuE4WH4t4I8uYLtfaR2jWF47HbOrnrbE_Vz18FAiyKDzVARM12fzfe9N3rMvM/s1600-h/April+2009+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329433821891903890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqXc4olq5UFBK6HT215sVzikf6NArvTm62gw-imoXbO3RQLGQEaes6S16k2PJwEmTRMFtRVQ1RkLG4SUuE4WH4t4I8uYLtfaR2jWF47HbOrnrbE_Vz18FAiyKDzVARM12fzfe9N3rMvM/s320/April+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin50Ot1iueqsfu8mzsYyAJdz4aSp4K1obEvAauZxbU9cF5o2wP6b4iDftq1GGF804i3JydFk_vEo-ih-MwdgfmtD_F_Te_cxpLYs2dYi8dH-AJihzyZRKAiEebjPBx22h851-OSNRIbFc/s1600-h/April+2009+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329433822175464802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin50Ot1iueqsfu8mzsYyAJdz4aSp4K1obEvAauZxbU9cF5o2wP6b4iDftq1GGF804i3JydFk_vEo-ih-MwdgfmtD_F_Te_cxpLYs2dYi8dH-AJihzyZRKAiEebjPBx22h851-OSNRIbFc/s320/April+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFZemf0IGTgsYdJv8IlL_2elrKnyqF5B3mZ7NgISTUfqkNHxhmUnm7WdSznwpNJIwr0bx2fpiBQ0JXhlWPC0I9Zx4nIzyx-KVx1k9YoZ6MP2qiWCFFn9o4ZgoNil2aGr-CRhZd2hFzZw/s1600-h/April+2009+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329433816203607250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFZemf0IGTgsYdJv8IlL_2elrKnyqF5B3mZ7NgISTUfqkNHxhmUnm7WdSznwpNJIwr0bx2fpiBQ0JXhlWPC0I9Zx4nIzyx-KVx1k9YoZ6MP2qiWCFFn9o4ZgoNil2aGr-CRhZd2hFzZw/s320/April+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />One of my best friend's, Marlon, came up for a quick visit and came to Lola's game with us. The kids had a blast and it was fun for him to see the kids all grown up. Thanks for playing Marlon! </div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-12857717464603559402009-04-27T10:52:00.000-07:002009-04-27T11:01:50.327-07:00Open House<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6H0NQTuNIX-qchT0pN-jM8hAz4fONcdtkiDcmL8pZqpjU6U9vde_p6WHYESOmhkScYp4duRWp2gTXglBypK4NHtqkv4LpHU3qHlEaYRu_KoYdtXCUMotm7u_N8K7wHmK8kVBxyDBJxuY/s1600-h/April+2009+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329431790123413666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6H0NQTuNIX-qchT0pN-jM8hAz4fONcdtkiDcmL8pZqpjU6U9vde_p6WHYESOmhkScYp4duRWp2gTXglBypK4NHtqkv4LpHU3qHlEaYRu_KoYdtXCUMotm7u_N8K7wHmK8kVBxyDBJxuY/s320/April+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFeiUoCviEkWjsqzlx9azKkXNWRZ8Z57Y6nSiW3IcFjj5cCC2IoNTT-bfAkL7zI00cjyF39QihTLNILjlxo8nAKLhdL_kayT9mZm1xTTBBE3g5HwAC6VMiWq63_CMuCBEZ2huG2umRuAc/s1600-h/April+2009+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329431789549788402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFeiUoCviEkWjsqzlx9azKkXNWRZ8Z57Y6nSiW3IcFjj5cCC2IoNTT-bfAkL7zI00cjyF39QihTLNILjlxo8nAKLhdL_kayT9mZm1xTTBBE3g5HwAC6VMiWq63_CMuCBEZ2huG2umRuAc/s320/April+2009+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYATcqO3v4CC3rvlNWY8neQ6qC89papUxNniTt9grgmNT_cEsEb803BBRN8oRaicPGpIQKI6GOq53r1IQyWVXaofytwbxjVpcq9PDGWVyzTEXzusQ8F7NT9MHy4TRpgr6eNC0Z0lNTiY4/s1600-h/April+2009+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329431783019747746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYATcqO3v4CC3rvlNWY8neQ6qC89papUxNniTt9grgmNT_cEsEb803BBRN8oRaicPGpIQKI6GOq53r1IQyWVXaofytwbxjVpcq9PDGWVyzTEXzusQ8F7NT9MHy4TRpgr6eNC0Z0lNTiY4/s320/April+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-ZFycOd6BS5PHoqxxYoFbIzLlcEDlzL7196w-RM7cS2-c3D9VEQbjuHph_MWRgrs_6m_vjjYenfbZzNmMrsfMf9Rw5HSS4MVTYyq7GCSv-rSz405AaoqwZxVxBo2lmVUvBBfZGuxok0/s1600-h/April+2009+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329431780492875986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-ZFycOd6BS5PHoqxxYoFbIzLlcEDlzL7196w-RM7cS2-c3D9VEQbjuHph_MWRgrs_6m_vjjYenfbZzNmMrsfMf9Rw5HSS4MVTYyq7GCSv-rSz405AaoqwZxVxBo2lmVUvBBfZGuxok0/s320/April+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Lola was so proud to have us at open house. I met her friends and saw her desk. She took me around to the different stations they have in their classroom and then showed me around her school. It was amazing to see her so confident and in control of her surroundings. Her teacher, Mrs. Alvarado, is amazing. I just love her. I couldn't have asked for a better teacher. </div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-49415841864193158382009-04-27T10:29:00.000-07:002009-04-27T10:52:38.025-07:00An Introduction to the Theatre<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2TWMfyC65WxET0fxXtwATNKAxNCDv4lOtx-VNjMnfF9JrM-gWCjMQAXYoTMXY5NQLhwKqztJe4i1lbIWLNIocmAQvk8-_MAzAUS-MZS-UhfMMY-N0lgTJ0_qQag3nl5v0AuE9Y51wHs/s1600-h/April+2009+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329430427925645522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2TWMfyC65WxET0fxXtwATNKAxNCDv4lOtx-VNjMnfF9JrM-gWCjMQAXYoTMXY5NQLhwKqztJe4i1lbIWLNIocmAQvk8-_MAzAUS-MZS-UhfMMY-N0lgTJ0_qQag3nl5v0AuE9Y51wHs/s320/April+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div>As all of you know my first love and passion is theatre. I have been waiting for the day to share this with my children either by watching a show with them or them see me perform. My friend's daughter,Breonnie, was performing in "The Wiz" at her middle school and I immediately snatched up tickets. We went and I sat them in the front row and for the next 2 hours they didn't move a bit. Bryce was absolutely enamored. This little boy opened the show singing Somewhere over the Rainbow in english and spanish and Bryce said, "wow mommy" and lola said "cool" , I was bawling and it wasn't even 2 minutes into the whole show. It was so special to share this world with them and they loved it. Breonnie was Dorothy and Bryce kept calling her his princess. It was SO cute. Lola loved the tinman and still likes to talk through her mouth like he did before he gets some oil.<br /><br />Now the next step is for me to perform and for them to watch their own mother. How amazing. Stay tuned.... I'll let you know!Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-24823622320308210702009-03-31T11:40:00.000-07:002009-03-31T11:57:12.719-07:00Blackout<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmF2B_v_aPb-mR-5EJYIik9hn6rpNM2uOV7Ul5_B-VLAts5iB2hNVBmfh5eRKKByiKPBIw1A53db3jYaS9-FxMVwD6z24kObhvNrhiyXIOGzBYn-n0k9wBvAW6UB3IzTXPVcBNlwuCMcQ/s1600-h/March+2009+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319427550603395586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmF2B_v_aPb-mR-5EJYIik9hn6rpNM2uOV7Ul5_B-VLAts5iB2hNVBmfh5eRKKByiKPBIw1A53db3jYaS9-FxMVwD6z24kObhvNrhiyXIOGzBYn-n0k9wBvAW6UB3IzTXPVcBNlwuCMcQ/s320/March+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>One rainy sunday morning we were all getting ready for church. I had the kids ready to go and on the couch watching cartoons while I took a fast shower. Upon exiting said shower time I heard Lola yell at bryce and then all the lights go out in the house. I run out to the hallway and see bryce against the other side of the hallway laid out on the ground not moving with his eyes wide open. I run to him and see his pupils are dilated and he is in shock, I start asking him questions but all he can do is shake his head. I now see the light socket and a melted fork and a black finger. Put it all together and he had electrocuted himself so badly it blew him against the other side of the wall. I got up and moved him to the couch and needed to get the lights on. I go to my flashlight and realize that bryce had taken the batteries out of course and still in my towel I hold my cell phone up to the breaker so I can see. Bryce starts crying and I am thinking I need to take him to urgent care but I am not dressed nor am I ready for 911 "company"! I call the maintenance man who says it will take him an hour to get to my house to fix the breaker and get the lights on. Poor Bryce can't stop crying and shaking at this point and Lola is just mad we are clearly not attending church today. But "Jesus will be sad" she says, I reply "He will understand!" An hour later all had been restored and Bryce, I hope, finally learned his lesson. </div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-62291144225547393222009-03-31T11:33:00.000-07:002009-03-31T11:40:14.973-07:00Lil' Mama - Big Hitter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghuf7-KJAFVZq10S3j0djNio_db1jZ96Yfxghy3NhGucwHQ240o8D3Qr-al7RhBfE6B-BvMPAA4LHVwuAyyVkqtmv4JtMZq0H6jmGEaPXHqtFBiQSqfDNfIl06bnkOEt2B8lYCg2FrzEQ/s1600-h/March+2009+059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319423442282313810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghuf7-KJAFVZq10S3j0djNio_db1jZ96Yfxghy3NhGucwHQ240o8D3Qr-al7RhBfE6B-BvMPAA4LHVwuAyyVkqtmv4JtMZq0H6jmGEaPXHqtFBiQSqfDNfIl06bnkOEt2B8lYCg2FrzEQ/s320/March+2009+059.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRPUP-_l-ej2WLkEOCxCLusth10xIHf5Vu3X44MQhcXlSL1CSsr-EjvUIyfheSKWXf06c6anr9TE-Nzvr0IOub3Jq9-06mAOkIk0XE07WYvakSz9gMq7pEq7iS5fxCMrEat9vsYqbiZg/s1600-h/March+2009+058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319423328905885506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRPUP-_l-ej2WLkEOCxCLusth10xIHf5Vu3X44MQhcXlSL1CSsr-EjvUIyfheSKWXf06c6anr9TE-Nzvr0IOub3Jq9-06mAOkIk0XE07WYvakSz9gMq7pEq7iS5fxCMrEat9vsYqbiZg/s320/March+2009+058.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzXF6R0wjCS38nmxwrT7dBaIDiUwXmpVM7dB-NiigTh4_Z8wrb5g3m7arowRlW2hSqBEWsRRWTPn3Kd03fUrdHY1IJ51uqzkaLhluScYbPeVwxj5cRDd_7VBkv5ryoR6GU-IpyKpljTkA/s1600-h/March+2009+053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319423326490962082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzXF6R0wjCS38nmxwrT7dBaIDiUwXmpVM7dB-NiigTh4_Z8wrb5g3m7arowRlW2hSqBEWsRRWTPn3Kd03fUrdHY1IJ51uqzkaLhluScYbPeVwxj5cRDd_7VBkv5ryoR6GU-IpyKpljTkA/s320/March+2009+053.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXRHLssdFoDtz0yswL1wb3ROEV7cJKcL-7ScdZ1li9Vhhd18E65TgFVh_mKyaiPxqzW-x6W1_DhaQrTMi75Pf1xwhSyy5aS12WbDpXJlIMFBZ2j6pohb8IGh4ChoiBVhlfQ-WZi3PWBgo/s1600-h/March+2009+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319423320137777314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXRHLssdFoDtz0yswL1wb3ROEV7cJKcL-7ScdZ1li9Vhhd18E65TgFVh_mKyaiPxqzW-x6W1_DhaQrTMi75Pf1xwhSyy5aS12WbDpXJlIMFBZ2j6pohb8IGh4ChoiBVhlfQ-WZi3PWBgo/s320/March+2009+050.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkQu0jYG1zv2CaNUtkLJO5Ja7qoqT64gUgZ05DVOPPg37aupCwYj2DxOLoLZSyfKgl_JPfLUJ2VwS61VHqjmBxQKVSE4V_1n_yinS_ojtGAT-rQ09LUHlXKYhYM3PNYhMFS4YQGfl8AY/s1600-h/March+2009+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319423315321931778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkQu0jYG1zv2CaNUtkLJO5Ja7qoqT64gUgZ05DVOPPg37aupCwYj2DxOLoLZSyfKgl_JPfLUJ2VwS61VHqjmBxQKVSE4V_1n_yinS_ojtGAT-rQ09LUHlXKYhYM3PNYhMFS4YQGfl8AY/s320/March+2009+043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjvh-XzsbRyNSPfId6KpZt98_bw_oexQeFzAe0IEXRi3xCw1F-iYWvHvj_9fCltA01JTphyphenhyphenWSWGbOT1HddQeKNf3bCO7fkrdOjOkcH5uUVFQyKYh07DV7PqSsCJtRblvdU80wxlhPag4/s1600-h/March+2009+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319423311164234226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjvh-XzsbRyNSPfId6KpZt98_bw_oexQeFzAe0IEXRi3xCw1F-iYWvHvj_9fCltA01JTphyphenhyphenWSWGbOT1HddQeKNf3bCO7fkrdOjOkcH5uUVFQyKYh07DV7PqSsCJtRblvdU80wxlhPag4/s320/March+2009+042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Yes it's true, my lil mama is playing softball!! A girl after my own heart! She is playing great and we love her coaches. There is no score and all girls get to hit. (Mom, have I told you how patient you must have been with 5 kids in these kinds of sports?!?!) Lola attended a softball camp by the university girls team and she had a blast. Her games are on tuesday nights and saturday mornings! Anyone is welcome to come cheer them on! </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-59674458277677077242009-03-31T11:27:00.000-07:002009-03-31T11:33:37.708-07:00"Special" hero<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjbnCWZrDcWmdV2xwaincVgEnNFublqeiHiEEXRJLZc6aQYT_CNie3HXVsy1B6VlfIDZScEtEllQ2JJwtc467zmxmgSvcWbQ96np5FTBNgIuQmi4rEIb32CM9dAAmy8b88wts4wft1Is/s1600-h/March+2009+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319421662433474930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjbnCWZrDcWmdV2xwaincVgEnNFublqeiHiEEXRJLZc6aQYT_CNie3HXVsy1B6VlfIDZScEtEllQ2JJwtc467zmxmgSvcWbQ96np5FTBNgIuQmi4rEIb32CM9dAAmy8b88wts4wft1Is/s320/March+2009+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmatHU_cu-T9lLE7syW8zFv-9XQBPR4VAOk_XRWYSGGoCpJS97OM4u8Rbszi51uk18pYv0FynjBH9UlZ1s281aw1EVCMhSr9D9-m_oqsz9sw0SQX3NvBC0GZA3Y0A-hAZb6_Z9K-D4wc/s1600-h/March+2009+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319421659700855026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmatHU_cu-T9lLE7syW8zFv-9XQBPR4VAOk_XRWYSGGoCpJS97OM4u8Rbszi51uk18pYv0FynjBH9UlZ1s281aw1EVCMhSr9D9-m_oqsz9sw0SQX3NvBC0GZA3Y0A-hAZb6_Z9K-D4wc/s320/March+2009+033.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Bryce was in the bathroom for a long time which is never a good sign. I yelled at him to get out of there and that he would be dead meat if he had flushed anything other than what was necessary!! He comes down the hallway in this get up. I have no words and yes those are my glasses. </div></div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-3943402087790578392009-03-31T11:24:00.000-07:002009-03-31T11:27:51.243-07:00Uncle Gaby baby's visit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlXrbuJhOleC1zjKNcSC5Us_GXKeGrt0r9B0H0KZXnWJLVvaDEfFXmeL3U-1htXPtny4m_rhAZd675sr5RUOgjI3NAfK6S_YnkWlOvXaQNWmkPDx1eZpv_AJT1Hl__i4ZUppxIFvRKB0/s1600-h/March+2009+036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319420133655191058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlXrbuJhOleC1zjKNcSC5Us_GXKeGrt0r9B0H0KZXnWJLVvaDEfFXmeL3U-1htXPtny4m_rhAZd675sr5RUOgjI3NAfK6S_YnkWlOvXaQNWmkPDx1eZpv_AJT1Hl__i4ZUppxIFvRKB0/s320/March+2009+036.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>hahahahaha He is going to kill me for posting that title! We used to call him that when he was little. It was so nice to see my brother since it had been awhile since the last time. He didn't get to stay long but the kids loved it. He is single and loves kids, any takers? </div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-43791794725108865722009-03-31T11:18:00.000-07:002009-03-31T11:24:38.754-07:00Sockphone Idol<div><div>I hear the kids singing songs and then laughing hysterically from their room after we had finished our finger painting and bath. Lola is teaching Bryce a new song from school and he is making up his own words! I sneak down the hall to peek in on what they are doing and this is what I see. They transformed the top bunk into a stage and made microphones out of socks!! I said what is this "Sockphone Idol??" I love that both of them are so creative, it warms my soul. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319419286135890962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPUL9BmgMt5v57J2uqeMAC_f-fo0zT47t4ljnt09eqN2ImVGY77-_00oS2vKldWPpq8nat6f5FFPt9elyjCoDtSscMkF_AQvSw5bseUSj-32IBxhh99WBmH8CnavmhwLmTtIQjwqppMyc/s320/March+2009+031.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319419280806266578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpEcwBGmwDE6Nm7lsTYBeR0_Ww405HDr-4FZh6huf94M7kQ_2IbhXyYgDcSqFxSiH6y2q2_P9Lx_U-P_T5XDGELttG6L9kV3Jq52-sTYOuvjweekHaM0HshKSF9gwYN3jAzQ9PJfkBs4/s320/March+2009+032.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-44640065911440491402009-03-31T11:12:00.000-07:002009-03-31T11:18:15.524-07:00Rain Rain go away....<div><div><div><div><div>What do you do with 2 little people when it is raining outside and play space inside is limited?! FINGER PAINT! I found these awesome finger paints on clearance and decided to let them try it. As you can see they used just about every inch of paper and every inch of their body! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319417306989308418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh731Gyke5QiBVHOMenJjUc24PyYaYRrHbJvXhVnWhKjVSfIDkj18gCXojPMVueTjkckqBJr5GUOJbXwMrSH9hMs04dPZrguFTj5pQTlFwe8EKooJO7wh37jNtWrODPwJ-jT-4ixG1Ub_c/s320/March+2009+024.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319417296929420690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2y3TjDfyUq9J9q6JlwOVeIaNfG2Sn5A64400skSBGlKbNdxvdNLVLUY58TQ7zIa06awAOHhbKR_Gd32BTDFRJ-NhyphenhyphenijA3RCxIcyQNQG-s6eNvlaLbj9ERUH8-mLQNfMUHWJta-8wxsx4/s320/March+2009+023.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319417296395464306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATNM_G3lXJOliqqzywXm6RkNNxaFj1y6e_KpQY86g0jUCd2JuR83FMl5v35fgO2aqT8tv-C8cwnqvUGRpLyZmQMWXnchFGyCKUTyplsLCmfh77288y3d2bDOu_LS7Ydwt_aydSS3tr9c/s320/March+2009+021.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319417307824113762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhEXoG01yRf8cvmZYQm90PDVkH_vVoOlsJEMwU7A6UbBGuPs34gR1lvt5k0_U5roQh27HIsrI_E_igWBOOQTG-oECpWaXXeZcevTYsHs-ph70nMJeXNUh8jwElZGEAB0zPhMamykaHbvA/s320/March+2009+027.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319417291468722002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7B0MOxOREkVdOJFmOcHD7OG3A7SJ7X0pF3bKdopJVv2_QYvFnaNChefcdzIe762NwY1U8xDG0PRIAclatm72EaNLSvQ9UiMb4_3kRDEgI0Q-CuIIoPPRmW-24N23Qjbodmw6IrxCl0cA/s320/March+2009+022.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-5293377802582038972009-03-31T11:00:00.000-07:002009-03-31T11:12:29.483-07:00You DON'T drink from this cup<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF7OQOBVpRk3rhaJeMAvezU_D4rEesmkYIs7FLXsRcv_T9XLI4l9igwVOmkA2h058f3zqmKs3W3IA0n7Vs5W2BvylZXEEVoQ0GjTvxDeHl6o27vtXxRV2l1PFY7wejazcQVS4ezEy8Mio/s1600-h/March+2009+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319415622279990658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF7OQOBVpRk3rhaJeMAvezU_D4rEesmkYIs7FLXsRcv_T9XLI4l9igwVOmkA2h058f3zqmKs3W3IA0n7Vs5W2BvylZXEEVoQ0GjTvxDeHl6o27vtXxRV2l1PFY7wejazcQVS4ezEy8Mio/s320/March+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I was in the dollar store with the kids to get just a couple of things and since it was St. Patty's Day coming up I decided to let them each get one thing. I paid no attention to what they grabbed. however I realize that now I should have. Bryce said he wanted a truck, no problem. Lola said she wanted a whistle in a cup, again, no problem. We go through the check out and as I remember it now the man did look at me funny as he was ringing up the "whistle in a cup". Lola exclaimed it was hers and he handed it to her. Fast forward to home and they start playing with their respective new toys. Lola asks me to detach the whistle from the cup. "How odd" I say as I removed the string from the small glass. She goes and fills up the glass with water and as she tips her head back to drink it I gasp. "Bring me that whistle in a cup!" I dig out the packaging in the garbage and as I suspected my 5 year old daughter bought a whistle and shot glass drinking game. NO wonder the man at the register thought I was coo coo! I told her that I had to confiscate the "cup" but she could keep the whistle! Next year please note: Do NOT let said daughter buy a drinking game which may include any whistles or shot glasses! </div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-48939452124054460262009-03-31T10:55:00.000-07:002009-03-31T10:59:59.780-07:00"My girls"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqopVxFRHe1JhKiOCLJRWzWo6ZSPwwEKQ25yMTiZAMXvlmkXWVcnXIuAUv9ur_qlBpACkKYJDn0jqaIOWi7Q9oALcXQENnIEntt_szeCaqAishXr-7dJYnUa-BVAAqD3sS8mLGvZUxBRA/s1600-h/March+2009+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319413087169844322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqopVxFRHe1JhKiOCLJRWzWo6ZSPwwEKQ25yMTiZAMXvlmkXWVcnXIuAUv9ur_qlBpACkKYJDn0jqaIOWi7Q9oALcXQENnIEntt_szeCaqAishXr-7dJYnUa-BVAAqD3sS8mLGvZUxBRA/s320/March+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Happy Valentine's Day I say to my little people. I decided to take them out to lunch and when the waitress came to our table bryce said "I'm eating lunch with my girls" The waitress snorted out a laugh and said that is the most adorable thing she had heard anyone say all day. </div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-76366833588265784322009-03-29T19:34:00.000-07:002009-03-29T19:54:37.701-07:00Let them eat cake!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYYUaek8M0GjKmdaY-mzOQ7vs3ECj7-EqiOEskYwAlMTB9D-RzB4kwpUyK5KYBOwv5emXAMTjyP0Xy-dtc7hr5xdcF41ebKdKHPtl65i4owgy-T6SnKKIvk-KYiRgQl99eDmqgk7DQTg/s1600-h/February+2009+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYYUaek8M0GjKmdaY-mzOQ7vs3ECj7-EqiOEskYwAlMTB9D-RzB4kwpUyK5KYBOwv5emXAMTjyP0Xy-dtc7hr5xdcF41ebKdKHPtl65i4owgy-T6SnKKIvk-KYiRgQl99eDmqgk7DQTg/s320/February+2009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318808416786859458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh253Sz2eDQgzrCf3N6Ea_-qOznY1IV7PvWLOkmblldyWl7TY3PyugerVVKj52wq-hMDsB64tQZReA-XYDupIp_Lb3t7Elzh1ef2lCdYHPH8KxZryOgh2R0etEvzlpdCPSrODi9MamdLXY/s1600-h/February+2009+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh253Sz2eDQgzrCf3N6Ea_-qOznY1IV7PvWLOkmblldyWl7TY3PyugerVVKj52wq-hMDsB64tQZReA-XYDupIp_Lb3t7Elzh1ef2lCdYHPH8KxZryOgh2R0etEvzlpdCPSrODi9MamdLXY/s320/February+2009+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318808399950573954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4w3V5F4mV6_Pa2fpOD0sTzSSoe6pShnvARmAv9Fa_wRm-_KpcGXzy2kaRh5rQ9EjNSBzDInGNFylSYDpHBgljGBUb8rM3xdP669vQCv_VetftJFhCavlAHgbARofmrKHr7GUeqevH8w/s1600-h/February+2009+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4w3V5F4mV6_Pa2fpOD0sTzSSoe6pShnvARmAv9Fa_wRm-_KpcGXzy2kaRh5rQ9EjNSBzDInGNFylSYDpHBgljGBUb8rM3xdP669vQCv_VetftJFhCavlAHgbARofmrKHr7GUeqevH8w/s320/February+2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318804574902032114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhINbE9HhnKKKIWyra-C8zr1ur_8n7MYyawm1Zr63xwsy-WSgDthzPz8uyKAXjPs6xoL_X_L9j7D7-9fuKQWQGVVyfmrSwUF1iGCAeuo_ZetC-TISYsqj1-V1zQL940fy5caIi98YKgyeo/s1600-h/February+2009+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhINbE9HhnKKKIWyra-C8zr1ur_8n7MYyawm1Zr63xwsy-WSgDthzPz8uyKAXjPs6xoL_X_L9j7D7-9fuKQWQGVVyfmrSwUF1iGCAeuo_ZetC-TISYsqj1-V1zQL940fy5caIi98YKgyeo/s320/February+2009+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318807472972806370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUbfCNo5g_fLXdTS2zDLS-dic6DNkECo-igtx1QO1quCI5HAJTvpnRk2bVjBgrvbfWY5M9EYmk7gG3snE38gohcjJ4eG8gjO90D3R80PXwLiG9OMFuonJLV5210A8SD9wc2TTYNXw7qg/s1600-h/February+2009+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUbfCNo5g_fLXdTS2zDLS-dic6DNkECo-igtx1QO1quCI5HAJTvpnRk2bVjBgrvbfWY5M9EYmk7gG3snE38gohcjJ4eG8gjO90D3R80PXwLiG9OMFuonJLV5210A8SD9wc2TTYNXw7qg/s320/February+2009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318806345488857218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WXcEmjw70bT-RAaw-LA5AZ3ZOfoy8NMG76x4HJNX-QRIHUa1IyLTorevQXx0qKbbuCywG-OvayJ8NgU-MTTUUjTAMDKZXinrqiF3oETS6YnYpnxPzb9Gaz4gO8auh3Dj7CqKg_Rl3zs/s1600-h/February+2009+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WXcEmjw70bT-RAaw-LA5AZ3ZOfoy8NMG76x4HJNX-QRIHUa1IyLTorevQXx0qKbbuCywG-OvayJ8NgU-MTTUUjTAMDKZXinrqiF3oETS6YnYpnxPzb9Gaz4gO8auh3Dj7CqKg_Rl3zs/s320/February+2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318804568561125938" border="0" /></a>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-21546596162692673912009-01-28T14:54:00.000-08:002009-01-28T15:04:02.583-08:00You drink from a cup!So Mr. Bryce has been having some issues with running to the bathroom every 3-5 minutes and having accidents. This has led to a Dr. visit and some tests. We were in the Dr's office where they requested Bryce to pee in a cup for them. He couldn't do it in the bathroom so we let him try to give the sample in the room. The first sample he had the elephant out and the walnuts in which didn't work! The next sample he looked up too fast and peed all over me and then finally got it right. Sure I could have helped him but I don't do Bryce below the waist. As he gets older he will SO be on his own so why not teach him that now! lol Fast forward to later in the afternoon at home. Bryce exclaims he has to go poddy so I yell ruuuuunnnnn! I turn around and continue what I'm doing and next thing I know I see Bryce coming out of the kitchen pulling up his pants from around his ankles! I said "oh no honey, did you have an accident?" His reply "Nope! I went pee in the cup and put it in the sink" OH NO he didn't!! I looked in the kitchen sink and sure enough there was his sample in his curious george cup sitting in the sink. I grabbed the bleach and washed down my whole kitchen!! He's crazy!!!Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-43185491880995844852009-01-28T14:49:00.000-08:002009-01-28T14:54:25.889-08:00Lola's new look...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0LaV7Ye87dST1RduuSN_L32e6SvBm91C7WKixFLU7-rn0FvxCWEJM8lfAh6vVq1xJczrAvM_OqCalYMSndOfMWdgltC7c2_DKuqHrWHTlZijeiCklQIEll-O8PlGRTA5-tir4SgSt4bA/s1600-h/January+2009.4+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296481644083645218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0LaV7Ye87dST1RduuSN_L32e6SvBm91C7WKixFLU7-rn0FvxCWEJM8lfAh6vVq1xJczrAvM_OqCalYMSndOfMWdgltC7c2_DKuqHrWHTlZijeiCklQIEll-O8PlGRTA5-tir4SgSt4bA/s320/January+2009.4+005.jpg" border="0" /></a>Lil mama wanted her hair short like mine. I told the hairdresser to take it up as far as she could without comprimising the inevitable poodle look. I think it turned out fantastic. She loves it and so does everyone else. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHGgTgpWZWjbDAKD-cb0rFX5K8tKDf72w7OMKyCx6ZYVkpYu8k8uY2WrlTs_wT-5GffXEJ17pbAP0u3UEHHtHOUP_nFGdN3skUyXKN1TyAYMmgwgU_9tqye_pfks3QrsXKtnoySXIqzU/s1600-h/January+2009.4+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296480989683094306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHGgTgpWZWjbDAKD-cb0rFX5K8tKDf72w7OMKyCx6ZYVkpYu8k8uY2WrlTs_wT-5GffXEJ17pbAP0u3UEHHtHOUP_nFGdN3skUyXKN1TyAYMmgwgU_9tqye_pfks3QrsXKtnoySXIqzU/s320/January+2009.4+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-17433185909958426122009-01-28T14:19:00.000-08:002009-01-28T14:26:43.629-08:00What a surprise...Lola has a friend named Taylor who isn't much into the girly stuff. She loves to ride skateboards and play football. Now that's my kind of girl! Taylor received a present for Christmas that wasn't so much her style and she thought it was right up lola's ally. boy was she right! Here is Lola's <div><div><div>reaction when she first sees it. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHWGnmKjrJvlY-9aIiszE60yrLdTVyO4H3YgHIDjgi67UFR80upZ9qMl9-70p_fSVSDP5uDsJ5lazY8oJXMtf64F7ugyzOFyUZwERGIYbbnZIpHahn8bAj6M9EO7KoOxQUIc05NGRSnk/s1600-h/January+2009.4+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296473751061830370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHWGnmKjrJvlY-9aIiszE60yrLdTVyO4H3YgHIDjgi67UFR80upZ9qMl9-70p_fSVSDP5uDsJ5lazY8oJXMtf64F7ugyzOFyUZwERGIYbbnZIpHahn8bAj6M9EO7KoOxQUIc05NGRSnk/s320/January+2009.4+002.jpg" border="0" /></a>. </div><div>This is what made her SO excited and why Taylor was happy to pass it on. Thank you Taylor! We love you! </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPlQJln199zIodltYrCJPTwUYWiuynAcTi_B7BZMUK9W7QJLaCAsnPkEF3Evjz1G9T8qAeJGaDC7jvcrL3UNLUP8SFiYHRT1zWSYxBirYabzWFBMu1cGoMH5QdR5OpMjCjfdF4LwQ0Xmk/s1600-h/January+2009.4+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296473756172962194" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPlQJln199zIodltYrCJPTwUYWiuynAcTi_B7BZMUK9W7QJLaCAsnPkEF3Evjz1G9T8qAeJGaDC7jvcrL3UNLUP8SFiYHRT1zWSYxBirYabzWFBMu1cGoMH5QdR5OpMjCjfdF4LwQ0Xmk/s320/January+2009.4+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWpxKXnEm670zv5GLmXEp0txiw68aOD7DlY5A0jeV4qSPt73xEgPnfKKB-imMiq5v8DUva-DcoGrZkeSSmH30Iljsp1du2Xw4QXjU52a3g3nQqpNsc1Vu4uwraqr_YuvmB4JnCCXDzn9I/s1600-h/January+2009.4+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296473762844060658" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWpxKXnEm670zv5GLmXEp0txiw68aOD7DlY5A0jeV4qSPt73xEgPnfKKB-imMiq5v8DUva-DcoGrZkeSSmH30Iljsp1du2Xw4QXjU52a3g3nQqpNsc1Vu4uwraqr_YuvmB4JnCCXDzn9I/s320/January+2009.4+008.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-49688156129149640762009-01-28T13:54:00.000-08:002009-01-28T15:09:45.897-08:00I'm gonna wash that boy right outta my.....We are all sitting down to eat dinner and Bryce finds he has dribbled the tiniest of tiny spots on his shirt. I told him to go get a little towel to dry it because he freaks out when he's dirty. NOT my kid! A few minutes have gone by and I find bryce doing this as I come into my kitchen. "what are you doing!?" his reply "my muscle shirt is dirty" It had a TINY spot on it! I said "you don't have to wash it right now and besides I do the laundry around here!" As you can see he has already changed his whole outfit! <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrzw2CHgbme5XU71ZUtishX8y7KOWSi-BwbwUAy-M-4sISlR3TLlfusnQ_VaKFNsazT1512myejNv2HcJSBz5h6z83apaQClMwmq4C-1EVZCjw5U7TGfpivEEeRzZAoi28Ci_rFLL5B7o/s1600-h/January+2009.4+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296468161774833874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrzw2CHgbme5XU71ZUtishX8y7KOWSi-BwbwUAy-M-4sISlR3TLlfusnQ_VaKFNsazT1512myejNv2HcJSBz5h6z83apaQClMwmq4C-1EVZCjw5U7TGfpivEEeRzZAoi28Ci_rFLL5B7o/s320/January+2009.4+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>A few minutes go by and I come back in the kitchen and this is what I see. He has lifted the lid and started the washing machine!! He is literally about to fall in head first. I said "I told you to stop washing!" His reply "I want to wear my muscle shirt tomorrow!" I told him I would do it! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0uAXIcee3aw5xpkfbmsLHEXWmSZZzpj-7JmtRgpUm4Yi1Fb1QyqD7LxI0FGzY3ZC1DzxugNyJuuTu47qQTv9Q-s3EN9ohoaBgLz1liHADpnsewAJWLtlXeVDlj_B4hG30R-m-zy8nE38/s1600-h/January+2009.4+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296470012120128114" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0uAXIcee3aw5xpkfbmsLHEXWmSZZzpj-7JmtRgpUm4Yi1Fb1QyqD7LxI0FGzY3ZC1DzxugNyJuuTu47qQTv9Q-s3EN9ohoaBgLz1liHADpnsewAJWLtlXeVDlj_B4hG30R-m-zy8nE38/s320/January+2009.4+019.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>5 minutes later this is what I see as I round the corner. He has managed to get completely wedged between the washer and dryer. I almost left him there I was so tired of chasing him around! For the record I did help him and almost literally tied him to his bed! And... yes he did have a clean muscle shirt the next day! </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296467211720274866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6K1JmUJyZdWj_ucZDGLjR4jPQdkoF3tKlusDQ7HptRNg9rOrrzzo-2nv76h-NbMqeXvK45312UIY7mi9ixydTodPiantlAhFlFdL0Ka6ls7fG-AdDxDQD1-KBAngvMCJwijZE6PyG-TQ/s320/January+2009.4+014.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p></p></div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-24638712081659714252009-01-28T13:46:00.001-08:002009-01-28T15:10:41.373-08:00Sick on a rainy day...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidigct8Fk46a3mZQRFyCTMfRASJnE3Y3oUWupqkX9ZcCFjBKFDTrBBUAZ9e6mXPXoYNLD94GYwSAFt1DKxs1hmWcV1eMSNIlF4JQyxRnhu7RsiNjit0LDexRkoqzM8DGwNrR1UVlGOjPw/s1600-h/January+2009.4+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296465892821230194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidigct8Fk46a3mZQRFyCTMfRASJnE3Y3oUWupqkX9ZcCFjBKFDTrBBUAZ9e6mXPXoYNLD94GYwSAFt1DKxs1hmWcV1eMSNIlF4JQyxRnhu7RsiNjit0LDexRkoqzM8DGwNrR1UVlGOjPw/s320/January+2009.4+024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Bryce had pneumonia last week and I kept telling him that he couldn't be outside because it was raining. We had to run a bunch of errands one of those days and he convinced me somehow that he needed the largest umbrella they make in the united states to protect his wee little head. That huge umbrella went everywhere! AND if you didn't already know, a three year old doesn't have the best peripheral vision! He was knocking people out left and right. The funny part is they would look down and they couldn't see him only his frog boots. One man said, "Mr Frogman be careful" Bryce's eyes got really big and he said, "mommy, I'm a frogman!" I said you're going to be a dead man if you don't stop knocking people over with your umbrella! LOL </div>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-59305009299763742012009-01-14T13:12:00.000-08:002009-01-14T13:26:38.265-08:00I have no words....My mother said I shouldn't post this but I wouldn't be keeping an accurate blog if I didn't. Last night at bath time I had Bryce in the tub with his toys. I let him play by himself for awhile and then he called me when he was ready for shampoo etc. Most everyone knows by now that I don't do bryce below the waist. Ever since he was born I took one look at him and said, "what am I supposed to know about that?!" I am so happy that he is now pottie trained and can bathe himself! Everything was moving along like clockwork until.... I hear Bryce start whimpering for me to come see him ... "ow ow" he starts saying. I head down the hallway, open up the bathroom door and to my horror I see that he has spent his free time stuffing his little man part into the top of a kiddie shower gel plastic bottle. He is standing up and it's literally hanging from his little man part stuck!! I almost threw up in my mouth! I said, "what have you done?!?!" He whimpers and says "It's stuck!" I have him sit down and swallowing the acid in my throat I try to pour a ton of soap on top of it to see if HE can pull it off. It doesn't work. This means I now have to touch it. Lola comes in the bathroom asking why I'm dry heaving.... no mommy is not going to throw up... get out, I'm dealing with your brother! This plastic bottle is vacuum sealed to his boy part! I do my best to keep soaping and little by little (ha ha) it slips out. PHEW!! In between trying not to throw up I am laughing so hard I have tears running down my face! I look at Bryce and say "don't ever stuff that thing in anything ever again!!" I asked him why he would do such a thing and his reply "I wanted to see if it would fit" of course... it's too logical! This boy is only 3! I am so NOT prepared for what else he will come up with as he gets older.Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-45183010534120424262009-01-14T13:03:00.000-08:002009-01-14T13:12:09.429-08:00Pass the .....So there we are, my little family, sitting in church and actually staying quiet! Lola is sitting on my lap while Bryce is "reading" a book. This happens to be during a quiet time in our meeting and I'm impressed that they are doing so well until.... Bryce makes some funny face at Lola who gets the giggles. Her giggles in turn make the other children sitting next to us, in front of us and behind us start giggling as well. I look over and do a quiet apology to all parents involved as we are all now trying to "shush" the children. Most everyone has calmed down but Lola, of course. I tell her in her ear to be quiet or else... Bryce looked at her and did the face again and it was a wrap! She almost snorted I think and just when I was about to take her out of church lola does the unthinkable... She passes gas! The harder she laughed the more she farted. Yes I said it, my daughter farted.. a lot. She has this issue when she laughs, it makes hide and go seek very easy for me. I find her first everytime! Now lola is sitting on my lap when she starts farting and I gasp "LOLA" and she gasps giggling "Mommy!" To my horror there are the other parents now looking at me as though I'm the one making the gassy noises!! I had to take her out, not for crying like everyone else has to but for farting. Never in my life....Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-16681086442767768662009-01-14T13:02:00.001-08:002009-01-14T15:29:14.378-08:00Sunday Best<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZ5QcORJMQGywMK-20TonegS9LjwgBPC5euhhf_uPHgbTt69xL6m8lzLCiA5FTkzZk3e469y-lBq6srrhgjcHChdg6iYglqWdPqi4z9Q-CaKlWw5g0HWfZH20XVkzEeVsJXO-YNoIPvU/s1600-h/January+2009.2+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291295509728293554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZ5QcORJMQGywMK-20TonegS9LjwgBPC5euhhf_uPHgbTt69xL6m8lzLCiA5FTkzZk3e469y-lBq6srrhgjcHChdg6iYglqWdPqi4z9Q-CaKlWw5g0HWfZH20XVkzEeVsJXO-YNoIPvU/s320/January+2009.2+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7zGqw4WlPJbI5lYHv9DuyVqGOkXvA_-JNVnbnudsxNm8j0ediOX3IL8aTh7LAIa0sINKqIJdq7JQiTzaF4Qa3o_TolENFZ6WJEeMcRlydFmuCA7JdWfExwE9cNuRDKJdh11VvP_oto1Q/s1600-h/January+2009.2+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291265511579863682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7zGqw4WlPJbI5lYHv9DuyVqGOkXvA_-JNVnbnudsxNm8j0ediOX3IL8aTh7LAIa0sINKqIJdq7JQiTzaF4Qa3o_TolENFZ6WJEeMcRlydFmuCA7JdWfExwE9cNuRDKJdh11VvP_oto1Q/s320/January+2009.2+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNYcmfuPNYSZDzpcc86N2F81MXS7s3rE83KqoEoniOj1fwlEyQzBh0p91VfB_Q4yhYPUoR2Oma4Ahg4_K4pqrQ3kBt9b-8KekSngUtt2LkjN8BguUZLkNP8w3ImJFNAU0JXq5F9NY7UU/s1600-h/January+2009.2+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291265544394739154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNYcmfuPNYSZDzpcc86N2F81MXS7s3rE83KqoEoniOj1fwlEyQzBh0p91VfB_Q4yhYPUoR2Oma4Ahg4_K4pqrQ3kBt9b-8KekSngUtt2LkjN8BguUZLkNP8w3ImJFNAU0JXq5F9NY7UU/s320/January+2009.2+040.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-80003027141141967132009-01-14T12:41:00.000-08:002009-01-14T13:31:10.699-08:00When a 3 year old steals a cameraI was on the phone trying to find a place for Bryce to go to daycare since everyone here is sick. While I'm on the phone his sticky little fingers lifted my camera and he got shutter happy. I was not aware of this until I started posting today and to my surprise I see what he was doing while I was on the phone. He even got a video clip of me talking about HIM. I didn't even know he knew how to take video!!! 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Well wouldn't you know that in a Kid's Meal they now are handing out 3-D puzzles?! "Thanks for nothing", I shouted at my Wendy's window friend. But to my astonishment it was fairly simple. It does not even compare to my 84 piece Ikea direction 3-D puzzle from before. This was 11 pieces and the directions walked you step by step! The kids actually did most of it. Awesome<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQZlc2SXLLjEZAHoZIZ6jg95S7yqMXJy2GWgQsaOHhyE9pHr8JpDC1740POxXoAjGwq3n0f_sogxW33VbG2JajgoG8-WlxXDXIjGZGpE2nnt1yXYP4OvaaxJgCwWBrT_gZT9CwPvQNCo/s1600-h/January+2009.2+072.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQZlc2SXLLjEZAHoZIZ6jg95S7yqMXJy2GWgQsaOHhyE9pHr8JpDC1740POxXoAjGwq3n0f_sogxW33VbG2JajgoG8-WlxXDXIjGZGpE2nnt1yXYP4OvaaxJgCwWBrT_gZT9CwPvQNCo/s320/January+2009.2+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291252064366104130" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Xkk7C9O9WiMkEPaUE4iJ8Xk-KWZbbANzxvJZWOEnY0U2XTUVvwhmqV0N2a91ITanXtbB7-XmDRZTqwjlOISwPZ7hGnwpQ6jUHlOE-gaiXVByQTrC7datfH8isg06V00sA6XNa1Jp0tI/s1600-h/January+2009.2+062.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Xkk7C9O9WiMkEPaUE4iJ8Xk-KWZbbANzxvJZWOEnY0U2XTUVvwhmqV0N2a91ITanXtbB7-XmDRZTqwjlOISwPZ7hGnwpQ6jUHlOE-gaiXVByQTrC7datfH8isg06V00sA6XNa1Jp0tI/s320/January+2009.2+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291252052438108402" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxmFsrJIxPDfGLMEJUVbqNglFM_L0wiRSrtuWOZjX_Fm1wvuZXzXVxu905yK_LHkJXWq551tloDz-aszOFRWvnggtfPGgQPEN7rll79BZlc71IVQ27LAmms_Z1YnlQZhc4ZnXKCzFXIcA/s1600-h/January+2009.2+064.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxmFsrJIxPDfGLMEJUVbqNglFM_L0wiRSrtuWOZjX_Fm1wvuZXzXVxu905yK_LHkJXWq551tloDz-aszOFRWvnggtfPGgQPEN7rll79BZlc71IVQ27LAmms_Z1YnlQZhc4ZnXKCzFXIcA/s320/January+2009.2+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291252079078519538" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9BFtsaRsftIOilh37qwHeEGdAYjh_9XlZg-TCesEoyoOcZZRcfq8sAoX8AXQuW-19NqmzagR5jVpNLrprlVwIfvqrG3_4qYCBCojqxrGeoeDIFM-t_mnlqd0u56tu1lVukiyvUhpm9Q/s1600-h/January+2009.2+048.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9BFtsaRsftIOilh37qwHeEGdAYjh_9XlZg-TCesEoyoOcZZRcfq8sAoX8AXQuW-19NqmzagR5jVpNLrprlVwIfvqrG3_4qYCBCojqxrGeoeDIFM-t_mnlqd0u56tu1lVukiyvUhpm9Q/s320/January+2009.2+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291252072204986658" /></a>Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018313857685986228.post-7064914082162837872009-01-14T12:23:00.000-08:002009-01-14T12:32:10.740-08:00Vegetable Cheeks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPTya_o1GbPEBbAsTkklZGPVHbrLwOjvij2pcxgZpUpvoLFiAsgoKNSHbSOguQViNck94nHkZuWgM88mXQZpvRFV4_4tP8KXnuvb2-9Ql3s7EPTT2oluu2BS95Ns7Muc6WYkiHG_kTxo/s1600-h/January+2009.2+042.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPTya_o1GbPEBbAsTkklZGPVHbrLwOjvij2pcxgZpUpvoLFiAsgoKNSHbSOguQViNck94nHkZuWgM88mXQZpvRFV4_4tP8KXnuvb2-9Ql3s7EPTT2oluu2BS95Ns7Muc6WYkiHG_kTxo/s320/January+2009.2+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291249800834112482" /></a><br />I remember when I was little that I HATED anything to do with eating vegetables. I was afraid that this would be passed on to my children but thankfully so far so good until.... Bryce and his puffy cheeks were eating some green beans and he cleared his plate and had been finished with dinner for about 20 minutes. I said, "Yay, you both ate your dinner, who wants ice cream?" Lola jumped up and down and Bryce started to but then he stopped and just shook his head no. I thought that was odd so I asked him why. He immediately looked guilty but wouldn't talk. Tapping into my deviousness as a child with vegetables for dinner I looked at him and said, "come here now" He stood before me with his head down. I said, "where are your green beans?" He shook his head... I said again, "where are your green beans, did you flush them, did you throw them away, did you put them on Lola's plate, are they in your pockets?" (yes, all tricks I used to do) He shook his head again and opened his mouth... There to my amazement I saw that this poor kid had mashed up all the green beans and had been hiding them in his cheeks for the last 20 minutes!!!!!Sara Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300302063994167111noreply@blogger.com0