tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213138022024-03-14T10:48:38.569-04:00marieshecticlife"The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache."Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.comBlogger973125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-92229062489518320482014-12-13T21:18:00.000-05:002014-12-13T21:18:38.284-05:00Catching up...I have been a blogging slacker. SLACKER. I am getting started on my Christmas cards and that usually includes a family letter. And that includes an update. And there is a LOT to update.<br />
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Harmony: This girl is busy from sun up to sun down. Band. Reading. Writing. Drawing. Hanging out with friends. She has had so many fun opportunities lately! Playing in the half time show at a UCLA game, going to the Disney studios to learn about art...and of course there are all the band competitions, football games, dances, hanging out with friends, movies, sleepovers...her schedule is tough to keep up with!<br />
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Ethan: is getting to be as busy as his sister. He too, is a band geek. With Ben & I having absolutely no musical abilities, we find this odd! I have loved to see him progress in his playing. He took up the baritone last year and has worked his way up, in a little over a year, from beginning band to advanced. He has totally shot up and now towers over me, which he loves to tease me about. He, has a lot of the same talents & interests as Harmony. Reading, writing, drawing & music.<br />
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After a year, Connor gave up on the band life! He decided to do something different and it is much more up his alley...yearbook! He has loved walking around the school with his "press pass", taking pictures and using the computer to design pages. He is a "techie" kid and loves anything to do with electronics. Of course he still loves Legos, and designs detailed bases. Mason considers Connor to be his personal slave, and Connor is too sweet to say no!<br />
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Ivan: This kid is...fun. He worked hard to prove that he could be safe while riding his bike to school. He has done a great job (even though it still scares me) and loves the freedom of riding back and forth. He has had his struggles at school but we have been working through them. He still loves Legos, pirates and playing video games. He had a rough Thanksgiving break, as his best friend moved. We all took it hard, and were sad to see them go!<br />
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Mason had an interesting start to kindergarten...a few of the boys decided to use their scissors to cut each others clothing, lunch bags, back packs etc. Mason ended up with a hole cut into his favorite hat, 2 shirts, and his backpack strap cut. Luckily the kids learned their lesson and we are no longer dealing with it! Mason is, just like his Dad and brothers, a Lego kid. He also loves playing at the park. He is learning to read & write and it is fun to see him learn & grow.<br />
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Ben & I are trying to keep up with the kiddos. It is hard to believe how time has passed & how the kids have grown and changed. Ben still travels quite a bit for work. We are currently waiting on our newest set of orders, which will most likely be in San Diego. <br />
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So there you have it. Our life in a nut shell. Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-78992270958048457592014-08-03T14:33:00.000-04:002014-08-03T14:33:13.057-04:00On band camp, hot weather and Harry Potter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No matter what I try to do to slow our lives down...nothing ever seems to work! We are always BUSY. But I suppose if we weren't busy, we would be bored...so I guess it is a catch 22.<br />
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Harmony, had freshman band camp this week. Since she didn't go last year, and never really learned all the fundamentals of marching, she decided to do it this year. Which means she and I were up and out of the house by 7:30, so we could pick up her friend and get her to camp on time. 8:00-12:30, they practiced marching, were given new music and made new friends with the kids just joining. It was followed up by marching in the parade at the Ventura County Fair. <br />
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It has been a hot week (by Camarillo standards) and so the boys and I have spent a lot of time indoors...at least until the sun started to go down anyway! Then out came the bikes, scooters, light sabers, swords and shields. The boys spent pretty much every evening watching the sun go down as they played. I love that even though they are "too old", that Ethan and Connor still get out and play with Ivan & Mason.<br />
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Speaking of setting suns, we had the most glorious PINK sunset the other night. I love living in such a beautiful place.<br />
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Friday (July 31st) is Harry Potter's birthday! So after dropping Harmony off at band camp, the boys and I headed to Simi Valley for a Harry Potter birthday party. There is a used book store called $5 or less and not only were they hosting, but each child was given a bag, that they could fill with free books.<br />
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We had a great time combing through the shelves, reading all the HP signs, searching for the Golden Snitch and coming away with tons of free & cheap books.<br />
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Harmony starts school on the 21st and the boys on the 27th. So the end of our summer is filled with one more band camp, orthodontist, optometrist and well child exams. As well as a couple of shots for Connor and getting Mason ready for kindergarten! <br />
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Whew. I think I could use a little bit of boring in my life!Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-60128479007064217582014-07-27T06:00:00.000-04:002014-07-27T06:00:03.692-04:00Forced family fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our family has been pulled in 20 different locations lately.<br />
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We have been so busy and have hardly had any time together. At least, fun quality time instead of, "we have to get this,this, this and this done" time.<br />
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The usual fall back for us is a movie night. However, with Harmony having really different interests then the boys, the two older boys wanting to watch things that the two younger can't. So, movie night has become increasingly harder.<br />
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Thanks to a Groupon offer, we decided on a round of mini golf and an arcade. We hit up Golf -n- Stuff in Ventura. <br />
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I am not the best at mini golf, but it sure is fun. We had a blast going to each hole. We didn't keep score which made it more fun, since there was no competing at all. A lot of members of our family do not deal well with competition.<br />
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After the golfing we hit up the sweaty, hot and stinky arcade. Ben, Mason and I played a tough round of air hockey, Harmony loved the dance games, Ethan and Connor not only danced but also played Star Wars games. Ivan held onto his tokens until the very last minute. Then used them on Mario Kart.<br />
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We were all starving so we hit up Five Guys. We had never tried it before but had heard good things. While the price was steep, we really enjoyed it! Huge yummy burgers and fries. Of course, Mason just wanted a hot dog. Sigh. <br />
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It was so nice to spend time together. I enjoyed watching the kids laugh, play, work together, sit together, talk and just be.<br />
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I know it sounds dorky or cliché or...whatever. But I love my family & love spending time with them!Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-73591616051274660442014-07-26T15:53:00.000-04:002014-07-26T15:53:21.412-04:00Den chiefs & den leadersEven though I said I was tired of writing about day camp, there are two other things I want to mention.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">FIRST: </span><span style="color: black;">Den chiefs. The boys were volunteered to help at day camp. They need service hours and so I decided that this would be the perfect time. I am very thoughtful that way. </span><br />
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Even though they were volunteered, they were AMAZING! They were literally climbed on, wrestled on, forced to entertain, lead and be patient with the boys. They were just so good. Ethan was my den chief so I got to put him to work.<br />
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Connor was put in a group with kids he didn't know and totally rocked it. I was only able to catch glimpses of him but it was fun to see.<br />
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Although he is not my child, a friends son was there with us also. He too was amazing and I was so proud of all of them. <br />
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<span style="color: red;">SECOND: </span><span style="color: black;">Den leaders. All volunteers. A lot of us were with our own children but not all. "Mr. Patrick" was basically Mason's bff the whole week. Making sure he was ok and having fun, wearing sunscreen and drinking water. I would catch him holding his hand, walking and talking with him.</span><br />
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I really appreciated that he had someone to be with all week. Ben was gone on a field exercise and so I know it meant a lot for Mason to have a man around.<br />
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So that is it. The final, final installment of the day camp saga. Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-25000064356960850032014-07-26T01:43:00.000-04:002014-07-26T01:43:13.555-04:00Day camp days 3,4,5 I am already tired of blogging about day camp. <br />
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So lets do the last three days in one post. I will try to keep it somewhat short...<br />
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BB Guns round 2 was a huge hit! <br />
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He also made no bake cowboy cookies, but he got to do his absolute favorite...Bottle rockets!<br />
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You fill somewhat with water, pump and let it fly. It is fun to watch them fly but also to see the boys reactions. <br />
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The camp brought in a nice big climbing wall, and although I didn't think he would want to do it...he did! He got up about halfway and then decided to repel back down. He ran off crying and I couldn't figure out why. He had done a great job.<br />
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When I caught up with him, he said, "the harness kept cutting into my legs!". So yeah that could affect your climbing!<br />
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The second chance at Archery also went 100 times better than the first. We made sure he had the right kind of bow, and told him to just shoot how he felt comfortable. So he was much happier.<br />
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The last day, I honestly could have strangled some of the kids! LOL. I was done and ready to go. We played games, did an old time photo booth and then of course...the water slide.<br />
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It had been built up and built up, and so when the kids were given one turn only. There was some major disappointment. From all sides. <br />
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We only had a half day on Friday so we did the wrap up, cleaned up camp and were gone. I kept home and slept for a good couple of hours.<br />
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Day camp is over for another year. We shall see what happens next year!Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-74032744059587348752014-07-24T12:32:00.000-04:002014-07-24T12:32:25.404-04:00Day camp---> day 2A week at day camp generally goes like this:<br />
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Monday & Tuesday everyone is excited and happy to be there. They are having fun and aren't too tired yet.<br />
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Wednesday & Thursday everyone is worn out and grouchy.<br />
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Friday everyone is happy because we just play all day aaaaand we aren't coming back the next day.<br />
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After trying very hard at archery, Ivan was very discouraged because he just.couldn't.get.it. Then we realized that he was using a left handed bow. Two different people were giving him directions. He dropped the bow, covered his ears, screamed, "this is too confusing" and ran off.<br />
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It was not the best start to our day but...after that he was in a great mood! Thank heaven cause I was tired!<br />
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They made (and ate) edible fire, practiced their whittling skills, played games and had fun.<br />
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Last week, for the second year in a row, I got to spend some quality time at day camp.<br />
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8:30-4:30 in the sun, with 13 boys (ages 9-10), doing crafts, learning skills and running around like crazy.<br />
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It is NOT for the faint of heart. However, because of Ivan's...uh quirks, he really needs someone there with him. So I am up.<br />
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Day camp would have been one thing, but throw in Ben being on a field exercise, and Harmony being at summer school, it made for a busy week.<br />
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I made Ethan and Connor come and volunteer at day camp, and threw Mason in to the tot-lot. Tot lot is for siblings and they get to go do some of the same things the older boys do. <br />
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When the week was over, and I uploaded all my pictures, I had over 200 pictures. Between my four boys, the boys from our ward, friends boys and the boys in my den...it makes for a lot of photo ops.<br />
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Day 1:<br />
Games, bb guns (Ivan's favorite!) crafts.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ivan was old enough to shoot a real bb gun! He did an amazing job!</td></tr>
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The trading post is always a hit and the boys loaded up on candy!<br />
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Making cool leather name tags...<br />
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The first day was fun yet long. At the end of the day, this is what we all felt like doing...<br />
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I swear it happened in the blink of an eye. <br />
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One day I had a newborn baby who was all smooth skin, chubby baby legs and spent a lot of time on my hip!<br />
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The next I have a 5 year old with more "ouchies" than you can count, a buzzed hair cut and going into kindergarten.<br />
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His birthday party was a simple affair. With cake, friends and mass amounts of Legos. To say that Mason was spoiled would be the understatement of the year.<br />
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Five years. Five amazing years.<br />
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So, as per birthday tradition, here are five reasons why I love my five year old!<br />
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1. Those big beautiful eyes!!<br />
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2. He is so easy going! He rolls with the punches and is sweet as can be.<br />
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3. He is so snuggly! He is never too old to snuggle with his Mom, give me hugs and kisses.<br />
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4. He loves to help. Whether I want him to or not. Which to be honest, I usually don't!<br />
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5. His crazy dance moves! He is not shy and absolutely loves to get out and boogie!<br />
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Happy Birthday to my sweet pea!Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-81086815802981126282014-06-25T23:41:00.001-04:002014-06-25T23:41:36.761-04:00Kitchen memories<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I do not consider myself a great cook.<br />
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I do not consider myself a bad cook.<br />
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I just consider myself... a cook. I have failures and successes. My family still wants me to feed them at least 3x's a day, so I must be doing something right.<br />
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But I do have a wee bit of a cookbook obsession. I don't know what it is about them, but I really do love them.<br />
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I love recipes. I love the stories behind them. So because of that, these are 4 of my favorites.<br />
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My Kennedy family cookbook where I share a recipe (I was a teenager) that I copied out of one of my Moms cookbooks, lol. But there are others that I have made time and time again. Recipes from aunts, cousins, friends, my Mom and my Grandma. I love seeing the "submitted by" names next to the recipes. <br />
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The next is a recent one. A gift from my Mom at Christmas time. While I love the recipes recorded...I think I love the history more! Reading about my parents & grandparents. Reading about their lives leaves me smiling. Knowing them just a little better. My Mom was careful to, as much as possible, include the original copy of the recipe. With the smudges and tears. That is my favorite part. They are real.<br />
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For my wedding, I was given a crockpot. I took it from home to home. But I never knew what or how to use it. During one of my weekly chats with my sister Susan, I mentioned this to her. She gave me my "Fix it and Forget it" cookbook and I still use it constantly!<br />
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Last but not least, is my Seabee cookbook. I actually have more than one. Once again, it is not about the recipes, but the names that I see. Memories of times spent with friends. <br />
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I started a binder for recipes that I have printed or torn out of magazines. I love this recipe for banana cookies, but I also love the fact that, Ethan found it, printed it and that his messy handwriting wrote the title. It too is covered in smudges.<br />
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So I guess maybe it isn't the cookbooks that I love. Maybe it is the stories...and the people behind them. A legacy of love handed down from generation to generation.<br />
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Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-7588153655178346062014-06-24T22:13:00.000-04:002014-06-24T22:13:32.390-04:00Pool perksWe love Camarillo, where we have now lived for 4 years! <br />
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Perfect weather, amazing friends, close to family...<br />
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Yep we love it here.<br />
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We also love our housing. Nice big backyard, really nice parks, awesome neighbors...and the biggest thing? The pool!<br />
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We live directly across from the pool. A nice big pool, a baby pool, steam room...<br />
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We hold playgroup there, BBQ's, birthday parties, scouts and family night!<br />
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Today we had a large turn out for playgroup, and these two loved soaking up the sun! Here is to hoping that they will sleep well tonight!Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-31830272173453133892014-06-23T07:00:00.000-04:002014-06-23T07:00:08.220-04:00the Lego movieAfter a long busy week, our family loves to relax and have a family movie night. We usually have a rotation, so that everyone gets a turn.<br />
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However, since Tuesday, Ivan & Mason have chosen. Although they haven't just chosen at night....it is more like morning, noon and night.<br />
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The movie of choice? The Lego Movie. It has been playing non stop. <br />
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Last night, Ben & I sat down with Mason & Ivan to watch it. Again. For the 11th time.<br />
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I have gone through movie obsessions with all of my kids....<br />
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*Elmo in Grouchland<br />
*Hercules<br />
*Toy Story Movies (all of them)<br />
*Cars<br />
*Frozen<br />
*Harry Potter (ok that is me, lol)<br />
*Star Wars<br />
*Indiana Jones<br />
*the Lorax<br />
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Who knows how long this newest obsession will last...but for now, everything is AWESOME!Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-75997779393596869482014-06-22T07:00:00.000-04:002014-06-22T07:00:00.629-04:00Gone camping...Last year, Ben went to scout camp with Ethan. It was his first year.<br />
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I was having some issues with my "baby" leaving me. So having Ben with him made it that much easier.<br />
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Yesterday, Ethan & Connor set out for Scout Camp. Ben did not. Ethan has a year of experience under his belt. Connor has none. He hasn't been away from me for longer than a night.<br />
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I am putting my trust in his leaders...who are very good guys. I am not worried at all...just amazed at how fast my boys have grown up. Amazed at how quiet it is without them. Amazed at how well Ivan & Mason play together when the "big boys" aren't around.<br />
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Their backpacks were packed. Lots of snacks. Money for the trading post. Extra socks & underwear that I snuck in to a side pocket.<br />
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They are going to have a great time...and I am going to smother them with hugs and kisses when I see them again. Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-90993270400202824182014-06-21T22:35:00.000-04:002014-06-21T22:35:00.658-04:00Safe & Sound<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Being a parent is TOUGH. <br />
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There was a time when my biggest safety concern had to do with covering electrical outlets, making sure car seats were installed correctly and that bath water wasn't too hot.<br />
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But as they have grown up, other safety concerns have surfaced.<br />
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I find myself wishing to go back to that time. I want life to be easy. <br />
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I don't want to be scared for my children. Or my children's friends.<br />
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One of my children has been threatened in a way that I have no control over. I have anxiety for them and our family.<br />
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All I can do is pray. Have faith and hope. <br />
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I know that this is not the most...<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">specific</span>...but for a variety of reasons, I just can't. <br />
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Know that we are being cautious. Know that we have a small handle on the situation. Life is so topsy-turvy. <br />
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We are praying, having faith and hoping for the best. We invite all of our family & friends to do the same.<br />
<br />Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-11054831025243080722014-06-16T14:05:00.000-04:002014-06-16T14:05:27.685-04:00ER visits & a broken claviclePicture this scene:<br />
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4 Moms sitting at the park enjoying sunshine and conversation.<br />
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1 Dad sitting in "his chair" ignoring the multitudes of children going by<br />
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10 children (at least) playing video games/watching others play<br />
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Then 3 children go out to jump on the trampoline. Nothing wrong with that right?<br />
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Until those Moms hear screaming. Blood curdling screams. Coming from our backyard.<br />
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Ethan brings me a screaming Mason, followed closely by an un-named older brother saying, "It was an accident! I kicked him off the trampoline on accident!"<br />
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Mason went straight to Ben and I figured while sore, he was probably ok.<br />
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Until someone grabbed Mason by the shoulders...and the screaming resumed. <br />
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I tried to take his shirt off, to check for swelling, and screaming and crying ensued.<br />
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Friday morning I took him to the ER and found that he had a broken clavicle. After a couple of hours and an arm sling, we were sent on our way. With a referral to see an orthopedist. A specialist because despite Mason's claim of being a "big boy" in the medical world he is still pretty small.<br />
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As I was dealing with all this drama, Harmony and I discovered something. She has not once, been to the ER. Not for an injury or sickness. Not once.<br />
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However, each of the boys have been one time...since December.<br />
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It started with Connor:<br />
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While visiting my parents, he fell on the stairs. And broke his toe.<br />
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A couple of days later (literally days), we were at a friends home. Ivan was messing around with a friend. She pushed him, he held out his wrists to catch his fall, and broke his wrist.<br />
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A couple of months later, while at the pool with a friend, Ethan's face got in the way of a flying toy tea cup. And broke his tooth. I was not allowed to share this on Facebook, but now have permission, as the tooth was fixed the very next day.<br />
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And now Mason. <br />
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Boys are a barrel of laughs...and ER visits.<br />
Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-78679029646207307192014-06-15T14:11:00.001-04:002014-06-15T14:11:39.754-04:00a Fathers Day shout out...I checked my Facebook account today, and it was flooded with pictures of Dads! <br />
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Fathers, Grandpas, husbands, brothers, uncles... I loved seeing them. A lot of special tributes.<br />
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Sometimes I think that the men in my (all?) life get the shaft. They work so hard and don't always get the respect & acknowledgement they deserve. <br />
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My Dad. What can I say about someone who is a hard worker, kind, caring, intelligent, sweet, funny man? Who absolutely adores my Mom, takes amazing care of his Mother? Who took Harmony's dog so that we could live in our housing? Hmmm, I don't know how to do him justice. Some of my favorite memories of him are, going to his office to get a root beer from the pop machine, listening to Johnny Cash (which I still do) watching Cary Grant movies, scripture study in the mornings, and of course our girls trip to Reno & California.<br />
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My husband. The father of my children. The head of our home. My rock. My best friend. He works hard. He financially supports us so that I can be home with the kids. He helps with homework (especially math), goes to Scouts, takes the kids to movies, grills a mean steak, makes huge Saturday/Sunday breakfasts. He builds Legos, cheers on his team and is the chief "builder" of all furniture in our home. Favorite memories with my hubby? They are still happening! Seeing him delicately wash Harmony when she was born, seeing him pass the sacrament with Ethan & Connor, snuggling with Mason and then falling asleep, doing his best to help Ivan & support me in all my meetings and appointments for Ivan. Trips as a family, family movie nights...<br />
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My father in law. Jim is a quiet man, maybe because he can't get a word in with me around? Quite possibly. I feel sad that I don't know him very well. He has always treated me with love and kindness. Giving me genuine compliments. Teaching my husband. Loving my kids. Encouraging us.<br />
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Thank you to the men in my life. For being who you are...and blessing my life. Happy Fathers Day!<br />
Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-83843977616304351432014-06-14T10:22:00.000-04:002014-06-14T10:22:42.077-04:00End of the year wrap upThis year has been CAH-RAZY!! We have been super busy...and now it is over. <br />
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Summer break has begun. Here is a look back at what the 2013-14 school year brought.<br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Harmony:</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">band, new friends, old friends, 14 years old, band comps, seminary, Rio Mesa zero period classes, AP, freshman, band concerts, band practices, "lettering" in band...everything band!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Ethan:<span style="color: black; font-size: small;"> 7th grade, Monte Vista, band, writing, baritone, Deacons Quorum president, turned 13, band concerts, bike rides, Scouts, bike crash, broken tooth, swimming, taller than Mom!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Connor:<span style="color: black; font-size: small;"> 6th grade, middle school, Monte Vista, band, getting glasses, new friends, new schedules, turned 12, swimming, scouts, in mutual, broken toe, good grades</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Ivan:<span style="color: black; font-size: small;"> 3rd grade, Las Posas, hates writing, loves math, turned 9, broken wrist, red cast, learned to ride his bike, instructional aid, IEP's, highs & lows, new best friend, chess, computer time.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">Mason: <span style="color: black; font-size: small;">preschool, United Methodist preschool (UMCDC), 5 days a week, singing songs, playing games, best friends, 4 years old, counting, saying the alphabet, lots of dental work, new bike, big boy!</span></span><br />
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For me, the school year meant...driving, driving and more driving. Waking up early, making lunches, car pools, helping with homework, meetings, and driving, driving, driving.<br />
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Thank heaven for summer...or for the first couple of weeks until all the "I'm boreds" start!Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-1145000159143616642014-06-13T22:31:00.001-04:002014-06-13T22:31:34.578-04:00End of the year cuteness**If you notice two changes of clothing, it is because Mason is in the M,W,F class and the T, Th class. Which are "technically" two different classes. So he got two parties.**<br />
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Of all my children, not one of them has gone to a preschool (or kindergarten for that matter) that has a full blown graduation.<br />
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And while I have to admit that little kids in caps and gowns are pretty cute...I am so glad that we haven't had to deal with that!<br />
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I am happy with our preschool's end of the year sing a long and ice cream party.<br />
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They wear whatever they want, sing some of their favorite songs from the year, eat a sugar filled snack and go home.<br />
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Easy. Simple. And yet...still full of absolute cuteness!<br />
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Giggling instead of singing. Forgetting the words. Sweet smiles. Cute songs. Friends spending a few more precious moments together.<br />
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United Methodist Child Development Center is an amazing preschool and we have felt blessed to be there. Great teachers. Great values. Great place.<br />
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Today is the day we say goodbye to preschool...and get ready to say hello to kindergarten!<br />
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Due to a huge lack of funding, (I will not go into details on the CA school system), there were no field trips, at Las Posas this year. It is sad. <br />
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I have fond memories of going to the Bonneville Dam and the Fish Hatchery. As well as the Portland Zoo and Omsi. Rides on the bus, having a packed lunch and just getting out of the class room for the day.<br />
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A walking field trip to a nearby park doesn't seem very exotic but I don't think these kids cared!<br />
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Nancy Bush park is 2 blocks away from the school, and so the 3rd grade classes hoofed it in a long procession that I am sure drivers were thrilled about.<br />
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The kids ran around and played on the equipment, colored with sidewalk chalk, had a water balloon toss, ate their packed lunches, played some more and ended their day with popsicles.<br />
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While all of this was fun, it could get a little overwhelming for Ivan. So he chose to throw a Frisbee with his friend, play many, many games of chess, hang out on a blanket with Mom and blow bubbles.<br />
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Third graders have a lot of energy. Energy that an overweight thirty something Mom just doesn't have. <br />
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My field trip day ended with a nap. That is much more my speed. Is school out yet?Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-73297677020472911322014-06-10T00:11:00.001-04:002014-06-10T00:11:31.267-04:00Fathers Day giftsWhenever my kids talk about gifts for Mothers Day, it is always very sweet things. Like flowers, jewelry, breakfast in bed...<br />
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Fathers Day is a whole different ball game.<br />
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I have been reading quite a few old posts on this blog, and laughed when I found a Fathers Day post regarding Ethan. His gift suggestions were black socks and a guitar.<br />
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There was also the year when Connor got him Star Wars movies, so that they could watch them together, and tennis balls so they could play catch together.<br />
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So while doing errands with Mason today, I asked him what he thought we should get Ben for Fathers Day (even though I already have them, I am so on top of things!). This was our conversation:<br />
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Mason: "We should get him some tools!"<br />
me: " That is a good idea, except I don't know what kind of tools to get him."<br />
Mason: "OK how about some wood so he can build stuff."<br />
me: "Wow, that is another good idea. But I don't know what kind or what sizes..."<br />
Mason: "How about some bricks to build with?"<br />
Me: " I don't know if Dad ever builds with bricks..."<br />
Mason: "yes he does! With Lego bricks! Isn't that funny Mom!" As he cracks up at his own joke.<br />
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Then our family received orders to go to Guam. This blog became even more essential as we were even further from friends and family.<br />
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Around this time, I discovered other types of blogs beyond family ones. Homemaking, cooking, organizing, bento...and I wanted to be just like these bloggers that I admired.<br />
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I created another blog, Martha Wannabe (as in Martha Stewart) where I shared meal plans, participated in blog challenges, shared recipes and anything homemaker-y. <br />
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I tried very hard to keep up with both. I did not succeed.<br />
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Slowly this family blog was put on the back burner.<br />
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Once our family moved to California, I was able to coupon again. I was getting lots and lots of questions and loved sharing my "scores". So I started another blog, California Clippin' and later to California Cheap Chick.<br />
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While talking to a friend the other day, I realized just how burnt out I really was/am. I am tired of trying to "keep up with the Jones's blogging style". Would it fun to be an insanely popular blogger? Sure. <br />
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But honestly, I just want to be...a Mom again. Not someone who is trying to keep up with others. I feel like the stories of mine and my families life has been limited to a quick facebook post. Our lives can't be described in 20 words.<br />
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I want simple. I don't want to worry about sharing my posts on every social media platform in hopes of new readers & comments.<br />
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Simplicity. Family life. Success and failures. Family life. Simplicity. MariesHecticLife 2.0Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-58158954811976122772011-10-07T17:40:00.000-04:002011-10-07T17:40:05.626-04:00movingI was in the need for something new. So I have moved my family blog. This is my last post on here. But you can keep up with the Turner family here...<br />
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Day 1<br />
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While most people came on Wednesday evening...the reunion "technically" began on Thursday.<br />
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How to sum up the first day? Hmmm...<br />
*talking<br />
*laughing<br />
*talking<br />
*eating<br />
*talking<br />
*picture taking<br />
*talking<br />
*playing<br />
* did I mention talking?<br />
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I loved being with my family and just...well BEING. We didn't have to do anything special, we just enjoyed being together. <br />
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**For those interested, there were a TON of pictures taken. If you want to look at more you can find them on Facebook **Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-9891655628986512962011-07-28T09:19:00.000-04:002011-07-28T09:19:26.814-04:00Heather, this one is for you (:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDLkb0YHa-aYfPDGo_0ZD-GUlZaV7fVOhxBnvg9WOg_j5SG-GyGaUo5sY7FNnLO2OkEbvhlPXlY32-lKCC411_S7EHe3q-eBeESnodUL7I6Osnx5C1kXVLo05vjf-6Oyd6saV/s1600/070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDLkb0YHa-aYfPDGo_0ZD-GUlZaV7fVOhxBnvg9WOg_j5SG-GyGaUo5sY7FNnLO2OkEbvhlPXlY32-lKCC411_S7EHe3q-eBeESnodUL7I6Osnx5C1kXVLo05vjf-6Oyd6saV/s320/070.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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This weekend, my family is getting together. A "mini" family reunion if you will. <br />
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My sister and her family were the first to arrive. My neice Heather gets out of the car and says, "Aunt Marie, you really need to update your blog!!"<br />
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So Heather, this one is for you!<br />
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While a million and a half things have happened since January, I will not even try to update you on all of them! The major things would be:<br />
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**Ben is home<br />
**Ben is home<br />
**Ben is home<br />
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Somehow I survived an 8 month deployment and am still alive to tell the story. <br />
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Summer is in full swing and we have been busy with scripture camp, cub scout day camp, vacations...lots of fun things.<br />
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So Heather, as much as I would like to do a great post to get you all caught up (and everyone else as well) there is just too much. I will just start again later ok?Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-4507740312275737312011-01-14T20:01:00.000-05:002011-01-14T20:01:24.747-05:00Who's the boss?<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6YuSIUz2rUPeRXAFwp0_rB3OS33cXUk3kWwGLhHE058zyDVZCngHc_pZ8d1r8Yr9d8z0zrOQ_O3bCpLC03N0ODF-yzYbPd0XHmF9RL3shUBmN11CwlIaYtUkj9oI14tVilJZq/s1600/Mason.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6YuSIUz2rUPeRXAFwp0_rB3OS33cXUk3kWwGLhHE058zyDVZCngHc_pZ8d1r8Yr9d8z0zrOQ_O3bCpLC03N0ODF-yzYbPd0XHmF9RL3shUBmN11CwlIaYtUkj9oI14tVilJZq/s320/Mason.bmp" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">You would think that it would be me. If that was your guess, you would be SOOOO wrong. It is this little man.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">At a whopping 18 months old weighing in at 27lbs he is the ruler of the roost.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">If you are sitting somewhere, he will come and either get on your lap or drive you so crazy that you just give up the seat.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">If you have any food that he wants, he holds out his hand and screams and cries until you give it to him.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">If he is crying for any reason, anyone within ear shot has to give lots and lots of loves or he will keep going.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">He refuses to share his Mom, and will try to physically remove anyone that is with her.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">If he sees a stuffed animal, no matter whose it is (his absolute favorite thing) he grabs it and keeps it. He will also put his hand out and tell the person "no" if they try to get it back.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The other day Harmony told me that, "Mason's stinkiness is starting to cancel out the cuteness." </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>We really do love our little blue eyed Masor the racer though (:Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313802.post-83557166694418162042011-01-12T19:43:00.000-05:002011-01-12T19:43:47.168-05:00He's BACK!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixs1qC3kZZsMW5RIqt-VH7aFFSIRfXOY5s7gQIaPeOJKY4Kp5_2DrMYZvOwdOx1YprASq4w1u_UN5k60z8j8K7R0lHGwh8BWKq8qAnYawQSMgZwuKu1yseFTW595GIe9LPfyuo/s1600/trident.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixs1qC3kZZsMW5RIqt-VH7aFFSIRfXOY5s7gQIaPeOJKY4Kp5_2DrMYZvOwdOx1YprASq4w1u_UN5k60z8j8K7R0lHGwh8BWKq8qAnYawQSMgZwuKu1yseFTW595GIe9LPfyuo/s320/trident.jpg" width="320" /></a>(I stole this picture off of the NMCB3 Facebook page. Not sure who took it to give them credit but...this is the convoy headed back to base)</div><br />
I wish I could say that Ben was back, safe and sound in my arms but...that is going to have to wait. He is, however, back at the main base. More importantly, he has internet!<br />
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It was a really hard month not being able to hear from him, and I really can't imagine what it was like for military wives before email, facebook...not sure I could have handled it back then!Your favorite sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03532898986031449515noreply@blogger.com2