tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22580132331091003952024-03-20T02:33:39.061-07:00The beginning of foreverAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-44759105511669952612013-01-05T15:44:00.001-08:002013-01-05T15:47:06.057-08:00If I could turn back timeSo, for the first time in the history of my mamahood, I'm wishing for time to stop. <br />
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I hear this from just about every mom and mom blogger I know (or don't know, I guess). Usually it's in reference to their newborns. "This is going by way too fast!" and "I wish that time would just slow down." But as most everyone knows, I don't make it any kind of secret that I'm not craaaazy about teeny babies. I have never ever wiped away a tear while packing up small sizes. I rejoice. We got through 3-6 months! We survived! <br />
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That first year, well that first year drags. It's all about the next new milestone. When will you sleep?! Roll over. Eat solids. Crawl. Feed yourself. Walk (that one technically took about a year and a half for my Incredible Hulk sized boy). How old is he? Well he'll be 7 weeks in 3 days. But the second year? You stop counting the days and weeks and months. You never say: well he'll be 73 weeks in 4 days. The second year flys by, and that's what scares me.<br />
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You think I'm worried about August getting older? Oh no no. Come on kid, control that central nervous system already! It's Sawyer that I want to pause. That's right, you heard me. Right smack in the terrible twos I want to stop time. People say it's because now they have a personality. No. He wasn't a piece of wood for the last 2 years, he had a personality. Now he has an OPINION. I'm right at the beginning of talking and right before the sass starts. He has the funniest little quirks. He tells the best stories, even if I can't understand a word of it. He can work and iPhone better than anyone over the age of 40. He has an overly dramatic polite laugh. He loves his brother so so much, he knows exactly who he is. After all, he was just with him not that long ago. The tantrums? Well those are out of this world, and if you asked me if I wanted him to stay that age in the midst of one I'd tear your face off. But most of the time I'd like to bottle up this age and keep it forever. <br />
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Height: 35inches-so close to big rides at Disneyland!<br />
Weight: 31lbs-actually down 4 pounds from his 18 month appointment. Failure to thrive.<br />
Head: Big<br />
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He's saying about 40 words regularly. Some of my absolute favorites: Tooooooow=toe. Foooooot. Geeja=Jesus. Ahhhmimi!=Amen, he even throws in praise hands. Pay=pray. Feeeesh=fish. Ahmamama=mama. Dayee=daddy. And my personal favorite: Eyeoooh=I love you. <br />
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Favorites: Grandma and Grandpa (always, above everything else). Toy Story. Baby brother. He dotes on him like no other, and if brother is crying Sawyer will hug and dance for him, and August is finally starting to realize he's there. Anything with a screen. <br />
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When he's in a crowd of kids or off playing I'll see him search for mama's face and lights up when he finds it. Oh how I love this little guy. There's no way anyone is still reading this. Pictures!<br />
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We have about 2 totes of Christmas decorations. We have 7 for Halloween. Is that sacrilegious? Probably. <br />
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So it's also no surprise that I have some very strong opinions when it comes to most things Halloween, my biggest being costumes. Kevin and I kind-of-not-really-at-all met at a Halloween party where, get this, he wasn't even dressed up. Then when I saw him at the YSA Halloween dance he was just wearing his moms scrubs with a little bit of blood splattered on them. Points lost indeed. He's lucky I decided to date him at all, let alone marry someone with such poor priorities.<br />
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Costume regulations, just in case you were wondering: <br />
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1. Costumes must have at LEAST 3 elements to be considered a costume. For example: Shirt, pants, shoes. Shirt, face paint, headband. Hair, shirt, accessory. 3! Not just a shirt. Not just some plastic weapon. Not just clip on devil horns. No.<br />
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2. No repeating costumes: Which is ironic because for the first time ever, this year I'm repeating. But there's a loophole! Oh yes there is. If you alter or add to your costume it's allowed. Also allowed if one year you're something and the next you're the same thing BUT scary this time. This loophole expires after the second time the costume is worn though.<br />
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3. NEVER! Just wear your work clothes and call it a costume. Say "I'm myself for Halloween." Think you're too old to dress up. Ask yourself "Is this a little too much?"-no such thing. Be friends with someone like me.<br />
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And the absolute worst most heinous of costume offenses: Wearing a shirt that says "This is my Halloween costume." It's just never ok.<br />
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MissErinHudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03139838744818962557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-54807581519443643792012-05-07T22:09:00.001-07:002012-05-07T22:09:28.610-07:00Attention Attention<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6UPbOtpM5OQ" width="420"></iframe><br />
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Coming this ThanksgivingMissErinHudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03139838744818962557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-4082284708212495682012-03-05T13:16:00.001-08:002012-03-05T13:16:35.592-08:00These boots are made for walkinSo after 15 1/2 months we officially have a walker. A toddler! And just like everyone said I would (darn you, everyone) the second he really started walking I thought to myself "why was this SO important to me?" My baby is gone, and a big walking boy has taken his place. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5716524843752718866'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Pc88QKbWqbQ/T1UtDtWTghI/AAAAAAAALe0/A1bd1hoQYSA/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />At the museum with Katie<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5716524849277478962'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yeThqYn8WB8/T1UtEB7gqDI/AAAAAAAALe8/7Oedv8FkW_w/s288/32.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5716524854513616706'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-F9BXoTNOImY/T1UtEVb5x0I/AAAAAAAALfE/3fiIO8xgWew/s288/31.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/b8JI6YFPNy0" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b8JI6YFPNy0" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8JI6YFPNy0"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/b8JI6YFPNy0/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p>Walking around the park<br /><br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9qXlzqOBFA" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9qXlzqOBFA" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9qXlzqOBFA"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/c9qXlzqOBFA/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p>And this is how he goes down the slide. Cracks me up every time<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-44700132634708630412012-02-07T22:43:00.001-08:002012-02-07T22:43:42.139-08:0015 months<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5706651820778867186'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-FZXrhRrCL58/TzIZmIpcSfI/AAAAAAAALeM/MWFRuGuchhs/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Sawyer's big guy 15th month check up was today and here are his stats:<br />Weight: 27 pounds<br />Height: 34 1/2 inches<br />Head: I never pay attention. It's big, we get it.<br /><br />He had a couple shots and only cried for a second. It was so much easier when I was able to nurse him during shots (I think I've talked about this before, I miss nursing if you haven't noticed) 27 pounds! My arms are getting pretty buff, lemme tell ya. Especially since he's not really a walker yet. I'll get to that...<br /><br />Some fun stuff he's saying: Mama, dada, na, yeah, and possibly some form of "grandma" (you hear that, grandpa? Better get it together)<br /><br />Some fun stuff he's doing: <br />He's not quiiiiite walking yet. He'll take a couple steps alone but he'd rather hold someones hand and walk around. But he's getting close folks, seriously. He loves playing peek-a-boo and thinks we can't see him when he covers his face (we can) and he loves Mary Poppins. He gives the DVD cover endless kisses. Mama? Not so much. Most of all he loves being outside. <br /><br />Stuff we're working on: Feeding himself with a fork and walking. Come on already!<br /><br />The end<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5706651830961177698'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Pf1U8ofJNis/TzIZmulGBGI/AAAAAAAALeU/c-7Q44pT3Ac/s288/24.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5706651830227900114'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ORZbl6cjzVU/TzIZmr2RFtI/AAAAAAAALec/fnVNB_DUdSk/s288/23.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5706651836570644866'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-pj67CbChpsc/TzIZnDefsYI/AAAAAAAALek/neH8_vTP5h4/s288/27.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Home%20sweet%20home&z=10'>Home sweet home</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-40338072739312621752011-12-16T16:01:00.001-08:002011-12-16T16:01:58.842-08:00We wish you a merry ChristmasGrowing up I would watch all the Christmas movies and envy the hollyfied houses. The garland cascading down the staircase, big luscious wreaths, stockings all hung by the chimney with care. I didn't know how Santa would find me in our little apartment, but he always did.<br /><br />I thought that when you had a two story house that was it, you made it. You were rolling in the dough. As we looked for houses to buy I fell in love with some single stories but my heart still wanted a place to hang my garland. Now that I'm a professional when it comes to house buying I know that single stories are actually more expensive per square foot than two stories, and we are far from rolling in any kind of dough. But I have my staircase to hang my garland, and a fireplace to hang our stockings. And I am <ins>thrilled</ins>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5686880767643938754'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HYjbh_5Y1ZU/Tuvb7YNq78I/AAAAAAAALas/5hD2i1752zw/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5686880771819541314'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-39xjT8kMFeo/Tuvb7nxNk0I/AAAAAAAALa0/eR3iPKzTC2o/s288/20.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Here are some pictures of Sawyer and Santa that I'm sure you've all seen. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5686880775587128402'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YBrGBjiGH2E/Tuvb71zeZFI/AAAAAAAALa8/DFkJNqt3XCE/s288/23.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5686880779908836898'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vvSrQRv5J-M/Tuvb8F52biI/AAAAAAAALbE/kQhtRXYyGN8/s288/24.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5686880785927048610'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/--3hrT-_AngE/Tuvb8cUtDaI/AAAAAAAALbM/9Zd0ZXHV-GQ/s288/27.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5686880789558933490'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-RTSwK-8GQUA/Tuvb8p2nN_I/AAAAAAAALbU/foUlzJgNneY/s288/29.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5686880794932251746'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6N7j_zYFMPw/Tuvb893tjGI/AAAAAAAALbc/6nb5_e9nAmE/s288/30.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5686880802710191010'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_HOPFuni5f0/Tuvb9a2He6I/AAAAAAAALbk/KNXszNwX3-E/s288/31.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-73622521182680881482011-11-15T17:18:00.000-08:002011-11-15T17:51:35.940-08:00D-R-A-M-A!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div>I'm a little nervous about writing this post because I know how controversial it's going to be.</div><div>But it's been weighing on my heart lately, so here I go.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga9yKG847xnI32RMCpJ0JoBDu_tP0DTowkwR1L_YcNHN1OGTbq5t5cox37SJsdgAjCdzaDL-nMWtFSUDqMouGfqpuW1dOnP89zWbyxOleh068YF2FVxlnlWDK-xA7_aFDCkX5g4uGO4yw/s1600/santa2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga9yKG847xnI32RMCpJ0JoBDu_tP0DTowkwR1L_YcNHN1OGTbq5t5cox37SJsdgAjCdzaDL-nMWtFSUDqMouGfqpuW1dOnP89zWbyxOleh068YF2FVxlnlWDK-xA7_aFDCkX5g4uGO4yw/s400/santa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675402578344210610" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Christmas time. When do you start celebrating?</div><div><br /></div><div>Or should I say, when are you <i>allowed</i> to start celebrating?</div><div>After Thanksgiving? When Disneyland decorates? When Christmas music comes on the radio? Christmas in July? December 24th at the stroke of midnight? I just don't know why so many people care and are deeply disgusted when someone celebrates "too early"?</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been seeing friends put pictures of their trees up lately and everyone screams "What the HECK?!?!?!?!?!?! IT'S NOT EVEN THANKSGIVING!!!!!!" I'll walk through the store and hum happily to the Christmas tunes and then some grinch exclaims "Christmas Music?? It's 90 degrees outside for petes sake!" Tonight I was going for a walk and listening to Christmas songs on my iphone and every time someone would pass me I would get a hot flash and turn it off. I was scared someone would scream at me "Um excuse me, but what exactly do you think you're doing you big jeark? I am the seasonal police and you are in violation of the holiday code." My next door neighbors put up their lights yesterday and I clapped my hands silently and whispered yaaay to myself. I don't dare tell anyone in fear they'll come rip them down. But why? Why am I not allowed to celebrate Christmas halfway through November? Why is that so upsetting? Can't I enjoy the birth of Jesus, stuff my face with peppermint chocolate, dress my baby in Rudolph slippers and track Santa online as early as I want? Why are people online saying "Would you look at this?? Christmas Trees!! In OCTOBER!!!" </div><div><br /></div><div>If I put up my American flag in June do you think someone would come knocking, it's not even July yet you freak! Take it down! Are we scared Christmas Cheer is going to run out? Are we frightened we won't have enough holly jollies come December 25th? Im genuinely interested, you people who have strong opinions. Please explain.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRTzVUGIIFYtAFIVvq2nGKIoXv_7sAYXoOuB0k4TpfCjLRwyEqMjJKrYdwVoIPWZiLN09cHwnO2ZsxbttB3HMMwuzpj7BRvfGKhoqP-JhkflkwiwAwisoE9yyThxOUMZPlEUOISbom1I/s400/santa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675402810519590162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div></div>MissErinHudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03139838744818962557noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-91810194092392913722011-11-09T15:47:00.001-08:002011-11-09T15:47:37.914-08:00Bragadotious<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5673146913011843874'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-L11S5wksn48/TrsRD0yswyI/AAAAAAAALX4/qin-TCKdzlM/s288/20.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5673146923293715058'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nvB7UP4uib0/TrsREbGFqnI/AAAAAAAALYA/nlSwBvkIm6M/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5673146931325317826'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-thVzzI1GArk/TrsRE5A-MsI/AAAAAAAALYI/GloJPMm2s3c/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We went in for Sawyers 1 year check up (and shots, ouch). Kevin is so lucky he works on dr days. It physically hurts me when poor Sawyer has to get shots, and this was the first time I didn't nurse him while he got them, so that was extra hard. But here are his award winning stats:<br />Height: 33.2 inches<br />Weight: 24.4 pounds<br />Head: Nun ya bidness. Let's just say they measured it 4 times.<br /><br />His 1 year tricks are:<br />Saying mama, dada & nana (no)<br />Waving<br />Clapping<br />Kisses on occasion<br />He crawls and cruses along the furniture but isn't walking yet<br />He loves absolutely everyone he sees and we still haven't gone through any stranger anxiety. Seriously, if jack the ripper came to our door Sawyer would gladly go with him.<br /><br />Oh the dr wants him to drink almond or soy milk because of some poo poo related issues. Has anyone gone through that?<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5673146933405371426'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/--cSIDEvqGjU/TrsRFAw5TCI/AAAAAAAALYQ/oCflLkn2a_M/s288/27.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5673146939974586818'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Shgo7axiGcU/TrsRFZPHkcI/AAAAAAAALYY/S5ngwLPdmQg/s288/24.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5673146944254842098'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-9-YMpJ28kGc/TrsRFpLnFPI/AAAAAAAALYg/M81eeX4Wk8I/s288/23.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-77285538115082027162011-10-19T23:19:00.001-07:002011-10-19T23:19:07.399-07:00All Hallows Eve Part ThreePart 3 you say? Well what could be left? Oh there's lots left.<br /><br /><b>TV shows</b><br /><ins>Ghost Hunters</ins> I will always be in love with these guys. I've been watching them since they were working out of a trailer. Are they kinda sorta sell outs now? Sure, but still fun to watch. On SyFy<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5665455000476325346'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UQtXDkXFee4/Tp-9TlpaFeI/AAAAAAAALTs/GeeKhgma6J0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='229' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />"Wait...did you hear that? Shhh...what was that?"<br /><br /><ins>Paranormal Witness</ins> This new show on SyFy can creep me out at 1pm during nap time on a Wednesday afternoon. People recount their paranormal experiences along with a re-enactment and real footage (if there was any.) Super duper creepy.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5665455009832533698'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ArS_pC4s1rA/Tp-9UIgGfsI/AAAAAAAALT0/sEh1hDgF8Mw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='211' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Look at that! How creepy is that? Oh my gosh and what is that noise upstairs?? Definitely the last time I do this in the middle of the night.<br /><br /><ins>The Haunted</ins> Who would have thought that Animal Planet could put out such a good paranormal<br />tv show? Sure all of the stories have a little something to do with animals but in my opinion this is the scariest show on tv. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5665455018105874402'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qRWCHgGUGJI/Tp-9UnUnp-I/AAAAAAAALT8/QCXL12i-9N8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='89' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Shows to miss: Extreme paranormal. Celebrity ghost stories. Ghost Hunters International. Bor-ring.<br /><br />Kid shows to catch: Fridays throughout October on Disney are "Dress up Friday's." All of the Disney Jr shows are Halloween themed and so cute. Disney also has "Monstober" where the teen shows are holloween-ified too.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5665455025022136434'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-M278guotSt4/Tp-9VBFlcHI/AAAAAAAALUE/i5hhkoUBx3w/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='226' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We watch a lot of Disney everything.<br /><br /><b>Books</b><br />Oh my gosh books? Seriously? Oh I'm serious. I just finished <i>Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children</i> and it was SO good. In fact when I host book club (oh I'm a great grandmother now, didn't you know?) this will be the book I choose.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5665455030633119746'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mb_b5y2ngWM/Tp-9VV_WQAI/AAAAAAAALUM/qT-hkTGK5h8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='189' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Plus it's filled with odd pictures that the author collected from all over the Unite States. There's just so many reasons why this book was good.<br /><br />The <i>Sookie Stackhouse</i> series. Now ladies and gents, this series is by no means for the faint of heart or those with very high morals. This is the book series that inspired "True Blood" so...there you go. There's like 50 books, or maybe 16, and they're impossible to put down. But some parts definitely make me blush. (I skip over the sexy parts! I do!!) <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5665455038198552610'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-yp9qic5uTkY/Tp-9VyLFmCI/AAAAAAAALUU/dBpzsbePmbk/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Right now I'm reading <i>Holy Ghosts or How a (not so) good Catholic boy became a believer in things that go bump in the night</i>. That's seriously the title, and when I tell people that I'm reading it I say the whole thing. It's a really, really good spooky non fiction book about ghosts that my dad got me for Christmas. Yeah that's just the kind of family I come from.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5665455047298202034'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-snPTXjJ46_w/Tp-9WUEnObI/AAAAAAAALUc/2XW9W9eg5Og/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='205' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Thanks dad!!<br /><br />Ok well that concludes my All Hallows Eve blog post trifecta. Hurry back, hurry back! And make sure to being your...death certificate.<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-58547297192835889882011-10-17T23:13:00.001-07:002011-10-17T23:13:05.981-07:00All Hallows Eve part twoOk, you asked for it (not really) so here it is. More spooky suggestions for your October. Next we have:<br /><b>Movies</b>-<br /><ins>Poltergeist</ins> Carolaaaaane! Probably my favorite scary movie of all time. Spooky without all the CGI. The scene where all the kitchen chairs are stacked on top of each other? Forget about it! <br />Poltergeist 2 and 3, optional but definitely not necessary.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5664711299598260786'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7a8E1iSn3gA/Tp0Y6f-yGjI/AAAAAAAALSM/-uSg9_QFDyA/s288/15.jpg' border='0' width='263' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />"They're heeere!"<br /><br /><ins>Exorcism of Emily Rose</ins> You want to kick it up a notch? Maybe throw in some demonic possession? Add based on a true story? This movie is down right scary. The unnatural movements that come with being possessed by a demon gets to me every time. It gave me nightmares (the mark of a really good horror movie.) Even looking for a picture to put on here freaked me out.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5664711304896784274'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7j8jDlPsw-M/Tp0Y6zuDJ5I/AAAAAAAALSU/q54DzZSUKE8/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='205' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><ins>A Haunting in Connecticut</ins> Oh you want something that you'll have to turn off multiple times? This movie is terrifying. And also based on a true story. I saw it in theaters and when I got home I was so scared I called the police to check through my house before I could go in. Long story. Actually not that long, that was pretty much it. Watch it, and make sure you have someone to cuddle with that night (so you don't have to call the police.)<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5664711313010334610'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wePx9ZzuT7M/Tp0Y7R8eG5I/AAAAAAAALSc/8ema6IoZjO0/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='224' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I got scared looking up this picture too. Maybe I shouldn't write these posts at 11pm?<br /><br />My favorite Halloween movie that I can't go through October without watching 4 times and quoting incessantly is <ins>Hocus Pocus</ins>. It's so fun and you can watch it with your beebee's. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5664711327622396738'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-C9XPEm4u9zw/Tp0Y8IYQe0I/AAAAAAAALSk/kfPSudvLdW8/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='224' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />"What do you call them Max? Yabbos? Max likes your yabbos...in fact, he loves them!"<br /><br />Seriously folks I could go all day.<br /><br />Some other friendly spooky movies that I like are Halloween Town and...well that's it I guess.<br /><br />Some other not-so-friendly spooky movies I like are Signs, Dead Silence, and all the Nightmare on Elm Street's.<br /><br />That's it for...WHAT'S THAT BEHIND YOU?? <br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-10106448444247908132011-10-16T23:29:00.001-07:002011-10-16T23:29:25.775-07:00All Hallows EveSo as some of you know I like Halloween. In fact, I love it. I'm kind of a Halloween connoisseur, if you will. And I have some recommendations for you, since you didn't ask. I'll tell you some of my favorite hallo-weenie activities.<br /><br />We'll start off with my favorite, <br /><br /><b>Haunted houses</b>:<br />For 10 years (that's a decade!!) I went solely to <ins>Knotts Scary Farm</ins>- If you go early in October during their "preview nights" it's better; It's cheaper and there's less of a crowd. BUT there's also less monsters. Now, I give it a C- The crowds are rowdy, there's tons of mazes but they're not very good, and it's getting pretty pricey. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5664344417845874418'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hkyJWHjA5xI/TpvLPK8rjvI/AAAAAAAALRo/4otba_T_W8s/s288/15.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><ins>Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights</ins>-I went a couple years ago and LOVED it. I also went this year and had a great time. The mazes are so well done because, hello, it's a movie studio. The haunted tram ride (the Terror Tram) is a must. Wandering around a studio outside in the dark? Oh yes please. It's kind of far and pretty expensive but it's worth the money. I give it a B.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5664344425865767090'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-nQqSGoqj59A/TpvLPo0xaLI/AAAAAAAALRw/MsiKy-iuz_c/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='138' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><ins>The Queen Mary</ins>-This was the first year I've gone to the Queen Mary's Dark Harbor. It was by <i>far</i> the best and scariest haunted attraction I've been to. They have you go through the mazes with only your group (in my case just Beka and Trista) and you walk through decrepit and most likely haunted old run down places in the ship. It's DARK and loud and there's dead crazy sailors around every corner. It's terrifying. The monsters talk to you, they touch you, they follow you and they most definitely earn the minimum wage they're making. Since they hold the line and only let a few people in at a time it's a long wait to go through a maze. The tickets are only $20-$25 so definitely splurge and get a front of the line pass (an extra $20.) You won't have to wait at all so you can get to peeing your pants faster. I give it an A+<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5664344434099316194'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0bo7Yb1wuxA/TpvLQHfzZeI/AAAAAAAALR4/YDj9OABh_lI/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Haunted first class pool<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5664344447548713874'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Wpvz8OSNjhE/TpvLQ5mY65I/AAAAAAAALSA/JgUgNm8rCoY/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Zombie friend<br /><br />Other haunted places to check out: Scandia. Castle Parks "Terror on the tracks" (I worked there! Screaming girl in the car? That was me!) Disneyland's Halloween time.<br /><br />I have more to say but this is getting pretty long. Stay tuned!<br />Mwahahahahaha!<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-33744827883763885922011-10-03T21:38:00.001-07:002011-10-03T21:52:35.784-07:00Hands full of good thingsSo as I was coming home from the store I was thinking of the list of things I had to do the second I got home. What, you ask? Change Sawyer, put the groceries away, put S down for a nap, go to the bathroom, maybe drink some water so I don't absolutely die from thirst, eat 2 caramello bars. What did I do when I got home, you ask? Put all the cold stuff away while S played with a plastic bag that says "warning!!! Not a toy!!!!", took him off the stairs 800 times, changed his diaper, put up the curtains up in his room, put him down for a nap, put the rest of the groceries away. Did you notice what I didn't do? I hope you did because there will be a test at the end of this blog. No water, no potty, no caramello bar(s). I was a little overwhelmed, thinking about how life used to be before my little love. I could leave when I wanted to on a whim. Go get a manicure, pedicure AND my eyebrows waxed without looking at my watch once. In fact, what's a watch? It was just me me me. And Kevin. But this article totally reminded me of what it means to be a mom. To "run to the cross" and lay down my life to take care of another little life, and oh how it changed my perspective on everything. I'm a little obsessed with it too, if you haven't noticed. It's on FaceBook, twitter, and I've tattooed it to Sawyer's left arm so I'll always remember that I'm not a mom because it's convenient, I'm not a mom because I didn't have anything better to do, and I'm definitely not a mom because it's easy. I'm a mom because I was called to be a mom, and what a divine calling it is. I just need to be reminded, and often, that it really is wonderful to be so needed.<br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.desiringgod.org/blog/posts/motherhood-is-a-calling-and-where-your-children-rank">Read the article here</a> <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimG5Xs__huxW8-zVc10rnqa9dusXhINAlLtjJcaw_HVgUcy36uy9fL6pCcnzzs6L5GGiiabcuSve1Q5Chyphenhyphen9dAq5hW31FFl8KzWfdiMyMc80WhV1udlv8h3wZyLOqq5q85tYRms7Qt6PvM/s640/blogger-image-125234878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimG5Xs__huxW8-zVc10rnqa9dusXhINAlLtjJcaw_HVgUcy36uy9fL6pCcnzzs6L5GGiiabcuSve1Q5Chyphenhyphen9dAq5hW31FFl8KzWfdiMyMc80WhV1udlv8h3wZyLOqq5q85tYRms7Qt6PvM/s640/blogger-image-125234878.jpg" /></a></div><br />MissErinHudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03139838744818962557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-27842349009212610242011-08-28T07:59:00.000-07:002011-08-28T09:07:50.926-07:00Pillar of Strength<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A week or so ago, a long, long time family friend was sure to let me know just how lucky I am to have Erin as my wife. That Sunday, Erin had taught Relief Society for her second time. The friend mentioned how Erin is a pillar of strength.<br />
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Since that day, we have often used that commonly and jovially throughout random conversations. Yet, this morning I dug a little deeper into the meaning of the phrase and have a stronger conviction of just how lucky of a guy I am.<br />
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The first search result for pillar of strength on the church website returns an audio recording about the history of Lucy Mack Smith (the mother of Joseph Smith). Through the recording, several life experiences between Lucy and Erin were quite similar. Each had mothers that were the spiritual leaders of their home. Family religious values of duty, faithfulness, and love were instilled by the mothers as their fathers were out earning to provide for their families. As both Lucy and Erin were converted into the Church, they developed a sincere relationship with the Savior that continually gave them strength as they experienced trials and tribulations. As we know, Lucy raised her children whom would later accomplish marvelous things. Erin, unwaveringly, has already begun raising our children with love and tenderness with a future of endless possibilities.<br />
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Day and day out, as a wife and as mother, she provides support to those around her. Upon returning home each evening, I approach the door knowing that on the other side is a place of peace, cleanliness, fun, and love. Though my efforts at work provide a monetary reward, Erin's everyday triumphs attract eternal blessings. <br />
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Each day, she helps me grows stronger as my love for her is greater than the last. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-68661033579591460652011-08-18T14:39:00.001-07:002011-08-18T14:39:24.182-07:00Hey guys, wanna come over?<br />So most everyone knows now that our house fell out of escrow. A pipe broke and the house flooded. They weren't willing to really fix it so we had to cancel escrow and walk away.<br /> <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5642313829387400498'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-aAh5kfLngus/Tk2GiJfo9TI/AAAAAAAALP0/wVgI5sjbyIo/s288/15.jpg' border='0' width='255' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />But guess what! We're in escrow again! You'd think I'd learn my lesson and not share until we had those keys in our hands but nope. So here we go again.<br /><br />It's a big, beautiful house in Yucaipa. Big spanish tiles thought, redone kitchen and bathrooms, a huge covered patio, pool and spa, fire pit and a huge side yard for RV parking but we'll grass it. Oh and a large peeping Tom dog next door.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5642313838722376466'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-WtuSvY6oiks/Tk2GisRRYxI/AAAAAAAALP4/C0F30Facy18/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Keep your fingers crossed!<br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.redfin.com/CA/Yucaipa/11900-Douglas-St-92399/home/4271970">Click to see!</a><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-80611312044224349652011-08-11T10:24:00.001-07:002011-08-11T10:24:09.783-07:00PersonalI'm not really one to go on sharing my feelings to the world, but something has been bouncing around in my head for a few days so I thought I'd jot it down. <br /><br />I'll be honest, sometimes I get jealous of Kevin. He leaves every day to take on the world. He goes to school and work work works. Now he is working on putting together a new charting system for Loma Linda, could that be any more perfect for him? Nursing, but no bedside care+computers=love for Kevin (just a little basic math for you). He's in Wisconsin as we speak, talking to his co workers about computers and needles and HTML and Windows whatever-number-they're-on and iv's. I'm at home looking for new recipes and trying to get my grocery bill under $150. I just feel like they're all SO much smarter than me, that HE'S so much smarter than me. He has places to go and people to see. He goes there and has so much in common with everyone he works with, he comes home and I inform him that Sawyer has poop 4 times, 4! And that I need help putting the sheets on. Such a contrast. And I know he's grateful for every little thing I do, it's not about that. I just feel like it's not as important, and I am envious of all the people he talks to all day and their shared knowledge of something he loves.<br /><br />But I look at my little Sawyer, and I think to myself that I <ins>made</ins> that. I grew him, like a pumpkin, in my tummy for 9 months (actually, 10, google it if you don't believe me). I'm the one who figures out what he likes to eat. I find out what scares him. I kiss boo boos. I'll teach him his animals, colors, numbers. To wave hi an bye, and to have manners. I'll teach him to love mama and daddy the same (but to always hug mama a little harder). You know what, most days that sounds pretty ok to me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/118088058501226116776/TheBeginningOfForever#5639650451042377474'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-RA1oZtTJOa0/TkQQNH_AnwI/AAAAAAAALOs/u38OATHQjPA/s288/11.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Ok and here's a picture. <br />We take eating pretty serious around these parts.<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-69063062959735017492011-07-23T07:53:00.000-07:002011-07-23T07:53:49.548-07:00Returning to NormalcyI'm back with some good news. Yesterday, I worked my last night shift as a nurse and tomorrow begin a new job as a nurse informaticist (informal for now). We are all very excited for the new opportunity especially being home every night and every weekend. At first I will be traveling to Wisconsin for a couple of days at a time to go through training. Then, I will be a on a team designing a new Electronic Health Record system for all of Loma Linda's hospital network. The project is expected to last up to three years and can extend well beyond that in a more permanent position.<br />
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Of course, I am going to miss my co-workers on Acute Pediatrics as they have been by extra help through nursing school and as I transitioned into the nursing profession. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-34815506223706266792011-07-13T23:26:00.000-07:002011-07-13T23:58:01.503-07:00House Hunters<div>Do you watch that show? Cause I surely do.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>We've been in the market for a home for about 2 months now and we've looked at close to 50. Kevin spends more time talking to our realtor than to me. But that's ok because guess what?? One of our offers got accepted and we signed papers <b>TODAY</b>!! </div><div>And now, here's our own little version of House Hunters: Inland Empire Edition.</div><div><br /></div><div>Did we go with...</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTfvDUGiyH_e9RhHdAeUncctqfRnkq_puX-olSmw6lY5JailkoaGJGYqphsagTlMPshULDb_N1-2sMuBnajKzoJkdmE-spr3znJcYh3vEplhSBKWgRNgKC1EOir305oH3hw_Xl68BHmFk/s1600/house+3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTfvDUGiyH_e9RhHdAeUncctqfRnkq_puX-olSmw6lY5JailkoaGJGYqphsagTlMPshULDb_N1-2sMuBnajKzoJkdmE-spr3znJcYh3vEplhSBKWgRNgKC1EOir305oH3hw_Xl68BHmFk/s400/house+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629094575850453026" /></a>The budget buster in our ideal location (Redlands)?<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGb-PsnxC2jK2mJVHHu1E0QMQMTvZbkV6Iak-LoEKPlUAHFwJ1sDDndsxUsf7gJKKjv9JUTGu_6eg75LQmjfOa2ZlQxFX54coHVIhFxX8LNEF9qRU3aV2qlHjTdCoC8kWOVfNDrhxoPWc/s1600/home+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGb-PsnxC2jK2mJVHHu1E0QMQMTvZbkV6Iak-LoEKPlUAHFwJ1sDDndsxUsf7gJKKjv9JUTGu_6eg75LQmjfOa2ZlQxFX54coHVIhFxX8LNEF9qRU3aV2qlHjTdCoC8kWOVfNDrhxoPWc/s400/home+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629094509859049842" /></a>The affordable fixer upper in East Highland?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMGBB81TxXZjwu71xqq02Q2VnyoKQEh3gsDBpONRoXbJVnHviJF3EM5MhC0Xzou6GLWGvKFl32YYWme1G2Im-UBq9sDF9mPZGR_wShGcRubdM2Omii51gM-7qW2u8ENopsqN_Bue6JYA/s1600/house+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMGBB81TxXZjwu71xqq02Q2VnyoKQEh3gsDBpONRoXbJVnHviJF3EM5MhC0Xzou6GLWGvKFl32YYWme1G2Im-UBq9sDF9mPZGR_wShGcRubdM2Omii51gM-7qW2u8ENopsqN_Bue6JYA/s400/house+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629094378447502738" /></a></div><div>Or the spacious landscaped home on the outskirts of town?</div><div><br /></div><div>We choose...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Are you excited...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Are you dying....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>On the edge of your computer chair/sofa/bathtub (lazy)...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>THE LANDSCAPED HOME ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN!! Aka, Yucaipa. </div><div>We love it and we are so, so excited! I know things can go wrong in a hot second when you're buying a house so keep your fingers and toes crossed. </div><div>Oh you want a tour? Well ok!</div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><u><a href="http://www.redfin.com/CA/Yucaipa/33720-Washington-Dr-92399/home/3533195?utm_source=myredfin&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=iphone_email&utm_nooverride=1">CLICK ME!</a></u></div></div>MissErinHudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03139838744818962557noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-53618976187837819252011-07-09T13:55:00.001-07:002011-07-09T13:55:24.996-07:00Baby SawyerI was packing away yet <i>another</i> baby size when it finally hit me; my baby Sawyer will never be this tiny again. It didn't phase me when he outgrew all his other clothes. Newborn? What size is that? He would probably have fit into newborn clothes when he was about 7 months in my tummy. By the time I was packing up 0-3 I was just happy I was surviving. When I was packing up 3-6 I was just happy I was sleeping. But now that 6-9 are getting booted out of the drawers, my heart is sad.<br /><br />Where's my cuddly baby that loves being held? Now he's a ball of energy that just wants to be let down. He's got places to go and cords to touch. <br /><br />Sometimes he'll make a face that will remind me of our first few days together, and I actually really miss it.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kevinadurr/TheBeginningOfForever#5627459051531568994'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-v8er5rcMlT8/ThjAMRqYh2I/AAAAAAAALNg/Zn2-wJ6DF1Y/s288/15.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kevinadurr/TheBeginningOfForever#5627459062609738178'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-7FoUF8igfQg/ThjAM67n-cI/AAAAAAAALNk/wWUvbn3r3ro/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kevinadurr/TheBeginningOfForever#5627459072015280866'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_k6h21xvkUM/ThjANd-FKuI/AAAAAAAALNo/3EVXeb1x8rw/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kevinadurr/TheBeginningOfForever#5627459078764373762'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jDTcbeJyzPk/ThjAN3HMJwI/AAAAAAAALNs/ph2taPdflVw/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kevinadurr/TheBeginningOfForever#5627459081939690050'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-pmXrtUXrUlo/ThjAOC8PokI/AAAAAAAALNw/W0SyzIqC9Ec/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kevinadurr/TheBeginningOfForever#5627459090852972834'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Xz8_v3SrvT4/ThjAOkJViSI/AAAAAAAALN0/gUYu34jlUHM/s288/11.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Stop growing!!<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-88362508842637306642011-07-03T19:32:00.001-07:002011-07-03T19:32:42.187-07:00Day 12. Sun flareI know, I know. You're all like we know Sawyer is cute but really? We don't need to see 800 pictures of him. Fine.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kevinadurr/TheBeginningOfForever#5625319479538860866'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jETepV0E7iw/ThEmQy3_w0I/AAAAAAAALM4/w2ExVTI2E98/s288/11.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Here I am on my way to one of my very BFF's weddings, Mrs. Darlene Isom. I was her Matron of Honor, but if you ask her she'll say I was just a bridesmaid.<br />Check out that flare!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kevinadurr/TheBeginningOfForever#5625319491226145842'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dVewF6b2t7M/ThEmReadlDI/AAAAAAAALM8/i_1uxNDgRt0/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Another flare-ish picture. My favorite sister wives at Disneyland. Hey Sawyer, mind your own business.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kevinadurr/TheBeginningOfForever#5625319504387856946'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6_Zkgi1M3Zc/ThEmSPcdWjI/AAAAAAAALNA/BlpPl8rJVdo/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I've tried to stop but I can't.<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-52652244483463362752011-07-02T22:38:00.001-07:002011-07-02T22:38:28.477-07:00Photo challenge. Day million. Silhouette.Just so you know, I had no idea how to spell "silhouette." My phone is {sometimes} good at guessing what I'm trying to spell but this time it was like: Shoplifters? Shipyard? Shipmates? Aka my phone thinks I'm a pirate.<br /><br />So I had a very lovely lunch with 2 very lovely ladies today at good old Martha Greenes. I dined with my fellow photo challenger, and <a target="_blank" href="http://theboatandthesea.blogspot.com/">decormate</a>, Cori Shaw. And my other good friend Nicole, who is an amazing crafter. I'm always drooling over her stuff. I asked her for her secret, and the answer: her silhouette! {I'm super clever, right??} This thing is <ins>amazing</ins>!! I don't know even half of the things it can do but I know that I super want one. It's a printer that cuts pretty much whatever you want, like the Cricket, but you don't have to buy cartridges. Does anyone else have one? Anyone? Anyone?<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kevinadurr/TheBeginningOfForever#5624996290671741650'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-KemGmFAkK84/ThAAUuhhCtI/AAAAAAAALMw/FNJarFk01yA/s288/10.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='216' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Fancy! Oh I want one!<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-25225006633434328742011-07-02T09:20:00.001-07:002011-07-02T09:20:11.000-07:00Blog switch?Blog switching. Looking into tumblr for quick and easy blog postings. It's more mobile friendly and the new upcoming blog platform. Just trying to figure out how to get tumblr to auto post to current blogger.<br /><br />Any thoughts? Check out tumblr for iPhone and I think android. Much better layout. <br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-21384369470607656222011-07-01T16:01:00.001-07:002011-07-01T16:01:34.663-07:00Day something. Animals.Are people reading these? No. Do I care? I guess not. Now here's some animals!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kevinadurr/TheBeginningOfForever#5624522920483325634'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UzQ85b5d4T4/Tg5Ry9JzhsI/AAAAAAAALMI/hNUva4kA4qo/s288/10.jpg' border='0' width='244' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Willow my black cat who my dad so generously adopted. Would you adopt this cat? And this is a typical day in the Hudson household: "So I went out and fed Willow this morning. I hadn't seen <i>him</i> in a few days but <i>she</i> was on the porch this morning." Is Willow a girl or a boy? Who knows.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kevinadurr/TheBeginningOfForever#5624522929203896962'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vyUi0vTD-nw/Tg5Rzdo84oI/AAAAAAAALMM/XPeIU0fiMuI/s288/11.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And my Bella puppy. Long before teenagers around the world were fainting in masses over Twilight, I found a 3 week old puppy and named her Bella. Here she is with Elizabeth (who is forever sick and drinking orange juice. Seriously) Now Bella is living in a home where she's treated like a <del>vampire</del> princess. But I do miss her...a tiny bit.<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17004542511788985460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258013233109100395.post-1129905148460996312011-07-01T06:18:00.001-07:002011-07-02T08:31:51.607-07:00Photo Challenge Defeat and UpdatesErin is trying to keep up with her photo challenge and doing a pretty good job. She still mainly uses a popular iphone app to share photos, but I am trying to convince her to blog them too. <br />
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I have been putting a lot of effort into getting my nursing blog up and off the ground. Between the daily postings, learning the twit language, and some other efforts, I am currently negotiating a feature spot on a new and developing nursing education web site. More on that later.<br />
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Meanwhile, Sawyer has been growing up and we are not ready for a curiously mobile infant wondering around. <br />
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Last Tuesday, Gramps gave us some tickets to go see Les Miserables in LA. It was the best we've ever seen. Erin keeps humming tunes from the show around the house and sometimes I hear her in the shower. <br />
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Lastly, if haven't heard, we are house hunters. After looking at just about every standard sale in the Yucaipa and Redlands and East Highland area within our price range IN PERSON we have a very very competitive offer being considered on a house in Redlands. X (fingers crossed)<br />
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