tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770741584229999172024-03-05T14:25:01.029-06:00Williams Family FunDanny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.comBlogger342125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-41487666224731315642016-07-30T09:54:00.003-05:002016-07-30T09:54:34.627-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-43478932847795303902012-11-29T22:10:00.000-06:002012-11-29T22:10:14.149-06:00Bill<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-64236533231903178762012-11-11T17:59:00.001-06:002012-11-11T17:59:58.069-06:00DoneI have 4 weeks, at the most, left in this pregnancy. I plan on doing the minimum daily requirement until then. I will clean only what has to be clean, go only where I have to go, and deal with only the people I have to deal with. Heaven bless my poor husband. I am fat, unbalanced, stressed, and grumpy. When I'm stressed and upset I eat. Hopefully my doctor won't say anything about this because if she does I might have a breakdown in her office. <br />
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Side note: Hot bread coming out of the oven in T-minus 20 minutes. Horrah.Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-36810134078897930962012-07-26T21:45:00.001-05:002012-07-26T21:45:28.810-05:00Rant....I'm a pretty quite gal. I'm mostly a go with the flow, whatever works, lets all get along type person. However, I actually have opinions! Gasp! I know. One of my opinions is that you don't need to flaunt your beliefs and ideas in front of the world. But, all these pregnancy hormones mixed with irrationally crazy people are making it quite hard for my to keep my opinions to myself. (and it's much better to post my little rant on here where most of my family won't see (-:)<br />
For instance, I don't hate Obama. I'm not the most <span style="background-color: white;">politically savvy person, but I'm certainly not a Tea Party nut that wishes death on the POTUS. Heck, he did slow jams with Jimmy Fallon. What more could you ask of the leader of the free world. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Secondly, I'm not all about hating on gay marriage. I have my own personal beliefs, that coincide with that of my church.. Others have theirs. I see no reason why, constitutionally, the government can control who you can and cannot marry. This has gotten me in plenty of good "debates" with my husband. We've given up trying to change the other person's mind. So, now, just for fun, he likes to bring up the subject around our families and watch as I go blue in the face trying to hold my thoughts in. I have a whole big argument pleading my cause, but I'll save that for another time. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">At the moment, I'm particularly annoyed with the whole Chick-fil-a scandal. Saying what I've said about gay marriage, I'm completely irked when someone attacks me about eating there. Good for the chickfila people for having standards. Sure, maybe it was a tad politically (and business-ly) incorrect to go out and voice those opinions. But, just because you eat at chickfila does not mean that you are a homophobe. No more than going to Disney World (or any other gay supporting organization) makes you a raging homosexual. Sometimes, when you pick your lunch stop, you are not making a political or religious statement. Sometimes, you pick it because your kids are in the back seat screaming for chicken nuggets and you are in the need of a peach shake. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Let's all get along. People, stop being crazy.</span>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-24001524028717640022012-07-12T20:38:00.000-05:002012-07-12T20:38:23.382-05:00At Home Therapy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Due to a series of unfortunate events (all of which boil down to the fact the system is screwed, ahem) little Joey is therapist-less at least for 2 or 3 weeks. So, dear mommy has been trying to include as much therapy into everyday play that I can. Today we worked on fine motor and sensory. These boys played for more than 30 minutes, which is an incredibly long time for my kids. We had rice buckets and bean buckets and I took turns hiding a few toys for each of the boys-legos, superheros, puzzle pieces, and so forth. Then they had to "dig" them out. I think we got the OT out of the way today, and even a little speech, too! Now, how to incorporate PT....hmmm....</div>
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<br />Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-81698141780323574172012-06-23T21:24:00.000-05:002012-06-23T21:24:12.390-05:00It's good to be here.Wow, it has been too long. I've been, well, busy, for the lack of a better word. Lots of things going on, lots of prego related yuckiness. But, tonight, I'm feeling a bit like writing.<br />
This past week was the vacation that we'd been saving for for a year. The vacation that we didn't go on. We were so excited to go out west and visit (and for me, meet for the first time) lots of family and a few friends. And, of course, to celebrate Danny's grandparents 50th anniversary. But, things happened. When you have a new house and the sudden loss of a job, you have to cash in all your chips. Even the ones that had been in the savings box for the past year. I had been reminded, repeatedly, by the calendar that we were approaching the date. Plus, family constantly contacting us to ask if we were going and having to tell them no. I was overly upset that we were missing this trip. Blame it on excitement or those pesky prego hormones, but I was so bummed out. Seeing my family's pictures on facebook of the trip made it even worse. And I know it was just as bad for Danny, seeing as it was his family we were missing and all. But, sometimes, were you want to be isn't where you need to be. On Thursday, we got to check on the baby and she that "it" was actually a SHE. I literally squealed when the sonogram lady told us. And, on top of that, she is healthy and growing like she is supposed to. Little, everyday miracles. When you have one that has any problems, normal progression is a fantastic thing. The next night, we got to visit with one of our friends. He brought up that there is a boy in town just a few years younger than us that has Noonans syndrome, a possibility of what Joey has. Even though this doesn't seem like a big deal, I am so excited try and get in touch with him and his family and find out about his struggles and successes. Then, my big boys camped outside. I loved it. I love seeing them bond together in boy-ish ways. So, even though we weren't on our big vacation, I got to experience and learn more and I wouldn't trade it for anything.<br />
I'm going to end it here, because I have the Office season 3 in my dvd player. The "Scranton, the Electric City" song is playing on loop waiting for me to press play. And I simply cannot concentrate anymore!Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-70620740647910418792012-03-17T17:24:00.004-05:002012-03-17T17:34:01.066-05:00Too Good To Be True?While wasting my time on Pinterest I came across I recipe that I decided to try. You know, sometimes you see a recipe and you think, man this will be good! But, then you try it and it's kind of so-so. This is not the case. So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you: Nutella Cream Cheese Frosting<div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6ZzHC8eSypeq8gQyt6Y2eGZ08cJ6I-J_k_f9YLnO7lDOU6znzNN6t8LId_LojyejXbehO3z6ATS8NovdXtHzy8Og5lYeKKeavLT1crPi4vtFAS7tIUxIXZt8ILEyuCAYzDMQtT2X8Do/s400/DSCN9609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720997434146326850" /></div><div>(oops, I ran out of cupcake liners)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>6oz cream cheese, softened</div><div>2 tbls butter, softened</div><div>1/2 c nutella</div><div>1 tsp vanilla</div><div>1 lb powdered sugar, sifted.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cream together cream cheese and butter. Add nutella and vanilla and continue to cream. Slowly incorporate the sugar. Beat on high until smooth. Add milk or more sugar to achieve desired consistency. </div><div><br /></div><div>I found the recipe <a href="http://www.goodlifeeats.com/2011/03/cupcakes-with-nutella-almond-butter-and-vanilla-frosting.html">here</a>. There is also a recipe for peanut butter frosting I'm itching to try. I am not really a frosting person, so this must be really good stuff, right</div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-30896792048502410592012-03-12T13:46:00.002-05:002012-03-12T13:55:07.559-05:00My husband loves me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUaCNGTSkQSi_xY9hdWg8Vwq0SgRY_YZzf60z7prcTPvhow_KmmlNdudCNRBOArQGYNAsaZzzLqoZVpzMBif4pec5Aiht9bKVQNEcycveAL_AjtW-DuYnQ9ygHu-ewcX3ZuwlKm1Wx2Js/s1600/THE+MEN+MY+WIFE+WOULD+LEAVE+ME+FOR.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUaCNGTSkQSi_xY9hdWg8Vwq0SgRY_YZzf60z7prcTPvhow_KmmlNdudCNRBOArQGYNAsaZzzLqoZVpzMBif4pec5Aiht9bKVQNEcycveAL_AjtW-DuYnQ9ygHu-ewcX3ZuwlKm1Wx2Js/s400/THE+MEN+MY+WIFE+WOULD+LEAVE+ME+FOR.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719084861705616850" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br />Last night, my husband randomly brings me the computer. "Here. I made this" he says to me with a grin. I immediately burst into laughter. He gets me.</div><div><br /><div><div>Zachary Quinto. Kirk Cameron (at that age), Jon Hamm, Jason Flipping Segel, T.R. Knight, Dave Grohl, Steve Nash, Robert Downey Jr, Hugh Jackman, Chevy Chase (at that age). </div></div><div><br /></div><div>Disclaimer: I would never leave my husband for anybody. We are jokesters. I'm sure I could make one of these for him too. </div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-26689325711685746992012-03-07T17:32:00.002-06:002012-03-07T17:53:19.659-06:00Sebastian got his hair did.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCu7Y-gLcR_Tp_w8MNRw74zPbKKA3OyVs8PtDX-cddrvDybWuZ-wCzlgunsO4DfUwDYH6IesOv0PvXh-E8RusZn7DyT25y0KjeIomJIw3bVxQNc9pF12odcR1PYTdYXHyIdXwRDTT6plI/s1600/2012-03-07+14.53.29.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCu7Y-gLcR_Tp_w8MNRw74zPbKKA3OyVs8PtDX-cddrvDybWuZ-wCzlgunsO4DfUwDYH6IesOv0PvXh-E8RusZn7DyT25y0KjeIomJIw3bVxQNc9pF12odcR1PYTdYXHyIdXwRDTT6plI/s320/2012-03-07+14.53.29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717302868867386530" /></a><div>Before</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj07OEDYiC0TuT9tPswEYPEQeFwJxy2v-blWrnRn58F0aOz9VqPMkR93qRPfMxKb7cSRIRsQacpVXHPzJZD1u2q7eEUk9wBwZRuk-qAuQy05B23XRe48h1aKmm2NZmidYRc3F2H1QVAd90/s320/2012-03-07+17.15.27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717302874935140690" /></div></div><div>After...he's even poofier in person!</div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-85980282370011673522012-03-06T20:55:00.001-06:002012-03-06T21:03:14.820-06:00Reason I loved SNL Saturday:<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibe1IufrFUUkxD1BmatRY4lmPMZu7JNuR9KlJ0jClLZ_I1BaHRLWLv2gkmeUkYE9qDENEiEzLYFaxz2LNEOPr1sr5d_-OvOAjZbCsRc83tF6xflGAmTTtp-zoNmy13T7rnzRbyRpJwXU8/s320/jimmy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716985125342720770" style="font-size: 100%; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Good</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNOL5U1vYcQWoIb_P4HsmWMND2uZWxsr6EJAehtPcfEMMBl46plq2dYSyF8Col0er3cJjVGEzwLJFpccsSUTGpcdMLbvXlSmp52vVd5I09o_B2WPe9rKznBEPG7FAcl6e0Njx8PxH6yQ/s1600/jon+ham.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNOL5U1vYcQWoIb_P4HsmWMND2uZWxsr6EJAehtPcfEMMBl46plq2dYSyF8Col0er3cJjVGEzwLJFpccsSUTGpcdMLbvXlSmp52vVd5I09o_B2WPe9rKznBEPG7FAcl6e0Njx8PxH6yQ/s320/jon+ham.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716985127970782674" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Better</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrOmzw90mtrVhF7DpaWHtJVqQ_a8WRQ_mtskDa0tdlnWpCtzbLHss-3UICj11kGOhODmdYjQ7qAbG-OYr72R8dIQjX7ZJr-D-ne9q_HSCcFuIiQSqrSHonXcKimNCEXP-SI44s-cksxPc/s320/my+boys.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716985133394347378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px; " /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">BEST!!!</div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-20676792506244962592012-03-05T20:01:00.001-06:002012-03-05T20:02:25.528-06:00JON HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_dodx62PL8JTaJMkojCDfW2cbtJTLEKsUrvJoIquHaUFUh5LIsRipBPyN67OOq8TCfCDP-5_HaDPGIVrn62swsDAv8O4CDwe4BY6PeAuyJmqxXQ-UXmWoatK0hT9TQOCpgakjsmDKMwo/s1600/john++hamm.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_dodx62PL8JTaJMkojCDfW2cbtJTLEKsUrvJoIquHaUFUh5LIsRipBPyN67OOq8TCfCDP-5_HaDPGIVrn62swsDAv8O4CDwe4BY6PeAuyJmqxXQ-UXmWoatK0hT9TQOCpgakjsmDKMwo/s320/john++hamm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716598502410473698" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>I would leave my husband for you, sir.<br /><br /></div><div>No, just kidding.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, yes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-19191027455827472062012-02-22T16:26:00.006-06:002012-02-22T17:14:52.029-06:00New house!!!<div>Ok. So. We FINALLY got moved in. I have been a bit of a slacker on posting pictures. So, here's a virtual tour!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQt6NkMQysGGxuj2Gbz0gsRP9f-Pk_hE2HvVjrrzlRJ9tI-iZpBcHNmJqhnvImVKi5hVz3IoYThRif5xFfcvvCcnnlCBMcJFDPe6_upzRCyemWTNh_T5Ok6RlICF3-nugIxHcbXtczApU/s1600/DSCN9529.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQt6NkMQysGGxuj2Gbz0gsRP9f-Pk_hE2HvVjrrzlRJ9tI-iZpBcHNmJqhnvImVKi5hVz3IoYThRif5xFfcvvCcnnlCBMcJFDPe6_upzRCyemWTNh_T5Ok6RlICF3-nugIxHcbXtczApU/s320/DSCN9529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712100377918559794" /></a><div>This is Sebastian. After a bath. We have no grass and only mud in our yard....he gets bathed nearly daily....</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsrtzWJPQnSVwMdtji6j7cLDbyt5lSwkxuvYE4dw9PpMszBydOooyvLGJQwOvDYdk52Ycqc3-KNyzkhvMLLsFwtZLTsTNH0dAuCMwI5uK-1yidYRBbq8DKyVGtPi2BYTIWQULovTsypS0/s1600/DSCN9561.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsrtzWJPQnSVwMdtji6j7cLDbyt5lSwkxuvYE4dw9PpMszBydOooyvLGJQwOvDYdk52Ycqc3-KNyzkhvMLLsFwtZLTsTNH0dAuCMwI5uK-1yidYRBbq8DKyVGtPi2BYTIWQULovTsypS0/s320/DSCN9561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712100369430883138" /></a></div><div>Home...notice the yard...</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNCNlpe3rcjGlJHYgZtet7J4jYYdrCqVxbJtffx4BodhjLaTq7HmpULxKm0x01eGF6PVHdCrfvpABdXPMbVv9J-RSzYZ8jaUZShwNkdRqpAvYdKaoAL-lma8lsNfnm513i3mhMeodPdHk/s1600/DSCN9559.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNCNlpe3rcjGlJHYgZtet7J4jYYdrCqVxbJtffx4BodhjLaTq7HmpULxKm0x01eGF6PVHdCrfvpABdXPMbVv9J-RSzYZ8jaUZShwNkdRqpAvYdKaoAL-lma8lsNfnm513i3mhMeodPdHk/s320/DSCN9559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712099379659129266" /></a></div><div>Back yard</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5cEe3Z3sca00BHpG1IYtp3tVybzCl6PL6AhrzkwGkUtqyNk9JI29Z4sgsXw6hbl9prjMVyjkWeP19jD7iD2R8RIARLMVw3yc7kVs_yjb9KC7ghwtVLdvo3YlgJbKbOPf3YBSirfYuqBA/s1600/DSCN9534.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5cEe3Z3sca00BHpG1IYtp3tVybzCl6PL6AhrzkwGkUtqyNk9JI29Z4sgsXw6hbl9prjMVyjkWeP19jD7iD2R8RIARLMVw3yc7kVs_yjb9KC7ghwtVLdvo3YlgJbKbOPf3YBSirfYuqBA/s320/DSCN9534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712099375041516946" /></a></div><div>Living room</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoF-8ve4NbIwio7s8o4Ir7y5T1u1JrBJXUtXWVoTFhlDpzr8bpgwdeRVjjYFYjHHGGa1E4zzoApQxjyWAMDOfE37E3qw6W5Fq8fqXtrXrIVXasuVJ3hUXGxU8cdhfx51tAdBK64yAEPs/s1600/DSCN9530.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoF-8ve4NbIwio7s8o4Ir7y5T1u1JrBJXUtXWVoTFhlDpzr8bpgwdeRVjjYFYjHHGGa1E4zzoApQxjyWAMDOfE37E3qw6W5Fq8fqXtrXrIVXasuVJ3hUXGxU8cdhfx51tAdBK64yAEPs/s320/DSCN9530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712099366943812146" /></a></div><div>Again...</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWx9ES-eGVoA3VCdJEa231XOc72bK12OX_uBCeug18CYQ0olbIJ0nD65Fcj1DEJrUelE_Z4_HEwl2RQfdltdWQ77GpR_a-Yqcjh_mkWOER-LBo6F_zINAPt7T0vq2DzphyphenhyphenIucxC0uNoM/s1600/DSCN9532.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWx9ES-eGVoA3VCdJEa231XOc72bK12OX_uBCeug18CYQ0olbIJ0nD65Fcj1DEJrUelE_Z4_HEwl2RQfdltdWQ77GpR_a-Yqcjh_mkWOER-LBo6F_zINAPt7T0vq2DzphyphenhyphenIucxC0uNoM/s320/DSCN9532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712099357879334306" /></a></div><div>And again... and yes, i do sweep my floors. But like I said, no grass only mud and dirt, it's a losing battle...</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDkPjAKKR0g_bd4Ad_C4avTt1oO-Z8M-MhSkACT61KeAgXvhUh76rm0ElNQuj-aeNt4XrQ7rnRhNyXAvYWR7DbrVPtmZ_Bt7O5RihuzP7jt1TUo0sQMKOC1sEuDgVymn5PVRJqxrse7Hw/s1600/DSCN9550.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDkPjAKKR0g_bd4Ad_C4avTt1oO-Z8M-MhSkACT61KeAgXvhUh76rm0ElNQuj-aeNt4XrQ7rnRhNyXAvYWR7DbrVPtmZ_Bt7O5RihuzP7jt1TUo0sQMKOC1sEuDgVymn5PVRJqxrse7Hw/s320/DSCN9550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712095085073871522" /></a></div><div>Time out :-)</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Om4BelOKEOIh9aojZ9BNh8_oeSYqCawpHA-B60k1ALnCyRJ8ENXQmbMYlbWl4dR19H89qCwh_MfCwfY67ddc8Yc6rWiQM_Vm_AFwJjCMbyz_IOs60Ek2ZepEDwA0w21fLmj3l8dB3do/s1600/DSCN9537.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Om4BelOKEOIh9aojZ9BNh8_oeSYqCawpHA-B60k1ALnCyRJ8ENXQmbMYlbWl4dR19H89qCwh_MfCwfY67ddc8Yc6rWiQM_Vm_AFwJjCMbyz_IOs60Ek2ZepEDwA0w21fLmj3l8dB3do/s320/DSCN9537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712095075650974018" /></a></div><div>Kitchen</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90vcVIRhrcmXR8pG94XFg3VGwyPOlxG-sjBm84bJMlDtEcYrfJr5R5L0fkBW3h7FY6k3hKlBGcC7LGc0WCYTuCg7FPEtHU8WhR4Ka-FKMW2-M4ETgjk7Vma49x6voIOZzI3l8IuNo7fs/s1600/DSCN9536.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90vcVIRhrcmXR8pG94XFg3VGwyPOlxG-sjBm84bJMlDtEcYrfJr5R5L0fkBW3h7FY6k3hKlBGcC7LGc0WCYTuCg7FPEtHU8WhR4Ka-FKMW2-M4ETgjk7Vma49x6voIOZzI3l8IuNo7fs/s320/DSCN9536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712095069360326578" /></a></div><div>Kitchen again.</div><div><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-wuBW2-iwCch5Lakw6odO_QzsciKLLHnIR84c8mGdAFfLb-Jic_afX9yfG43k5NGlLjp5YWbWXq5IvCVOp9K5XQV87TkY59oHEwN2BIYMVIZzAGhlEaCk2Yn0vLbPJFpRG2xEYwsZ2g/s320/DSCN9542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712099328915049010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div>Guest bathroom. I'm too lazy to rotate and reload this one.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEaQDTcqI74_torGKGef-GonrtUiCfE6_uPqFITGyQfyrv9aiV7z1XWsqpCk1-nMpvIKO5MWGMcVZHwMBiQ23K8nFt_mxakI6QbOT5DIJyaHFs3cu76A-vTL8M_62wMVk7CkczNDfXmYs/s1600/DSCN9539.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEaQDTcqI74_torGKGef-GonrtUiCfE6_uPqFITGyQfyrv9aiV7z1XWsqpCk1-nMpvIKO5MWGMcVZHwMBiQ23K8nFt_mxakI6QbOT5DIJyaHFs3cu76A-vTL8M_62wMVk7CkczNDfXmYs/s320/DSCN9539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712095059050065346" /></a></div><div>Boys room</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8x5FYh4S8TjykLAFAd-3E9f3ImM1PAhp64Hyar7xqilxkoMwYpZd66-wG_tBKPD4Zbkor44TMJ7Qo0pT9wpfxnXHoESm21sTtaKnK9qcFRfg6XF62f0fPXf71CFYRDh0X4zYsfrmwsY/s1600/DSCN9540.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8x5FYh4S8TjykLAFAd-3E9f3ImM1PAhp64Hyar7xqilxkoMwYpZd66-wG_tBKPD4Zbkor44TMJ7Qo0pT9wpfxnXHoESm21sTtaKnK9qcFRfg6XF62f0fPXf71CFYRDh0X4zYsfrmwsY/s320/DSCN9540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712095055493193842" /></a></div><div>Boys room...again too lazy</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjue-YxzVuyg0rFrveb4vqC6txTpb6LpKBF2GIoI731eauG2fdJfQ-4-GdL9rtU_2GsIW1xE-rH87u6GYg4ebff4jQC1huXIACieR4m7B90rahwMhGnao9RlEbjPO6p5RzSyIYer4XG0UI/s1600/DSCN9549.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjue-YxzVuyg0rFrveb4vqC6txTpb6LpKBF2GIoI731eauG2fdJfQ-4-GdL9rtU_2GsIW1xE-rH87u6GYg4ebff4jQC1huXIACieR4m7B90rahwMhGnao9RlEbjPO6p5RzSyIYer4XG0UI/s320/DSCN9549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712092420607982274" /></a></div><div>Boys room</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0MQteKRF6i6qFfY_GIXpTukHqhTqVeOF_tKlSDzBe-2ppY3TSRjxrOzu1iaa-h4Nqh14NRmEBFeuU_amAO2aq42qVfg3uIaP8Sk1AUGEFWcvF3GA-wi9ZcYJv_2dvtm_0SlxCcb0f9E/s1600/DSCN9544.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0MQteKRF6i6qFfY_GIXpTukHqhTqVeOF_tKlSDzBe-2ppY3TSRjxrOzu1iaa-h4Nqh14NRmEBFeuU_amAO2aq42qVfg3uIaP8Sk1AUGEFWcvF3GA-wi9ZcYJv_2dvtm_0SlxCcb0f9E/s320/DSCN9544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712092408767010418" /></a></div><div>Play room</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0E6e12Q3Mks8umyWNa9N_LD0I6FWZeLz2q6UC9V_pXRzt9DgcptQpqDDGAcW8erLAByyhULhrz9aCN4NRuBGEc_vYzuwqYjdRlaNbFByqyWNnAH2C5Q42Y8Vw1blvbnKMfxDHiywX218/s1600/DSCN9554.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0E6e12Q3Mks8umyWNa9N_LD0I6FWZeLz2q6UC9V_pXRzt9DgcptQpqDDGAcW8erLAByyhULhrz9aCN4NRuBGEc_vYzuwqYjdRlaNbFByqyWNnAH2C5Q42Y8Vw1blvbnKMfxDHiywX218/s320/DSCN9554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712092401797433810" /></a></div><div>Poop nook in the master bath</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnrV1BYs9sv55QBbgj00kuMo4Zj00CqG03caX60_R_9wSBqMscJ2FpA96buN3KQu2nEKH_8GeXql4rUUQIM4dyS1QBj3SXkzyo74hzZ2QrMezv0gqErTW-NMyry3HK_yPC-gqjYWpw7g/s1600/DSCN9553.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnrV1BYs9sv55QBbgj00kuMo4Zj00CqG03caX60_R_9wSBqMscJ2FpA96buN3KQu2nEKH_8GeXql4rUUQIM4dyS1QBj3SXkzyo74hzZ2QrMezv0gqErTW-NMyry3HK_yPC-gqjYWpw7g/s320/DSCN9553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712092373458729298" /></a></div><div>Master bath with 2 walk in closets</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0joMUXp_KUP_3gZ1AT3N11qJL6f6JR4of3z3mKqYPHAszVrVSoJoyI8hrW0m3zYJLZxTGFefc0nxzN0F5CZqliUBxKuvBL2bGsgtBgumqg8kRE4fkWS666Ie7UVh6D7iqmJPO1ft0V4M/s1600/DSCN9552.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0joMUXp_KUP_3gZ1AT3N11qJL6f6JR4of3z3mKqYPHAszVrVSoJoyI8hrW0m3zYJLZxTGFefc0nxzN0F5CZqliUBxKuvBL2bGsgtBgumqg8kRE4fkWS666Ie7UVh6D7iqmJPO1ft0V4M/s320/DSCN9552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712092364960422674" /></a><br /></div></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Super messy master bed room. The last on the list to get unpacked..</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">So, there it is. Home sweet home!</span></div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-74372553650360872682012-01-24T11:13:00.001-06:002012-01-24T11:17:36.581-06:00Now, this is better!<div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrZcmhuB8onaSJw8KV4qkr_bpSaeAsABGZuy4L6CMS97aHqEtKidgzxkGSErrEaiiS7Ycs7tM8dUahmrn46uhyphenhyphenyJmbCEDZ-GaKjFhlxKW5Rtw1M7RWJ_8m1E2WDtH7EX9ia9CfGaTxMY/s320/DSCN9479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701248419974823474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /> </div><div><div style="text-align: center;">After a tremendous amount of bribing, I think Kirk is beginning to like Primary! Love this cute boy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3DianC7qrlL9VjAUXiHywoOzvxzaCcdW8bOffj-N7wXAle31DXbaXznvFvetXB_bChY4mu3KXKmMRSrmqoQcF1IuSoxe5KL5kb5mUrxDraJqFH-tdmp1SaPhyphenhyphenO1BxCy673gQruIjxuw/s320/DSCN9474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701248426970751970" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, this picture makes me laugh way too hard. Sad baby. ha<br /><br /></div></div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-58300040468756178722012-01-01T14:01:00.004-06:002012-01-01T14:12:39.340-06:00Primarily Speaking....<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheg4oizrbU5kDdirNkgkXdkcSPogtxCQLJtGqiXX0MkzSUqyN9zKDXH_EsY7gCT0UYAx6FzBozRa-FwBdxu_ofP3KwdTe_ZRJ9BPMcZYlA_i0dq-QG21s2bKMKJX72472sqZr8e9vy9M0/s1600/DSCN9445.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheg4oizrbU5kDdirNkgkXdkcSPogtxCQLJtGqiXX0MkzSUqyN9zKDXH_EsY7gCT0UYAx6FzBozRa-FwBdxu_ofP3KwdTe_ZRJ9BPMcZYlA_i0dq-QG21s2bKMKJX72472sqZr8e9vy9M0/s320/DSCN9445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757959676516194" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My baby is 3 and a half. That means that he has graduated Nursery and attended Primary for the first time today! I have been excited about this since before he was born. Primary is awesome, from what I know.... However, my mad man didn't share my same excitement. I had to drag him, literally kicking and screaming to his class where he shrieked for a good couple of minutes. Finally, after hiding under the table for a few minutes, he warmed up and stayed for the rest of that hour. Then sing time began. Oh sing time, with your open doors and lack of pianist. He ran out. Not once. Not twice. Not even three times. Four. He escaped and had to be wrangled back up by several grown ups four times. He told me next week he was wearing a diaper to church so he could go back to the nursery with the babies.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0L29EhZ_x32sMPJOgepD6xXbWHl7ojewPZDJWF9cVQRxVnqlBYd4qQTvyPS9KX-B-4xmZfinYgOSYtaI64SO2Hpooh3QHsa2zCqby4XVw-yBhgVyc00XZEjCLwku-9UL_5ylGievOZFM/s320/DSCN9437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757918145961330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He made this face all during sing time that I sat with him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgHxM6X3CFC8p_RmKvWvFri2LSMLCXo5LsW17DChCPyxhCfW73Ntr1Pb_L7eKlUkQjBQdIjr6KG-yKF7m7_BQC3xI9KX0Xc91awEP86mff__avMWND1GnOIVKgA9LcgytwuxfCxpCBow/s320/DSCN9444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757937595758466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmzZrcATBDpi3CPUz1ljGXj4Su9Bz1zXRrNP8X1WaHXatqXWpCznK90pS_zhkN9M1rSRUQqmdehACe6e70dt7zdZ_phP7QXXOWD25I_sAIRbVCLdc58h8Kfqh5v9TF1l9QKsacCsyRrQ/s320/DSCN9440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757939132645938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6MLOcu__jfYbEz5wj55kIN3Jkm1CmMRLhvBFyk5EmbCl1ohad8uWjuqJfMK7wX_wq94DEtcxsezczX1YcN7alx7t9d-lGNXSZ9OdYnE_b3J3gKw2DhyphenhyphenD07A67jBZDi2d7W42rwgq0L3k/s320/DSCN9438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757923185949090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-45019636398135014132011-12-23T14:30:00.003-06:002011-12-23T14:37:20.533-06:00Bouquet...For Him!<div style="text-align: center;">It's that time of year....the time to stress over what you are getting for people that you don't know all that well. For most of the men folk in my extended family I am a big giver of gift cards, can't go wrong there. But, I hate handing them an envelope to open amid all the boxes and paper. This year I had my cousin-in-laws name (his first Christmas with us.) I asked his wife what he might want and the best we could come up with was a Lowes gift card. I decided to get a bit crafty and headed down to the good ole Dollar Tree. I got some floral foam stuff, tissue, rope, tools, and skewers. A little hot glue later and TADA! A bouqet of tools and a gift card, just right for the man that could care less :-)! Merry Christmas!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6FIXnfzmwFraPzJSjM4TjajAHbVXDNJymLfGQNkgduKXb2p5auIgaPeOT2WBcYVr2pilERu01S2NzZsELG1KV2s_MyPw118KaRlMqBWKB3gvDqqdR5yOx5-jDZ2YEn2UvnYOf2da5b4/s1600/DSCN9372.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6FIXnfzmwFraPzJSjM4TjajAHbVXDNJymLfGQNkgduKXb2p5auIgaPeOT2WBcYVr2pilERu01S2NzZsELG1KV2s_MyPw118KaRlMqBWKB3gvDqqdR5yOx5-jDZ2YEn2UvnYOf2da5b4/s1600/DSCN9372.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6FIXnfzmwFraPzJSjM4TjajAHbVXDNJymLfGQNkgduKXb2p5auIgaPeOT2WBcYVr2pilERu01S2NzZsELG1KV2s_MyPw118KaRlMqBWKB3gvDqqdR5yOx5-jDZ2YEn2UvnYOf2da5b4/s320/DSCN9372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689424390868013202" /></a></div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-40616817457285764482011-12-12T21:59:00.002-06:002011-12-12T22:03:35.160-06:00A couple of things...1. Kirk hated that Santa message for earlier. Totally freaked out. He doesn't mind Santa as long as he brings the gifts and leaves. No talking though.<div><br /></div><div>2. I went to Subway tonight to get me, the boys, and my mom some food before the Christmas parade. This random stranger cut in line ahead of me. He just wanted to get a couple of cookies. He said "I will get these, and whatever she is getting." and pointed to me. He just looked at me and said "Merry Christmas." It's sad that the world is in a state that I don't know if I should think this was kindness or creepiness. It's the holidays, so I'm going with kindness. Danny's suggestion was to pay it forward. So, who wants a free sub?<br /></div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-10750924149200972992011-12-12T21:47:00.002-06:002011-12-12T21:52:05.280-06:00Lil' Sebastian<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HTrlQe0OGCYBm9v2bY6Y-BHqhUqWvr533Wnr-kdHRLD4oLn8ekKOTr4_BNuT2yiRNVffvabENYZBpogXmd4l67tN5U3liBTBkXWWGOFjprek4BIdXJ410BgRmBpZl0lsrBbUxO1n6TY/s1600/DSCN9351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HTrlQe0OGCYBm9v2bY6Y-BHqhUqWvr533Wnr-kdHRLD4oLn8ekKOTr4_BNuT2yiRNVffvabENYZBpogXmd4l67tN5U3liBTBkXWWGOFjprek4BIdXJ410BgRmBpZl0lsrBbUxO1n6TY/s320/DSCN9351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685455186593435842" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Meet our newest edition, Sebastian! I've always wanted a white, floofy dog, always. This year, Danny said that if I wanted him to be my Christmas gift I could get him. Yee! I must be a glutton for punishment though. Arg, I forgot how much work a new puppy could be. But, this dog loves me. I mean for real. Things don't always love me or enjoy my company. This dog does. He is an amazing snuggler, too!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrJRhdsk82U5UL9QTuDdO7xTDQj2wBFj1clisxkTxsbOp-_y42NqqqJiU89Q93CLzDT9LVBQzs5kb7nm-qm5Jq6dWgmTYNxe9nFB7CYBoKhY9ZT30rt65pyJNYkl_l1p93mITAxFXV5g/s320/DSCN9356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685455196467058178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-61035064544312320862011-12-12T09:31:00.004-06:002011-12-12T09:32:52.880-06:00Coolest Thing Ever!<div><div>Customize a message from Santa to your child. Kirk is going to love this!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Click <a href="http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/watch/gZdRqGO1cLuMCvFYp166BYg?utm_campaign=share-video&utm_medium=share&utm_source=copy-paste">HERE</a> to view his.</div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-30912125396683249532011-12-07T19:30:00.003-06:002011-12-07T19:39:49.523-06:00MortalityThis has been a bad week to be a pet around the Wilson estates. Last Friday our dog of 5 years, Libby got hit by a car. Today, my parent's dog of 12 years, Buster died. This has created a lot of talking time between my 3.5 year old and me. He's not upset by it at all. There are just a lot of questions. Questions that I can't answer. It's not that I don't know the answers, I do. It's mostly that I can't answer them on a 3 year old level. He is way more inquisitive about it that I expected him to be.<div><div>His questions start out kind of like this:</div><div>"Where is "Livvy" now?"</div><div>"Is she with Heavenly Father?"</div><div>"How did she get up there?"</div><div>"What did Pap (the area pet bury-er) do with her?"</div></div><div>"How did Pap get up to heaven?"</div><div>"Did Pap have to die to take her to heaven?"</div><div>"Since Livvy is with Heavenly Father is she alive again?"</div><div>"If I ask Heavenly Father, will He send her back to me?"</div><div><br /></div><div>The more questions I answer the deeper his questions get.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think next Family Home Evening we are going to have the glove spirit/body lesson.</div><div><br /></div><div> I'm not smart enough to be a mom.</div><div><br /></div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-70007449563488676972011-12-05T20:42:00.005-06:002011-12-07T19:42:04.833-06:00CharityMy best friend (who just so happens to be my sister) Marlee is a pretty awesome gal. This year instead of presents she has requested that her family donate to a good cause. I thought I would share that with you. It is a organization called My Charity Water which will help drill for and supply water in Ethiopia. I am planning on donating some and I thought that maybe some of you in the blog world might as well. It is the season of giving, of course. Click<a href="http://www.blogger.com/mycharitywater.org/marleesbirthday"> </a><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://mycharitywater.org/p/campaign?campaign_id=20851">here</a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/mycharitywater.org/marleesbirthday"> </a></span>to find out more.Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-36357031150797682482011-12-05T14:29:00.004-06:002011-12-05T14:40:41.305-06:00Yeeee!Ok. So. 2 things.<div><br /></div><div>First, for the first time since I've been married I officially have health insurance. We have been pretty dang poor these past years (not that we are suddenly rich or anything, but it looks like that we might have a dollar or two extra!). So, now I can go ahead and get sick and not have to freak out about dying at home with no medical care.</div><div><br /></div><div>Second, I ended up not putting up my tree. BUT, I have started baking. I need to share this recipe. It is one of my most favoritest cookie recipes ever! Chocolatey. Caramely. Nutty. Just right!</div><div><br /></div><div>CARAMEL FILLED CHOCOLATE COOKIES</div><div><br /></div><div>1 c sugar</div><div>1 c brown sugar</div><div>1 c margarine, softened</div><div>2 tsp vanilla</div><div>2 eggs</div><div>2 1/2 c flour</div><div>3/4 c unsweetened cocoa</div><div>1 tsp baking soda</div><div>1 c pecans, chopped</div><div>48 rolo candies, unwrapped, duh</div><div>1 tbls sugar</div><div><br /></div><div>Combine 1 c sugar, brown sugar, and margarine; beat until light and fluffy. Add vanilla and eggs, blend well. Combine flour, cocoa, and baking soda in a small bowl. Add to sugar mixture; blend well. Stir in 1/2 c pecans. Cover and let chill about 30 minutes for easier handling....cause you will have your hands all in this! For each cookie scoop about 1 tsp of dough. With floured hands, shape dough around a rolo, covering completely. In a small bowl, combine 1/2 c pecans and 1 tbls sugar. Press 1 side of the dough ball into the mixture. Place nut side up 2 inches apart on cookie sheet. Bake at 375 for 7-10 mintues until set and slightly cracked. Cool for 2 minutes then remove from cookie sheet.</div><div><br /></div><div>These are so good. I made a ton of them yesterday. We had hot soup for supper and then ate these as we watched the Christmas devotional. It was fantastic! I always make a lot of treats during December and then freeze them for giving out later. Let me tell you, these are just as fantastic frozen as they are warm and gooey! Yum! </div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-56038240974143640792011-12-02T16:09:00.002-06:002011-12-02T16:12:11.887-06:00I give up.Our signing date got moved back. Again. To the 12th. I'm saying forget it and putting my tree up tomorrow. This is the longest I've ever gone without having my tree it. I would rather put it up and take and down in 2 weeks than to only have it up for a bit. So, tonight begins the Christmas baking and the tree goes up tomorrow. I've waited long enough. It's time to get festive!Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-17748735579645128612011-11-28T22:36:00.002-06:002011-11-28T22:42:04.589-06:00Dear Family,Despite what you think, food does not just magically appear on the table at meal times. I put work and time into making these meals, no matter how small or elaborate. I am growing quite tired of all of you turning your noses up at everything I put before you. Sure, we could live on pizzas and pj&j. That would be a lot cheaper and a heck of a lot easier on me. But, I am trying to provide for your well being. So, suck it up. Try it. You might actually enjoy it. I know I do. <div><br /><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Your disgruntled family chef</div></div><div><br /></div><div>I am venting to my blog mates because, frankly, I don't think my 3 year old or 20 month old (or 26 year old for that matter) needs to hear mommy complain. So, there. It's out of my system. I can be nice again! :-)</div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-31082337407686282962011-11-20T20:34:00.002-06:002011-11-20T20:40:56.395-06:00I suck.We are closing on our new house in a little over a week. I have zero desire to clean this house. Half of everything is boxed up and I feel like there is no point in cleaning up all the other stuff. Don't get me wrong, I'm doing the dishes, laundry, tidying up, etc. But, there is no way I'm cleaning all the crevices. I'm kinda blah about it. <div><br /></div><div> <img src="http://thumbs.trulia.com/pictures/thumbs_3/ps.31/7/3/1/4/picture-uh=1d17967175b39dc28d849798be492b3-ps=7314ce7732081c25e35282afc9ab975-107-Berringer-Dr-Guntown-MS-38849.jpg" alt="107 Berringer Drive., Guntown MS" /></div><div><br /></div><div>But, here's the new gal. She's not the biggest or the fanciest. But, alas, she is ours.</div>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477074158422999917.post-35239059388466459292011-11-14T16:16:00.001-06:002011-11-14T16:16:55.902-06:00I love Andy Dwyer...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAW9dCNv4wLGN6klD46FrfVk07Un0KBhDEubp8OtA7H4LmOq4vwCdxyUwcJNEFTJ-lTeGoAH1tA8Oras_AdOP4A60fSMMSPEo-s5whyna-UMn9LX7LVhJj_qTUD09SaRjNx5X-EXSXiLw/s1600/andy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAW9dCNv4wLGN6klD46FrfVk07Un0KBhDEubp8OtA7H4LmOq4vwCdxyUwcJNEFTJ-lTeGoAH1tA8Oras_AdOP4A60fSMMSPEo-s5whyna-UMn9LX7LVhJj_qTUD09SaRjNx5X-EXSXiLw/s320/andy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674978924376938546" /></a>Danny, Marca, Kirk, and Joey.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071463647147910558noreply@blogger.com0