tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14501125712481033312009-07-05T10:19:51.811-04:00So Very BlessedTinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.comBlogger168125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-15572746800587075882009-06-12T13:48:00.010-04:002009-06-12T15:18:29.238-04:00Saying HelloWhere to begin,where to begin? I have not dropped off the face of the planet, I have just been busy with life..... you know kids, the basic summer craziness.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>School is done, so all the kids are home and the house is bursting at the seems. Our house seems to be the gathering place for the neighbourhood. It's not uncommon that we have our own six kids plus an extra four kids playing at our house throughout the day. </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346517901143443026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SjKltDrsBlI/AAAAAAAACBc/_5PcbmiPYFg/s400/DSC_0930.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346518697153194674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SjKmbZDM6rI/AAAAAAAACBk/QF8As43VU2g/s400/DSC_0929.JPG" />But to tell you the the truth "the more the merrier". Sure every so often you have to break up the odd fight or the occasional mischievous plan, but for the most part, all the kids get along GREAT.<br /><br /><div>Oh to be a kid again so carefree.......sigh.</div><br /><div>Moving right along, the Triplets, amazingly adorable as usual but would you expect anything </div><div>less.</div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Their speech is now finally staring to take off......just priceless. Most words just Mommy and Daddy can understand but of course I am just loving every minute of it.</div><br /><div>About 3 weeks ago we moved them into toddler beds because of our little acrobat, Miss Jenny. I am happy to report, they transitioned into them BEAUTIFULLY! </div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346507545830520690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SjKcSTIsd3I/AAAAAAAACA8/fQFLiYKCTic/s400/DSC_0364.JPG" /> It took us a total of 2 days, NO fuss, NO whining, virtually NO jumping out, NO crying, NO tears, fights, NO sleepless nights.</div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Yes, all you multiple Mommas out there, there is hope, do not be afraid. It was EASY and PAINLESS!<br /><br /><div>Life around here is as hectic and chaotic as it can get, summer always is, but I LOVE having the kids home. I don't think life can get any better then this I am, <strong>So Very Blessed</strong>.<br /><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346516408703211666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SjKkWL6NWJI/AAAAAAAACBU/iJ2triGiTSc/s400/DSC_0725-2.JPG" /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-1557274680058707588?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-65843666444705095562009-06-03T16:20:00.007-04:002009-06-04T13:09:02.287-04:00My 10 Old....Happy Birthday Kurt!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343205431677801394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibhB9UX07I/AAAAAAAACAM/m247ksSS2pg/s400/Picture+567.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">Eye spy with my little eye an awesome boy who is 10 YEARS OLD!<br /><br /></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343205435140847874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibhCKOBuQI/AAAAAAAACAg/9rZAhG6ummg/s400/Picture+1664.jpg" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343205419822681762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibhBRJ5DqI/AAAAAAAAB_8/0JBTESz_xvc/s400/Picture+631.jpg" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343204549661796626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibgOnjXqRI/AAAAAAAAB_0/4tNxdGXtLwE/s400/Picture+786.jpg" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343204547843278914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibgOgxzSEI/AAAAAAAAB_s/XHvoIJZGBnM/s400/Picture+701.jpg" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343204547422505090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibgOfNeyII/AAAAAAAAB_k/--ukry8iLqI/s400/Picture+339.jpg" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343204534991697954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibgNw5vuCI/AAAAAAAAB_U/o0hL6dTfQBE/s400/Picture+048-1.jpg" /></div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343205429260612466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibhB0UEc3I/AAAAAAAACAU/7onA3DbBcFI/s400/Picture+1701.jpg" /> </div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343201256711582082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibdO8W28YI/AAAAAAAAB_M/YtIV42ZXbw8/s400/Picture+034.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343204539121460994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibgOASW5wI/AAAAAAAAB_c/nIyKOKGFg0I/s400/DSC_0440+(79).jpg" /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibdOtb0TlI/AAAAAAAAB_E/At32M1nFzlg/s1600-h/DSC_0958.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343201252705848914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibdOtb0TlI/AAAAAAAAB_E/At32M1nFzlg/s400/DSC_0958.JPG" /></a></div><div>Kurt has a Heart of Gold and wears his this Golden heart on his sleeve. What you see is what you get with this wonderful child. He holds nothing inside and is an open book.<br /><br />While this sounds like the ideal child to parent it can prove to be quite challenging at times, but of course I would not change a thing about him. </div><div></div><div><br />I have seen Kurt sacrifice countless times anything he has, to make others around him happy and when he does, it's as if like the clouds part and God smiles. I often tell Kurt, he has the heart of Jesus.<br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibdOVuDkSI/AAAAAAAAB-8/OI1-y3dm0qQ/s1600-h/DSC_0652.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343201246339895586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibdOVuDkSI/AAAAAAAAB-8/OI1-y3dm0qQ/s400/DSC_0652.JPG" /></a><br />He has the craziest care free spirit of all the kids, always ready, willing and WANTING to make us all smile.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibdOTfaLDI/AAAAAAAAB-0/Ks-CDFYyrX0/s1600-h/DSC_0426+(67).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343201245741591602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibdOTfaLDI/AAAAAAAAB-0/Ks-CDFYyrX0/s400/DSC_0426+(67).jpg" /></a><br />What next.........please tell me he's not ready to start shaving, because THAT I am NOT ready to deal with, not yet anyway.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343201240547395330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibdOAJBBwI/AAAAAAAAB-s/1qHwkHLUuHs/s400/DSC_0352+(3).jpg" />Happy Birthday My Sweet Sweet Kurt, Mom Simply Adores You!<br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SibcTrwwXNI/AAAAAAAAB-E/bd63xiPw-MA/s1600-h/Picture+533.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-6584366644470509556?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-2147859758926891772009-06-02T15:04:00.003-04:002009-06-02T15:46:04.875-04:00Happy 1rst Birthday Pork Chop<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342816140648566290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SiV--POUzhI/AAAAAAAAB9c/rC1JZ1BNjxk/s400/DSC_0373.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342816142978999522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SiV--X58ZOI/AAAAAAAAB9k/lLhPProCuYk/s400/DSC_0376.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342816146898128306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SiV--mgVjbI/AAAAAAAAB90/ecGRr6u87Wk/s400/DSC_0412.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342816141792814754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SiV--TfIpqI/AAAAAAAAB9s/x6sdMQJXqYE/s400/DSC_0410.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342816150818125682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SiV--1G793I/AAAAAAAAB98/x5uAExnesho/s400/DSC_0418.JPG" /><br /><div> Yes, it's Pork Chop's 1 rst Birthday and I can hardly believe it! My little angel (and I use that term loosely) is one or seven whatever? Actually his birthday was last, week but slacker Mom here, was a little busy, so he got bumped but shhhhhhhh don't tell him! <div><div><div><br /><div>Anyway, it just seems like it was just yesterday when we announced "It's a BOY" and now look at him walking, running, talking.........well barking. Oh the memories of firsts that has filled this past year, so sweet, so special....... some however not so sweet smelling.</div><br /><div>Happy First Birthday Pork Chop, WE LOVE YOU!</div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-214785975892689177?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-8424594457172312612009-05-28T15:21:00.014-04:002009-05-29T15:43:53.666-04:00Thank You Susanna & JWe had a Great Memorial Day weekend!<br /><br />My brother J and his wife <a href="http://susannassketchbook.typepad.com/susannas_sketchbook/"><em><span style="color:#000099;">Susanna</span></em></a> drove all the way from New Jersey, to spend the holiday weekend with us. We had a fantastic time! We played, we chatted, the kids (my brother being one of them) biked, and in the evenings we enjoyed some magical campfires in our back yard .......... sigh.<br /><br />I am always amazed, when I remeber back to the time, when I was the "typical" stuck up teenager and almost detested my brother. But now as an adult, I long to have those days back and find myself counting down the days, along with my kids, until the next visit with J & Susanna.<br /><br />As far as <a href="http://susannassketchbook.typepad.com/susannas_sketchbook/"><em><span style="color:#000099;">Susanna</span></em></a>, well I won't embarrass her but, I love her like she is my Sister and think she is AMAZING beyond what words can describe. I will let her photographs describe how truly AMAZING she is!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7vnYD2btI/AAAAAAAAB9U/3XgESzLRhbs/s1600-h/DSC_0860-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340969667860524754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7vnYD2btI/AAAAAAAAB9U/3XgESzLRhbs/s400/DSC_0860-1.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7vm_P2MMI/AAAAAAAAB9M/oqxes4XrAN8/s1600-h/DSC_0945.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340969661199954114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7vm_P2MMI/AAAAAAAAB9M/oqxes4XrAN8/s400/DSC_0945.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7vmnOxtXI/AAAAAAAAB9E/DjJlnSFIlqg/s1600-h/DSC_0919.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340969654753015154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7vmnOxtXI/AAAAAAAAB9E/DjJlnSFIlqg/s400/DSC_0919.JPG" /></a></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7vmrGcbcI/AAAAAAAAB88/XwN7axzUJv0/s1600-h/DSC_0949.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340969655791807938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7vmrGcbcI/AAAAAAAAB88/XwN7axzUJv0/s400/DSC_0949.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7vBE6KHXI/AAAAAAAAB80/hiiAoenTxD4/s1600-h/DSC_0958.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340969009884568946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7vBE6KHXI/AAAAAAAAB80/hiiAoenTxD4/s400/DSC_0958.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7vA5xn8BI/AAAAAAAAB8s/WF4PSfIXQ0Q/s1600-h/DSC_0972.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340968283502998114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7uWy7S8mI/AAAAAAAAB78/jQ5T_de-6Zo/s400/DSC_0767.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7uWp29TYI/AAAAAAAAB70/frtZTssqdes/s1600-h/DSC_0763-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340968281068883330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7uWp29TYI/AAAAAAAAB70/frtZTssqdes/s400/DSC_0763-1.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7trPg5h5I/AAAAAAAAB7s/sFnFnH0L28M/s1600-h/DSC_0505.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340967535262664594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7trPg5h5I/AAAAAAAAB7s/sFnFnH0L28M/s400/DSC_0505.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7tq9ZACqI/AAAAAAAAB7k/X0imbKHaGTU/s1600-h/DSC_0549-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340967530397698722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7tq9ZACqI/AAAAAAAAB7k/X0imbKHaGTU/s400/DSC_0549-1.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7tqsdiy8I/AAAAAAAAB7c/5CKiDTCCcKA/s1600-h/DSC_0599.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340967525853350850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7tqsdiy8I/AAAAAAAAB7c/5CKiDTCCcKA/s400/DSC_0599.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7tqh_-cGI/AAAAAAAAB7U/qA_cGfOPuww/s1600-h/DSC_0597-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340967523044978786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7tqh_-cGI/AAAAAAAAB7U/qA_cGfOPuww/s400/DSC_0597-1.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7tqZOeY9I/AAAAAAAAB7M/vi0egEdvuz8/s1600-h/DSC_0631.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340967520689873874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7tqZOeY9I/AAAAAAAAB7M/vi0egEdvuz8/s400/DSC_0631.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7rHRRbggI/AAAAAAAAB7E/sxwiU9ry0Js/s1600-h/DSC_0649.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964718236107266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7rHRRbggI/AAAAAAAAB7E/sxwiU9ry0Js/s400/DSC_0649.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7rHa7_u2I/AAAAAAAAB68/6qfoP5ojmIA/s1600-h/DSC_0664.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964720830561122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7rHa7_u2I/AAAAAAAAB68/6qfoP5ojmIA/s400/DSC_0664.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7rHB5SkNI/AAAAAAAAB60/gpOu3NXm2IM/s1600-h/DSC_0656.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964714108326098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7rHB5SkNI/AAAAAAAAB60/gpOu3NXm2IM/s400/DSC_0656.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7rG2WQhGI/AAAAAAAAB6s/SFwn1VwRS2w/s1600-h/DSC_0650.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964711008601186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7rG2WQhGI/AAAAAAAAB6s/SFwn1VwRS2w/s400/DSC_0650.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7rG3N1hJI/AAAAAAAAB6k/LSkZOvFP7I0/s1600-h/DSC_0652.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964711241712786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sh7rG3N1hJI/AAAAAAAAB6k/LSkZOvFP7I0/s400/DSC_0652.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">I miss you guys already XOXO </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-842459445717231261?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-35877259865727625832009-05-21T15:03:00.003-04:002009-05-21T15:20:28.412-04:00No Officer.... I was not DUI<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShWnGQSEQ6I/AAAAAAAAB40/-lsGeO8IknY/s1600-h/DSC_0067.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338356659209388962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShWnGQSEQ6I/AAAAAAAAB40/-lsGeO8IknY/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" /></a> No Officer, I was NOT driving under the influence of CHOCOLATE MILK.....hiccup....gulp!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShWnGL_qHWI/AAAAAAAAB4s/sd_M77Q7Xos/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338356658058435938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShWnGL_qHWI/AAAAAAAAB4s/sd_M77Q7Xos/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" /></a>Can you <strong>PLEASE</strong> let me off with a warning, just this once? Chocolate Milk is so yummy, I couldn't resist!</div><div><div><div> </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-3587725986572762583?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-13396151250379864972009-05-19T12:36:00.005-04:002009-05-19T13:13:43.919-04:00It Would Have Been a Sad Sad Day!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShLjURRDkNI/AAAAAAAAB4U/QPC9utc_hAo/s1600-h/DSC_0137-2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337578445759287506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShLjURRDkNI/AAAAAAAAB4U/QPC9utc_hAo/s320/DSC_0137-2.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShLhriSJrWI/AAAAAAAAB4E/RnEFDkBdl5I/s1600-h/DSC_0138-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337576646441020770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShLhriSJrWI/AAAAAAAAB4E/RnEFDkBdl5I/s320/DSC_0138-1.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShLhrJ_Z1TI/AAAAAAAAB38/jioW17-oRsU/s1600-h/DSC_0148-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337576639919936818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShLhrJ_Z1TI/AAAAAAAAB38/jioW17-oRsU/s320/DSC_0148-1.JPG" /></a><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337576641453145858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShLhrPs8vwI/AAAAAAAAB30/mlqJ8BSdvEY/s320/DSC_0149-2.JPG" /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShLhq37XjqI/AAAAAAAAB3s/_mq_qfuDRkE/s1600-h/DSC_0150-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337576635071172258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShLhq37XjqI/AAAAAAAAB3s/_mq_qfuDRkE/s320/DSC_0150-1.JPG" /></a> <div></div><br /><div>This is the series of shots, that almost took out our fancy camera and you all know how much we LOVE our camera. It would have indeed been a very sad, sad day to lose our seventh child, to such a horrific accident, but Daddy bravely turned to protect our babe, from Justin's "Heat".</div><br /><div>Oh and by the way, Yes, Justin was aiming for Daddy, who was holding the camera.......but that's another story. </div><div></div><div><br />There is nothing this child cannot do, well almost nothing.<br />One day he will rule the world!</div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-1339615125037986497?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-30922914159297564122009-05-17T15:30:00.007-04:002009-05-17T16:05:39.256-04:00Bath Time Summer Style<div align="left">Who says you can't just hose off a set of Triplets of in the back yard when its bath time. I always joked that I was going to do exactly that when they were born, but who knew it was actually a FANTASTIC idea?!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBotwHbTrI/AAAAAAAAB3k/MciWoam6FAo/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336880693653491378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBotwHbTrI/AAAAAAAAB3k/MciWoam6FAo/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBotkXWoqI/AAAAAAAAB3c/jogXyRMrnP8/s1600-h/DSC_0194.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336880690499068578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBotkXWoqI/AAAAAAAAB3c/jogXyRMrnP8/s400/DSC_0194.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBoembt4oI/AAAAAAAAB3U/dgYwKHEyn5E/s1600-h/DSC_0206.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336880433356202626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBoembt4oI/AAAAAAAAB3U/dgYwKHEyn5E/s400/DSC_0206.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBoQDY1ruI/AAAAAAAAB3M/X_xn-E1zOb0/s1600-h/DSC_0208.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336880183430721250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBoQDY1ruI/AAAAAAAAB3M/X_xn-E1zOb0/s400/DSC_0208.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBoQKo-9XI/AAAAAAAAB3E/pR4ShQRMUzg/s1600-h/DSC_0194.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336880185377486194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBoQKo-9XI/AAAAAAAAB3E/pR4ShQRMUzg/s400/DSC_0194.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBoP3sU5_I/AAAAAAAAB28/ge6MsEaPTFQ/s1600-h/DSC_0202.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336880180291233778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBoP3sU5_I/AAAAAAAAB28/ge6MsEaPTFQ/s400/DSC_0202.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBoP8ZHXvI/AAAAAAAAB20/n6G-iI2i2gQ/s1600-h/DSC_0196.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336880181552832242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBoP8ZHXvI/AAAAAAAAB20/n6G-iI2i2gQ/s400/DSC_0196.JPG" /></a> <div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBoP9oC5tI/AAAAAAAAB2s/DBtnPixxMF8/s1600-h/DSC_0178.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336880181883889362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/ShBoP9oC5tI/AAAAAAAAB2s/DBtnPixxMF8/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" /></a> Uh oh, this one is sneaking away, I had better get the towels!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-3092291415929756412?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-17079410911868943992009-05-15T16:14:00.002-04:002009-05-15T16:34:31.101-04:00Lazy Dog Days of Summer<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329838962408570354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfdkTDBmPfI/AAAAAAAABu8/SbdpbAu6U_Q/s400/Picture+227.jpg" /> <div>We have been spent all morning outside enjoying this beautiful summer like weather. </div><br /><div></div><div>I Love the Summer! Strange I know, considering I was born and raised in Canada. I was even a Figure Skater, so I grew up loving the cold. But alas, I fear it has permanently frozen my brain, as I now CRAVE the warmth. </div><div></div><br /><div>I think, I can actually hear my Mother's heart break as she reads this. She is the epitome of a true Cancuk. She adores a fresh snow fall, she gets all excited to see a real maple syrup "shack" in action and she is even married to Santa Claus, (yes MY Dad IS Santa Claus!).<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336140687368050978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sg3Hrt4U2SI/AAAAAAAAB2k/YmPkJ8itfH4/s400/20080630-4078.jpg" /></div><div></div><div align="left">I am embarrassed to admit, my blood has thinned out far too much, to endure the bone chilling cold of of a Canadian winter again.......the shame I must carry, sad isn't?!!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I LOVE SUMMER!<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-1707941091186894399?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-16286104291289614042009-05-14T09:52:00.007-04:002009-05-14T10:20:45.820-04:00Playtime & Naptime at Daddy's Daycare<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sgwm9BKunII/AAAAAAAAB2c/c9Bo8OjsKzg/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335682488254504066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sgwm9BKunII/AAAAAAAAB2c/c9Bo8OjsKzg/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sgwlb4eXtbI/AAAAAAAAB2U/qWpywwT6s7g/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680819473659314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sgwlb4eXtbI/AAAAAAAAB2U/qWpywwT6s7g/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlbhFhpuI/AAAAAAAAB2M/jTEtEa8kOtY/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"></a><div> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlbgpdTDI/AAAAAAAAB2E/Q65kaSLxOHc/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680813077711922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlbgpdTDI/AAAAAAAAB2E/Q65kaSLxOHc/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlbX4GJ8I/AAAAAAAAB18/T8LrtnZjJdU/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680810723190722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlbX4GJ8I/AAAAAAAAB18/T8LrtnZjJdU/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" /></a> <div></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlbRtBQlI/AAAAAAAAB10/DclYJCG3RY4/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680809066119762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlbRtBQlI/AAAAAAAAB10/DclYJCG3RY4/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlCK_vqQI/AAAAAAAAB1s/tu6DB7iHccg/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680377768880386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlCK_vqQI/AAAAAAAAB1s/tu6DB7iHccg/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlB9xAjaI/AAAAAAAAB1k/I4HHUEXsq18/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680374217412002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlB9xAjaI/AAAAAAAAB1k/I4HHUEXsq18/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlB6bjQHI/AAAAAAAAB1c/mxT_eLcRtus/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680373322104946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlB6bjQHI/AAAAAAAAB1c/mxT_eLcRtus/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlBq03BBI/AAAAAAAAB1U/N83QuOjswAY/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680369133290514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlBq03BBI/AAAAAAAAB1U/N83QuOjswAY/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" /></a> Phew.........Nap time!<br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlBnG3DWI/AAAAAAAAB1M/O6YuvkZ5jCc/s1600-h/667.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680368135048546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgwlBnG3DWI/AAAAAAAAB1M/O6YuvkZ5jCc/s400/667.JPG" /></a></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I really do have the best husband in the world. I had a Girls day out with Jenny and Andrei let the boys do all the things a Mom would have immediately said No to. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br />I Love you Andrei. Daddy Daycare ROCKS!<br /><br />Wait until you see Bath time tomoorrow...........stay tuned HYSTERICAL!!!!!!!<br /></div><div align="left"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-1628610429128961404?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-34140789923615163662009-05-14T00:03:00.007-04:002009-05-14T00:45:50.251-04:00Lunchtime at Momies Day Care<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SguaPAMcwLI/AAAAAAAABz0/ncG-2XFyIUo/s1600-h/DSC_0119-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335527766091415730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SguaPAMcwLI/AAAAAAAABz0/ncG-2XFyIUo/s400/DSC_0119-1.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SguaO70sDgI/AAAAAAAABzs/kv98vNrnn0M/s1600-h/DSC_0112-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335527764918013442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SguaO70sDgI/AAAAAAAABzs/kv98vNrnn0M/s400/DSC_0112-1.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SguZoX3xVpI/AAAAAAAABzk/-U0wiWkxLyc/s1600-h/DSC_0122-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335527102432237202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SguZoX3xVpI/AAAAAAAABzk/-U0wiWkxLyc/s400/DSC_0122-1.JPG" /></a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335527096405041938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SguZoBaxoxI/AAAAAAAABzU/lPfd6274UqA/s400/DSC_0133.JPG" /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SguZn8y0pSI/AAAAAAAABzE/yzMA32dxOFE/s1600-h/DSC_0126.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335527095163725090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SguZn8y0pSI/AAAAAAAABzE/yzMA32dxOFE/s400/DSC_0126.JPG" /></a>We are making great progress at lunchtime!<br /><br />Thankfully we have two wonderful Black Labradors, that I have renamed the "Clean-up Crew". They help us clean us the heinous lunchtime mess. <div><div><div><div></div><div><br />I love this picnic table and wish they had one that would not buckle under the weight of my round bottom.</div><div></div><div><br />Lunchtime is sooooooooo much FUN at Mommy,s Daycare!<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-3414078992361516366?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-77147879233340917252009-05-13T13:54:00.003-04:002009-05-13T14:17:05.343-04:00Jailbreak<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6f2102a1c2c9195e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAIiSxp13MRsP2RXZVN7myjIcIfj1UkZkHl9ERaCS0Rq-cU7cEhHo5JRM0L9HAxqqc6la-8NSaUE61ZxSwrHtLoaUYuw6DhFvL-ctp7ybdb2YywbSZpV04ZsHg23L7tclLB0TL7qFK3QXg37JNeYVTLL2Sq45b5P0Y_VtQtMaHXDiFKfsVD9y2oEQyWjxrPoYlmmFYZdw0DyhQZ-oEWyRvGp1Ryja9Dm-WcF9Trr3kULY%26sigh%3D5HNE6lv5_AH5xHy6ED13bYnNU-I%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f2102a1c2c9195e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DJp6TNS69Hc3h4R-iufT-ISbYTSY&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAIiSxp13MRsP2RXZVN7myjIcIfj1UkZkHl9ERaCS0Rq-cU7cEhHo5JRM0L9HAxqqc6la-8NSaUE61ZxSwrHtLoaUYuw6DhFvL-ctp7ybdb2YywbSZpV04ZsHg23L7tclLB0TL7qFK3QXg37JNeYVTLL2Sq45b5P0Y_VtQtMaHXDiFKfsVD9y2oEQyWjxrPoYlmmFYZdw0DyhQZ-oEWyRvGp1Ryja9Dm-WcF9Trr3kULY%26sigh%3D5HNE6lv5_AH5xHy6ED13bYnNU-I%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f2102a1c2c9195e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DJp6TNS69Hc3h4R-iufT-ISbYTSY&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><p>As you can see Jenny just toys with us. She jumps from crib to crib in the darkness of nap time. Oh what to do what to do? and people say BOYS are the climbers....I beg to differ! </p><p>After much thought, as well as picking my Moms brain and Ashley's brain, we have decided to break down our cribs and convert them into toddler beds. Then we will tackle nap time and bed time Supernanny Style. </p><p>I'm not stressing over this too much as we have gone trough this before with our older kids :)</p><p>I do however feel as though I need to buy Jenny a BIGHT ORANGE suit or maybe some BLACK and WHITE STRIPES tee hee!</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-7714787923334091725?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-23281941022839668242009-05-12T22:55:00.006-04:002009-05-13T14:28:43.061-04:00"Bee"cause my Mom Loves Me<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgpD7yMlYbI/AAAAAAAABy8/FvUIkVe9w1s/s1600-h/DSC_0073.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335151402939670962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgpD7yMlYbI/AAAAAAAABy8/FvUIkVe9w1s/s400/DSC_0073.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgpD7soyRxI/AAAAAAAABy0/bjv5Mzx1CZM/s1600-h/DSC_0076-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335151401447343890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgpD7soyRxI/AAAAAAAABy0/bjv5Mzx1CZM/s400/DSC_0076-1.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgpD7v8ClbI/AAAAAAAABys/sxCc-lbrn-E/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335151402333410738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgpD7v8ClbI/AAAAAAAABys/sxCc-lbrn-E/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgpD7UGG61I/AAAAAAAAByk/qMTMij0g9Zk/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335151394859445074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgpD7UGG61I/AAAAAAAAByk/qMTMij0g9Zk/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgpD7cOsQvI/AAAAAAAAByc/XFRSZxsgCfg/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335151397042930418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgpD7cOsQvI/AAAAAAAAByc/XFRSZxsgCfg/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div>My Mom sent me some beautiful flowers for Mother's Day. As you can see they are gorgeous! If you look closely you will see, nestled amongst the sweet smelling flowers, are three tiny little Bees. </div><div><br /></div><div>The first baby Bee is obviously the crazy one. She is flying all around trying to get away, but is sweet as sugar. </div><div></div><div><br />The second baby Bee is calm, content and happy to just sit and watch the dreamy world around him. </div><div></div><div><br />The third baby Bee is unpredictable.....sneaky I think, but so cute.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div align="center">Beeeeeeee...autiful! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Thank You Mom, XOXO I miss You. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-2328194102283966824?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-49082313905918300512009-05-08T22:40:00.002-04:002009-05-08T23:03:02.531-04:00The Other Side of Jenny<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333649034759105650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgTticlr7HI/AAAAAAAABxc/wNUx_H4lVSo/s400/Picture+073.jpg" /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333649036912091682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgTtikm_4iI/AAAAAAAABxk/BVQ_nnhxXKw/s400/Picture+076.jpg" /><br />No fancy bows or head bands here! No dresses, no Mary Jane's and absolutely ................ no class I'm afraid. </p><p>Now you all have seen, "The Other Side of Jenny, maybe this post should have read something like "Jenny Unplugged!" or "Jenny Live!" </p><p>It has GOT to be that <span style="color:#ff6600;">RED</span> hair. I simply adore her craziness.<br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-4908231390591830051?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-70892540565216807172009-05-07T09:59:00.009-04:002009-05-07T11:26:55.955-04:00More Then Just Neighbours<div align="left">Shortly after we moved into this house 6 years ago, a family moved in down the street with two boys the same age as Kurt and Justin, I will call them L&P. Needless to say, the five boys quickly became the best of friends.<br /><br />When not in school, the five of them, can found together, playing in the nearby creek, catching crawdads, playing football on the sprawling green yards, cuffing each other while playing cops, riding their bikes, or just doing what a cool bunch of guys should be doing.<br /><br />I could go on and on, about L&P and their wonderful parents, but that would take pages and pages. Let me just say they are more then just neighbours, they have become our closest, most trusted and dear friends and THAT is hard to find.<br /><br />L&P are so sweet, so kind, so well mannered. I truly love them, as if they were my own and even call them son 2 and son 3. One day we figure out that if they were my sons (my dream of all dreams come true) they would fit into our family as son 2&3.........they thought this was pretty funny. <br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333081622858353922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgLpeuiizQI/AAAAAAAABxM/nf5iWrDtFyg/s400/Picture+310-2.jpg" /></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br />Is this not the dreamiest sight you have ever seen ........sigh!</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">followed by.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333081624299252994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SgLpez6FLQI/AAAAAAAABxU/CX5lm_-ny-M/s400/Picture+311.jpg" /><br />of course followed by this.................gotta love boys. </p><p>I have said it once and I will say it again, it takes a strong woman to raise a bunch of boys to be strong, respectable, wonderful men! I have gladly, happily and proudly taken on this challenge God has given me.<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-7089254056521680717?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-75033108708660971742009-05-04T22:17:00.005-04:002009-05-05T09:47:56.896-04:00This Has Quinn & Justin ALL Over it!<div align="center">Quinn and Justin were up to no good.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332158875396514114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sf-iPwX0oUI/AAAAAAAABws/kMbfBNBv3ok/s400/Picture+368.jpg" /></div><div align="center">Owen loved it as you can see!</div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332158878259215794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sf-iP7CV_bI/AAAAAAAABwk/79tb_mbeH_Q/s400/Picture+367-1.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Will is his usual laid back self, just watching the "bubbly" world go by. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332158883412833922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sf-iQOPD9oI/AAAAAAAABw0/PQkpX_KXTtY/s400/Picture+369.jpg" /> <div align="center">Jenny, looking up, unimpressed at the mess they have put in her hair.<br /></div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332158882345016338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sf-iQKQeXBI/AAAAAAAABw8/GNh7u05_iPY/s400/Picture+371.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">"Stupid BOYS"<br /></p><br /><br /><p align="left">I have to add a quick little note to add to this post. My heart has broken just a little today. You see the dreaded day has finally come, where I have been asked to share my first born, perfect, amazing, incredibly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">life changing</span>, baby boy with another. All you Mothers out there, with sons know EXACTLY, the pain I am feeling right now. </p><p align="left">So please those of you with boys out there, enjoy every single moment with them. Savor the wonderful <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">snugly</span> moments with them and try to see through the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">difficult</span> not so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">snugly</span> times. Know you beautiful Boy is in there.....trust me he is. </p><p align="left">Make them hold your hand, even when they don't want to, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">because</span> before long, they will want to hold the hand of another and it hurt your soul. </p><p align="left">Look at this face, how do I even begin, to let him go from being wrapped in my arms only? </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332164624045503874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sf-neXwi9YI/AAAAAAAABxE/al0E4zR8MCA/s400/Picture+271.jpg" /> <p align="center">I will live ...... barely, but four more times after this, will surely kill me!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-7503310870866097174?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-74703191800785073942009-05-04T14:48:00.004-04:002009-05-04T15:06:46.211-04:00Hi Daddy..Do you like my Piggies?Hi Daddy, are you having fun fixing people at work?<br /><br />Mommy said you like Pig Tails, so I let her put my hair inPig Tails today, JUST FOR YOU! I am pretty cute..... but, I knew that already!<br /><br />See ya later, I gotta go steal Owen and Will's snack. I finished mine already and it was really YUMMY.<br /><br /><div align="center">I LOVE you.<br /><br />XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO<br /><br />Oh ya, Mommy does too!<br /><br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332043313198130562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sf85JJor5YI/AAAAAAAABwc/QBzGl57m1oQ/s400/Picture+379-1.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332043313460133346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sf85JKnJveI/AAAAAAAABwU/UoiF3VB6QjY/s400/Picture+378-1.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332043307802774962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sf85I1iVTbI/AAAAAAAABwM/7bzdZvbsL4A/s400/Picture+377-1.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332043304377204898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sf85IoxnQKI/AAAAAAAABwE/YMk5de03WM4/s400/Picture+378-1.jpg" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-7470319180078507394?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-5354100293379090982009-05-02T22:42:00.022-04:002009-05-05T16:01:53.729-04:00Almost a STAR, but not quite<div align="left">It was my time to shine gosh darn it.......like a STAR! I was so close and you will never believe what stood in my way. This will, without a doubt, go down in Weight Watcher's history.<br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">A little background info; I joined WW back in February, to lose this pesky weight, that has been following me around, since the triplets were born in November 2007. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">As a nurse, with an ivy league education, you would think I'd have this "weight issue" and "healthy eating" thing completely figured out, but obviously, I must have slept in that day, because I was losing the battle of the bulge, big time....no pun intended.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">So anyway, I joined WW and found an great bunch supportive, kind people with a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rockin</span>' Leader...Hey Tracy! I could write an entire Post about Tracy. She is why we all come back week after week. She alone is the reason we all succeed. I hope and pray She knows this. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Anyway, I ran into my meeting last Tuesday, running late and I walked up to the dreaded scale. Tracy was standing beside it, smiling, chatting, asking about the kids. I immediately proceeded to go through my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-weigh in routine; </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">1. Use the restroom before you leave your house or weigh in. </div><div align="left"><strong>VERY IMPORTANT!</strong></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">2. Drop the purse on the floor.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">3. Take off the shoes.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">4. Take off any jacket and sweater(it was warm, so I was wearing only a t-shirt).</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">5. Drop down to underwear & bra</div><div align="left"><strong>HA HA Don't act like you haven't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">thouht</span> </strong><strong>of doing</strong><strong> this, we ALL</strong><strong> have</strong>!</div><div align="left"><br />The good news, I lost 1.6 lbs, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">yay</span> me! The sad news, well the sad news to me, I was 0.6 lbs away from meeting my 10% weight loss GOAL <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">grrrrrrrrrr</span>!!!!. Tracy tried to cheer me up, bless her heart, a futile battle. Logically, I knew she was right, but I had my heart set on meeting my 10% goal that week. I wanted so badly to be the "The Star" of the WW meeting. I know, sad what my week revolves around.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">After the meeting, when I got home, I felt better of course and carried on with my nightly routine of caring for the six kids with my hubby. As we were getting the triplets ready for bed, it got a little warm in the house, so I ran upstairs to change into a tank top. As I'm changing, to my surprise, out from my bra, pops a; </div><div align="center"><br /></div><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331488048708787010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sf1AIgOHG0I/AAAAAAAABv0/JzPU614GmPU/s320/Picture+343.jpg" />Yes, you are seeing this clearly this is a: <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">sucky</span>, goo, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">paci</span>, pacifier, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">binky</span> whatever you want to call it. I had it stuffed between my breasts, since the triplets went down for their nap at 1:30pm and it was now 7:00pm<br /></p><div align="center"><strong>H-Y-S-T-E-R-I-C-A-L</strong><br /><br /></div>I was laughing so hard, I just about wet my pants.<br /><br />I ran downstairs and told Andrei and of course he, did not think it was quite as funny as I did, but all you Moms out there, will know EXACTLY where I am coming from. Maybe you just have to have breasts to fully understand the comedic value of this situation. OK I'm getting off track a bit here.<br /><br />Why is there a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">sucky</span> in my bra you ask? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hmmmm</span>, that sounds like an obscene question, when in reality, it is not. Actually it all comes down being an efficient Mom.<br /><br />When you put three, 25 lbs babies down to bed twice a day, believe me, you want to make as few trips up and down the stairs as possible. Unfortunately, I only have two arms, so my bra often doubles as a pocket, so I frequently stuff extra <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">suckies</span> in my bra, for Jenny or Owen to avoid extra trips for lost <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">suckies</span> or misplace <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">suckies</span>.<br /><br />When I brought the triplets upstairs for their nap, on the off chance that there was not a soother in their crib, thus causing an extra trip up and down the stairs, (catch my drift?) I stuffed one in my bra, but alas it was not needed and I forgot all about it by the time I got back downstairs and carried on with the afternoon's gazillion chores.<br /><br />Thankfully, this horribly rude soother, made it's appearance while I was getting changed and not at another.......<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">uhmmmm</span> shall I say a romantic time.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331488048434572962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sf1AIfMu7qI/AAAAAAAABvs/t4NyYgeidi0/s320/Picture+331.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">notice which <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">suckie</span> it was.......</div><br />Then I got to thinking, I was running late to WW, so I did not have time to make the all <strong>important</strong> run to the restroom before I left the house <strong>JACKPOT!</strong><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331468366194672722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Sf0uO1JEBFI/AAAAAAAABvk/qinDk7CEuiA/s400/650531421333md.jpg" />Now come on ladies am I right or am I right? </p><div align="center">A trip to the Loo and an Evil <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sucky</span> surely MUST weight 0.6 lbs?<br /></div><div align="center">I was almost "The STAR" but not quite.</div><br /><div align="center">.......to be continued Tuesday, May 5Th. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-535410029337909098?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-50761050205968588432009-04-24T16:08:00.007-04:002009-04-24T16:51:55.860-04:00Who is this Maniac in Love?I am absolutely, completely, entirely, in LOVE with..................<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328353009532612978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfIc1NMTMXI/AAAAAAAABu0/04kxZRd3V5Q/s320/700_right-500.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328353007326907458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfIc1E-azEI/AAAAAAAABuk/lqXDDI5AFIE/s320/700-500.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328353008425096338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfIc1JEP1JI/AAAAAAAABus/5w5U17mwguc/s320/700_left-500.jpg" /><br />This Mother's Ring!<br /><br />I know I know, what kind of superficial jewelery stalking, over spending, maniac am I turning into? I pride myself on being a very frugal woman. I buy everything on sale, I follow a strict budget, and rarely and I mean rarely, buy, brand name items.<br /><br />I gotta tell ya, if that little man named Ralph, riding that little tiny horse named Lauren, tried to ride into my house, I'd kick them right on out of here. But look at me now, drooling over this ring. The six birthstones look so beautiful nestled in the six golden hearts. It's like it was made especially for me..........sigh.<br /><br />I don't want to pull out my, <span style="color:#333399;">"Well after six kids, including a set of triplets, so I deserve it"</span> card, but in this case, I might just have to sink to that level.<br /><br />So what do you ladies think?<br /><br />P.S. Thank You to My Friend Jolene<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-5076105020596858843?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-2981607664677114542009-04-23T15:04:00.009-04:002009-04-23T16:26:05.144-04:00I Vowed I NEVER Would!Long before I ever had a daughter, I vowed to myself, that if God ever blessed me with a daughter of my own, I would NEVER, and I mean NEVER, put one of those HORRIBLE, head bands on her with the giant ugly bows.<br /><br />Well today I found myself at my favorite store,<span style="color:#ffcc33;"> Oopsie Daisies</span>, with the Jenny, Will & Owen in tow , for the sole purpose of buying the most adorable HEAD BANDS I could find and not just one, I might add.<br /><br />I hope Andrei doesn't read this blog entry today, because I have been a spending fool lately and when I go to <span style="color:#ffcc33;">Oopsie Daisies</span> I lose ALL control.............today was no exception.<br /><br />Can you blame me look at <span style="color:#ffcccc;">Little Miss Pretty in Pink</span><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327972734008528434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfDC-QeLjjI/AAAAAAAABt0/kQ78DZd70Xs/s400/Picture+132.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327972742319107346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfDC-vbk7RI/AAAAAAAABt8/uDQVySiwu10/s400/Picture+134.jpg" />Look at that smile. She sure knows how to work the camera the camera. That's my Girl!<br /><br />OK, now <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Perfect in Purple</span>......maybe not quite so Perfect. I'm marking this one up to the fact that I am interrupting lunch time, ya that's it!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327972738547334162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfDC-hYUPBI/AAAAAAAABuE/lxGu_NCDeD0/s400/Picture+142-1.jpg" /> </p><p>Smiling in <span style="color:#ffcc33;">Sunshine Yellow</span>......ya, I know not even close. Maybe I should have stuck to my initial promise years ago to stay far away from these brain bruisers.......no, they are so darn cute. Come on Jenny, sometimes with beauty comes a little, uhmmmm discomfort!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327972744779201138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfDC-4mG-nI/AAAAAAAABuM/-3WpUbw6llg/s400/Picture+144.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327972746583636146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfDC-_UUeLI/AAAAAAAABuU/8nWrEGvYsjA/s400/Picture+146.jpg" />So who do you think is going to win this battle?<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327973184139458850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfDDYdVweSI/AAAAAAAABuc/XbMsxPQwT9I/s400/Picture+148.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-298160766467711454?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-83233100240322144122009-04-23T09:51:00.004-04:002009-04-23T10:21:56.362-04:00Happy Birthday...T-BoneWe had quite the Birthday celebration for one of the boys on the 21 rst. I feel horrible for posting this a few days late.....terrible Mommy alert over here!!!!!! Mr. T-Bone turned 3, or should I say 21....tee hee.<br /><br />It was a wonderful night for all of us, although I am quite sure, the "Birthday Boy"........never even knew what was going on! But the important thing is, that the Bigger Boys will remember T-Bone's, silly Birthday celebration as a happy, crazy, fantastic time.<br /><br />When I am long gone, my hope is that they will remember these silly days fondly. I hope they will tell the stories, to their kids and grand kids, of how Grandma used to give the Dogs a Birthday Party, complete with party hats and cake.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327884928552204226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfBzHTqC98I/AAAAAAAABtc/5QWWjMUduOs/s400/Picture+127.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327884931541634002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfBzHeyyC9I/AAAAAAAABtk/tB8aQu613Q8/s400/Picture+128.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327884924168727778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfBzHDU8bOI/AAAAAAAABtU/H6cAMYoIIkg/s400/Picture+120.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327884922549699778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfBzG9S8BMI/AAAAAAAABtM/qcRRtIhVP8U/s400/Picture+119.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327884915833381858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfBzGkRpI-I/AAAAAAAABtE/kXTf5tecDnw/s400/Picture+118.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327885061053390786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SfBzPBQyn8I/AAAAAAAABts/zYnYlXgo23o/s400/Picture+129.jpg" /><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-8323310024032214412?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-394285625743071712009-04-21T16:20:00.009-04:002009-04-21T20:47:37.885-04:00Saying Goodbye to "Mr. Hoppy"I was sitting in the family room on Sunday, relaxing on the sofa, when suddenly something caught my attention. I walked up to the window, opened it up and looked out. I saw Pork Chop pouncing on what looked like a large mushroom. Yes, I realize he is not the brightest dog.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327242564436528130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Se4q4y2UjAI/AAAAAAAABss/8N9H67Y4IPE/s400/Picture+068.jpg" /><br />I quickly pushed him away from the large fungus, as I did not want to spend the day at the Vet, nor did I want to spend a small fortune, the result of him ingesting a poisonous mushroom.<br /><br />Anyway I looked a little closer and realized, it was not a mushroom.........it was a TOAD....a HUGE DEAD TOAD and Pork Chop wanted to eat it for lunch......GAG! I quickly yelled for Kurt, I know sad right, but Kurt was definitely the man for this kind of job.<br /><br />Kurt came running onto the crime scene and snatched up the toad before Pork Chop could gulp him down. As Kurt picked him up, we were amazed to see, Mr Hoppy was alive........HALLELUJAH! He was just "playing dead", as a defense mechanism.<br /><br />Kurt brought him into the garage and lovingly placed him in a large container. Kurt looked at Mr Hoppy with his big hazel eyes......it was love at first sight! I knew, I was in trouble.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327242562676957522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Se4q4sSzoVI/AAAAAAAABsM/fzWmKR9g5hY/s400/Picture+062.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327242559739067618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Se4q4hWW_OI/AAAAAAAABsU/T1fw0lco9X4/s400/Picture+064.jpg" /><br />I sat in the garage trying despraty to convince Kurt, that setting Mr Hoppy free, was the right thing to do. As you can imagine, that did not go over well. He loved Mr Hoppy. While we talked, there were two very sneaky, very hungry faces, just waiting for Mr Hoppy to hop their way.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327242564093023250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Se4q4xkbFBI/AAAAAAAABsk/X3Cng732DCM/s400/Picture+067.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327242567060140034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Se4q48n1sAI/AAAAAAAABsc/_Fa_pMm82JE/s400/Picture+066.jpg" /><br />After much convincing and a few tears, Kurt finally decided, with a heavy heart, to take Mr Hoppy, down to the creek and set him free.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327242771844561874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Se4rE3gP-9I/AAAAAAAABs0/ZCzBZLtffa0/s400/Picture+069.jpg" /><br />I was so proud that Kurt had made such a difficult decision. I know it was very hard for him...........well I was under the impression he had made the decision to set Mr. Hoppy free.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327242777362760482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Se4rFMD5AyI/AAAAAAAABs8/_vDUUFBMnyo/s400/Picture+071.jpg" /><br />Apparently, Mr. Hoppy loved Kurt so much, he did not want to leave, so Kurt brought him back home. Again, I had a nice long talk with him and gave him SPECIFIC instructions to SHAKE the container when setting Mr. Hoppy free.<br /><br />I am happy to say, Mr. Hoppy, is now living a wonderful life, with all the other toads, in the creek down the road and Kurt has grown up, just a little more.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-39428562574307171?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-39054079483269323822009-04-17T14:50:00.008-04:002009-04-17T17:20:45.511-04:00Great Meal Tips for ToddlersSo if all you Moms out there are anything like me, meal time and snack time is a major hassle, when you are dealing with one, two or like me three toddlers. You just want to find something fast, convenient, relatively nutritious, and of course something all three will all eat, because Momma is NOT a short order cook!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Well, Andrei and I have found that one miracle food. It can be prepared quickly, it is extremely convenient and easy on the wallet, which of course is a major bonus. As far as being nutritious, the jury is still out on that one. This item is sold in the grocery store, so my vote is YES, it must contain some quantity of nutritive value....is that even a word?<br /><br />I think most of you Moms have guessed it by now ..............HOT DOGS!<br /><br />Jenny, Owen, & Will LOVE Hot Dogs!<br /><br />Please no one ask me how many times they eat them a week and NO I have not read the label. But in my defense, the they do say BEEF in nice BOLD letters, on the front of the package, that has to count for something!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735822605614418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SejQg4H6_VI/AAAAAAAABr8/P2XBwZikTEQ/s400/Picture+034.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735341426572594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SejQE3l5fTI/AAAAAAAABr0/YZ376l7GUHU/s400/Picture+033.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735341190147202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SejQE2th7II/AAAAAAAABrs/lX0L3ecQZAI/s400/Picture+031.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735335666608194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SejQEiInaEI/AAAAAAAABrk/Mvx0OcYdrUI/s400/Picture+030.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735336332928706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SejQEknepsI/AAAAAAAABrc/JMwKDO13JaA/s400/Picture+027.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735332164072082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SejQEVFi8pI/AAAAAAAABrU/xdTc9xGr_XE/s400/Picture+026.jpg" /><br />I know all you Moms who plan ahead and who try to eat nothing but organic foods, are completely disgusted and most likely running to your bathrooms ready to upchuck just a little of your lunch, for that I apologise. But a Momma has got to do, what a Momma has got to do!<br /><br />However I must admit, the hot dogs are a VAST improvement, from the big bowl of dog kibble, the three of them happily ate, a few weeks ago......NO JOKE! I will say, their hair never looked so shinny!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325737006503117922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SejRlyfFRGI/AAAAAAAABsE/yjJen9ZpZWk/s400/Picture+039.jpg" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-3905407948326932382?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-30916894602258277792009-04-06T14:32:00.009-04:002009-04-06T15:57:43.817-04:00I'm Back/My New Living RoomObviously, most of you have noticed, that I have been grossly neglecting my blog lately, for that I deeply apologize. Between battling through a constant month of sick FUSSY babies and a spring break from HE double hockey sicks....I am ready to be committed. <div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>CALGON TAKE ME AWAY!!!!! </div><br /><div>But now I realize it is time to stop feeling sorry for myself. I need to pick myself up, get out of these PJ's', I have been wearing for days (bowing my head in shame) take a shower and fix my hair and make-up, with the strength of a real Southern Woman(even though I can only dream of being areal Southern Woman).<br /><br />I decided to reclaim my living room from the babies a few weeks ago. I felt I had no grown-up space of my own anymore. Every square inch of my house, had been invaded by little people. Yes, even MY bathroom, but let's not go there right now.<br /><br />Now normally, I am a VERY frugal woman, with 6 kids, you simply have to be. Unfortunately, I fell in love with a gorgeous living room arrangement by Ethan Allen and of course it had to be their most expensive line. A complete living room ensemble......wall hangings, vases, sofa, love seat, chair.....EVERYTHING. I know you all are surprised.<br /></div><div></div><div><br />Well, after begging and pleading, along with the addition of some tears, at the perfectly timed moment, Andrei reluctantly agreed to my pricey request.<br /></div><div></div><div><br />I'm sure you are all dying too see the pics......I hope you all are not disappointed.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321653026173627682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SdpPO2L2LSI/AAAAAAAABrM/7hibaPe4AUE/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321651634037772306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SdpN90Ey0BI/AAAAAAAABqk/_wELgAgq8w8/s400/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321651643474362402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SdpN-XOpwCI/AAAAAAAABqs/y-3Z7CCxbtU/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321651649295374242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SdpN-s6fV6I/AAAAAAAABq0/O29rzqzwdsM/s400/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321651650832122242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SdpN-yo4QYI/AAAAAAAABq8/fsjRgj0WcYg/s400/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>Come on now, you didn't think I was serious. I LOVE my toy filled house and all the little people that fill it! </div><div></div><div><br />I often sit in my living room and laugh, as I think of my fancy shmancy neighbours, in our fancy schmacy neighbourhood and wonder what they would say, if they walked up to my front door and saw this<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321651651118512482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/SdpN-ztKOWI/AAAAAAAABrE/Rjzsaueb3AE/s400/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div><br />when I opened my front door.</div><div></div><div><br />I could be a valuable asset to Ethan Allen's design team...What do you guys think?</div><div></div><div></div><div><br />On another note, the play structure will be moved outside, once the weather is nicer in a month or so....... we may be the crazy family of the neighbourhood, but we are not that CRAZY tee hee.</div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-3091689460225827779?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-56262279608951568672009-03-26T14:56:00.008-04:002009-03-26T16:49:15.754-04:00Prayers for A Dear Friends Triplets<p align="center">I am asking all the prayer warriors out there to pray for a special friend of mine and her newborn triplet girls. She prefers to remain nameless as well as her new little girls, but let me assure you she has the heart of Gold. I'm sure her new little ones, although tiny and premature are fighters like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">their</span> Mother.</p><p align="center">Please Pray for Them</p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.christian-myspace-layouts.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.christian-myspace-layouts.com/graphics/107-MQdIjWg.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.christian-myspace-layouts.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Christian MySpace Graphics</span></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-5626227960895156867?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450112571248103331.post-88298911056996835592009-03-26T13:32:00.005-04:002009-03-26T13:58:14.936-04:00Feeling Left Out!I guess poor little Pork Chop was feeling left out...........AGAIN! So he took matters into his own hands/paws............AGAIN!<br /><br />He stole one of the babies sippie cups. I would have been totally impressed, if he was actually able to suck from the straw! I would have happily given it to him. but alas...NO LUCK!<br /><br />He is but an adorable goofy, dumb, but beautiful, Black Labrador, just the way he should be IMHO!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317552593462859666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4J1ORo_FsCA/Scu96P_Pl5I/AAAAAAAABqc/0jOQgBclORY/s400/DSC_0332.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Look at that sweet face!<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450112571248103331-8829891105699683559?l=our6blessings.blogspot.com'/></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00957505948355259334noreply@blogger.com1