tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43350566461592932352024-02-19T23:43:02.209-06:00Laughing, Loving, Living.... and Dreaming BiggerKrishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-5032459521346125392009-09-01T20:14:00.003-05:002009-09-01T20:23:40.416-05:00Some recent pics.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>These are in the opposite order than I wanted. But I don't have the patience to rearrange them. So here we go, from most recent to the beginning of summer, basically, but not totally in order.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQIb2M3xOhtfvf8t7bBin7657bNBhVmP-2D3xQF1QHOLXXAAQlCz-9E9_Qo-DjYwHTe3wngUl9QQ2wHDn-9o5pYqRhH12gPZYa9b767oZrkM6Ii809xxffz0vYqVBGUEjySETgwhwXMm0/s1600-h/IMG_6114.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQIb2M3xOhtfvf8t7bBin7657bNBhVmP-2D3xQF1QHOLXXAAQlCz-9E9_Qo-DjYwHTe3wngUl9QQ2wHDn-9o5pYqRhH12gPZYa9b767oZrkM6Ii809xxffz0vYqVBGUEjySETgwhwXMm0/s320/IMG_6114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376673059876691186" /></a>Sun kissed kids, loving their dog.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqZDOsfuLlA7K6A7L7R4BgLEClZBcLFvF_nA4vYVZmuHbXeBPqWp_WrPEDG-4NCEQfr-_vHDUWlAsB2lICnzfDfqIWrJpd7VY2A9fF5W_9ymefqe7Gm_UjwohaQIBlGetOqeJeFzJmhE/s1600-h/IMG_5994.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqZDOsfuLlA7K6A7L7R4BgLEClZBcLFvF_nA4vYVZmuHbXeBPqWp_WrPEDG-4NCEQfr-_vHDUWlAsB2lICnzfDfqIWrJpd7VY2A9fF5W_9ymefqe7Gm_UjwohaQIBlGetOqeJeFzJmhE/s320/IMG_5994.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376673046586402930" /></a>Learning to play games on the computer.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-i6ocgM_FYZwY4MWLDazHP6fBmA3EWImKVkJmmp64XERIIuCBqGX3G-Kdl0QWq-PSCS_05PqBkkb9MmY02GDdB1S2JZZfXJwxB53zReDQKvyKkVQ_H2NMiLL6MxPlPTZ44yHlkAg-c1o/s1600-h/IMG_5806.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-i6ocgM_FYZwY4MWLDazHP6fBmA3EWImKVkJmmp64XERIIuCBqGX3G-Kdl0QWq-PSCS_05PqBkkb9MmY02GDdB1S2JZZfXJwxB53zReDQKvyKkVQ_H2NMiLL6MxPlPTZ44yHlkAg-c1o/s320/IMG_5806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376673036946506658" /></a>Laying on the beach in Duluth.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4JwBArFQmdr1RE94jE2MUSuIcTosz3ioTslGw15QgZpIYAT_b4ME-jBooWRHhuZCoNKuCo29ACW1obUBKj4LTIy0uWKpt7mZWvKXy5rsao5EZTsc9VYzsjL38tCDhTnKoMHN15vN2kg/s1600-h/IMG_5661.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4JwBArFQmdr1RE94jE2MUSuIcTosz3ioTslGw15QgZpIYAT_b4ME-jBooWRHhuZCoNKuCo29ACW1obUBKj4LTIy0uWKpt7mZWvKXy5rsao5EZTsc9VYzsjL38tCDhTnKoMHN15vN2kg/s320/IMG_5661.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376673030692862434" /></a>Loving new Legos.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BwWpRyttnsvZsp4vuEOHeHum1po7SXRjFt43BtTPKbEQXKSmNB4f2t0nPqKMst9CGvVil1mK9JHgfE8XK3RQnq8ZzjMMcFx7e0TEbCj1bc-e16sBdETKG6tWIDnVnxkwwzPV3zBuiWs/s1600-h/IMG_5220.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BwWpRyttnsvZsp4vuEOHeHum1po7SXRjFt43BtTPKbEQXKSmNB4f2t0nPqKMst9CGvVil1mK9JHgfE8XK3RQnq8ZzjMMcFx7e0TEbCj1bc-e16sBdETKG6tWIDnVnxkwwzPV3zBuiWs/s320/IMG_5220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672605572646242" /></a>Pretty pink hair!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFR1AuPfWxmOSuRvD_PfBiFDVUQS6tWKI8s95F7wUwGHBQHVw-30cx3Obk5Fj1HgRi6cHCct5Zb_rD-mvrl0jPnrPySbYRMO46cYRfIRIwCFKdgMR1p90X-H2vCADgxsH4gfVD0l7mFV8/s1600-h/IMG_5227.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFR1AuPfWxmOSuRvD_PfBiFDVUQS6tWKI8s95F7wUwGHBQHVw-30cx3Obk5Fj1HgRi6cHCct5Zb_rD-mvrl0jPnrPySbYRMO46cYRfIRIwCFKdgMR1p90X-H2vCADgxsH4gfVD0l7mFV8/s320/IMG_5227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672597275985826" /></a>My handsome guys.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEat0MCc8wC_f5R2K_QadG3wfnjkEA7g1-Q5wLXFii1lQS-xfAsTVhguZFdNK6fzlYNr6erx6V7MrN_tevzbIzQgDnSm9M0M28DbbJyOM7sEBf_tR-ko2QAxu-uG3elYvWvS__KS59IE/s1600-h/IMG_5629.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEat0MCc8wC_f5R2K_QadG3wfnjkEA7g1-Q5wLXFii1lQS-xfAsTVhguZFdNK6fzlYNr6erx6V7MrN_tevzbIzQgDnSm9M0M28DbbJyOM7sEBf_tR-ko2QAxu-uG3elYvWvS__KS59IE/s320/IMG_5629.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672589940526706" /></a><br /></div><div>Fishing with Grandad at Lily Lake on a windy cold day.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi98aWrR6Iw36DbfaUx1UBsvGHCuTmjdowST1CdI2iGaLpC_JixiqA7IJXOIMjQvkQUp-oSqMtlUrcGafOtUGiNRP9Ck2HghXZBsfeCAIJMrs6vuIQF8LF8m6kfds35I85S5WmYqT5bsCQ/s1600-h/IMG_5471.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi98aWrR6Iw36DbfaUx1UBsvGHCuTmjdowST1CdI2iGaLpC_JixiqA7IJXOIMjQvkQUp-oSqMtlUrcGafOtUGiNRP9Ck2HghXZBsfeCAIJMrs6vuIQF8LF8m6kfds35I85S5WmYqT5bsCQ/s320/IMG_5471.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672578760974834" /></a>Lake Superior with Grandma Nan.</div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-36600723334611381262009-07-02T23:48:00.004-05:002009-07-05T17:26:29.424-05:00It's July... Whoa.<div>In March the kids and I made a trip to the pet store in hopes of getting some cute <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fishies</span></span> for our fish tank. We came home with Ziggy, an adorably sweet brownish black and white rat! We didn't even call Daddy to get the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span></span>. With all the sadness going on at the time, nearly losing my friend who had a great loss, I needed to splurge and do something a little crazy and a cute cuddly thing seemed just right. It's something we'd talked about before, since I had rats growing up and loved them. I was the one who wanted to hold out till the kids were older. I remember cleaning cages and it was NOT fun! I'm happy to say that it's much easier at 30 than it was at 10. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LOL</span></span>. Ziggy is a year old and was already named. Someone returned him and he had to be treated for a terrible case of mites. He had scabs all over. But, true to form, we can't resist a reject pet. All of our creatures were wonky in one way or another when we adopted them. And we love them.</div><div><br /></div>In April when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gramma</span></span> P was here we went to see Monsters VS Aliens in the theatre. It was our first big screen movie all together as a family. Last night we saw Ice Age 3 in 3D with Grandma Nan. It was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">freakin</span></span>' cool! I want to see it again. <div><br /></div><div>In May, I read the Twilight series and really enjoyed them. I've never read 4 books in a month before! I know other people do it all the time, but I just don't read fast enough, and don't seem to find enough books that I'm THAT interested in to read that much. But these were fantastic and fun. I'm even reading the first book again because I just wasn't ready to move on and I've never read a book twice before either! </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Aubs</span></span> is 3. Holy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">moly</span></span>. She's turning into such a big - little girl. I can't explain or pinpoint it, but a lot has changed in the last few months. She's just, older. She and Ty have been playing together so nicely as she's getting older. It makes me so happy! Her imagination is great and she uses a high pitched voice to play with her princesses and kitties. She sings and hums in the car or while playing alone. I adore it. I'm definitely feeling a kindred sister spirit with her. Having a girl is very different when you're a girl. Aubree got her ears pierced about 2 weeks ago. It's so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">frickin</span></span>' cute! She was such a trooper, she didn't shed a single tear. She has gorgeous pink jeweled flower earrings. SO much cooler than when I got it done! She lets me clean them several times a day and never complains, except when I drip the cleaning solution on her. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ty and Aubree are taking Summer Spanish at Valley Preschool and are both super excited to do it and to get to go together. Aubree's had no issues with being at the school and I think this is a great <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">introduction</span></span> for Preschool in the fall w/out Ty. The teacher says Ty is the most wonderful helper ever. She just can't get enough of him! I'm so proud of him and the boy he is becoming. During the school year I had several of the preschool girls moms tell me that Ty is one of the, or THE nicest boy at school. Ah, my heart could just bust right open! And here I am sitting at home worried about how bossy he is. I guess as long as he's wonderful out in the world he can let all the crazies out at home and I can be happy. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">LOL</span></span> I'm so excited for him to start <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Kindergarten</span></span> because I know how much he's going to love it and, of course, I'm sad too. This is a huge change in our world and I don't know how it will effect the time I get to spend with him. That's a worry for another day..</div><div><br /></div><div>Ty has lost TWO teeth! In less than 2 weeks time! Holy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">moly</span></span>, again. I've got some big kids here. Yesterday we drove by Washington park, the park we go to most often, and I realized that someday I will not have little park aged kids. I think my heart skipped a beat. I can not imagine life past parks. Must move on now or I'll give myself an anxiety attack! ... Ty had loose teeth for a month or more and at first he was totally NOT into wiggling them. For some reason I was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">seriously</span> excited about the wiggly teeth. Maybe because it's the first thing that he and I could 'share'. As in, I remember wiggling and losing teeth and so will he. Finally after much prompting, he was wiggling teeth while riding in the car and watching <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">tv</span></span>. The first one came out at the grocery store with Dad. I was so excited for him! I think Ty bonked his mouth on the shopping cart and that helped the little sucker out. Then a week and a half or so later when the other tooth was seriously loose I took a look at it and saw that there was a big gaping hole under it - it was SO ready to be out! So I told Ty if he could get it out that day I'd give him a Sunkist soda... : ) He informed me that he'd rather have a Diet Coke w/ Lime like I drink... the kind we don't let him have because of caffeine! I told him if he yanked it out before Aubree woke up from her nap (so she didn't harass me for a soda too) then he could have one. 5 to 10 minutes later that puppy was out! Again, Mom was overjoyed and overexcited, screeching and squealing they way I do. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">LOL</span></span> And he thoroughly enjoyed gulping down that soda. Since I am 'the tooth fairy' I know exactly what 'she' gave Ty. 5 quarters for the first tooth and 4 for the second. He grabbed his goods and put them in his piggy bank with out ever mentioning it to anyone. When I asked him what he got he informed me that the tooth fairy gave him 4 silver dollars - both times! The second time I even showed him a quarter and asked if it was 'like this?' - nope, it was a silver dollar, which I'm pretty sure he's never seen. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">LMAO</span></span>, I love it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-14889345948321876402009-06-21T18:23:00.002-05:002009-06-21T18:43:10.686-05:00Spring fever.Let's just say, the lack of blogging has to do with spring fever and lots of time spent playing outside. And, sometimes blogging gets hard. Some how regurgitating a bunch of emotional things, good and bad, is hard to do at times. At other time I really like it.<div><br /></div><div>In March, one of my closest girlfriends here in MN lost her baby girl. She was nearly half way through the pregnancy. There were complications during the ordeal and they ended up having to take her uterus due to the amount of blood she was losing. And that's putting it nicely. She went through 3 entire people's worth of blood. She nearly didn't make it. Needless to say, this was hard on everyone. It's 3 months later and I still get teary eyed about it. Ty and Aubree both knew our friend was supposed to have a baby and we talked about how her belly was growing. So now they know that the baby came too soon and didn't make it. It comes up a lot. Part of me likes that they know that life isn't peaches and cream all the time, even if they don't get the depth of the pain. That's life. I'm sure my little summary doesn't let on how awful this all was, but I'm really not up for writing a novel about it, which I could, it was very bad. Very sad. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have lots to catch up on, but I just can't start writing about it after what I just wrote. So I'm going to have a moment of silence in memory and honor of the sweet baby girl who we're all sad we didn't get to know.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-50013208439271654512009-06-04T10:16:00.001-05:002009-06-04T16:06:41.991-05:00This morning and just now.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Aubree:</span> Where we going to?<div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me</span>: Nowhere</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Aubree:</span> Yeees-where!</div><div><br /></div><div>----------------------------------------------------</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Ty:</span> Mom, I love you. I love you more than any other kid has ever loved their mom. I love you even more than you love me. I love you more than..... </div><div><br /></div><div>on and on and on he went. He does this a lot. : )</div></div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-17524619311355669512009-05-02T16:17:00.006-05:002009-05-02T16:50:02.718-05:00Mish Mash<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVr3LW_56sVHno-2C1fQ-XbiT7p4oa5J3te1-o2Xck7z-NDYgd2c29u7Mv8YKAd9xfb-aUnzPJ1ecQg8TOSIQ_8OgU4hs65dST2PooVs9Yoke60eK6mQdWMoIygyiytO3Qo7-WBq2u0-g/s1600-h/IMG_4466.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVr3LW_56sVHno-2C1fQ-XbiT7p4oa5J3te1-o2Xck7z-NDYgd2c29u7Mv8YKAd9xfb-aUnzPJ1ecQg8TOSIQ_8OgU4hs65dST2PooVs9Yoke60eK6mQdWMoIygyiytO3Qo7-WBq2u0-g/s320/IMG_4466.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331346748778895794" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Aubree</span> puts her own shoes on, and she sings in the car. Ty has loose teeth! For about a month now, but he's not too into wiggling them. Ty will be starting T-ball this month. He went to baseball practice with Dad today and can't wait for his turn to play. He's been pretty emotional lately and nearly cried when he found out it wasn't time for him to play yet. Both kids have been taking gymnastics and are having a good time. This is Aubree's 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nd</span> session and the class is much smaller - like, her and one other girl. She is way more open to trying new things in this environment. On that note, she is finally singing/doing the Hello song at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ECFE</span>!!! She's starting to come out of her shell. : ) Both of the kids will be doing summer Spanish at Valley Preschool and can not wait for it to start. Aubree's been talking about her birthday in May since Ty's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bday</span> in Jan. and that she's going to have a purple cake. I think it's about time to figure out how to make a purple cake!! While the boys were at baseball practice today <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Aubs</span> and I went <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">CRAFTSTRAVAGANZA</span>. It was so much nicer than last year. Last year was so cold and dreary and, well, frozen! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ick</span>.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Vcx_Zw9zBtQ076hhg7gus4Rh-HzA5sWWTzcCw1VgZwP9Z8vT9eN3GM8lQKAeb2UKDtVok_3SfQuk8tr4xcW_76Sf3aq2PTFv4a8GFbrKzO0BsEBiUt_5wFdAC3E7igpsXVp7MTLZj44/s320/IMG_4738.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331345979611510322" /><div><br /></div><div>The kids had their first 'sleep over' in Aubree's room while <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Gramma</span> P was in town on her Spring Break a few weeks ago. I figured it was a good time to try it while I had back up in case the next day was miserable because of over-tired kids! It's not like they've asked a lot before, but the subject had come up of sleeping over at Leah and Owens house a while back. We said yes, someday. But it hasn't happened yet. I was really impressed, they did very well. They fell asleep much faster than I had expected. I think being tuckered out from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Gramma's</span> visit was key. Last night they gave it another shot, this time in Ty's room. They were a bit louder and took longer to go to bed, more like I expected. Still over all, they did pretty good again. But today, we have some tired kids!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div> </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKNFclM5FMTgi7nbiSn4qP7P85MV5_i6FZGvNiTgP9eeWl-c3sAHV12G80JMCeFAW5b0hwwsrPk0QHFavxxGjbud0OAtzMWiAorFPZgeQF5YVuLMSSXDAs5FbpA3Nj8gph-2euDqtUOz4/s320/IMG_4745.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331345579760891090" /></div></div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-22680348239713686322009-03-29T22:52:00.003-05:002009-03-29T23:02:32.704-05:00Hats for Ty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbU-NZhyGrF5Ih_Ou8Vy-lZ6FOKFbRTV99oR82ggcO3SC9T09hxS_xC3Zh11wYz13wnj6GCKw26mP10OCsNfcau6rTJ1nOrEEBZ3pBICZSoqqMYPvCRhHtQgF9bGHedt2IN0EETi5STs/s1600-h/IMG_4304.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbU-NZhyGrF5Ih_Ou8Vy-lZ6FOKFbRTV99oR82ggcO3SC9T09hxS_xC3Zh11wYz13wnj6GCKw26mP10OCsNfcau6rTJ1nOrEEBZ3pBICZSoqqMYPvCRhHtQgF9bGHedt2IN0EETi5STs/s320/IMG_4304.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318824839266742722" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, I admit, that's not a hat, but it's Ty's and it's cute, so there it is!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJ6Kt2ijfKC6DTqTun1TVTlDvfxBkDvNO8e1S0CkW6lAJxjkVE407LFPk7NIH6cqHD4zk4EFwJrfCYEZFens0072cc_RZXsU1hpsnKaB4SJXoSh0jCKdB0KmQRFP62TVKuSz4BKtN6VQ/s1600-h/IMG_4569.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJ6Kt2ijfKC6DTqTun1TVTlDvfxBkDvNO8e1S0CkW6lAJxjkVE407LFPk7NIH6cqHD4zk4EFwJrfCYEZFens0072cc_RZXsU1hpsnKaB4SJXoSh0jCKdB0KmQRFP62TVKuSz4BKtN6VQ/s320/IMG_4569.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318824835399819810" /></a>Look at him in all his Mommy-made-it goodness. I am trying to soak this up while it lasts. I'm sure before I know it he'll be telling me how lame I am and not wanting anything that his <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">mom</span> made. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ptQ0UUCtCkgl8H9azNzGfMWJ5w_PaIuXD3Lvmv0POdN5KYUrMuJP-opMFJHmiUtRZINbkWjeczCOYyNvWsBRpljMzLA7beGk7LpoKetDwPkMd9T4rNxSfGJyDkT5thTrZ6KI1YVlMQA/s1600-h/IMG_4550.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ptQ0UUCtCkgl8H9azNzGfMWJ5w_PaIuXD3Lvmv0POdN5KYUrMuJP-opMFJHmiUtRZINbkWjeczCOYyNvWsBRpljMzLA7beGk7LpoKetDwPkMd9T4rNxSfGJyDkT5thTrZ6KI1YVlMQA/s320/IMG_4550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318824827152953378" /></a>I super love this hat. And I super love that he loves it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cuz</span> it's so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">stinkin</span>' cute I would have been super sad if he didn't like it. But he requested it after I made a similar one for a friends toddler. He calls it his alien hat. Awesome</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3-Z9DRKWzUa_9Z5vEybFYgvPkrEhBva7NRrK-V4v7U_Nv5o7CQyrEFEEmLk1fTFzsBs8OD_rLxKLtgxihG5VVg77wVAB2YC1hoAi1BKos6LNdSCzQO-dIgKw9zrfuSzdaZiS7lOYLhQ/s1600-h/IMG_4531.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3-Z9DRKWzUa_9Z5vEybFYgvPkrEhBva7NRrK-V4v7U_Nv5o7CQyrEFEEmLk1fTFzsBs8OD_rLxKLtgxihG5VVg77wVAB2YC1hoAi1BKos6LNdSCzQO-dIgKw9zrfuSzdaZiS7lOYLhQ/s320/IMG_4531.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318824819670748722" /></a>Just a pic of something I can do, that I never thought I'd be able to do. Knit! And on multiple double pointed needles no less! Yes, I will pat myself on the back, thank you.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii45AdjdFzqZIjBgn4swFVgbIW6NMvecBvqWc1e4IN4Tf12CYUfPz8Trl__uoCVWv6lZB-nPUKL-CJI942_VeCrwO9Nr0DibcUGihGKLdSljx-KE1jzFfIsqKEDhTmyGj5ftUuhR0V0Dk/s1600-h/IMG_4272.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii45AdjdFzqZIjBgn4swFVgbIW6NMvecBvqWc1e4IN4Tf12CYUfPz8Trl__uoCVWv6lZB-nPUKL-CJI942_VeCrwO9Nr0DibcUGihGKLdSljx-KE1jzFfIsqKEDhTmyGj5ftUuhR0V0Dk/s320/IMG_4272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318824817513631954" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OMG</span>, it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Shrek</span>! This one was super fun and super fast.</div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-10538477897136609852009-03-28T22:42:00.000-05:002009-03-29T23:02:54.367-05:00Yo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrLbICe4PfTneEGS99ksPvWTCYDdaJb3q5YUAV1f6NHlbily_aQEPjUlZC3xd1QFzZeQ9RfB2OHKSFzTu6AadEMNRdsqoj9A7ROTEvDApsOi6CIqPo80lYrJA7DiyVVApTj0iHjMkSyU/s1600-h/IMG_4353.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrLbICe4PfTneEGS99ksPvWTCYDdaJb3q5YUAV1f6NHlbily_aQEPjUlZC3xd1QFzZeQ9RfB2OHKSFzTu6AadEMNRdsqoj9A7ROTEvDApsOi6CIqPo80lYrJA7DiyVVApTj0iHjMkSyU/s320/IMG_4353.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318821812438762306" /></a>Hair: still good and you can sort of see the cute bobby pins I got on Etsy (of course). I've been very artsy handmade etsy fabulous lately with my handmade bobby pins and my handmade earrings and my handmade purse and my self handmade hat and scarf. It pretty much rocks.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjITqt5942vNfIlFc84Yr77M4rMR9PlpSB2wKVR0oYF4quKAoxUjftuSNjNVNj67lEOkXghlpkG32g9K09Iqv8QMmEPdO_Ho-EmvwJfVvSSMx_5W1xd_TNUtuzqg1bt5PgpCBT_V8eyiOc/s1600-h/IMG_4568.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjITqt5942vNfIlFc84Yr77M4rMR9PlpSB2wKVR0oYF4quKAoxUjftuSNjNVNj67lEOkXghlpkG32g9K09Iqv8QMmEPdO_Ho-EmvwJfVvSSMx_5W1xd_TNUtuzqg1bt5PgpCBT_V8eyiOc/s320/IMG_4568.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318821814800101362" /></a>That there is just pure good. Joy, elation, how can that sweet girl not melt your heart?</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GHAYNUC8NmOHPe4L8gxjfvcU3vqoUWvKjYqnrPE2Oesp-TUzTpMHRykE2sgAgERvreHTDtc0HWpGSQQIfZO3D2BK_bbD5a0PyXJ2qlZFWmLqDZRRgHDCW7s3pN4R5EzwBl6kUfUOjwI/s1600-h/IMG_4577.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GHAYNUC8NmOHPe4L8gxjfvcU3vqoUWvKjYqnrPE2Oesp-TUzTpMHRykE2sgAgERvreHTDtc0HWpGSQQIfZO3D2BK_bbD5a0PyXJ2qlZFWmLqDZRRgHDCW7s3pN4R5EzwBl6kUfUOjwI/s320/IMG_4577.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318821809316388850" /></a>Paartay in K-town!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpHEVjKn0ELnAA-mEFy-MvH84rlBgcImiMqpKROjQZ1o6ijlWV6MwWYQt63kdX6A97o1x8nXIQtFcj8caGdOoWAqCmmelBrhQkIW7aXncQ4wXJZPpvQFnow1exoLHejsnFGgelUr43otc/s1600-h/IMG_4583.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpHEVjKn0ELnAA-mEFy-MvH84rlBgcImiMqpKROjQZ1o6ijlWV6MwWYQt63kdX6A97o1x8nXIQtFcj8caGdOoWAqCmmelBrhQkIW7aXncQ4wXJZPpvQFnow1exoLHejsnFGgelUr43otc/s320/IMG_4583.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318821805014677506" /></a></div><div>One of the best little boys ever! Sailor is so much fun to have over, and he picks up knitting.... oh boy.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCiOhpin1kE8DsBVi0BX88XbvvLnxywbJSgERTM5L_YoUoFJb-kW_n2FiPvXmWisKge3eaxOYFkFk7u7MUOlDiNqg5iCAQmVID2Tuca-9i58jLxSvdHiSYnRGBe2ncRjIWjcmPJfCCKXc/s1600-h/meaubs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCiOhpin1kE8DsBVi0BX88XbvvLnxywbJSgERTM5L_YoUoFJb-kW_n2FiPvXmWisKge3eaxOYFkFk7u7MUOlDiNqg5iCAQmVID2Tuca-9i58jLxSvdHiSYnRGBe2ncRjIWjcmPJfCCKXc/s320/meaubs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318821792535269538" /></a>Hey, I actually like this picture, and I'm in it! I really like my mini-me, even if she's nothing like me. </div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-35355494731001191932009-03-11T16:05:00.000-05:002009-03-12T20:34:04.194-05:00Behind closed doorsEvery night from behind Aubree's closed bedroom door after all of the good night rituals have been done, we hear "Hey, hey kids, I have to go pee (or I'm hungry or whatever)......... Hey kiiiiiiiids." LOL 'Hey kids', where do they get this stuff? It makes me smile every time. She used to call for 'parents', I liked that one too. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-2674974365596150732009-03-02T09:55:00.000-06:002009-03-02T09:56:42.795-06:00I picked up Daddy at the airportWith my fun new hair do! And he loved it. : )<div><br /></div><div><br /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh7SR3aB9v8Fs1XtkaZCr13kGRrgr1ABGQMkST3Jrcsl118Rv-6TgemG1iAae2yXAz1CZ0Da65xhIkC0tuAoOHGq8BybmQFnypWQCyF8W4A6w0gvKDbQ-gQljyCWKFk0xcE-xwKbPAzPs/s320/cropheadshot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308619812412006370" /></div><div><br /></div></div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-7159664739863384742009-02-23T15:21:00.003-06:002009-02-24T08:39:34.743-06:00Brain FartThere are so many things I want to report, and as soon as I sit down I can't think of a thing. I need a better system. I've got to get a list going or something. <div><br /></div><div>Daddy's on a business trip in Denver and gets to visit with Auntie Dev. We're about half way through and things are going pretty well. We took a trip to Michael's craft store and got some coloring books and other goodies. We played Candyland. Went to an indoor playground, and ordered pizza for dinner and watched an Elmo movie - Elmo in grouchland or something. Daddy comes home Wed. night around bedtime. We all can't wait to see him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ty is seriously amazing. We're driving in the car the other day and he says 'Hey mom! Three, four times is twelve!' Holy crap, what? A few days later in the car he says 'Mom, 5 four times is 21.' And in shock and amazement I let him know that he was so close, it's 20. But Dang! He's only been 5 for a few weeks and already teaching himself multiplication. Whoa. He's too smart for me now, what am I going to do when he's in middle school? </div><div><br /></div><div>Aubree's been cuter and whinier than ever. I'm trying to work on some whining boot camp with her. But I'm not sure I can outlast her. Sigh On a lighter note, we're going to gymnastics on Wed mornings after we drop Ty off at school. She has such a good time doing the obstical course and jumping on the trampoline with me and jumping in the foam pit with Owen! She's so happy to have something to do while Ty's at school. </div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-37084332825720996922009-02-12T13:41:00.000-06:002009-02-12T13:42:42.056-06:00She's Crafty<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>"She's crafty, she's just my type" The Beastie Boys<div><br /></div><div>And Daddy. I'm so happy that Daddy like my craftiness, even if it's not exactly the kind of crafty the Beasties were talking about. Although, that's got some truth to it too. I'm proud to say that I finished my 2nd knitting project! Surprisingly, it's the first thing I've made just for Daddy. And he loves it. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW6JcgjF9k9p3Ou9CXM-hqQp3bPpyarlwQ7pPMwqfQl7CjjSo1svseMV6afhD4Bz-iw82si4TtRaAaNfU7DzWqTBA1kByAVOyVxqxxqJ76nC34tgDrC6scMcdaDiiwclgaKsxxtbSOC38/s320/IMG_4120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301997635272299010" /></div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-TJHhuVfD0-XNecU2svOkS9sy1WUvBi5a_XR7IEKZXFwohDELeNoP_mFHOrw4z76BpqcDlxuiLhhH-z2z5O0zMuPndYwarB4zocvw3bDDxVMSzbNKU08r25QGD-ODdgIboKHN06j-o8/s320/IMG_4111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301997475947246786" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>And, my kids rock because they love handmade toys. I'm not sure that it'll last forever, but for now, it melts my heart. They like having a crafty Mama and ask me to make them things all the time.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIetdgaK3Hdhew09fHDN2Z2d5MGC-sPbq8q-msgpFkRvc2VJL5YIYTlMl0vL8mxlZLeM2yi1DCyYQB7bxp18KmR5I67p4VY9OBY-qnA_2Z59HcC0OLQKadm3_ozxlXzthU2O79mnvMQw/s320/IMG_4139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301997236480134290" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4cnVAVeg6QgdsHQAYQ9QTDrEJQwzGkMzMlYRoccW8vayeRDKZfky1RsptSGxHytti4KK6fDlJ_SCSpLxMsg6Kg7gzi1ZmwvkJKaeJ4GZV8p0u_MpVr5trqTsDV-MwvzJ3ijkBvkEnivM/s320/IMG_4171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301997002445834530" /></div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdr2yoZ7vezSnJPw2ht8Q5Rrbv-fTBo3E3-vSOFlJPZsLRFa94-SYdEWVdAnp1BXm9pfoyLrp9w0wPdAAqMVaMPNOiH_BhPV5uyShH9lYBxY3lcUOwUXIC0RHxZh7s_wvUPaXKird_gg/s320/IMG_4147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301996098947609410" />Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-58204523146689059292009-01-31T11:13:00.004-06:002009-01-31T12:05:12.102-06:00Ready, Set.. BLOG!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH21frXDUsxKRgxt-JOUvlP46rkR65-PlXFdlkt1dlCnGq2ADtyhFb_qNBPM8CijVxZ0q-5UbQosX-thEKPC219v7dClbYN9Nrzsf-tfGN3QVyru37rd-zbL0gVVopsGWzhTDtwNo7lxk/s1600-h/IMG_4046.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH21frXDUsxKRgxt-JOUvlP46rkR65-PlXFdlkt1dlCnGq2ADtyhFb_qNBPM8CijVxZ0q-5UbQosX-thEKPC219v7dClbYN9Nrzsf-tfGN3QVyru37rd-zbL0gVVopsGWzhTDtwNo7lxk/s320/IMG_4046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297520227260195394" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I finally started knitting! Auntie Dev taught me several years ago and I got about half way through a scarf and hit a dead end. I am so much better at crocheting that it was hard to want to keep going. I still have that half knit scarf somewhere in the craft room. Krisha decided she had done all the crocheting she could stand and taught herself to knit a few months ago. I have always loved the diversity in design that's available in knitting and I could no longer resist. So I grabbed some yarn and some needles and headed over for a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">play date</span>/knitting lesson. To my surprise, I picked it up pretty easily. I started again with a scarf, but this time with easier yarn and yarn that I was excited about.... I still fizzled out. I just got board going back and forth row after row. And again, I can crochet without hardly thinking about it. But training my hands and brain to knit doesn't work so well if I'm board. Anyway, I decided to do a hat, on circular needles and I loved it! It was fun. I lost count, I made mistakes, my gauge was all over the map, I nearly lost stitches, I think I added a stitch somewhere along the way and in the end I still had a slouchy swirl hat like intended. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wooooo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hoo</span>!</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcT1kOsCbD2LNeJeyKmBgtERE-cQhdGqljwTnZ1HVEtpGuyZ8wRdCKZ__GMzwYPhV6jfpiTi-_TbUWxJiCK47qiBxWCXk3Rmkpnh-c5KtMtpEPz8uh3yeoI7uiFD-wHmgcmT9Asj0v2aU/s1600-h/IMG_3512.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcT1kOsCbD2LNeJeyKmBgtERE-cQhdGqljwTnZ1HVEtpGuyZ8wRdCKZ__GMzwYPhV6jfpiTi-_TbUWxJiCK47qiBxWCXk3Rmkpnh-c5KtMtpEPz8uh3yeoI7uiFD-wHmgcmT9Asj0v2aU/s320/IMG_3512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297508272523848210" /></a>The kids had a BLAST eating the ginger bread house. I'm not sure how good it was, but I guess as long as it's cram-packed with sugar they don't care! We are still loving the new van. It's a little bit weird to be so in love with something you thought you'd never want. But it feels totally natural and I wouldn't trade it for anything.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic6Q7-HpxzwRSCAViDG6o8x_3XBinlnQELHF7gWnBLh57mqKruMY3JT3t7k28ccI3DUT87TMHCv85ck63cv4lFmD5EjN1TT3FIeyDkVQANFo0aHy2O7tyz6ygwouFcQ3NwIO40yxsfYIQ/s1600-h/IMG_3491.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic6Q7-HpxzwRSCAViDG6o8x_3XBinlnQELHF7gWnBLh57mqKruMY3JT3t7k28ccI3DUT87TMHCv85ck63cv4lFmD5EjN1TT3FIeyDkVQANFo0aHy2O7tyz6ygwouFcQ3NwIO40yxsfYIQ/s320/IMG_3491.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297508271805477730" /></a>Ty is getting to be such a big boy. He's kinda tall and skinny and his feet are huge! He is getting to be a really good helper. I love how much he is starting to love cleaning up at the end of the day. Not always, of course, but he like the routine and enjoys feeling useful and accomplished. I wish I facilitated more of that for him. Good thing we have Daddy! Thursday night we went to Kindergarten Sneak Peek at Lily Lake Elementary where our kids will attend. It was exciting and nerve wracking. There will be an orientation later in the spring. This was more of an introduction to the school. We got a brief peek at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kindy</span> teachers and then had a chance to hang out in each of the 4 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Kindy</span> rooms. We checked out the library, which was huge! And poked our heads in the music room. Several of the rooms had dinosaur figures to play with and that is mostly what Ty spent his time doing - anyone surprised? Not a chance. But one of the rooms had a whole shelf of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dino</span> books. He sat very happily reading for quite some time and was not pleased when it was time to move on. Which makes me smile. My favorite part was sending him to check out the boys bathroom all by himself! Most of his big boy toilet experience has been with mom in the women's restroom. So as we passed the bathrooms I excitedly told him that this one was for boys only and mom couldn't come and he should check it out! The door was propped open so I could peek in - with no other kids of course. It was nice and small with one stall and two urinals, and the hand washing station was out in front in a very cool set up. I circular basin with a pedal to turn on the water that spouted out of the center like a sprinkler! Anyway, I'm sure that's enough about that. Ty had a good time and was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">really</span> bummed the next day when he wasn't going to Kindergarten. Poor guy has a long way to go yet.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbVAsSHIuo9Cy9h-G4R-EdBJGskfkoCCt0wLrDSEltykhZPdfTbKCZjnb5PZZgkfJkjAnD1Nj9O_Td_sy1GYBc-ePbc8-oppqP_Wx03Xzp5OShlwi_eYtHh3fjIt-QEdWlOj_8FSW9h7o/s1600-h/IMG_3194.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbVAsSHIuo9Cy9h-G4R-EdBJGskfkoCCt0wLrDSEltykhZPdfTbKCZjnb5PZZgkfJkjAnD1Nj9O_Td_sy1GYBc-ePbc8-oppqP_Wx03Xzp5OShlwi_eYtHh3fjIt-QEdWlOj_8FSW9h7o/s320/IMG_3194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297508269314815970" /></a><br /></div><div>Aubree seems to have mastered her potty training and is very proud of herself. She will easily use a big potty when we're out and about, but still like the little one at home. I think it's more comfortable and it's her very own. She and Owen are getting to be good buddies as they get older and have some time together without the older siblings. It's so much fun to watch them play. That reminds me that Ty and Aubree have been playing together really well lately too. It rocks! I love it when they enjoy each other, it's the stuff dreams are made of. Aubree and I went to Valley <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Preschools</span> open house last Saturday. I wanted to take her so she could explore the rooms all on her own. I'm sure we could pop in any day Ty's at school and have a look around, but it's not the same thing. She's excited to get to start preschool this fall. She asks every day if it's her day to go to class (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ECFE</span>). I know she's dying to do more, so we're going to look into finding a dance or gymnastics class for her soon. I think most things start at 3 years like swimming and I think karate does.... Anyway, Aubree and Owen will be going to preschool together and she already knows or at least has met many of the other children that will be in her class too. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is SUPER warm today, 39 degrees so I think after naps we are going to spend the rest of the afternoon outside. Daddy and the kids went swimming before lunch today. Have I mentioned how much our kids love to swim? They seriously love it and it makes me proud. </div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-22331124960938359512009-01-15T08:08:00.002-06:002009-01-15T08:18:48.602-06:00Holy Intense Weather Batman!8am<br />-23F degrees<div>Yikes!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I can not believe I'm actually going to leave the house. Ty has preschool, Aubree has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ECFE</span>, which she loves and will be totally upset if we miss. Then after we go home for an hour, we have to go pick up Ty. This afternoon is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tys</span> 5 year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pre</span>-K check up and Kindergarten sneak peek tonight.......</div><div><br /></div><div>Breaking news - the phone just rang and it's Krisha letting me know that all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Stillwater</span> schools are closed! No <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ECFE</span> since that is school related. Well, we're going to bundle up and run over there for a morning of fleece clothes and coffee.</div><div><br /></div><div>Later!</div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-45874476421171494302009-01-12T17:01:00.010-06:002009-01-31T11:34:36.114-06:00January's Off To A Good Start<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFw7IpQ1xsmsNYaO-S93SCPpu5goKWiQdZAgcvN6CK0OPe2yzfdagrMAfDneL5N2049haOhqorimJ8iXb3p8xoV9VgeG8RX4-_WnMrgDmBJd78SYRR2DBUAVv2ee5PxCLhXUNQZSC8j0/s1600-h/IMG_3473.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFw7IpQ1xsmsNYaO-S93SCPpu5goKWiQdZAgcvN6CK0OPe2yzfdagrMAfDneL5N2049haOhqorimJ8iXb3p8xoV9VgeG8RX4-_WnMrgDmBJd78SYRR2DBUAVv2ee5PxCLhXUNQZSC8j0/s320/IMG_3473.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290567207280804882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqO1_mk7ttmQYkgIldKmb4Cbc9FXx-dWdkoRvNqtwW1bLftT_yceHA69emPNDzA2s8y1rJDOfcGFDo5TVXWWI5uDZ0rxoZ5J9MJa1cm6UX4LH6226XZoIpJ-oRtzZP3pea4LpAIIbOsro/s1600-h/IMG_3468.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqO1_mk7ttmQYkgIldKmb4Cbc9FXx-dWdkoRvNqtwW1bLftT_yceHA69emPNDzA2s8y1rJDOfcGFDo5TVXWWI5uDZ0rxoZ5J9MJa1cm6UX4LH6226XZoIpJ-oRtzZP3pea4LpAIIbOsro/s320/IMG_3468.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290567203410418962" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />I mentioned before that I was starting the South Beach diet a few months back. We've done really well, Daddy and I. I am proud to be back to eating healthier and setting a better example for our kids. It's been an off year with getting settled into a new life again. But we're back! Eating well and managing money are big on my list this year. Anyway, I am so glad to have Dad's support in this, there is no way I could have done it without him. He did ALL the cooking for phase 1, and if he hadn't I would have quit. No question about it! We did 2.5 weeks on phase one and I finally didn't feel like I was going to split the seams of my pants. Phase 2 is much easier and feels like something I could do long term. I haven't eaten real ice cream in about 3 months now and I don't plan on going back - well, until Nelsons opens! I even made it through the holidays without too much back tracking. I lost 12 pounds total and maybe put one back on. I am happy with that. Now I have to get back on track now that Ty's Birthday party is over. Not sure I'm up for the whole phase one deal again though...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daddy took a bunch of time off of work at the end of 08. It was so nice to have him home. He's been working hard to organize the unfinished side of the basement, so that someday we can build rooms and things down there. Also while Daddy was home, he decided it was </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">time that Aubree got potty trained! I was not convinced that she would be a willing participant and had decided that it was not worth my trouble to fight with her. But, a different parent, different relationship, I figured it could work. And if he wanted to try I sure wasn't going to stop him. Much to my surprise, it took!! Even after the first week of 'training' I thought it was too stressful and she'd g</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ive up. But after a few more days she really got the hang of it. She is so very proud of herself. It's been 2.5 weeks since we first started and she's wearing undies every day and is doing GREAT! After Daddy's time off, potty training and the Gramma's visits, it's nice to get bac</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">k to our normal routine. I really love our pajama </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mondays. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Last week I got to have a girls night out with my 3 best friends here in MN. Melissa's birthday was on New Years Eve and we all went out to a fabulous restaurant in downtown Stillwater called Stones, I think. We all put on real people clothes, and make up and did </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">our hair and put smell good on. The gi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">rl all wore black boots - a must have for going out in </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the winter in Mn, which of course I don't have. I'm sure I've had a pair in the past, but I'm not sure what became of them. Melissa's boots even had stiletto heels. We were a good lookin' bunch. We all either split dishes or got just appetizers to keep the bill down, in true Mom fashion. We had the most wonderfully yummy dessert I've had in a very long time. (I obviously didn't stick to my diet on this outing.) It was like a brownie with chocolate ganache (sp?) wrapped up like a pastry with chocolate drizzle and real vanilla ice cream on top. And whatever you're thinking, it was better. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> We were done before 7pm and couldn't think of a thing to do that wouldn't cost a fortune. Movies are long and expensive and no one really drinks so a bar is out. We are so awesome, we went to Target!! Yippeeeeee. I needed a few things, and Target is a whole different experience when your kids are at home with Dad. We still had a good time even at Target. I'm so grateful for my girlfriends. It's been a long time since I've had good friends and my life is much happier with them in it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ty's Birthday party was yesterday. It went really well, we had Tucker, Jake and Katie, Dylan and Lauren, Leah and Owen, S</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ailor and Allie from Preschool. Daddy made amazing snacks for everyone. And Ty and I spent the previous night cooking up some BLUE cake that we frosted just before the party. Two years ago he really wanted a blue cake and when I asked the store if they could </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">do it, to my surprise, they said no! I finally feel like life has calmed down enough that I was ready to try and make him a cake. I thought I would always make my kids' cake, but my first try before Ty's first birthday wasn't very impressive. I'm sure my standards have lowered since then, but I think that's a good thing. I stress too mu</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ch. So, I was sup</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">er excited to finally give Ty his blue cake. It was 2 layers. The bottom one was dark bright blue then a layer of white frosting and a </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">layer of light blue cake. Then blue frosting, for water, and chocolate for land. Then we put a shark in the water with a creepy skeleton pirate dude riding him, and a treasure chest on the shore guarded by a saber tooth cat and a pirate and some other cool stuff. At the party the kids ran aro<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">und and squealed batting pirate balloons around the basement. Ty raced through presents faster and more excitedly than </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">anyone </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">had ever seen before. He shrieked with excitement and screamed thank you at people around h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">im. And let me tell you he got some amazing gifts. We will be practicing his writing for thank you notes to all his great friends. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:28px;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_r1X48lkCb-Iae8agQEDyXD9BbAAFxLtFFcHo5rgROTLjE3n01b82mpoE6tFepG7wBmIMGOV-en982VI7qTgfjeGnOYRxiK2p3MLE5B7duv-2d97TBVwiUCmXQOqb_LcAHBgzvAGo-4/s320/IMG_3933.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290564383711988706" /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbkyZEfjc8emumc3_a4H_3P6cFsJwzaVBuUB5uZLN6NuTpWcXXZUKfYQQw_HmByPJ-DjpMDAOTitYnQfL2HgXhhvE6W8Y209j0T9ah54fnjIzovMkz9Q2hsWRW48DxfIXKiP4zIU7YtEg/s320/IMG_3936.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290564380619438466" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia87z036FwZnK8maRA4JajcA0nLELx8CV5jYrSJyhmSg83PI6NaZxutJduuKmcYPTDRufkFYyN75VkE_Pvg-bxOv7elYRRNGkjErfYgVKzbl6I3_m2Cm_wlVfniV3WcW5iJUmRMKDQwLk/s320/IMG_3969.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290564378659936594" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-67261948443650053292009-01-01T20:36:00.009-06:002009-01-04T14:31:06.385-06:00Happy New Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6JsUc6gQdh9nc1WbvSSOVnyZOjLr-kKaQfcD7wtdopvGYlK8BiOxfWYPrKbD2YFPinKned7RBXE7sPHKPjRgS01wzoMqBovdfTBvjguns6TcNmW7zIiIV_3gk4HaaEtMJcB7hN3toTg/s1600-h/IMG_3005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6JsUc6gQdh9nc1WbvSSOVnyZOjLr-kKaQfcD7wtdopvGYlK8BiOxfWYPrKbD2YFPinKned7RBXE7sPHKPjRgS01wzoMqBovdfTBvjguns6TcNmW7zIiIV_3gk4HaaEtMJcB7hN3toTg/s320/IMG_3005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286529127319399042" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />New year. Such a big topic. So many things to think about. Where to start?<div><br /></div><div>I, -- Daddy and I look forward to spending another year in the same location. We are very happy to look forward to doing a bunch of the same old thing this coming year. The same, but better because we won't be new to our surroundings. I look forward to hanging out with friends doing crafty things, going to the Children's Museum, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ikea</span> during the rest of the winter months. </div><div><br /></div><div>We're getting ready for Ty's birthday, his FIFTH birthday. Holy crap. I think about the fact that he'll be going to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">kindergarten</span> soon, every week. I think he grew like, 20 inches last month. Now if only he'd wipe his own butt well. Ha! It feels to me like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">kindergarten</span> and 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> grade may as well be the same thing. Somehow it's the undeniable signal that he's going to grow up. It feels like once I send him to school, he'll never be mine again. I'm not sure I'm ready to be a real grown up parent....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Then looking forward to spring - gorgeous green popping up everywhere, the opening of Nelson's Ice Cream, camping in the new tent Daddy got for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">christmas</span>. </div><div><br /></div><div>Aubree will be turning three. She is working pretty good on potty training right now. I don't know if it will happen just yet, but she's making really good progress in awareness. She's been walking around with a bare butt for 5 or 6 days and we've only had a few accidents. We used a timer at first, until she got used to sitting on the potty. Now that she's comfortable with it we're not doing the timer. And she sits on it herself and goes! It does seem that some days she's holding it until she gets her diaper on at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nap time</span>. And if we have to go out and we put a diaper on her then she uses it. I am very pleased with her progress. I can't believe she's growing up too. She's not really a toddler anymore, she's more of a preschooler now. We've officially moved out of the baby phase into little kid land.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>This fall as Ty goes off to full day <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">kindergarten</span> 5 days a week, Aubree will start preschool 2 days. I can't even imagine what <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">that'll</span> be like. I feel like I'm getting too far ahead of myself! I'm just thrilled to do more of the same things that we did last year again this year. I hope to not make too many major changes. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBEgk_9vWwwFY_PpqkktRC-fBISbzf5FTaovcd1OocF458ViENaW1_IbAvhQEWybRuzgkIx9WRw0Brz_7Yiw3xayA7WeJzn9WQvdCSnQENmrdzCEH1bNIAQ1YoMrI5Fl-bqSgM6B57xA/s320/IMG_3063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286529112652440546" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1niDBZPhr3EZmtiRobCmjaAAIftsW4fiNkgDce77_nobBnfgny-JsKKcDHk0KmFtlVrInUJ-B_p6tVe8sRGQHE8iuTXwgd1KSazZBe67HdaSvK_kIp3ySOBvzPVaN77GEtI52zvb8i-U/s320/IMG_3060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286529107240204146" /><div><br /></div><div>My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Etsy</span> store <a href="http://bluestarbutterflies.etsy.com/">Blue Star Butterflies </a> has started to do well. I've made regular sales this holiday season and I'm having so much fun! I love what I'm making and I absolutely love that other people are enjoying what I'm making! I hope that this enjoyment makes me a happier person and a better mom and wife. In true mom form, my brain is getting jumbled with the large topic I'm trying to wrangle so I feel that I should call it good. I'm just doing a lot of smiling and daydreaming about our life and how it will unfold...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-40596559413826299492008-12-13T11:09:00.002-06:002008-12-13T11:57:23.426-06:00FunWe went to Disney on Ice last night with Grandma Nan. Oh-My-Gosh, we had fun! The kids were mesmerized. We got there early and everyone got to pick which kind of junk food they wanted for dinner. Aubree and I had pizza, Ty got a giant hot dog, Daddy got a Chicago dog and Grandma got a gyro. We waited for the show to start while we snarfed down our food. The show was magical. There was the Lion King, the Little Mermaid, Lilo and Stitch, and Peter Pan. Oh, and we had fantastic seats! 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> row. I tried my best to explain to Ty how lucky he was and what an awesome Grandma he has. Some kids never get to go see a show like this. And some of them do, but have to sit in the nose-bleed seats and they sure don't get to eat yummy crap. We had fresh donuts and a giant box of popcorn, the smell of which was so strong it made me a little queasy! ( I was pretty sick a couple nights ago - not quite ready for all this junk food.) AND Grandma bought Ty and Aubree a fun light up show souvenir. Jack Pot! These are some lucky kids. We saw Santa this week, ate caramel corn, went to the children's museum and came home with a year pass, watched fun <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">christmas</span> movies. It's been a blast.Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-88732334256820943762008-12-06T18:22:00.002-06:002008-12-06T18:33:37.802-06:00Time seems to get away from meHow can it have been so long since I wrote here? Let's see. For <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">christmas</span> this year, Justin got me a plane ticket. One of my oldest friends just had her first baby and it was killing me that I wouldn't see her get to be a new mommy or see her precious sweet boy till this March when he'd be 4.5 months old. He could be sitting up by then! She wouldn't feel like a new mom anymore, I would miss one of the most exciting moments in my friends life. And of course, the fact that I am not having any more babies has a lot to do with wanting to visit so bad. So Justin worked from home and got my girlfriends to take a few shifts with our kids so I could go see Chelsea. It was great. I got to spend 4 days holding that sweet little lump. I got to catch up with my good friend. I got to read stupid magazines and a great book. I am so grateful that she let me come so soon after Jack was born - 2 weeks! Just two weeks after he was born, she let me hang out and hold her new baby, it was great. Then of course I saw my family. Kids, I did not tell you about this because you would have been devastated that I went to visit a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Gramma</span> without you! But it was fun to hang with the Gorden family, just the 4 of us. It's been a long time since that happened. We went to see the Pee <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wee's</span> and it was really nice to visit without my sweet wonderful little maniacs running the show. : ) In the evening at PB house I got to crochet without distraction. Good stuff. As usual, as much as I loved my trip, it's good to be home. I love my peeps.Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-87507217823563718732008-11-22T09:54:00.001-06:002008-11-25T00:35:30.101-06:00Stolen from the pages of Great Big LoveThe crap I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ve</span> done is in bold and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">italics</span><br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">1. Started your own blog</span></strong><br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">2. Slept under the stars </span></strong><br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">3. Played in a band at school (clarinet in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">jr</span> high)</span></strong><br />4. Visited Hawaii - sadly, no<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">5. Watched a meteor shower (with Daddy right after we met)</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">6. Given more than you can afford to charity</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">7. Been to Disneyland/world (land, many times)</span></strong><br />8. Climbed a mountain<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">9. Held a praying mantis (I think, my memory fails me these days)</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">10. Sang a solo (at church)</span></strong><br />11. Bungee jumped - no way dude!<br />12. Visited Paris<br />13. Watched a lightning storm at sea<br /><strong>14. Taught yourself an art from scratch (uh, yeah)</strong><br />15. Adopted a child<br />16. Had food poisoning<br />17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">18. Grown your own vegetables</span></strong><br />19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">20. Slept on an overnight train (although I was to young to really remember)</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">21. Had a pillow fight </span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">22. Hitch hiked (just once)</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill </span></strong><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(all too often)</span></strong><br />24. Built a snow fort - this year for sure!<br />25. Held a lamb<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">26. Gone skinny dipping</span></strong><br />27. Run a Marathon<br />28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice<br /><strong>29. Seen a total eclipse (I think)</strong><br /><strong>30. Watched a sunrise or sunset </strong><br />31. Hit a home run<br />32. Been on a cruise<br />33. Seen Niagara Falls in person<br />34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors<br />35. Seen an Amish community<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">36. Taught yourself a new language (not with any success, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">LMAO</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">)</span></strong><br />37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied<br />38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person<br />39. Gone rock climbing<br />40. Seen Michelangelo’s David<br />41. Sung karaoke<br />42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt<br />43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant<br />44. Visited Africa<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">45. Walked on a beach by moonlight </span></strong><br />46. Been transported in an ambulance<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">47. Had your portrait painted</span></strong><br />48. Gone deep sea fishing<br />49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person<br />50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling (snorkeling)</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">52. Kissed in the rain </span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">53. Played in the mud</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">54. Gone to a drive-in theater</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">55. Been in a movie (an extra on a </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">tv</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> movie)</span></strong><br />56. Visited the Great Wall of China<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">57. Started a business (check it out! </span><a href="http://www.bluestarbutterflies.etsy.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">http://www.bluestarbutterflies.etsy.com/</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">)</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">58. Taken a martial arts class</span></strong><br />59. Visited Russia<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">60. Served at a soup kitchen (not quite, but I built out houses for people who lived in plywood boxes)</span></strong><br /><strong>61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies</strong><br />62. Gone whale watching<br />63. Got flowers for no reason<br />64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma - tried, they wouldn't take it, I'm not qualified!!<br />65. Gone sky diving<br />66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">67. Bounced a check ( I do believe)</span></strong><br />68. Flown in a helicopter<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">69. Saved a favorite childhood toy </span></strong><br />70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial<br />71. Eaten Caviar<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">72. Pieced a quilt (um, yeah)</span></strong><br />73. Stood in Times Square<br />74. Toured the Everglades<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">75. Been fired from a job</span></strong><br />76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">77. Broken a bone (fractured a pinky and probably broke 2 toes - one for each pregnancy)</span></strong><br />78. Been on a speeding motorcycle<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person</span></strong><br />80. Published a book<br />81. Visited the Vatican<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">82. Bought a brand new car</span></strong><br />83<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">. Walked in Jerusalem</span><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">84. Had your picture in the newspaper</span></strong><br />85. Read the entire Bible<br />86. Visited the White House<br />87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">88. Had chickenpox</span></strong><br />89. Saved someone’s life<br />90. Sat on a jury<br />91. Met someone famous<br />92. Joined a book club<br />93. Lost a loved one<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">94. Had a baby (two of 'em)</span></strong><br />95. Seen the Alamo in person<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake (when I was a kid?)</span></strong><br />97. Been involved in a law suit<br /><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">98. Owned a cell phone</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">99. Been stung by a bee</span></strong><br />100. Read an entire book in one dayKrishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-83141768692033080112008-11-14T16:27:00.004-06:002008-11-14T16:44:47.222-06:00We bought a spaceship!I realize not everyone will appreciate this, but I <span style="font-style: italic;">made </span>Aubree a sweater! I bought the pattern on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">etsy</span>.com from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Anji</span>.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Beane</span> ~ http://www.anjibeane.etsy.com. I am very proud of it. It took a long time and a lot of weaving in of yarn ends which I do not love to do. I swear this looks just like something you would buy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gymboree</span>. Can we just have a moment of silence to be impressed? Thanks.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5KOrKrAqFFVOYkpyzRnlU6794FVLYdz6O7y0XoGkCttt4wt3uua4jhwiYQaRNEWuSGVQebtCw0ZUd34Kfc58SReOCG4676u9tbKsVMQ_G7XXglB2j2KmsMYjYgezVyx89-XyaZ8B0qA/s1600-h/IMG_2600.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5KOrKrAqFFVOYkpyzRnlU6794FVLYdz6O7y0XoGkCttt4wt3uua4jhwiYQaRNEWuSGVQebtCw0ZUd34Kfc58SReOCG4676u9tbKsVMQ_G7XXglB2j2KmsMYjYgezVyx89-XyaZ8B0qA/s320/IMG_2600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268643992399921090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnG4-ln0IXMRFjQmx_0EFKqGn1Fj5khRzJRlmXrDbhEUpgXQkW4Kjjas_IfJtnoFyc1YdJKyK7SJI2p_YXl1iXVMuLKhEnJdTBFOpx5b2BWywLUnAwPJ8xhlwEPyBE6DdW4pNGAkAEpc/s1600-h/IMG_2601.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnG4-ln0IXMRFjQmx_0EFKqGn1Fj5khRzJRlmXrDbhEUpgXQkW4Kjjas_IfJtnoFyc1YdJKyK7SJI2p_YXl1iXVMuLKhEnJdTBFOpx5b2BWywLUnAwPJ8xhlwEPyBE6DdW4pNGAkAEpc/s320/IMG_2601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268643993762263618" border="0" /></a><br />And now, I introduce to you, our spaceship!! I can not believe how excited we all are to have a mini-van. I was reluctant even though I could no longer deny that it would make my life easier. And these days my goal in life is to simplify. SO. We went, we drove, we talked down the price, we bought. And I loved it from the first moment. I am surprisingly <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> embarrassed to drive a mini-van. Maybe it's because I'm older now, or maybe I've been a mom long enough. Or maybe it's just because it seems like everyone drives one these days. I love this car. And so do the kids! It's a 2007 Toyota Sienna 38,000 miles has an mp3 hook up and seats 8. Woo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hoooo</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihMcSv324tVfJkHIOzcVoZ16xDf10aEFazthWUF5sTweLaRLgg9meBcMdA76m10NGLPZge0MbjlFDAN59HxDoat6XSYAmPUS2Vn3NJAxDnP5YVlg7YoR1vooxgzg-5iVKRK-VGOdLgvU/s1600-h/IMG_2604.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihMcSv324tVfJkHIOzcVoZ16xDf10aEFazthWUF5sTweLaRLgg9meBcMdA76m10NGLPZge0MbjlFDAN59HxDoat6XSYAmPUS2Vn3NJAxDnP5YVlg7YoR1vooxgzg-5iVKRK-VGOdLgvU/s320/IMG_2604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268643997304142162" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcSLUvIQtpJhNhnAiTIYeDFxoKHfidrxpBxijdYMwo7086Z_GztCTDe4fGZpy_IbCadnnrsvtXaUzlbuTy5d1hggvdudl2puIUkGwhrEhxJXSy_I9lTMwkYClK0SsDXoBtP93YvDMd6A/s1600-h/IMG_2605.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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And by the time I can get to a computer and stare at the blank screen I've got <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nuthin</span></span>'. I'm happy to report that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">PB's</span></span> got some new kitties. These will be the kitties that my kids will know growing up. I can't wait to find out what their names will be!<br /><br />Daddy got a new job. He started last week. We looked over <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">health care</span> options last night and were pretty <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">disappointed</span> by all of them. Who <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wouldda</span></span> guessed that??? But seriously, a much too big chunk of the raise he got is going to be eaten up by health costs. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Grrr</span></span>. Luckily not so much that we couldn't get a new van! The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tercel</span></span> was on it's last leg. So after 7yrs we traded her in and got a 2007 Toyota Sienna, with 38,000 miles. We got a really good deal on it. I love it way more than I could have ever dreamed I would love a mini-van. I thought if I ever got one of those things, it would be kicking and screaming. I was a little reluctant, but it was so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">obvious</span> that we needed one. And I was giddy the first day. : ) We call her the spaceship and she's light blue. I'm so happy we have her, and the kids love it too.<br /><br />Ty loves school as expected and wishes he could go everyday. I am talking to them about letting him attend all 5 days. Especially since kindergarten is 5 days all day long. I think it would help him warm up for next year to get used to leaving the house everyday this year. He'd like to start now, but it might not be till January.<br /><br />I am going to attempt to do the South Beach Diet. The plan is to start on Monday. I'm getting a menu and grocery list together this week. Then we'll cook as much as we can this weekend. Wish me luck. I've got a good 30 pounds to lose, and I'd like to be a healthy mom and set a good example for my kids. I suppose that means I should get off my butt from time to time as well. I have a friend who want to hit the gym with me, and as much as I don't want to do it, I swore I'd never say no (unless I'd already been 3 or 4 times, ha ha).<br /><br />The biggest news in our world is that Aubree has beaten her big brother to the ER for stitches. I want to write up the whole event, but can't muster the strength. She got 3 stitches over her right eye, above the eyebrow. She had them for just a week and got them out Monday. She was a trooper both times. Getting the stitches and getting them out, she didn't even flinch.<br /><br />Tonight we frosted Halloween cookies for dinner. : )Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-28940976076490618822008-10-12T21:15:00.003-05:002008-10-12T21:25:38.743-05:00G N' R?Guns N' Roses, my favorite band in Jr High. A band I haven't listened too all that much since Jr High. A band who's songs I never could have imagined would be sung to my kids as bedtime lullabies! Yes, bedtime songs, screeching from the back of the house. In Daddy's ear piercing tone, nearly at the top of his lungs, '<span style="font-style: italic;">Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games. We've got every thing you want...' </span>and then '<span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">jananananananana</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</span>!'</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">OMG</span>. And the kids <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">freakin</span>' LOVE IT! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LMAO</span>.Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335056646159293235.post-27419371195391952382008-09-20T12:25:00.002-05:002008-09-20T12:49:56.915-05:00HumpfhI'm not much for blogging lately am I? There are probably a hundred things I should record so my memory can't let them disappear in the coming years. But I'm a little outta whack. : ( The thing that I want to record is that, in my every day struggles with life, the thing that is of number one importance to me, is how my kids are doing. The point of this blog, is for them to be able to come back and walk through their childhood and learn a little more about our family and what Mom and Dad were like. Where we came from and how we tried to grow our family with love and hope. Part of this story is that I am battling anxiety and depression. It makes me not want to participate in life. The bummer is, that is exactly the opposite of what I want to show/ teach our kids. I want them to love life and embrace each day and take advantage of every opportunity to soak up more. So, I guess I just want to go on record saying, that I am trying. I am hoping that the good times will out weigh the rough times. That Ty and Aubree will know I love them so much it hurts. And hopefully growing up with a nutty mom isn't all bad.<br /><br />Well, that's the gist of what I've been avoiding writing down. Let's see if I can cheer us up a bit. Ty started preschool two weeks ago. I love how much he loves to go to school, seeing him so happy puts a huge smile on my face and makes me feel all warm and wonderful inside. He's still mad about Dino's and all things gross and scary. He's boy to the max. And bossy like nobodies business! Oh, and he still hasn't decided which hand he's going to use. Every time I think I have it figured out he switches it up again. <br /><br />Aubree is getting so big. She talks non-stop while Ty's at school. She's in love with kitties, mermaids (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">moony's</span>) and Unicorns (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lunacorn's</span>). She likes sparkly shoes, all things she deems beautiful, and she's got gorgeous curly hair that's to die for. She's a serious whiner and still wears most meals from head to toe. <br /><br />Best of all those crazy little monsters hug me and tell me they love me every day. And they truly appreciate all the crafty things I do for them. Like the giant I-Spy quilt I've not yet blogged about. And our crocheted little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">moosers</span>, since we're Minnesotans now. They will seriously fight over the things that mama made them. That's a fight I can like. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">LOL</span>Krishellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296559936317706443noreply@blogger.com2