tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14566071172804114112024-02-06T17:56:46.088-08:00Madsen MadnessMatt . Nicole . Zachary . DylanNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.comBlogger573125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-5992147638403379862011-02-16T11:09:00.000-08:002011-02-16T11:11:33.473-08:00Photo BlogHey y'all....not really blogging on here anymore...photography, mommy duties and teaching voice lessons all keep me pretty busy! Follow me on the photo blog <a href="http://photographybynicolemadsen.blogspot.com/">HERE</a> if you like - you'll catch a glimpse of my beautiful family now and then!Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-38394642874374409602010-10-15T21:06:00.001-07:002010-10-15T21:11:01.621-07:00Maya's First AddictionMilk? No.<br />The binky? Not even close.<br />Her blankie? Nope, not that either.<br /><br />It's <span style="color:#ff0000;">ELMO</span>. Don't even TRY to get her attention when he comes on. Elmo is her drug. She is mesmerized!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1pHheMg1l70TUqqipG441v7aSraWX4kdXANYuSr1tmWtPcyn0USPqdClrvD9wgXU1aIn6prxPu8jK8AMEJGbmL-QzClYAVxxAmB5FglIoiUOcXyXQLf7k-zaBMK7GDENwDj3pUeQsOV6/s1600/DSC03894.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 572px; HEIGHT: 438px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528490891434491634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1pHheMg1l70TUqqipG441v7aSraWX4kdXANYuSr1tmWtPcyn0USPqdClrvD9wgXU1aIn6prxPu8jK8AMEJGbmL-QzClYAVxxAmB5FglIoiUOcXyXQLf7k-zaBMK7GDENwDj3pUeQsOV6/s800/DSC03894.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmQ4f3EXh3QYdcxbkOhWIy_qyVUwzH2TEs_oWUxYD2oejgX2sYD8zeoMyMQAvI_mFii_g2bbvtQ12B0MqSFi0r5G-YOB1wRzqqwXFzw4shnWyjAJBWTbmLdOmncJ-CutgzB0zrXHbMrBHW/s1600/DSC03899.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 441px; HEIGHT: 578px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528490881934774306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmQ4f3EXh3QYdcxbkOhWIy_qyVUwzH2TEs_oWUxYD2oejgX2sYD8zeoMyMQAvI_mFii_g2bbvtQ12B0MqSFi0r5G-YOB1wRzqqwXFzw4shnWyjAJBWTbmLdOmncJ-CutgzB0zrXHbMrBHW/s800/DSC03899.JPG" /></a><br />Sing it with me! "La la la la, la la la la..Elmo's world!"<br /><div></div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-50639734749511013312010-09-21T22:11:00.001-07:002010-09-21T22:14:09.429-07:00Big Fat Dose of Reality<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTGvEjVkTUkMzc7lsQi5qCuleXTRV-XYIKMwvcgMnh6zBkvf-CHOO_2nvtQxFIie8T9kRzcQdaUE3abx5vMXGXK3uwss-RiW027q8Iv9Qzp90BE10B6oYnTogyV8HO70vuxYIiiwpiKD0/s1600/snow+white.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 683px; HEIGHT: 453px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519601539716951234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTGvEjVkTUkMzc7lsQi5qCuleXTRV-XYIKMwvcgMnh6zBkvf-CHOO_2nvtQxFIie8T9kRzcQdaUE3abx5vMXGXK3uwss-RiW027q8Iv9Qzp90BE10B6oYnTogyV8HO70vuxYIiiwpiKD0/s800/snow+white.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFEVZP9wy0rdAZRagPC_VZt9mKYhaR6Mg72YD3xd1sv9rvkbiWsmEFx6Y0SEbrArw7cWKStXSn60s7tefmC8658ZzBdPzxuQpCpsz6jwYeslBnnUXZ640QWYVqEqnyL07NEoXCz64Bxpzr/s1600/red+riding.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 689px; HEIGHT: 512px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519601531027608386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFEVZP9wy0rdAZRagPC_VZt9mKYhaR6Mg72YD3xd1sv9rvkbiWsmEFx6Y0SEbrArw7cWKStXSn60s7tefmC8658ZzBdPzxuQpCpsz6jwYeslBnnUXZ640QWYVqEqnyL07NEoXCz64Bxpzr/s800/red+riding.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQA35xqvl6D-N5w3xpSHBUuoJ1kGWj9ibWif9P38tMna9qkyRxuCIxPGHqKy58MR4dEdrtKcAChVgznKHPHf5G6xm9S-u9eeSlgbbNTPtBnNPHIZ4S3TaiV0Rs4jxaTbKYB6W09ODwMKpL/s1600/cinderella.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 679px; HEIGHT: 451px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519601525095910994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQA35xqvl6D-N5w3xpSHBUuoJ1kGWj9ibWif9P38tMna9qkyRxuCIxPGHqKy58MR4dEdrtKcAChVgznKHPHf5G6xm9S-u9eeSlgbbNTPtBnNPHIZ4S3TaiV0Rs4jxaTbKYB6W09ODwMKpL/s800/cinderella.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-44860761850258845102010-09-15T20:26:00.000-07:002010-09-15T20:28:30.747-07:00SERIOUSLY?!?!<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yvsVZdO6FJU&border=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yvsVZdO6FJU&border=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />What is WRONG with these folks??<br /><br />Like a car wreck - you don't want to see, but you just HAVE to look. It's gonna be hard to resist putting this on the dvr.<br /><br />Talk me out of it! Please!Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-17224869495605633452010-09-13T20:17:00.000-07:002010-09-13T20:40:25.483-07:00Maya Meets the Cooper CousinsWe made our annual trip to Southern Utah in August - it was an interesting trip...I'll do another post about my parent's house being destroyed by a flash flood soon <span style="font-size:78%;">(*heavy sigh*).</span> Despite all the loss at my folk's home, we Cooper girls still manage to enjoy being together!<br /><br />One of the perks of the week was for Dylan - ANOTHER birthday party! Hey, any excuse for cake is a good one. He was most excited about the gigantic 9 candle, but was a little disappointed when he discovered that it was not edible. Can't win 'em all, buddy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0ysWSUAujvjabYIAJ1qiSl9GBQyU2E9qXfmkf9NlHqSaVqQG0JL7_gKsfei-cojY3W3pLc7LQJa_zMdRkIHPxSBa96TeMU8FMI59J_KnzOEpHBNviTyMxPHo9QOT4Hf_2B1vvCQqNURe/s1600/DSC03779.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 684px; HEIGHT: 521px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516605372269661714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0ysWSUAujvjabYIAJ1qiSl9GBQyU2E9qXfmkf9NlHqSaVqQG0JL7_gKsfei-cojY3W3pLc7LQJa_zMdRkIHPxSBa96TeMU8FMI59J_KnzOEpHBNviTyMxPHo9QOT4Hf_2B1vvCQqNURe/s800/DSC03779.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sammy loved playing with Maya, and as you can see, Maya loved spending time with Sammy! Doesn't she look like one of those little troll dolls here? You know, the kind that you spin and their hair sticks up? Ha! Crazy baby...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxakXEQW12QdmOBwXpAXHoxyjjG_XqexoVkLiTtKNCstkKE21U6NoAe0Eo2HxjPmjDr_6OwlRyfxLtOZfbTiCPhgA2LLej9CwYIVQB2Jou6gDBtfEE4kdDAIvmxOfCV4VXwIU4HZrnZJxG/s1600/DSC03819.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 686px; HEIGHT: 529px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516605364231320738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxakXEQW12QdmOBwXpAXHoxyjjG_XqexoVkLiTtKNCstkKE21U6NoAe0Eo2HxjPmjDr_6OwlRyfxLtOZfbTiCPhgA2LLej9CwYIVQB2Jou6gDBtfEE4kdDAIvmxOfCV4VXwIU4HZrnZJxG/s800/DSC03819.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Zack and Ivy. Best cousin-buds from day 1. Still going strong.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3IilOpAgBjUqm0sTuRNLk0aYQPuCTxOusoixZ7QJGa3AIoMO4sw7IHLqjR70YgUNvc0DZeiTyE1Uq7md_6ZbCThkmPIv6SgOLbDYFUoh8-ZKt8Nldae6npJweAjROVtiBDnLWKRC4-uO/s1600/DSC03817.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 681px; HEIGHT: 502px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516604553526939538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3IilOpAgBjUqm0sTuRNLk0aYQPuCTxOusoixZ7QJGa3AIoMO4sw7IHLqjR70YgUNvc0DZeiTyE1Uq7md_6ZbCThkmPIv6SgOLbDYFUoh8-ZKt8Nldae6npJweAjROVtiBDnLWKRC4-uO/s800/DSC03817.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Dylan and Sammy. They had a great time playing together!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTD364mH3b0mGi-S0zWYDFBvVfyHAGAcJ4jylOYYbzNHELB5rurBHdxmIN29_MDeec1IuUi9IIXYxmPf1Z_udgv9eBjhMr1G_Dil4lyje_BiR-libTGV9Uw5cMYWSw5nAQxuEF8oa12i_d/s1600/DSC03814.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 681px; HEIGHT: 498px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516604543173297570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTD364mH3b0mGi-S0zWYDFBvVfyHAGAcJ4jylOYYbzNHELB5rurBHdxmIN29_MDeec1IuUi9IIXYxmPf1Z_udgv9eBjhMr1G_Dil4lyje_BiR-libTGV9Uw5cMYWSw5nAQxuEF8oa12i_d/s800/DSC03814.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Mia is happy to be playing with Maya, but Sadie seems less than thrilled...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLfvMwmwTMwd9DGH47p58C3ujR19aUiyWo43pAp8HSsxOtRMAiyAHDNddi0TKSh21r3-VclWPKxGxgvfkYkVlx2WfLBk2Zi6ImxEhyNhM5BvLbOzrTMhyDeQtzlOOX70q-mrxIirA5U_tK/s1600/DSC03772.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 684px; HEIGHT: 510px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516604539833044114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLfvMwmwTMwd9DGH47p58C3ujR19aUiyWo43pAp8HSsxOtRMAiyAHDNddi0TKSh21r3-VclWPKxGxgvfkYkVlx2WfLBk2Zi6ImxEhyNhM5BvLbOzrTMhyDeQtzlOOX70q-mrxIirA5U_tK/s800/DSC03772.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />This "who the heck are you" face is the look that Taylor gave me for about the first entire day I was there - then I finally got a smile out of her!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7TuTIHPpNPQQlyQrOw6sI14OX8Pb8EIyIuSwGnvLUByuzlTEm6jLyUku8vtbDSw363uivNX0IbBuF2bhW5mIBWHmZ_gEakrhp_9eSk4m5vKrLqT5Cvfz2FQIsstYnMrOxLTngWJRMcvaB/s1600/DSC03767.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 684px; HEIGHT: 485px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516604526004997938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7TuTIHPpNPQQlyQrOw6sI14OX8Pb8EIyIuSwGnvLUByuzlTEm6jLyUku8vtbDSw363uivNX0IbBuF2bhW5mIBWHmZ_gEakrhp_9eSk4m5vKrLqT5Cvfz2FQIsstYnMrOxLTngWJRMcvaB/s800/DSC03767.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Saved the best for last. My sweet Grandpa, Dana Pratt - age 90...with his newest great-granddaughter Maya. This is the best photo I have EVER taken. Love them both to pieces!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7XEF2y1fRMS7Vx7GQ5dehfZYhuZAdoiTayAI08mMwjN_vVpZygBoHtJAQBBHOUMbQDXFKD7_G4XPPZEGlejMHpsrvILw7GWhTNicXg7_RugBtV6LLBh1zrQOOabQQzbxINdINsQRt8vDz/s1600/DSC03759.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 541px; HEIGHT: 717px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516604516451865010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7XEF2y1fRMS7Vx7GQ5dehfZYhuZAdoiTayAI08mMwjN_vVpZygBoHtJAQBBHOUMbQDXFKD7_G4XPPZEGlejMHpsrvILw7GWhTNicXg7_RugBtV6LLBh1zrQOOabQQzbxINdINsQRt8vDz/s800/DSC03759.JPG" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-21182213772598372082010-08-31T23:03:00.000-07:002010-08-31T23:17:39.879-07:00Happy Birthday Dylan!Hey, remember my OTHER kids not named Maya? Me too. Dylan turned the big <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">9</span></strong> in August - and we had a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">pool </span></strong>party to celebrate his momentous arrival into the world. A good time was had by all.<br /><br />Here is the D-man getting ready to blow out his candle on the cupcakes...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQqcYA9cb2vURYR8j1NK4-n6YhWU7olHVidcWX02zSBWhgnwlA996MztJU8CkmIHZ3Jpz-gcsWj-weiXugclQJFjDvFZM254LPUkOJ_N4nwGMzHvzMPrKJB6yYVjwB6p_AhyIGLBxzcQR/s1600/DSC03746.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 685px; HEIGHT: 498px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511823109302649618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQqcYA9cb2vURYR8j1NK4-n6YhWU7olHVidcWX02zSBWhgnwlA996MztJU8CkmIHZ3Jpz-gcsWj-weiXugclQJFjDvFZM254LPUkOJ_N4nwGMzHvzMPrKJB6yYVjwB6p_AhyIGLBxzcQR/s800/DSC03746.JPG" /></a><br /><br />This is me, overacheiving again. Here are the cupcakes! For his <strong>POOL</strong> party. Get it? Get it?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLrOb6sAmLdUZLDE5BQRY17EDbiLzUXzUInuKzY-RhoNqFxp4q3vDT2mWOvkXiHOGXSWiQ_mZR8orx_iG-a71c8_CT4rUSZh9rw1_vFImrUwZzcJUT3HHY8ZutCUYqhB5K2NEWZABFMcz/s1600/DSC03741.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 681px; HEIGHT: 542px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511823098697416354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLrOb6sAmLdUZLDE5BQRY17EDbiLzUXzUInuKzY-RhoNqFxp4q3vDT2mWOvkXiHOGXSWiQ_mZR8orx_iG-a71c8_CT4rUSZh9rw1_vFImrUwZzcJUT3HHY8ZutCUYqhB5K2NEWZABFMcz/s800/DSC03741.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Here are the goodies that all the party goers took home with them. A beach towel and a sucker with a thank you note from Dylan. Before you think I splurged too much, Old Navy had a wicked good sale on beach towels! I simply could NOT resist.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitI2a7Hf6BAOoud3S1v43RCDpRyM2mjKYXnWqO-u1BIicPhZxP8umFV0uiXBvDXHFhkHIsOZUsqnsf7DanjDpDA9sV36NjO7Lv2fnU17Uhhfd0FkqeCRG0hiEKLZc_CDsKL8lVYswfwDMq/s1600/DSC03743.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 685px; HEIGHT: 497px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511823091057052514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitI2a7Hf6BAOoud3S1v43RCDpRyM2mjKYXnWqO-u1BIicPhZxP8umFV0uiXBvDXHFhkHIsOZUsqnsf7DanjDpDA9sV36NjO7Lv2fnU17Uhhfd0FkqeCRG0hiEKLZc_CDsKL8lVYswfwDMq/s800/DSC03743.JPG" /></a><br /><br />The gaggle of BOYS!! What a bunch! Dylan is the nutty one at the head of the table. <span style="font-size:78%;">(Like our new patio table? Me too!)</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCR81PPlMtBDpsfNAC-tc-AkKW3Tr1EKI9WBTwf_kZ_BOzHoIRKXm85_1zF6q1yl8W640RNbPzFnkfi_uCL1r7yzCOmVa10xoFjV2YMWsL0QaCO-KgtM4TgzNGqkz9hLTp_K7FxGHXBTMI/s1600/DSC03744.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 549px; HEIGHT: 734px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511823082441001954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCR81PPlMtBDpsfNAC-tc-AkKW3Tr1EKI9WBTwf_kZ_BOzHoIRKXm85_1zF6q1yl8W640RNbPzFnkfi_uCL1r7yzCOmVa10xoFjV2YMWsL0QaCO-KgtM4TgzNGqkz9hLTp_K7FxGHXBTMI/s800/DSC03744.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Here they all are by our pool - they somewhat willingly obliged me and got out of the pool for about 2 seconds so I could snap this shot. Ten boys in a pool is crazy!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRFr1aCIhELzgPfqdKMD1H3l9JlMPE5NFI2a-JUVf1uiO8KC93Us44mZrH98XN16ONl-vhDsvDFeFeeMAdNi3BOg2u11D5tjb_BWFpBJpn-tlE3HezJvxza9GKoouDscbPmRN0K5b78Gr/s1600/DSC03740.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 681px; HEIGHT: 520px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511823073548807602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRFr1aCIhELzgPfqdKMD1H3l9JlMPE5NFI2a-JUVf1uiO8KC93Us44mZrH98XN16ONl-vhDsvDFeFeeMAdNi3BOg2u11D5tjb_BWFpBJpn-tlE3HezJvxza9GKoouDscbPmRN0K5b78Gr/s800/DSC03740.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Dylan had a great time - and I survived! That's the most a mother can really ask for, right? </div></div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-54221234876577737152010-08-09T21:21:00.000-07:002010-08-09T21:26:47.939-07:00Cause You Just Never Know Who Might Be Baking Your PieWhen we recently traveled to Utah to visit my family, we drove over Cedar Mountain and through Mt. Carmel Junction, Utah - where apparently, all the pies there are made by<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Ho's.<br /><br />Awesome.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7no8qxupK1T6Kk_2YyIloCxbKATF9c-I0XB2AYH-aIDgN8Q7JVwKh1ZZc6gfNPTNWfasidyBYv6II2eAIXLaL__ECLZsbyk5uWmvYVqMrx4bKPhMyEuPG9yOHBBAwiVlbvWaeEN_6dk0Q/s1600/IMGP3476.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 664px; height: 441px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7no8qxupK1T6Kk_2YyIloCxbKATF9c-I0XB2AYH-aIDgN8Q7JVwKh1ZZc6gfNPTNWfasidyBYv6II2eAIXLaL__ECLZsbyk5uWmvYVqMrx4bKPhMyEuPG9yOHBBAwiVlbvWaeEN_6dk0Q/s800/IMGP3476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503632049256337410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Yes, Matt pulled over JUST so I could take this picture. I was giggling like a schoolgirl, while Dylan said, "what's so funny? What's a Ho?")</span>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-5985811167258066772010-07-23T22:09:00.000-07:002010-07-23T22:13:26.465-07:00As Soon As Summer is Over......and the kids are back in school, I'm comin' back, blog-world.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Fear me, if you dare.</div><div></div><br /><div>Meanwhile, check out my cute baby girl! She is already 6 months old!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6ZnCHOFob6k7-oyLqPsDJFEE5MhJNSptiBgvoJONmJtl5wb4OcTaa204Mc-fJUEXqzH9FtfLN6N8nYUPs9jAxDOOLBHXSuqvBnqVE0SGqrzcpp7Gk6xIos0dRiDIOIMpDQpRoUUqpNko/s1600/IMGP2432+edit1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 687px; HEIGHT: 446px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497335913629257218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6ZnCHOFob6k7-oyLqPsDJFEE5MhJNSptiBgvoJONmJtl5wb4OcTaa204Mc-fJUEXqzH9FtfLN6N8nYUPs9jAxDOOLBHXSuqvBnqVE0SGqrzcpp7Gk6xIos0dRiDIOIMpDQpRoUUqpNko/s800/IMGP2432+edit1.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div> </div><div>Oh, and I have two boys, too...remember them? I think they are around here SOMEWHERE...</div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-22924260949916541592010-05-28T07:52:00.000-07:002010-05-28T07:54:07.899-07:00Oh, Yes I Am!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJXLJI3TMrNkXbIafFUvdp6K2i-d3YougcrFnCv88cFCO1VOHzTvGXTZ7hx67n4JqzxDaQuaflgGd2IDnPilgE__t1mq-qpus1IZn7GysWoeK1TB9B8kSnsa1073b2j4PSiO77pbb5JaX/s1600/IMGP9244+forty+b+and+w.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 684px; HEIGHT: 484px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476334051406504546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJXLJI3TMrNkXbIafFUvdp6K2i-d3YougcrFnCv88cFCO1VOHzTvGXTZ7hx67n4JqzxDaQuaflgGd2IDnPilgE__t1mq-qpus1IZn7GysWoeK1TB9B8kSnsa1073b2j4PSiO77pbb5JaX/s800/IMGP9244+forty+b+and+w.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Happy birthday to me.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-13562242670476988652010-04-30T21:29:00.000-07:002010-04-30T21:30:00.324-07:00I'm Busy!!Here's what I have been up to:<br /><br /><a href="http://photographybynicolemadsen.blogspot.com/">http://photographybynicolemadsen.blogspot.com/</a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-8311549380695838352010-04-18T16:30:00.000-07:002010-04-18T16:33:16.710-07:00Those Who Matter Most. Period.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Ls4rGJob7UwNi80G0RVnAHH-qxnoYK2i15NBOqBoXLwuQaSgahuWXuBRXMCQrBDnUU133sl5nNHDLQ-EEvyE7TPOmNgXVJ3BPViJFxDUQUxwzXHArVtkO1LVN3rt0YcwlB1zNDWSc01d/s1600/IMGP5161+edit1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 681px; HEIGHT: 444px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461624316069533410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Ls4rGJob7UwNi80G0RVnAHH-qxnoYK2i15NBOqBoXLwuQaSgahuWXuBRXMCQrBDnUU133sl5nNHDLQ-EEvyE7TPOmNgXVJ3BPViJFxDUQUxwzXHArVtkO1LVN3rt0YcwlB1zNDWSc01d/s800/IMGP5161+edit1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGd3Hnuue_h3SSvsLHnmA0OY7nhxm956j-AtWJ17F2OvV1xir9qxWdCi08V1imYDrMdJvJe-WBos6sPKbYqRgiZpGAnyqKh6oYitaZYDB3AfZPy5d1OhjE_ujdYXcUxnABFMH7ozoVowPL/s1600/IMGP5142+edit1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 683px; HEIGHT: 471px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461624304264154050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGd3Hnuue_h3SSvsLHnmA0OY7nhxm956j-AtWJ17F2OvV1xir9qxWdCi08V1imYDrMdJvJe-WBos6sPKbYqRgiZpGAnyqKh6oYitaZYDB3AfZPy5d1OhjE_ujdYXcUxnABFMH7ozoVowPL/s800/IMGP5142+edit1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrR3_vq7AYS2r10l1XiLzcNyz4CEXyzCxYz5Vrr53C-W_ny1VCicKtdvd-90gbjoVc5zRuwhdLSdtMyTqL2l6Utj3JPkSkKmKT0FwDHnXZ5jLXwm-ijbLQ1s79OvDh2ZAH9G2Z0VXZxBHk/s1600/IMGP5131+edit1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 685px; HEIGHT: 463px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461624293906019650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrR3_vq7AYS2r10l1XiLzcNyz4CEXyzCxYz5Vrr53C-W_ny1VCicKtdvd-90gbjoVc5zRuwhdLSdtMyTqL2l6Utj3JPkSkKmKT0FwDHnXZ5jLXwm-ijbLQ1s79OvDh2ZAH9G2Z0VXZxBHk/s800/IMGP5131+edit1.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-81480967735942488282010-04-12T12:27:00.001-07:002010-04-12T12:36:34.958-07:00To Blog or Not to Blog, That is the Question.NOOO this post is not about me quitting blogging! Something is on my mind, and I am looking for some feedback. Humor me.<br /><br />Here we go - I recently ran across a blog post of someone I only sort-of know. A friend of a friend of a cousin of a friend kind of thing. She had a couple of really long blog posts where she was recounting entire conversations with her ex-husband, and basically slamming him, <strong>big time</strong>. Now I do grant that the guy seems totally slam-worthy, but still. I was cringing a bit as I read it, and not because of the content, but because it seemed completely inappropriate for the web. Private, only-tell-your-mom-and-your-best-girlfriend stuff. Eat a crate of Cadbury Creme Eggs and get over it kind of stuff.<br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41p4rs9XerVawbDdpvO_XYkiPUvMbLlC_eTw6jB9SAvPm5HQvzjOmvLUVdGK2bvRfH_DM_92UB235XLxFszKMQpYx1p-N_VNgcVb8ibqwYJ3eF3mwwCoKZIIK_Lxs_4Ycw9AIPe2wAEeQ/s1600/shhhhh.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459336289223886306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41p4rs9XerVawbDdpvO_XYkiPUvMbLlC_eTw6jB9SAvPm5HQvzjOmvLUVdGK2bvRfH_DM_92UB235XLxFszKMQpYx1p-N_VNgcVb8ibqwYJ3eF3mwwCoKZIIK_Lxs_4Ycw9AIPe2wAEeQ/s400/shhhhh.jpg" /></a></p>My question here is this: Is it OK to spill your entire life on a blog? Might that come back to bite you in the future? It just doesn't seem very smart to me, but hey - I am open to opinions.<br /><br />Your thoughts?Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-19861823704274718322010-03-26T10:32:00.000-07:002010-03-26T10:35:24.848-07:00Hello, I am the World's WORST Blogger. Nice to Meet You.I will (?) get back to blogging eventually, but life is SOO very busy! Getting lots of photography (for other people!) done, teaching singing and taking care of the fam are taking all my time. But life is good!<br /><br />This photo of Zack made me laugh :) Thought I would post it for the 3 1/2 of you who may still check this blog occasionally...<br /><br />Happy Spring Break!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjbgfL4T1ZlfM9_ICnlPTXJ3Z8n5gjzvA4vu8MOwunE-v-Bx-uFwkuOtP9uicNX5MgcJqsPdJgXwLpNwBZe6xrKGaJJSS2xEKEd9QE5ox1Lilw4eVfUHdhyfAqtkjE5L3SRA4SlLS9LCnT/s1600/IMGP1721+edit1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452996861658791762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjbgfL4T1ZlfM9_ICnlPTXJ3Z8n5gjzvA4vu8MOwunE-v-Bx-uFwkuOtP9uicNX5MgcJqsPdJgXwLpNwBZe6xrKGaJJSS2xEKEd9QE5ox1Lilw4eVfUHdhyfAqtkjE5L3SRA4SlLS9LCnT/s400/IMGP1721+edit1.jpg" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-23523588155729548652010-03-03T20:51:00.000-08:002010-03-03T20:55:01.763-08:00Maya - 6 Weeks Old.I know I am a slacker of a blogger lately, but can you blame me? I get to spend nearly ALL my time with this precious baby girl. She is an incredibly good baby. So very blessed! Her brothers love her too, the lucky little girl!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5oSQj3q20LePFwgyFfopnfxT6k08ZN3FlASKaUM7PpqlYq3gImJy2EHd4lZRcgmRcAYbcEzkl67M77T_HZRcfOQLRIVGtJQ2KwrWHTGawl_tnX2bOosHcL9TQd_c1Vh23iv9c_BSjYbnl/s1600-h/IMGP0375+edit1+fav.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 686px; HEIGHT: 446px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444636922802141090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5oSQj3q20LePFwgyFfopnfxT6k08ZN3FlASKaUM7PpqlYq3gImJy2EHd4lZRcgmRcAYbcEzkl67M77T_HZRcfOQLRIVGtJQ2KwrWHTGawl_tnX2bOosHcL9TQd_c1Vh23iv9c_BSjYbnl/s800/IMGP0375+edit1+fav.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Al0zM7PdxOU7KMhqhULb94M-ldYSkOSjPUDceojIdnKB5UEaGWeRiwS5ITzUd_Vcoi3lgIYnE6-tgVP3wVs4eLBIn8VlBijAXkoP5tRk_IuljGAgwBuYTTXljX0m-FTctAU3DcTSf2MH/s1600-h/IMGP0372+edit1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 683px; HEIGHT: 440px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444636910464570994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Al0zM7PdxOU7KMhqhULb94M-ldYSkOSjPUDceojIdnKB5UEaGWeRiwS5ITzUd_Vcoi3lgIYnE6-tgVP3wVs4eLBIn8VlBijAXkoP5tRk_IuljGAgwBuYTTXljX0m-FTctAU3DcTSf2MH/s800/IMGP0372+edit1.jpg" /></a><br /><div> </div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-30707620479293142882010-02-25T12:13:00.001-08:002010-02-25T13:28:25.215-08:00The Lost Review - The Lighthouse<div>Oh my goodness, I actually have a little time today to do a LOST review...not sure if anyone reading this might care, but it is a good release for me! Ugh - I still can't believe its the last season. What will I LIVE for??</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sBYm7Irp_Y0xnCMKsebCn_uTkXa9tT5o2C3CKsXrfn-_M4UmdAFSSbZVpKDVaXI13fIF7M3_NE7nhsDkMULoffHB_UJ2vfRUdVfko6O4zShbpKOBXW0azMHiMStBED9ny7dZ4XJBmhtV/s1600-h/lost.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442295735880737650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sBYm7Irp_Y0xnCMKsebCn_uTkXa9tT5o2C3CKsXrfn-_M4UmdAFSSbZVpKDVaXI13fIF7M3_NE7nhsDkMULoffHB_UJ2vfRUdVfko6O4zShbpKOBXW0azMHiMStBED9ny7dZ4XJBmhtV/s400/lost.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>So here goes the show, from beginning to end, episode "The Lighthouse" with comments from me here and there...</div><br /><div></div><div>Jack doesn't remember having his appendix out. Weird</div><br /><div></div><div>Jack has a son that looks just like him.</div><div></div><br /><div>"I could eat." -- Hurley. Really?</div><div></div><br /><div>Jacob says someone is coming to the Island. Goody!</div><br /><div></div><div>Jack and his son don't seem to have a good relationship. Who is the mom of Jack's son? Someone we know?</div><div></div><br /><div>Claire seems totally normal except for the fact she doesn't wash her hair and is now a carbon copy of Rousseau.</div><div></div><br /><div>Best line of the night...from Hurley. "He's dead, turns up wherever he wants ... like Obi-Wan Kenobi." </div><div></div><br /><div>So Claire is nutso, and she thinks The Others have Aaron.</div><div></div><br /><div>"I'm not by myself." - Claire. I was thinking this was Christian, but no!</div><div></div><br /><div>If a crazy woman with an axe asks you if you are still her friend, you always say YES. Jin is no dummy.</div><br /><div></div><div>Jack and Hurley found Shannon's inhaler and the caves. Are we going to see Shannon again?</div><br /><div></div><div>"What if these skeletons are us?" - Hurley. My thoughts exactly, Hurley. I'll bet they ARE. Been thinking that since season one.</div><br /><div></div><div>Jack is surprised they've never seen the lighthouse before -- AND SO AM I. Can they really just throw in a huge tall structure and expect us to think it has always been there? Come ON. But OK, I'm a fan and I will roll with it. For now. </div><div></div><br /><div>Despite all the evidence, Claire still whacked that guy in the stomach with an ax. So, yep ... she's crazy.</div><br /><div></div><div>Jack's kid can really play the piano - do we know of any woman he may have inherited that from? </div><div></div><br /><div>I paused the TV as Hurley made the mirrors move around, and there are names crossed out at each space. "Linus" is one of them, and it appears "Wallace" is at 108 -- but that's crossed out too.</div><div></div><br /><div>Jack found his name on the wheel and is turning the lighthouse to that number. "It's the house I grew up in ... He's been watching us the whole time." If you want answers, try not breaking the magic mirrors. Just saying. </div><div></div><br /><div>Jacob - "I had to get you and Jack as far away from that temple as I could ... because someone is coming there. Someone bad." </div><div></div><br /><div>Now Jin has decided the correct course of action is to lie to a crazy person. I do not think this is a wise choice.</div><div></div><br /><div>"Am I interrupting?" Not Locke aka Man in Black aka Smokey. This must be the bad man headed to the temple. </div><br /><div></div><div>"That's not John, this is my friend." -Claire</div><div></div><br /><div>Not a lot of answered questions, but this episode really feels like a bridge to another one. Let's hope so! I've said ot before and I will say it again...I want to know more about LIBBY! And who is Jack's baby mama? </div><br /><div></div><div>Thoughts? How did you (any LOST fans out there?) Enjoy the episode?</div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-46554062319303896572010-01-24T09:02:00.001-08:002010-01-24T09:05:15.721-08:00More Photos of Beautiful MayaMy friend Gwen took these photos of Maya for us - it was nice just being the mommy and not the photographer too! Simply beautiful. We are LOVING her! Thank you Gwen, for these precious memories!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFUd-jrZCRfT6h3MNuBkCzzMQt_cy1cVlnHHa1stqwR5dQIqdK0hgflHJ9Xfej6HiVnXvNZrmYQC92Ey-_Egxli2ro7_zuskKv2ZPNPntSPJ4GW-vzmlW5OkP6ku65DTLYQNKTU5MZq6X_/s1600-h/IMG_9652.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 800px; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430353169476768930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFUd-jrZCRfT6h3MNuBkCzzMQt_cy1cVlnHHa1stqwR5dQIqdK0hgflHJ9Xfej6HiVnXvNZrmYQC92Ey-_Egxli2ro7_zuskKv2ZPNPntSPJ4GW-vzmlW5OkP6ku65DTLYQNKTU5MZq6X_/s800/IMG_9652.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikS63dJgVDv2kPq5CFLBUpbcJvP0BlEgcK6oeEKQhNSk6Iaqj1ZaDsPBMh4pr48j3j9-cYk8q0VezwVcUCtmh9WNpkvkqyYAPYKje6T1SJLtbtdzjwhLqoYkNpjZid4Y0qdPtFkrmV5yLj/s1600-h/IMG_9678.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 800px; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430353177862963378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikS63dJgVDv2kPq5CFLBUpbcJvP0BlEgcK6oeEKQhNSk6Iaqj1ZaDsPBMh4pr48j3j9-cYk8q0VezwVcUCtmh9WNpkvkqyYAPYKje6T1SJLtbtdzjwhLqoYkNpjZid4Y0qdPtFkrmV5yLj/s800/IMG_9678.jpg" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-47949780536630500262010-01-20T16:52:00.001-08:002010-01-20T16:57:30.430-08:00She's HERE!Say hello to our newest family member, <strong>Maya Angie Madsen</strong>. <span style="font-size:78%;">( Angie is for my Grandmother, who passed away 7 years ago to the day that Maya came to our home.)</span><br /><br /><br />6 lbs. 11 oz, 20 1/2 inches, born Jan. 17, 2010 to a woman who has selflessly given her to us so she can become part of our eternal family.<br /><br /><br />Perfection. God's work at its finest. We love her already.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQrV00QBuQlPXNTaeaOr4yl51mBRA34urrAToy1LwXas4rCH7BFb00-5vFXvmUvgnEo18TAjcBB4WH3cFZKKhGG8_BsyS4MbHZKJWJdBPmGO-zN19kIxRkxcyOl6Y3zidPHH-5-j7x_8Dz/s1600-h/IMGP9148+Maya1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 800px; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428990305151271026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQrV00QBuQlPXNTaeaOr4yl51mBRA34urrAToy1LwXas4rCH7BFb00-5vFXvmUvgnEo18TAjcBB4WH3cFZKKhGG8_BsyS4MbHZKJWJdBPmGO-zN19kIxRkxcyOl6Y3zidPHH-5-j7x_8Dz/s800/IMGP9148+Maya1.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAqgGq2rpTWe6jcPhWWEP87YXG0Z0jABsnJdIsu4TXTzyg1QAOVedOhaRelJWw34I7ibTqXhIamt6TZIbfJL4fFlp924fCdz0sTxNm9p_ioXZI9Bn9dLYJYbb2f3KmYnxTpL_RnMerGqn9/s1600-h/IMGP9155+Maya2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 800px; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428990316899622866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAqgGq2rpTWe6jcPhWWEP87YXG0Z0jABsnJdIsu4TXTzyg1QAOVedOhaRelJWw34I7ibTqXhIamt6TZIbfJL4fFlp924fCdz0sTxNm9p_ioXZI9Bn9dLYJYbb2f3KmYnxTpL_RnMerGqn9/s800/IMGP9155+Maya2.jpg" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-70130565190218607032010-01-17T12:47:00.001-08:002010-01-17T13:02:40.097-08:00A Bike, a Book and the Boy is a Basket-ballerJust a little update on our goings-on of late...<br /><br /><div align="left">Zack got a sweet new bike for Christmas, and has been doing a lot of riding on it. Yes, WITH a helmet. This is the obligatory pose-on-the-new-bike picture for mom.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO504xu8S5aRp6hZhEvWvazoUzPPBr0NIft8fblWGf9L4n2Q29W5RaxrHwawI08UvdG-j_0Hx2M_bS3qrap1NQs22jQiml9qv50ElTfff-_m975kkGTVuJiiSbM2u6ZCktHswNJP7jLI55/s1600-h/DSC03462+Zack+bike.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 800px; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427813835085640690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO504xu8S5aRp6hZhEvWvazoUzPPBr0NIft8fblWGf9L4n2Q29W5RaxrHwawI08UvdG-j_0Hx2M_bS3qrap1NQs22jQiml9qv50ElTfff-_m975kkGTVuJiiSbM2u6ZCktHswNJP7jLI55/s800/DSC03462+Zack+bike.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">(and yes, our neighbor has an El Camino, Deal with it.)</span></div><div align="left"><br />I caught Dylan sitting at the kitchen table the other day, reading like this. Totally at home. Notice he is reading a book about the presidents. Just ask him how tall James Madison was. He knows! </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0NLjXihoja7YWOax2O8pi7uM7HzhxAmih68-eDls9idDqvadS6RbiXcrWRugi2g_GNOSUbffJUnayRLaDzU6yYz8defBCWdkmNc_huTgmYM4goPKMEdM0bpsgGV1c8MRT_O5VxpwW1vK/s1600-h/DSC03467+Dylan+reading.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 800px; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427813823017824898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0NLjXihoja7YWOax2O8pi7uM7HzhxAmih68-eDls9idDqvadS6RbiXcrWRugi2g_GNOSUbffJUnayRLaDzU6yYz8defBCWdkmNc_huTgmYM4goPKMEdM0bpsgGV1c8MRT_O5VxpwW1vK/s800/DSC03467+Dylan+reading.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">(FYI - James Madison was only 5'4". Can you say "little man syndrome?" And yes, those are the Halloween candy bags sitting there, with some candy STILL in them. Matt finally put them away the other day.)</span><br /><br />And lo and behold, Dylan has started playing basketball! He's the kid with the gigantic arrow above his head. I posted this picture to illustrate his height. Notice he is taller than ALL the other 2nd graders. Oh yea! Hello, Cooper genes!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFhqpVBF0RCrMh_BG5iWdjQorW6IyyeZMttzLA0DUoAdhO4-N6fRjXMVucE-er-WCkmEv9Nk5AuzYDibzeki1O7wMKLMqciRpEhLFwU73VQF1dKgT9j49rYsZN1Q9QGK3ANdnBjWC0yJVr/s1600-h/DSC03480+Dylan+bball+2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 800px; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427813817740461474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFhqpVBF0RCrMh_BG5iWdjQorW6IyyeZMttzLA0DUoAdhO4-N6fRjXMVucE-er-WCkmEv9Nk5AuzYDibzeki1O7wMKLMqciRpEhLFwU73VQF1dKgT9j49rYsZN1Q9QGK3ANdnBjWC0yJVr/s800/DSC03480+Dylan+bball+2.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">(he's also the cutest kid there, but that should be obvious.)</span><br /><br />And check out his defensive skills! GO DYLAN! He was counting down the days until basketball started. We put a hoop up outside yesterday. Poppi told him he has to shoot 100 times a day. I am ALL for that!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5Jx5KXOojUg_XLCVUjlSd2ZO7VU_LMn-dgTUMlivz2J03xyI5TMEeA7wX3pz0__oHSqKppzaIsYP2Lu8stMtH-S7i6doQfiAjHkL8dvuK30WrM4pRqXLTQMwFzDNCmbqdO1r4OEZdHO1/s1600-h/DSC03482+Dylan+bball.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 800px; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427813807625742914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5Jx5KXOojUg_XLCVUjlSd2ZO7VU_LMn-dgTUMlivz2J03xyI5TMEeA7wX3pz0__oHSqKppzaIsYP2Lu8stMtH-S7i6doQfiAjHkL8dvuK30WrM4pRqXLTQMwFzDNCmbqdO1r4OEZdHO1/s800/DSC03482+Dylan+bball.jpg" /></a><br /><div>And so our 2010 begins. </div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-62365143377190379932010-01-04T15:22:00.001-08:002010-01-04T15:28:22.941-08:00Mine.I mean, I know they're MINE and all, but I'm pretty sure that even if they WEREN'T, I would still think they were pretty darn adorable.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuTDhvINthluEMzMhMY8Xo3N1uTKjYPMm-bXU1LceQ8ccsn9sElujXiABd-ikMpZHwR9vueuzSd8gY7j6bzEnxrdgPNQIEHr6z4BwIu5O-ICYlx4_JZc3qzYyaadAKxuu7WI6BK7ySmEK/s1600-h/IMGP8025+edit1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 686px; HEIGHT: 447px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423029567455562034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuTDhvINthluEMzMhMY8Xo3N1uTKjYPMm-bXU1LceQ8ccsn9sElujXiABd-ikMpZHwR9vueuzSd8gY7j6bzEnxrdgPNQIEHr6z4BwIu5O-ICYlx4_JZc3qzYyaadAKxuu7WI6BK7ySmEK/s800/IMGP8025+edit1.jpg" /></a><br /><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOeeXVabOqYBt3iOFEXMZQJWX3j1Sr3C_LxVWe9jtkcOTJZ7CFnh82nJHb29itlV78OzDtKLPK8P4-nYqWJQ0WmnYYVegRbrL0ETqod52bM18Gur20YuIDfP1LxmL62OCldMXlzN6MGrz/s1600-h/IMGP8013+edit1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 684px; HEIGHT: 444px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423029559666817762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOeeXVabOqYBt3iOFEXMZQJWX3j1Sr3C_LxVWe9jtkcOTJZ7CFnh82nJHb29itlV78OzDtKLPK8P4-nYqWJQ0WmnYYVegRbrL0ETqod52bM18Gur20YuIDfP1LxmL62OCldMXlzN6MGrz/s800/IMGP8013+edit1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-nQGZalp4wikGaGxUdQNYAr1rKVLUQKByxKJ-O6qulehyqnViR8oeWISabZETFBmrTAgwvxWbK2Yfd4mo7XvU_rfyb8eKkzsMrS_4bHRg6_UvDoS2bJufmbJT3F4cA0floRZ9YNcIUmqj/s1600-h/IMGP7990+edit1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 683px; HEIGHT: 439px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423029550131825298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-nQGZalp4wikGaGxUdQNYAr1rKVLUQKByxKJ-O6qulehyqnViR8oeWISabZETFBmrTAgwvxWbK2Yfd4mo7XvU_rfyb8eKkzsMrS_4bHRg6_UvDoS2bJufmbJT3F4cA0floRZ9YNcIUmqj/s800/IMGP7990+edit1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-60076584039500172912009-12-25T08:44:00.001-08:002009-12-25T08:50:10.495-08:00Little Known Fact<div align="center">Wise men, shepherds and a drummer boy weren't the ONLY ones there.</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUF0QokaOnjZV7L8bYIOdjzY56HiXW_0abBOM8RBuv8Ra1ZnXgvu1CtihhJbRJgj0q9S53chEEc40c-qnn9TNAgCqKxFllIUWpGOnwk7ShAbHIJiP9M7ijQUg2jZNZO3pbU8NHRmvbXOO/s1600-h/DSC03443+edit1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 700px; HEIGHT: 487px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419215854749182674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUF0QokaOnjZV7L8bYIOdjzY56HiXW_0abBOM8RBuv8Ra1ZnXgvu1CtihhJbRJgj0q9S53chEEc40c-qnn9TNAgCqKxFllIUWpGOnwk7ShAbHIJiP9M7ijQUg2jZNZO3pbU8NHRmvbXOO/s800/DSC03443+edit1.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(You'd think that one of my kids would have placed Godzilla in the Nativity, right? Nope. It was my hubby. </span><span style="font-size:78%;">Yet another reason why I truly LOVE this man.)</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Merry</span> <span style="color:#009900;">Christmas!</span></span></p>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-31947205114788075002009-12-17T09:33:00.000-08:002009-12-17T09:59:08.736-08:00Respect, A Christmas (I Mean Winter) Concert, and a Little Adam SandlerZack was chosen to be student of the month! His teacher chose him from all of his classmates because he exemplifies the pillar of <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>RESPECT.</strong></span> Makes a mother proud.<br /><br />He, along with the other three kids who were chosen from his grade, got to sit on the stage after having their names called and have their lunch, along with an ice cream treat, in front of the entire 5th and 6th grade. <span style="font-size:78%;">(I am still debating in my head whether that is a good reward or not. My "head" jury is still out on that one. Zack seemed to like it.)</span> He also came home with a lotta loot in the form of gift certificates. Matt is a coupon kind of guy, so that went over pretty well at our house.<br /><br /><strong>Hooray for Zack, the respectful one!</strong> He also gets props for calling me up on the stage to sit with him. One of the other moms came up to see her son and he told her NOT to sit down with him, he was too embarassed! Shame on that boy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLsHmz3a6aVtSJ6EYuAT8Z-Huw5KIroNnKqH-Q9keMCI4yNCMKwD322vMWuRM6YSgkq045RpLIbAGwP6X7RfeRFiX-vxj31tgH9e6uK8z_TKXrlxAnGcqkCpcSIbLsn0K24ied1uBaLX3/s1600-h/IMGP7293+edit1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 679px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416260057312793106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLsHmz3a6aVtSJ6EYuAT8Z-Huw5KIroNnKqH-Q9keMCI4yNCMKwD322vMWuRM6YSgkq045RpLIbAGwP6X7RfeRFiX-vxj31tgH9e6uK8z_TKXrlxAnGcqkCpcSIbLsn0K24ied1uBaLX3/s800/IMGP7293+edit1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />No, it's not a CHRISTMAS concert, folks! Say it with me...<span style="font-size:180%;">WIN-TER CON-CERT</span>. The second graders put on a great concert singing their WINTER songs for us. Dylan especially liked the Hanukkah song. <span style="font-size:78%;">(Not the Adam Sandler version - the one where they count down the eight days. Though the Adam Sandler version would have been truly awesome.) </span><br /><br />Look at him singing his heart out! What form! Nice open mouth! Focusing on the director! Do you think his mom is a voice teacher? Anyway, on the right are his two church buddies Jackie and Brynley. I love that they got to be next to one another.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnXeRdjJNTSk8vWrev0zmsF7vvAuS3cL1VVtM9wHygth6X7QKyD7h9eSs_urEec7p_dSX58496_R2bMQan95B4a2UJspTCrQBgVllnnJkVOrNzgX88r5nvuyy8U5jY_jnhUBsT_mBaV1pn/s1600-h/IMGP7278+edit1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 684px; HEIGHT: 456px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416260049089998850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnXeRdjJNTSk8vWrev0zmsF7vvAuS3cL1VVtM9wHygth6X7QKyD7h9eSs_urEec7p_dSX58496_R2bMQan95B4a2UJspTCrQBgVllnnJkVOrNzgX88r5nvuyy8U5jY_jnhUBsT_mBaV1pn/s800/IMGP7278+edit1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHcRRaB_U5zfW2y2Ta9LQbGwG6hYxaiPqiJbwnPc6DQl4qUNx1wiACHsuNQ2S7bUW0xaQ1pPF3rRSffno0WFoOJbEAJ30PEjEQydCsS3_C_BgHNMTuqugT3yf2JdQQh6XqKdFH5ds7RlHf/s1600-h/IMGP7275+edit1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 684px; HEIGHT: 457px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416260044980599906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHcRRaB_U5zfW2y2Ta9LQbGwG6hYxaiPqiJbwnPc6DQl4qUNx1wiACHsuNQ2S7bUW0xaQ1pPF3rRSffno0WFoOJbEAJ30PEjEQydCsS3_C_BgHNMTuqugT3yf2JdQQh6XqKdFH5ds7RlHf/s800/IMGP7275+edit1.jpg" /></a><br />Here's the whole 2nd grade. Dylan is smack in the middle with the big black arrow pointing at his head. I love Elementary concerts! Truly!<br /><br />And just for fun, here's Adam Sandler's newest version of the Hanukkah song.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBQ4-JY-kuc&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBQ4-JY-kuc&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-68821584847482943532009-12-10T12:07:00.000-08:002009-12-10T12:12:57.031-08:00Now THAT'S Honesty.<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mKC95ofed0bnbnkXkxQ1EaECc2S-ifJ7u45-jPv6rjQvJAWeKeAAeotEowHdulIFoQXL0-f7Lonxh6Y2523sSXmkuZIInPxHJtNcOiu2QpcwmaqvFO-kvOuRhI48pS0vpWoKIYhhQJT7/s1600-h/letter+to+santa+09.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 674px; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413702445856066594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mKC95ofed0bnbnkXkxQ1EaECc2S-ifJ7u45-jPv6rjQvJAWeKeAAeotEowHdulIFoQXL0-f7Lonxh6Y2523sSXmkuZIInPxHJtNcOiu2QpcwmaqvFO-kvOuRhI48pS0vpWoKIYhhQJT7/s800/letter+to+santa+09.jpg" /></a></p><p align="left"> </p><p align="center">He didn't even <strong>ASK</strong> for anything. </p><p align="center">Wait, wait...so does this mean we don't have to buy anything?</p>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-31892775656954261702009-12-04T11:04:00.000-08:002009-12-04T11:17:31.684-08:00Sun Maid Girls Gets Implants<div align="center">Betty Crocker gets a makeover? Fine. Aunt Jemima's look is updated? That's ok. I wasn't a fan of the bandana look anyway. But mess with the Sun Maid girl? Alright, now you've just gone </div><div align="center"><strong>too</strong> <strong>far.</strong></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLMw6NSAZUEzHk0XAtpjmlp9Mj3dZBFho9FtBdXoUdFy8KVCzMeqvUxQqvwKZuvCP1Zj3N0WMYk-b2odDq6Ch8A4wTAEV71AY6CtDX0kzdOO3-zEOEzVgq3t5nKaX1kRSE0DqE1Ble99Z/s1600-h/old+sun+maid.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411459495534692690" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLMw6NSAZUEzHk0XAtpjmlp9Mj3dZBFho9FtBdXoUdFy8KVCzMeqvUxQqvwKZuvCP1Zj3N0WMYk-b2odDq6Ch8A4wTAEV71AY6CtDX0kzdOO3-zEOEzVgq3t5nKaX1kRSE0DqE1Ble99Z/s800/old+sun+maid.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">wholesome, sweet Sun Maid raisin girl</div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmasd27Z1we5axrPsb8r7Z2fUTF3ne5g2LON0TFGWeEBnMFd2udN5dL_OQ-7pQOZbNgNToky2y4WMVluv0L-koZLibKIm489EletivDfZsPr9eic6udejC3qgIvbEwizTZ4QWI08ia0G6H/s1600-h/new+sun+maid.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411459499341514754" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmasd27Z1we5axrPsb8r7Z2fUTF3ne5g2LON0TFGWeEBnMFd2udN5dL_OQ-7pQOZbNgNToky2y4WMVluv0L-koZLibKIm489EletivDfZsPr9eic6udejC3qgIvbEwizTZ4QWI08ia0G6H/s800/new+sun+maid.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Sun maid girl after her visit to Dr. Rey</p><p align="center">What is this world coming to? Before you know it, Little Debbie will be sporting fishnets and thick black eyeliner. </p><p align="center">Stop the madness! </p>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-24004056482357271382009-12-01T11:35:00.000-08:002009-12-01T11:36:31.351-08:00Creativity Rules.<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCFCeJTEzNU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCFCeJTEzNU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456607117280411411.post-4138932940986598382009-11-30T20:14:00.000-08:002009-11-30T20:48:24.418-08:00ThE HaPpIeSt PlAcE oN eArThHooray for Disneyland! Matt and I decided to take the kiddos plus Zack's best bud Ryan to Disneyland last week for two days of memory-making. Mission accomplished.<br /><br />Here they are, waiting in line to get into the park. They are a TAD bit excited, in case you can't tell. Even Matt!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWmhKJRxbZzJdI-Fx_njgbCXlHvtXuYTRTkeWpew3BlbfoZSsM990wTMBt0T3svQt6aq-rnqCw8GlfG_-oFevZP9iLEBBeGwdxvSP9wJ2SEuKYOJrEMIvVpavTcea39oL1BivWhQjPHSt/s1600/DSC03328.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 651px; HEIGHT: 462px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410119287926295330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWmhKJRxbZzJdI-Fx_njgbCXlHvtXuYTRTkeWpew3BlbfoZSsM990wTMBt0T3svQt6aq-rnqCw8GlfG_-oFevZP9iLEBBeGwdxvSP9wJ2SEuKYOJrEMIvVpavTcea39oL1BivWhQjPHSt/s800/DSC03328.JPG" /></a><br /><br />All the boys, just after going on our first ride, Pirates of the Caribbean. I loved how they added Jack Sparrow to everything. He looked so real that it was slightly freaky.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFjQXxgsWdTW_xU-zvsgEkzMIWJRzh289SKnPWkfw9ZR49BivmgfJw9JrATkWr_WnK2P4jbYSfHhTBljPKBEB2qghkf3KotRojkKZLcr3bmvmr7SNbFpThXWwYc6E2ZvXDB8pbQMZw_OqB/s1600/DSC03336.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410119282461288130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFjQXxgsWdTW_xU-zvsgEkzMIWJRzh289SKnPWkfw9ZR49BivmgfJw9JrATkWr_WnK2P4jbYSfHhTBljPKBEB2qghkf3KotRojkKZLcr3bmvmr7SNbFpThXWwYc6E2ZvXDB8pbQMZw_OqB/s400/DSC03336.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Z and D at California Adventure near the enormous ferris wheel. I like this picture. Pure HAPPINESS.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9NbcbHf4swqTTY3gXiOJOR_oyrmKH3QmdBTP67jeGUzOtl-oFJy1AsXjRdJ9rddulzdLTKad2RE9i61mA0XJeTSkSonXdkPLGuSl0npeAI57QLGjJalDLoGblkA1gK7BYxp0dZMUfHFz7/s1600/DSC03343.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 506px; HEIGHT: 698px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410119271069744370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9NbcbHf4swqTTY3gXiOJOR_oyrmKH3QmdBTP67jeGUzOtl-oFJy1AsXjRdJ9rddulzdLTKad2RE9i61mA0XJeTSkSonXdkPLGuSl0npeAI57QLGjJalDLoGblkA1gK7BYxp0dZMUfHFz7/s800/DSC03343.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Dylan was chosen for Jedi Training! Awesome! He was TOTALLY into it and VERY serious about learning all the moves and fighting Darth Maul. Such a cool show!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgCcypoEFNm-DAyAChURXs9aN6QTf4hB_cEKmpnmN2CoA0LPIlSB0GP3SWyt9rkaz-XN0pnhY0SKzADQwxxUjitamTFmrcrxWk-hHRWa61fNAyjfRhVYITCA_CJ9etCqr_RXEtyHCkHhD/s1600/DSC03382.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410119263368451682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgCcypoEFNm-DAyAChURXs9aN6QTf4hB_cEKmpnmN2CoA0LPIlSB0GP3SWyt9rkaz-XN0pnhY0SKzADQwxxUjitamTFmrcrxWk-hHRWa61fNAyjfRhVYITCA_CJ9etCqr_RXEtyHCkHhD/s400/DSC03382.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Graduate of the Jedi Academy. Happy.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgvmhYTZ62FM_bGmC4wcoYEeJOnPW2fT4QXDxaI24n-QCTrXmEy-IbvGvTy8BCqK54xG2pTSw7iMNPevGsCE0gPZKthpLFCCflR0PC8_A1xI8R6J86iXUuDyY8qQ5P239dNzlABkGpDcA/s1600/DSC03393.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410119260467714578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgvmhYTZ62FM_bGmC4wcoYEeJOnPW2fT4QXDxaI24n-QCTrXmEy-IbvGvTy8BCqK54xG2pTSw7iMNPevGsCE0gPZKthpLFCCflR0PC8_A1xI8R6J86iXUuDyY8qQ5P239dNzlABkGpDcA/s400/DSC03393.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Dylan, Zack and Ryan waiting in line to go on the Toy Story ride in California Adventure. It was WAY better than I expected! Loved it! </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0w7Hw6k5gNyp8b6UESC63mQbwNUa_PgVGGe9nc4LSysCOiFGRgj-g1_GZwUnB6BuO61ooyshWABOKaz3o7pc0oSRPNn37p_ZvydBPZ_omQsIjY8d8t3_XKU4fDEksvwf8YSwL81bmO8di/s1600/DSC03347.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 676px; HEIGHT: 484px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410118009341587666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0w7Hw6k5gNyp8b6UESC63mQbwNUa_PgVGGe9nc4LSysCOiFGRgj-g1_GZwUnB6BuO61ooyshWABOKaz3o7pc0oSRPNn37p_ZvydBPZ_omQsIjY8d8t3_XKU4fDEksvwf8YSwL81bmO8di/s800/DSC03347.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Dad and Dyl waiting in line for Grizzly Rapids. We got SOAKED.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6g8qbJNyYChViUIV6-p89Ml-TyMtUcHh1SUUGULSUK1C6bW0Dgn9gpHDtnTpO6eq9JUR5r8pvahSWAY-WPEU7Ln-54xH4UUyUWto2YgQzDjpHnWVNYg6r0G15VOOgc40Ss7JmJNywat84/s1600/DSC03341.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 486px; HEIGHT: 685px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410117999222305858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6g8qbJNyYChViUIV6-p89Ml-TyMtUcHh1SUUGULSUK1C6bW0Dgn9gpHDtnTpO6eq9JUR5r8pvahSWAY-WPEU7Ln-54xH4UUyUWto2YgQzDjpHnWVNYg6r0G15VOOgc40Ss7JmJNywat84/s800/DSC03341.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>Dylan saw this on the trash can and said to me, <strong>"Why does it say waste please? They want us to WASTE? You're not supposed to waste. Wasting is bad!" </strong></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_G2V62Q9g1c3vkT5EKX4hXW9EkEm_gu2pTjRrnZZT4_p9SpxB9FjDpIBbAlAX_4mEJrjlF4rrpqgAYJDLGjmQ6KWxQfLs-vGOX-AWr8_KVXToVFsP2q1Rpy_n_bcxyun06adh6wmX0ZwN/s1600/DSC03351.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410117992220260850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_G2V62Q9g1c3vkT5EKX4hXW9EkEm_gu2pTjRrnZZT4_p9SpxB9FjDpIBbAlAX_4mEJrjlF4rrpqgAYJDLGjmQ6KWxQfLs-vGOX-AWr8_KVXToVFsP2q1Rpy_n_bcxyun06adh6wmX0ZwN/s400/DSC03351.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Proof that I was there.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaNaqjGuBwkpMJna3zx3KnMatYHgdwioro5ATxd1-MqmunZbjTaOJS34JfAQMF3MNZ9YQgZUaqdm0_nLommvykHKQ_1jrnxsMqnLEekVcV-1yMpU_GRI_NqupPqyu6tvwf3o10GkSEqZTK/s1600/DSC03335.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymuvvL_ZOdLvLMY0LbHubI8tuU5yvOTe2RkOR1ieWDUuH1J9NSWnIlxO__QwRZp3XHYxlqn6aRvae4bVMNqtOwd6CWZlLC6tyq8t5gwREmfg1aIiOTAbF6M1pNZI5MOMiqHy2WCz_gBJS/s1600/DSC03335.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 662px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410123882297511506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymuvvL_ZOdLvLMY0LbHubI8tuU5yvOTe2RkOR1ieWDUuH1J9NSWnIlxO__QwRZp3XHYxlqn6aRvae4bVMNqtOwd6CWZlLC6tyq8t5gwREmfg1aIiOTAbF6M1pNZI5MOMiqHy2WCz_gBJS/s800/DSC03335.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><div>We survived! </div></div></div></div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08360770351353618873noreply@blogger.com4