tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34897275821818096902024-03-12T21:19:03.498-07:00World-Wide-Webb FamStephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-83339745916277797442010-03-15T23:49:00.000-07:002010-03-15T23:51:53.500-07:00Savor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VkDH5dGoQ9aElQFACya_oEx1aCXcdJFMFvpdmk5GUe5gm4p4reZ8R8OwQLlIx_RUPSL7CA49IVtLPvLAHXRrLjhUd2paXaVFzlpN8RHLAsl5fMHV4g9vdoUxmRypXloStEgdfIqoJpXs/s1600-h/grapes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 93px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VkDH5dGoQ9aElQFACya_oEx1aCXcdJFMFvpdmk5GUe5gm4p4reZ8R8OwQLlIx_RUPSL7CA49IVtLPvLAHXRrLjhUd2paXaVFzlpN8RHLAsl5fMHV4g9vdoUxmRypXloStEgdfIqoJpXs/s400/grapes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449120784309507442" /></a><br />Savor. Today I could not get this word out of my head. Over and over again this single word would repeat itself. For some reason that is beyond me, whenever I think of the word savor I think about eating a grape. Today this specific picture would also come into my mind as I thought about what it means to savor something. I began to reflect on the things in my life that I often take for granted. What things would I miss if they were gone? I would miss the way my heart pounds when I hear a song that is so beautiful it touches my soul. I would miss the refreshing feeling of the rain as it kissed my skin. I would miss Stephens warm hand brush against my cheek. I would miss the little giggles that fill the air of my home. I would miss hearing “I love you” from my sweet children who truly understand what love is. <br />As I thought about these things, the picture of eating a grape made more and more sense to me. The flavor of a grape is so subtle; one almost has to concentrate to enjoy the true flavor in its abundance. As quickly as the flavor was there it is also gone. Such it is with life. Those little moments that seem quite and subtle are the ones that you will miss the most. Those moments are the ones we have to savor. <br />This also made my thoughts turn to how very personal and loving our Heavenly Father is. We have an opportunity to savor those most precious and delicate things through our Savior. If ever we have to miss those little giggles, we have the gospel of Jesus Christ to give us hope that it will be but a short time. What a blessing it is to have those things in our lives worth savoring!Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-16261586836865658722009-12-08T14:40:00.001-08:002009-12-08T14:40:46.930-08:00Great Gift IdeaHello Family and Friends! I have teamed up with a good friend and great professional to create some amazing Holiday Packages! The pricing on these services are only for a limited time so take advantage of the holiday pricing and stock up. Massage and Facials are a great gift for everyone! Ideal for the person who has everything! Give the gift of health, relaxation, and pampering! Or just tell that special someone that this is what they are getting you!<br /><br />Contact me via email:<br /><br /> <br /><br />littlered527@yahoo.com<br /><br />Or phone: 480.375.1455<br /><br />For more information or to order your gift certificate today! Please feel free to pass this on to anyone and everyone you know who might be interested!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Christmas Packages<br />60 Min. Massage $50<br />90 Min. Massage $80<br />60 min. Facial $50<br />60 Min. Massage & 60 Min. Facial $100<br />90 Min. Massage & 60 Min. Facial $130<br />Full Body Scrub $30<br /><br />Body Wrap $50<br />10 60 Min. Massages or Facials $500<br />5 60 Min. Massages or Facials$280<br />3 60 Min. Massages or Facials$185<br />Chemical Peel W/Product to take home $50<br />Free Eyebrow Wax W/Any Facial Package!! FREE<br />Or Build Your Own Package! Any service combo!<br />Add to any package: Box Sees Candy, Foot Scrub,<br />A Gold Canyon Candle to Take Home, Custom<br />Blended Massage Cream, Or Hot Stones just $10Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-56151089256698510122009-08-22T12:17:00.000-07:002009-08-22T12:51:57.821-07:00PlaylistI've fought with myself ever since I started my blog on whether or not I was going to add a play list on here or not. For the most part I didn't to because most of the music I listen to is pretty rowdy and Im pretty sure most of you would just hit the mute button every time you wanted to read a new post anyways so why bother. However, anyone who knows me well, knows that music is very important to me. One way that I get to know and understand someone is by finding out about the music that they listen to so i decided to post some of the not so rowdy music that I like so you can get to know me just a little bit better. Don't feel like you have to sit here and listen to all the songs but I always enjoy finding out why a certain song moves someone.<br /><br />If the first song sounds familiar its because it was on a Clorox commercial. I heard it and it took me almost a year to find a downloadable version but I love it! Doesn't it just make you want to dance?!<br /><br />Before you laugh at me for the the lyrics in the second song talking about brothels and bars, listen to the whole song. Its a tribute to the Prodigal Son. <br /><br />I posted the third song because I've told a few of my friends about William Joseph but have never actually showed them how truly brilliant he is, so here you go guys enjoy. <br /><br />The forth song is one that Stephen and I use to sit down together and sing. He'd play his guitar and we'd each take a part to sing, so its kinda nostalgic. Plus who doesn't love the sound of a twelve string?!<br /><br />Fifth song just makes me want to play the piano. Jon Schmidt is Amazing! <br /><br />Sixth is just a dang good song! <br /><br />Seventh Bach's Cello Suit, I know this sounds so corny and cliche but the beginning of this song feeds my sole, I can feel it in every fiber or my being when i listen to it. Sorry the whole song isn't downloaded.<br /><br />Eighth song is just a cute song about a fish : )<br /><br />And the last song is also one of those nostalgic ones. My mom use to listen to this CD when we would clean on Saturdays and I always loved it. Its a kinda repetitive but its still a really pretty song.Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-23594301430696162622009-07-20T11:21:00.001-07:002009-07-20T12:05:08.450-07:00Life's Little..........This post is dedicated to all the little things that make life worth living.<br /><br /><br />Life's little moments-<br />There are some days when I wonder to my self " why do I even bother?" There will be a sink full of dishes tomorrow whether or not I choose to do them today. There is always enough laundry to cloth every homeless person in Phoenix. The kids faces are going to get dirty the next time I turn around. But then there are those little moments in life that make all those things seem a little less important.<br /><br />Watching the kids play together and thoroughly enjoy each others company<br />A kiss on the forehead before Steve heads off to work<br />Listening to the boys say their prayers all by themselves (which I can assure you get quite funny at times)<br />Talking to a friend on the phone and hang up only to realize you've been talking about an hour too long<br /><br /><br />Life's little annoyances-<br />These seem to come to my head much quicker than the good things in life but some how writing them down makes them seem a little less annoying and a little more humorous.<br /><br />HANGERS- Hangers our my mortal enemy! I HATE hangers! First of all the fact that I have hangers means that I've got things that need to be hung up! Strike one! Or how about when you are trying to get something that is hung up but there two or three hangers on top of each other making it quite a work out just to get the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">freakin</span> shirt that you want. Strike two! Last and almost the worst for me is trying to get one hanger out of a pile of hangers while you are trying to hang up your cloths. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Im</span> already mad that I have to hang up cloths but now the hangers get stuck in a little hanger chain and you can't ever grab just one. Its like playing monkeys in a barrel, you end up pulling three or four of them with you. And instead of patiently taking them apart you just violently shake the hangers hoping the tag <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">alongs</span> will fall off, which doesn't work. Strike three hangers you are out!! I kid you not there have been several times when I was putting away laundry and I would shout in frustration and Steve would yell from the other room " Erin, put the hangers down! You're going to hurt someone!" <br /><br />Dropping your keys- For some reason I find this extremely irritating! Must of the time it's because I've got my arms full of kids or groceries or something so it takes great effort for me to bend down and retrieve the keys. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dont</span> know if this is something you do but it seems like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">everytime</span> I drop my keys I can never get them the first time I bend down. I bend to get them grab and start to stand back up with out them in my hands. I repeat this three or four times sometimes before I successfully pick up my keys. Does anyone else do that? Its so frustrating!<br /><br />Stepping in gum- I think this one bugs me because <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Im</span> stepping on something that has been in someone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">elses</span> mouth, SICK! Not to mention the fact that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Im</span> already mad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">cuz</span> they didn't have to courtesy to just put it in a garbage can! Plus you never step on a piece of gum once. Every time you put your foot down you RE STEP on that same piece of gum, dragging little strings of gum behind you! Then you have to worry about getting into your car with the little friend you just picked up! UGH!<br /><br />Life's Little Pleasures<br /><br />Watching someone else step in gum!<br />That first sip of water after a long fast!<br />Cereal<br />The feeling you get after the house is nice and clean<br />Baths!<br /><br />Those are some of the things in my life that keep it interesting and worth living! What are your Life's Little's?Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-79413950593580277612009-05-29T17:33:00.000-07:002009-05-29T18:15:40.660-07:00Practicing Sitting<p>My littler sister has been staying with us this weekend while my parents are at youth conference for their ward. Last night we were browsing through some old pictures and videos of when the kids were littler. For some reason this little clip really stuck our funny bones, we could not stop laughing. Granted it was midnight and we were all hopped up on brownies and a case of the sillies but even still there are just so many funny things about this video. Listen closely to how articulate I am when I say "Jack is better at laying down than he is at sitting" I don't even think the word "sitting" came out of my mouth! The boys look so much different now then they did back then. Check out how Sam sports his PREEMIE onsie, he's practical drowning in it, also something we thought was gut busting! When they were little like this they use to make the funniest noises listen to the little grunts they make the imagine them in their little bassinet together in the middle of the night making ten times as much noise, I'm a little mad at myself for not recording that! I hope you enjoy this as much as we did, maybe you should watch it at midnight with some brownies it might make it a little more funny. </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzu5cQLtt8ms4gQtosV5wHBAoxPCwrFjBWeLySydX-TgtXALb51jhGgrMlGHfJDwpy3IpWmONEeaMpJA792mw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-40509936762153667422009-04-30T15:14:00.000-07:002009-04-30T17:34:54.919-07:00So today I was talkin to a few of my friends about how my boys are always doing naughty things, only to run into this mess later this afternoon. These two little boys sure keep me on my toes. But I have found, a good way to calm myself, in a situation that I could very easily get mad at, is to grab my camera and take a picture or video. For some reason this helps me find humor in the chaos of a disaster. So here you go Liz and Terina, here is a video of those little boys you think are angles, caught in the act!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxXGjFGm-NbJysZBX7CCVT5b4UKNxvT5o8Vk4hnrJmN6OqjdW-o9N9A0hAmja9_DmDnB_wv89fHhzukKzu7Sg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330613310313740594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqVtUd1kBIDf2Luru_lYmoGriFTQNW0n1t4-OM3a4K9Kc__gmXktYZd0tWqG7mDM19OMWzK27P0PSTMO95s9wySDWNu-0_SgzhFeFd_kRzhJv3mpir3jpz4rmMJ6L9By7eR0Wdoy9B2Jc/s400/April+09+025.JPG" border="0" />Also this week they took a bunch of the keys off our computer. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330613307786063234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65WOSgbfVjZHJeJLds4GxGUakPAIyCxanq9mDY_tTAxrGMQMVLySwrsc0wWe-aApYqDDqGXmNsaH9T4im6CdmSAdVbGDwNWP8b46ZXT2r9ekqE7nxrBhYH3usoiTjT1LWR38MxDFIgdYR/s400/April+09+003.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>Poor little Elli doesn't ever do anything wrong so shes the forgotten child on our little family blog. Here's a picture of her fast asleep after enjoying a big fat cookie.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330613313032614034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWlMLDcAUqaE81dr0RrBH25YU8QAymB5Lp90Gbhq_3ruJg4t_H4qlzmdRvAJrkLr8GbXgpHSye_WgPgzJcnRW-okDTobUhu2RC8RrkHTR5xEEYMET6r3uS1e0AI2I0pocsvRQwiBD-CS-a/s400/April+09+005.JPG" border="0" /></p><p> "Satisfied"</p>Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-90213236808768117842009-04-03T14:49:00.001-07:002009-04-03T14:53:00.898-07:00Little CriminalsThis year for April Fools my mom thought it would be funny to put tattoos on the boys under their onesies so when we gave them a shower or changed their diapers we would find a funny surprise. Today after their bath I was trying to get the tattoos off so I had them stand with their hands on the wall so I could get the tattoos off their backs. I couldn’t help but laugh as I was sitting there with two tattooed little boys with their hands against the wall, they looked like little criminals……they are little criminals!! Anyways I thought it was funny so I had to take a picture.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooWhfHkVleL_rbO55tm6vs93kQvp81ZQnMKdycRE4ipvKC-HbmuNTAJd_F_zVarIRiyA0_DplE66EnoqGkDMeHiVnPE674zsqe3a8YvJyRBVG3U8wWMY0zDq134_ThU1KGroo71AkRN9R/s1600-h/criminals+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooWhfHkVleL_rbO55tm6vs93kQvp81ZQnMKdycRE4ipvKC-HbmuNTAJd_F_zVarIRiyA0_DplE66EnoqGkDMeHiVnPE674zsqe3a8YvJyRBVG3U8wWMY0zDq134_ThU1KGroo71AkRN9R/s400/criminals+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320586058186693170" /></a>Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-4441510451751808072009-03-26T11:18:00.000-07:002009-03-26T12:59:52.016-07:00Little RascalsFrom some reason today I just thought this was more funny than frustrating, lucky for my kids! I swear I have to keep both eyes on those boys or I'll pay the price!!<br /><OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-c15776842e736b53 height=266 width=320 contentId="c15776842e736b53"></OBJECT>Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-70155117738300607982009-03-16T12:36:00.000-07:002009-03-16T13:45:54.215-07:008 monthsElli lived to see 8 months old this Sunday, no thanks to her brothers! For some reason this has been on my mind for a few days. Eight months already and it seems like she was just born. I can't help but think that I have taken advantage of the time that I have with my kids while they are so young. It is easy for me to forget how precious they really are to me amid the screaming, crying, diapers, cleaning and whatever else motherhood throws at me. <div><div><div><br /><div>To my sons: What a miracle you truly are! There was a time when you nearly fit in the palm of my hand, your tiny fingers wrapped around mine and i promised i would keep you safe. I watched you as you laid there struggling to breath, fighting for a chance to live, i promised i would fight just as hard for the rest of your life. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313879895187427826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_9B-Tyy56V1SXYG85q63dabIM-UuQIKws0KI5jkElWkGluVASZ6YtSfL8A8omz_31YN4NDiCJVeT_Vx2Zb_zsj5x8v2WAmRjFqWdvXC8UoKZocHJ9C8Q6kLEe8JwSV_zaGNirL3ryHGk/s400/little+jack.jpg" border="0" /><a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=151186&id=591494653"></a><a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=151186&id=591494653"></a></div><div>By no small miracle you made in home, i promised I would care for you, help you learn and help you grow so one day you could be strong like your Daddy. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313880391204044978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYED2cbaDSH5eTenpdJEeL8ALHOSbo_JLFvjAG9S2O49LbO58R-ngcRClXFLVhNf3L5FVxLcLD2h3iErVoPjxCvutlxNfTqzkzXH9MGDOKgXID1sl8FzttCcNqb5OHrm26lxLwJ7bUiZXh/s400/my+boys.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div>I promise to keep those promises, I will love you, care for you, keep you safe. I will help you lean and grow!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313880995893467186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRkw9bV8Nl9VNpuX36hR3Trej-inHMJ_Q-L-n8e76esyuHrX7b6sSiRLAWZxJ9ey-fsx4qDk1uBy_kWEPs8Yr44t6GtfLiDtPlkCq0zazpaIzO9jDVqpfOLkvvpPp8EJ-jPy_50n3cjSC/s400/jack+and+sam.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p></p><br /><p>To my little Elli: What a blessing you have been our lives! There is something about you that calms me and gives me peace. Your so content with life, some thing I've yet to learn! There are some blessings that our Heavenly Father gives us and we know they came from him, you truly are a blessing! I hope I can be the mother you deserve, but please be patient, I'm still learning, and there's alot of learning left for me to do. We are so grateful you are with us! </p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313884038261542898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzHlNlNHmKBVMl8sMgxJFnE9UWDpvxmAKNm1zL0bCo0wGa4K01V_45QeWK5_FV8pbQntoc47tQ9_FOA-iRveAufViSGbMnOZyw6VWQ4cW6G70IwYnbVT7fjZlXHHI-Si7clkavp_DLDz4/s400/erin+024.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p> </p><p>There are several times through out the day I feel like I don't quite deserve to be a mother. These children deserve some one much better than me, someone much more patient than I, Someone more fun, more clean, more creative but I am theirs and they are mine. I know that I am not alone in this venture, I have a father in heaven that knows my weaknesses and has promised to make them strengths if I am willing to work for it. He also know that I have strengths and has sent me these beautiful spirits for that reason. Today may be a good day and tomorrow might be bad but I have the blessing of prayer and the power gift of the Holy Ghost to help me know that I am doing OK and tomorrow is another day to try a little harder and be a little better. </p>Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-90174578240864193882009-01-15T13:31:00.000-08:002009-01-15T13:38:52.468-08:00Pictures of Giganga<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGN-nNoVVoYUoB5_UAihRUzF3oB82ghCw7cTGG3Nezqhfa6H-poHEDRGbe-AfphKmQBGWyKRuFvUkum-TQtvVu3ywybGRT1WYKPrs7HHctRPeuDw-plRb9J3PqmNJsffv1woY_VEIQ70E/s1600-h/Giganga.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291637793215056466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGN-nNoVVoYUoB5_UAihRUzF3oB82ghCw7cTGG3Nezqhfa6H-poHEDRGbe-AfphKmQBGWyKRuFvUkum-TQtvVu3ywybGRT1WYKPrs7HHctRPeuDw-plRb9J3PqmNJsffv1woY_VEIQ70E/s400/Giganga.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqGYaFmyRNeozHJLajduTjneP9jJKBu5uXithkGumg5ANTQ2CfITWol7BYcogyWyfXD1E3t4iw_BmjuqbEuStpwXviFbRxUWqwNr68xpLVIcGQZjB1pem4p6c35rTsSgcJcRnb78DIik-S/s1600-h/101_1648%5B2%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291637791857477314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqGYaFmyRNeozHJLajduTjneP9jJKBu5uXithkGumg5ANTQ2CfITWol7BYcogyWyfXD1E3t4iw_BmjuqbEuStpwXviFbRxUWqwNr68xpLVIcGQZjB1pem4p6c35rTsSgcJcRnb78DIik-S/s400/101_1648%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NdaR_vaDOSnowOVMgJonsRNbCnr7PedLY2-uJZuv5vLhjl2mJHmgNUCs_isUirJEOPkUy65XnJtU8YAnzv9_29c8IwyXf-7FnZ-zm2m53EM2zM13ou1MLjJKVIiwmkcllc5PMw5-yMHm/s1600-h/101_1647%5B2%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291637789409312242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NdaR_vaDOSnowOVMgJonsRNbCnr7PedLY2-uJZuv5vLhjl2mJHmgNUCs_isUirJEOPkUy65XnJtU8YAnzv9_29c8IwyXf-7FnZ-zm2m53EM2zM13ou1MLjJKVIiwmkcllc5PMw5-yMHm/s400/101_1647%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> I told you it was big!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-44646830487389182902009-01-07T20:02:00.000-08:002009-01-07T20:08:07.819-08:00Go ahead and laugh I will (some day)<div>Its been a while since I’ve updated my blog mostly because Im a lazy loser but also because I feel like something big has to happen for my post to be interesting. Well we had a wonderful Christmas, small but wonderful. We had an awesome time with Steve’s family. Steve’s sister does an elaborate game every year with family trivia that is a blast! It starts after Thanksgiving, we receive numerous emails everyday with pictures and questions about the event. One of the categories is a picture and you have to write a funny caption to go along with it, the family really started to show their colors with this one and it was gut busting fun!! We spent the rest of the night sharing musical (or not so musical if you were sitting next to me) talents and singing carols, and chatting late into the night. Christmas Eve was spent with my family we opened stockings and had a blast playing a life size game of Jenga that’s right my dad made a Jenga game out of two by fours it was humongous, we spent all night trying to come up with fun new names for it I think Giganga was the one that suck. Leave it to yours truly to knock it down trying to be witty and make it hard for the next player. I think before the tower toppled it was only a foot or so from the ceiling fan. It was a fun filled night! Christmas morning was simple we opened a few presents and a nice breakfast then we headed to my sister in-laws for games and dinner! It was a very nice pleasant Christmas and the first time in TWO YEARS that we didn’t have a child or two in the hospital.<br /><br />Our 3rd anniversary was on the 29th of December and I have to tell ya I always thought it would take years for me to not want to do anything special for our anniversary but by the time we actually made it out the door I was ready to call it a night. My mom came over to take the kids for us so we could go out and the event began….. Jack started a coughing fit and I knew the night was over! You have to understand, for some reason my kids think its just plain hilarious to make what should be a nice night, a catastrophe. Jack starts the coughing fit so I have him come into the kitchen to get a drink to clam him down before the inevitable happens. Much to my chagrin it was too late and he threw up all over the floor. My mom picks him up and puts him on the counter to clean him off only to be the victim of Jacks next spew that was much worse. And because he was on the counter it not only got all over my mom but also splattered on every surface of my kitchen. I sigh and think “well at least its in the kitchen and it’s easy to clean up” right?! HA! No no I’m not that lucky….Sam comes running in to see what the commotion is all about and slips in the throw up and smacks is head on the tile!! Oh Boy!! So I pick the weeping tot up and try to comfort him by rocking him and pacing back and forth in the living room……whats that you say…. In the living room? Yes you guessed it Sam throws up all over me (who now is wondering why she ever got dressed up in the first place) and the carpet which is not as easy to clean up. Needles to say you can now understand A- why we never go out and B- why I was so ready for the night to be over<br />“HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MOM AND DAD” – Love the kids</div><div> </div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288769325915342338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLz3hBRG_Gs6uxuMWiMZnHgRNISZXZUZQ9G4932DSm5_ozWjd-AhzXVJCzf39y1EY4Iq4VSCRnF9SvSBlz-lywDc6nWzcSDUPZPqbsA91XU6YQ5QggYV98cvgOwU6eDELmhsL2Tafc0FlE/s400/sigh.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-89027922598321151062008-11-29T13:22:00.001-08:002008-11-29T14:25:32.604-08:00The FeastFor those of you who don't know, every year for Thanksgiving, instead of having a traditional Thanksgiving meal, we have a medieval feast....yes you read that right, a medieval feast. It's actual quite a big deal in our family, something that we spend all year preparing for. We dress up in costumes, use our hands to eat, rip the turkey legs right off of the bird the whole bit. Every year it gets more extravagant. Our family dresses up as the pirates of the group, we've got the swords, pistols, gold teeth, and the daggers. This year each family was to prepare a surprise for the night. I don't know how he managed to keep it from me but Stephen planned a treasure hunt for the family. We found a tattered note (the first clue) stabbed into a pillar with a knife and from there we were lead all around the neighbor hood in search for other clues, you can only imagine the looks we were getting from people as we passed them, in full costume with small torches in our hands. At the end we found the X that marked where the treasure we buried and everyone took turns digging to uncover the treasure. It was really fun. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274196080817969186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIUO2DwhRB1iRA9UdppTE5AZzr8v4MknwOf_Bv4IJqS4u0ov3pk5W5QfV-EhB5KjBU21anroxPyZ5aoKc6KZN9J1XyYwneMxDZd9vcj3ZpvSKteIV5xoCZCjvb5eoWNWchaL9KgD783vZE/s400/Feast+016.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274198014824885410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkd52fFEZYHDMMv2S2pNVVIanQjKmg8soyVmliQLWAzof3d0KWqSK2tZ-giyg108U7EaD2G7vT7jLpZ1MPSV0EWOFea26TqcYRylQjiYM9UTt6vZiSCsQRG5WZPNnhptgUxAEpFavPuvPG/s400/Feast+039.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274196833971354594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitu2WvxYKHmW1Dm3aR3e44XKUnDrSyw6zWQLvqGztjBpRWOINRu_-uyNOYn97R9RtazRqd8yDk_LaU101ArZ0yqDaBJi24a5ZY8vyg1_71U8zxKWds4h9FI94SDZOFR2KAff5AejG1Zygu/s400/Feast+036.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>After the hunt we had dinner. There was so much food you barley had a place to put your plate of food. My brother Blake and his wife were in charge of the rotisserie and they did and excellent job, I've never tasted roast so juicy, tender and all around delicious.</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274200992721784130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih_PuLTloONA3lBZxv0bst2537SybAhPAvWdKgZyqCVl4NgVSH_NViRlBUYjXLe2LJb0HD9MWbH7vT7kGPCFszru_sQZ4j6fP7EkrlPWPRiT7rM-Jqj7-CwYgap9UJdshM7ckhfY03PTG4/s400/Feast+017.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274201014464237794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubg-zzuEqBUdTYF6Tk66DOtsTfFSBBZy5aBxVNURQUGlxU2GuENQrNOikbmPcuZsrsgwzjwMLa8-apLhLDNvUnyZciTX3ne1h5tFvX_imI2rS4koOOISkn-4ZF0NuDO2w7aOO5iRkZsVC/s400/Feast+022.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274201003773063378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBwT_zmf5uc8bMTUvuNuInXh5o1D28sG_PK3yxE8x2qT3aT06vg31PHLfMsxPklvvUvhXxgUkf1RPQe-mNHSscc2LEYvRdxjOYFPQRmaSAm0Bi5rLzOY4NBR1yo3r-DluxgsF6TeCR0DYp/s400/Feast+020.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274200998784504146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimsibet_JBzcAVVZMdoAHDxuKhtwbQVk1srSWbL8DKz9VV-otJCeKsBebS7_Prl4KQNJ0z0PBLX-PHQF_mMAIND4bBZyaBsbHIGcCSOAbXvoYQxLy7mCSPOVpUPqLQCVejQMPwgdF-0aEh/s400/Feast+019.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274201007963390994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5kXD10KhVph5Uo_vpHTymB_WpHkr9dxklOKEkRH7QYQH1qss9_sTpqaOM6JnnXZkBmB-jIZ-a3yn-jqkXKzYZr4d0rxfigcqNyKRpiCJmPW844xk9w7HlrYFmPfwptcxyKNKsUMnMaACy/s400/Feast+021.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div>All these shots were taken of different parts of the table, Im not sure if that helps you get a better mental picture or not but there was A LOT of food!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>After we stuffed our selfs full, the ball started. My sister Jodi and her husband taught everyone how to do the waltz! It was so fun although I have to admit, I am the worst dancer ever, poor Stephen! Unfortunatly I didn't get any picture of that with my camera, I was too busy tripping all over myself. We danced till our feet hurt so bad we couldn't walk anymore. Then we played a game of croquet that my cute little sister Paisly set up for everyone. It was a really fun night and Im already starting to plan for next year!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274205359090711250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1oplQevYf9bG2d0e_FyQcD9iAI80TvNtNhMVQ9N3hG1zxs7ENbl3hVHXkOnrVHNWyeJ8cmaBemWa_dbu4_WgGwns5KC_aIOF9bUApnn1gbRivtjYk-JcXiGgXf82uKC0P_e__dZ7aG5ZK/s400/Feast+006.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274207463959868770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnK0pziMuCAj0q6-GDk1ntxkJ7CzxhuxlI_PYhdOL6wxAywROg52MU4h0-IHFRCv-prYYXdHaIBcrMmLWb33FRfbRPqf90rYFFA3TOvPGTu6PQ4rhQWJD2crqTw96yg3-dmhN1IEuts_Bk/s400/Feast+030.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274205350018632834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp7SEkMQ-wLrIii_ppGWTFTGreUNmG0EdsGiJzoAOh0rchu0CXJ18eXUvkT33ScYburchOzeuSmAQPxHOE8GqA4yR5xk7CHdmWfzzIYY7Wj9yaoSpJ5It-KnRXkCQOwkSBZp6Uy8BrMd8l/s400/Feast+001.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274207446966739186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSyD1Z2Jo26nhxeDSb9SpPtRuktgveNd_071uR35nN24eHKr2_v9KxjRxa5yZhfKFF8d7c01tRKxkSvdYR0EQz0XDrr5DIy_NdgT1qnhwDR_l0O52NdZfiV21FQWX0doOOMLnAU6GfXdhV/s400/Feast+029.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274207443769788514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHScArRZWy7G3uiyV2rYUBmGeWV3WKhzeIF10WVh-71p6VHmu8KYhNbl-BjBPYPIQxHRQQmlsnfOf_XDTlQaz9ULNNw8odpZ2k4TWj4JeLTS1Wkqe0FNPry3_U9YRLzJLImEMetY825rbC/s400/Feast+028.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274205373644423714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wUtup1m_LoKmfik3igUDJWN6ntOLlQx2SwFUklVXf1YNSoqb_PqUP-kWeK1EMwQrENqeZtncBDLYwaJFYXn2t8pLIVW_9tTvGgoQasjSy2AJqkJ0BwZpjvQiLXwgJUNsU9AYk6qjJpwr/s400/Feast+023.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274205361274809474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqpusNwNJnv3hvBARuxDU_ukyIH-GnD883i_rKnfECMHqloxtsafs6ohUn58HJ-m3asmk0lojTWlwdhFVNL75ylUdfJDivWS1XG4D0vMp57B2gp-sXPXX_QFt5dNyj0GnMoWhBqyapEBv/s400/Feast+009.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274205379755955586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYosJ-rRDzJryI1ntOpPhVlamynO8Et4QsxO3hvWgdBqT8iQgBOdd3ZTwZp5p740N-lPru8r6caEJmvboWOdyRQyntzGWO_v8xbuU-lE7P-8j8rFEle4kRm7hNGbYNa7_99Nth8ZrCRC5C/s400/Feast+027.JPG" border="0" /><br />Wow that was a long post. Sorry.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-62840554084672355192008-11-05T10:25:00.000-08:002008-11-05T15:57:20.271-08:00Just been thinkingI have to admit, I was disappointed and a little scared when Obama was elected as president. As I've been dwelling on this, these are a few of my thoughts. Although he is not the man that I voted for he will still be our president. I think we all have to duty and obligation to support him as OUR president. We may not agree with his policies but we can still be patriots. Are we not all citizens of the UNITED States of America? This is in fact the greatest country in the world, if we reject it's leaders it will only cause a division among it's people. We can still make a difference in the world regardless of who is leading it. Live a good life, be a good example and influence those around you to do good. Raise a good family, our children are the leaders of tomorrow, raise them to be such. If you want to contribute to society do so by the choices you make everyday. I fear that a good person is greatly over looked. Think of the people that have changed your life. Mostly likely they are the people that have taught you how to be happy. We all know times are going to get harder, it’s been prophesied about for thousands of years. Living in fear is not going to solve anything. Fear stops us from making changes and making a difference. Faith causes us to achieve things we once thought to be impossible. Have faith that there is a great divine being, our father in heaven that knows who you are. He knows you by name, he knows your trials, and he knows what is to come. Follow him and we will have no reason to fear for he is in control.Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-33817957276894899002008-10-29T13:39:00.000-07:002008-10-29T14:00:58.663-07:00Fun pics of this week<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhclTAfN8VCLyrV0nRgwukfcYM4SczsmxtD_zBcJ8H_ReiLe-l8o3uQH4zA0X5Qtlu6bQb9PLSZOp-hIRUfLKXpRnntNrorE_5t0xuCIrL58j1l83S-1UN7Kst1_hNjfaSlNdI1X7EBGORJ/s1600-h/100.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262683106615788082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhclTAfN8VCLyrV0nRgwukfcYM4SczsmxtD_zBcJ8H_ReiLe-l8o3uQH4zA0X5Qtlu6bQb9PLSZOp-hIRUfLKXpRnntNrorE_5t0xuCIrL58j1l83S-1UN7Kst1_hNjfaSlNdI1X7EBGORJ/s400/100.JPG" border="0" /></a> The boys are learning how to play hide n' seek. I thought this was so cute!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMw_2-0ztQZ-a8XmXglrAShpK1tJyRM1VrBmWEY1Q8eUaO9FSklFejoWVGFO50nJQ45SqmuMiEXiAZVVQCh6W65Y_HCGdgq8j8jukBxKk9CHFdxEsH2wspFJdOV2oTtWdvX2O8HdNv01p/s1600-h/103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262682150148989986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMw_2-0ztQZ-a8XmXglrAShpK1tJyRM1VrBmWEY1Q8eUaO9FSklFejoWVGFO50nJQ45SqmuMiEXiAZVVQCh6W65Y_HCGdgq8j8jukBxKk9CHFdxEsH2wspFJdOV2oTtWdvX2O8HdNv01p/s400/103.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Every year to celebrate Halloween our family gets together and has a big Halloween dinner. We try to make the food look as disgusting as possible. This year the theme was a swamp. We had brown mashed potato's with green gravy that looked like slime. We drank drinks that looked like swamp water. There were snakes, frogs and alligators on the table and to top it all of there was dry ice in small glasses all over table so there was a thick layer of fog as we ate. It was so much fun!! We even had a gummy frog that got dissected.......sick!!</div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-5074314162902296502008-10-20T11:08:00.000-07:002008-10-20T11:14:19.956-07:00I have been tagged by Jodi CrosbyHere are the rules:<br />1. Post the rules on your blog:<br />2. Answer the six "8" items<br />3. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.<br /><br />8 Favorite TV Shows<br />1. The Office<br />2. Pushing Daisys<br />3. Seinfield<br />4. House<br />5. Biggest Loser<br />6. What Not To Wear<br />7. Hidden Potential<br />8. Divine Design<br /><br />8 Things I did yesterday<br />1. Went and saw my new niece, Brin<br />2. Fed Elli <br />3.Stayed home from church with sick kids (my kid’s are broken, they are always sick)<br />4. Fed Elli<br />5. Attempted to take a nap but failed<br />6. Fed Elli<br />7. Dressed my niece in a funny shrimp costume<br />8. Made yummy alfrado pasta oh yeah and fed Elli<br /><br />8 Things I look forward to<br />1. Steve coming home from work<br />2. Watching the Burb’s on Halloween<br />3. Thanksgiving feast<br />4. Christmas<br />5. Bed time<br />6. The weekend<br />7. Dressing for cold weather!<br />8. The Office<br /><br /> 8 Favorite Restaurants<br />1. Caraba’s<br />2. Burger King<br />3. In-N- Out<br />4. Uno’s<br />5. Gecko Grill<br />6. Paradise Bakery<br />7. Wild Flower<br />8. Mimi’s Cafe<br /><br />8 Things on my wishlist<br />1.Spend more time with Steve<br />2. Another kid or two (eventually)<br />3. A puppy<br />4. Someone to cook delicious meals for me<br />5. A clean house<br />6. Time to go to school<br />7. A vacation with Steve<br />8. A second car<br /><br />8 People I tag<br />1. Megan<br />2. Katie<br />3. Clair<br />4. Brittney <br />5. Rachel<br />6. Tarina<br />7. Zeke<br />8. Ali<br />And Anyone else to wants to join in the fun!Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-36169658192135549662008-10-15T16:14:00.000-07:002008-10-15T16:24:54.231-07:00Oh CrapToday I was in the kitchen and the boys were both in there with me. I turned around just in time to see Jack drop his sippy cup and with all the frustration he could muster yell "OH CAP!" He's not the best talker yet and he hasn't picked up that many words but it just so happens that "crap" was one of the words he's learned. I guess it's time to start watchin what I say. Who know what they could pick up next.Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-85631120497035181072008-10-03T11:00:00.000-07:002008-10-03T11:11:03.235-07:00Just one of those days (sigh)Well it started out as a perfectly good day, my sister came over with her cute little girl Lucy and we hung out for a while. I put the boys down for a nap and listen to them scream for about an hour before I went up there again and to my dismay Sam had taken off his poopy diaper and the boys had a field day with the mess inside. There was poop all over the crib, on every post, on the wall and all over them. So I took them in to the bathroom and gave them a bath, then just left them in the bath tub (i know i know i'm a horrible mother) while i went to clean up the disaster. It couldn't have been more than five minutes before i went to check on them. As I walked into my room I could tell something was wrong by the quite giggles coming from the bathroom. As I was walking I noticed that the carpet was soaking wet, they were taking cups full of water and dumping it all over the floor. MY WHOLE BATHROOM WAS FLOODED!! There was a lake in my bathroom and it had seeped all the way into my bedroom. I wanted to explode but instead I grabed the camera and took a video because i knew it would be funny to me one day, just not today! Being a mom is wonderful, I love it more than anything but i have to say Steve was lucky to come home to kids that were alive today.Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489727582181809690.post-77065099996452076572008-08-01T18:29:00.000-07:002008-08-01T18:38:01.147-07:00Three Times The CharmWell Elli is finally here and is as cute as can be. She's almost three weeks old and we are finally getting the hang of having three kids around, although Im not sure we'll ever have things completely under controll. The boys don't really understand whats going on yet except they are loving the fact that mom is paying less attention to them cuz that means they get to do things they arent suppose to, like playing in the toilet, while she is taking care of the baby.Stephen and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007689103668978809noreply@blogger.com2