tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85113292414224542024-02-22T02:06:02.274-07:00Adventures of an Orange Sock and a Blue PrinceAn introduction to my family, our lives, and random mutterings.lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-82597557469788947362010-02-04T07:29:00.004-07:002010-02-04T08:32:25.613-07:00Wow its been a long time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinl1l7_S-gSWsK_ZjpxWw-8IhTkrbaK9hgdt_0ThB-ma9Wj8wJFdqgUr1YbIYNYxDz-x_qWgngFOL7q_loYw2WITkMc8WWbFsV7e8T2lhWDM5LFM3FLCwTCiFyRRThWl6LC6AzMMCrQH4/s1600-h/DSC_0393.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434406901619000258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinl1l7_S-gSWsK_ZjpxWw-8IhTkrbaK9hgdt_0ThB-ma9Wj8wJFdqgUr1YbIYNYxDz-x_qWgngFOL7q_loYw2WITkMc8WWbFsV7e8T2lhWDM5LFM3FLCwTCiFyRRThWl6LC6AzMMCrQH4/s320/DSC_0393.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><div>Um yeah, so I had a baby and stuff and suddenly found out how hard it was to type one handed. So that is the main reason I have not updated this blog. By a strange twist of fate I woke up early today before both of the girls and instead of doing something responsible like cleaning the sticky spots off my floor I decided to update my blog. </div><br /><div>A quick update on our lives. Bella is turning three on Friday. She is so excited about her birthday she keeps singing the happy birthday song to herself and talking about the pinata she is going to have. How does a three year old know about pinatas you may ask? One of her favorite shows right now is the old Disney show "Saludos Amigos/ Three Caballeros". She asks for it by name and loves to samba around the house wearing only her white tutu that auntie gave her. It is kind of a fun show for us as it has several cartoons based in Argentina, Chile and Uruguay. She likes the little one about the little airplane named Pedro. She calls him Pedo which makes papi cringe. (I'll let all the non Spanish speakers google that one to see why). She tends to be an obstinate little stink at times but we love her and her funny personality.</div><br /><div>Our new addition born early October is Tali. (Again like Bella not her real name but to protect the innocents from the Internets it will work). She is an adorable, rolly polly little 4 month old. She is getting very cute and smiley and is fascinated by her big sister. Seriously she will just sit and watch Bella's antics and copy her laugh. She can turn over from back to front and front to back and with her strong legs she will scoot along face first. (Usually towards things like the edge of the bed). We were somewhat hoping for a calm one for number two but it looks like Tali will be up and moving and into things even quicker than Bella. Oh well.</div><br /><div>I went back to work, again part time shortly after Tali's arrival. We have been blessed with a fantastic babysitter who is wonderfully flexible with my sometimes sporadic schedule. I am really liking my job and where I am at professionally right now. I have had some fun opportunities to make formal presentations on Dementia in the last couple months and have really enjoyed it. (I got a fruit flower arrangement as a thank you for one of my presentations yesterday, which was kind of fun and made my day). I am also starting to see a few more private counseling patients. We moved to a new physician office space that is more convenient for patients and a lot nicer looking but unfortunately quite a bit smaller. My coworkers have been stressed with the move. My office is now a nook in a hallway next to the lab table where they run urine samples. Okay, that makes it sound somewhat worse than it is, but I still find it kind of funny. I have other spaces that I share to see patients and such.</div><br /><div>As for the Blue Prince, he is slogging along making the final push to finish his last semester of school. Its amazing how fast the four years have gone. (Speaking of which we celebrated our four year wedding anniversary last week too). He hates winter here working up in the cold in the mountains. It has caused him some serious issues with bursitis and other pain in his knees. Due to that we may be looking at making a move to warmer climes down south in the next year or so after he gets his journeyman licence. Of course there would have to be work down south as well, which is another complicating factor. Nothing is decided, and it is mostly fantasizing for the time being. </div><br /><div>We all enjoyed the trip back to Uruguay in December to visit family. It was a long trip and somewhat overwhelming with two little ones but an adventure to say the least. If I ever again get the motivation to post I'll try and put on some pictures. The family dynamic with my husband's family tends to be difficult at times but it was lovely to see everyone and especially watch Bella interact with her cousins. It is amazing to me how they all look so much alike. </div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434406887014717586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXEINQsaY8GRccRKR9rUqG3aYkdMFuBdhkjDp-_5YepYTRy1KPBScngUbKnYRwPMCTDWoYP-XpY5_K6ZzaWfDHZVGNcHWZ6ymQyptCEt-1J0Tj5rxGXI0fWzl5cMSt1eCHwFzRLzTgNJM/s320/104_3614.jpg" /></div><div>I am hearing some major rustling from the ranks so I guess it is back to being a mom for now. Hopefully my next post will not be so long in the future.</div></div>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-42478270374485180232009-09-24T21:19:00.007-06:002009-09-24T21:42:18.263-06:00Baby News (just kidding)<div><div><div><div><div><div><div>I have been in close contact with many of my family members this week, often consisting of phone calls starting out : "Soooo, how are you doing, any baby news yet...." The answer is unfortunately no baby yet. Lots of contractions, lots of nesting, but no baby. I don't think I would be feeling so bitter except for the fact that almost every day this week on facebook every random "friend" of mine who had a due date after me is posting newborn picts. Grumble Grumble... oh well I guess it is just a sign I need to spend less time on the Internet and more time walking around or something. Since I don't have any big news to share I figured I would post some of the pictures I recently downloaded from our camera. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385242560399684610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPX0B4JyihN_gOkyzg4h_g1wSmnYa2lf9_5FYh8kWBHbqfSPkktjON_yLrfHds6EYKmgN7Sz_PlK1qD_ZKH8f-TjfuX2LZt0Gjrz32p6pzf0nPcFRbyNNY72rgypMNgx1IQkp9Fq1ZPAM/s320/104_3338.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385242289712158386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MKLBcNxgE4p1vkidXNw_9ogeiwE3Q3opVkLXz4C7tu0VfzXixmBSFYBHOCDRF1rNTTdWiSYRYecpXB6SQLxWmD995yqUovAbLBarIjmDR6DDHG8-Ewg59Lqg1pT6pe7qxtaWOfA6QWk/s320/104_3331.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385242267580153714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4FLJagRXmqRKXyicLcSoa4SBRw1jWsvqvaryEWUk6irh0vwgzXkuQBhuQfdhIogty95o5PIvlaN6cISPLcxDhU75yXt5xn9P34RJfzyZ9AWkUfgmvqP0ScTCNgZGTK_EqF416q1x8BI/s320/104_3282.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385242285961032658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDBeKbWC3reWaOJACnqaoPgD6MhZBtbHJZaWB-LzGqqw5cQ6jzRigCvT2_buvCPnlnbrguLPuqW-scjMfSwvHVgys4wWNAy_GuOqsf4LnMXDDriSSitQ-X_-R2qG8h4bL0l8FtxJwLyZY/s320/104_3327.jpg" /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385243955322018626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_DCx7JM_6T6Mu-6WSFY5MhLTULB71UT95usPyPqc55wLFt4uI1nIAtIbBegaVzHAjaMhHPbc60uMGY_-UmHSC3ME1O_KTI6e_uP35hFNGOdQFTFeId_ZFpUlGXYoYgAz3x-cwtW1_oQ/s320/104_3284.jpg" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>I like this last picture because it shows Bella's favorite outfit for summer. She strips down to her diaper and finds one or more of her dress-up skirts to put on over it. Generally she stays bare chested but will occasionally accessorize with a hat or one or more shoes (Or in this case bunny ears).</p>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-30802289423756403122009-07-21T14:27:00.003-06:002009-07-21T14:41:56.276-06:00Just LovelyI went in for my second ultrasound the other day to make sure everything is going well with the unborn and to check the placement of the placenta. Everything is looking good. Luckily it looks like the placenta is moving away from the cervix so I shouldn't need a c-section and hopefully I won't be at risk for bleeding. As part of the ultrasound they usually take several pictures and print them up to give to you as cute first shots of your baby. In general they are blurry profile shots or the money shot between the legs to show you the gender. I guess our baby wasn't feeling particularly cooperative that day, so this is the picture we got.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3EM6SbMbB94Ayfi4fz3P9VgXJIL9Ps5i7NBKTBiLqA_YdaUplcKstMRbXvwhGTQnXhAamPWwRcvb97SGqcvdqs4S2x4amRW6nI6sZjEto7BjbuBaXx_l7yaZ4iwIHAs3crREmWOgOj_o/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361012953762726114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3EM6SbMbB94Ayfi4fz3P9VgXJIL9Ps5i7NBKTBiLqA_YdaUplcKstMRbXvwhGTQnXhAamPWwRcvb97SGqcvdqs4S2x4amRW6nI6sZjEto7BjbuBaXx_l7yaZ4iwIHAs3crREmWOgOj_o/s320/scan0001.jpg" /></a> What parent doesn't want an up the nose shot of their unborn baby. It makes me giggle a little bit every time I see it, so we now have it hanging up on the fridge.<br /><div></div>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-17626781302304725702009-07-21T13:26:00.007-06:002009-07-21T14:24:35.475-06:00June and JulyIt's been an interesting summer so far and I thought it was time to share a couple pictures. The Blue Prince has been very busy the last few weeks working a side job in the evenings so we could save up for our Uruguay trip/ new arrival. It has been a lot of hard work and late nights but hopefully will be worth it. He is done for now and it is great having him home in the evenings. Here are some pictures I took of Bella playing with Papi on her bike, one night after he got home for work. (I realized after I took them that there was a large fingerprint smudge on the lens) Having Papi work extra was hard on Bella as she is such a Papi's girl and many nights he wasn't home before her bedtime. This threw off our sleeping routine as she started climbing into our bed in the middle of the night, and getting up at 6:30am so she could see him before he left for work.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360998233965931442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7SERiAXqHYgBUlSgbWsYvJN8T7e0j5vho6CzbMgMtMIhwXVOZqVSwiXzo5OmLDH5PQXTgXCQfYyUCDgx6V6Lc5ndha62u2AYhM2xIgHw5SS8hYeL_QZ2srykAO17u6oz6gCATZoxzlLk/s320/104_3137.jpg" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361001287342569890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz94rbVPvfNdILi-8agsr9frUh6-bcJaNwEo5lbQY1g-Sg3TtmlQ8TgYH7bTqX7fPZxsV7kltmt00QDaSE32nTPGBBGI9OC1d7zim_P2Pqn1xbd8mjbUq4ydxycmP72KuvktCDUhQkc3Q/s320/104_3132.jpg" /><br /><br />We managed to squeeze in a couple fun family activities over the weekends. Some friends of mine invited us over to participate in a children's circus. All the kids dressed up and performed circus acts. Bella did an acrobatics routine with Papi and rode a play pony blindfolded (her crown fell down over her eyes).<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360998237130814722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibxMfJ-1DeQrcCfIyQ2TovA1sgW0ABdYB65UnqfaBerEr7qaou3rEHi_489m3FqSN1_rDJe2nOfuxNqsorrJqEYaMa8UGDSsCLGYVzKkOBCEY2CbzQqXm5aixFQ0PkPgieilfRqg7_Ck/s320/104_3140.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360998245020670194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgapngPrI4K9sUfGsvoC5KtRzcf1KmNJKAXkqp7Sl71_EbgMwT9iFqfrU1Tc1UkJLMw8avgE15gXAMVzv8tVn2fhIC40lFqihX0yFPHH1bjvD_CRQ62nrWKgrNQ1CUhwLlPnijFyhh6i8k/s320/104_3153.jpg" /><br /><br />Caitlin sent us some free Real Salt Lake Soccer tickets for The Blue Prince's birthday. Being for the same night as the above mentioned circus, we got there a little late, but we had a good time. Bella enjoyed climbing and swinging on the handrails and cheered with the crowd when our team made a goal.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360998257184218690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbZRxUN7ktKH-0MyG8wfvSZZrz1WE1Gub57c2KEKPvlDhHA9glYPMV3cSjFnVrlecFfftqMgOV-UcoS36aQnEPkis9wt2I1kQxKdzXlk3AbFOAoPRV8Z7Ipzd7oFDXV0OtxKiKYsFtEw/s320/104_3163.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360998266372589954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHV7dHdL3xb86sTYj7qG8i6V-4m-YNZBDk6tRzSw_QOZdcT7WqRmqCF32V_PgxEUQYMqB0zGWsB57WsqvKIDIUnUcM9BSOZKoDZilx9FTzNFo7WpBIRcQoEBZaoz80Ce9zQUu8Uuc45j8/s320/104_3167.jpg" /><br /><br />For the Fourth of July we spent the day in Brigham City with my mom, sister and Grandma. Grandma got out the baby pool, and Bella spent the day running around the yard, playing with Barbies and eating junk food. At night we went to the park to watch the fireworks. Bella again ran around, danced to the music and took advantage of Grandma's willingness to hand out candy. She ran around so much that she ended up exhausting herself and fell asleep 10 mins before the fireworks started. Even with all the booming going on around her she didn't stir a bit, and slept all the way home in the car.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000134627346866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_dSGMPfbKFVJhyhLKgITMF_lkZ7HzgwyXmHdc5AisJkM6y4gmr89a1veF0L2xqy7hUl5hiqGGh8xmm0p5SpEN46NZQv9wyixffUSsgI026IEGMLILRdJlZvn0kOjh1zG9mppjuMEknQ/s320/104_3181.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000146693839442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3QZBxAzGaXXXg4sa9g7pdPUnleFlOSisHWA6KaVa4Chk5Rlmh49zpNPubt4OtBeOyJCTnI0Nv7XxQL9fLG1Tf_ZPoDlXROMvnEtpMDOV5bScbqKo7azhq5MGPKjsa-3bK_uuN9NPvTtg/s320/104_3183.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000153064078466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxhVt1OlvlEwo0FDJSRUVP2WDk46DTeDhxaI5ep5XLoP0lYhM-R8H2gvwW_fFSPfhF543D_iKsl7wiLclU1LTJi0Qf9rc-CpAAGyNa6PGlgIZJmEwcQXZmv8DgDh-CpIJUzRVqpOJwm8/s320/104_3189.jpg" />Our church sponsored a day at Lagoon on the 10th and provided us with free entrance passes (rides were extra). This actually worked out perfect as I am too big to go on rides and the Blue Prince isn't much of a roller coaster fan. We just bought a ride pass for Bella and let her at it. She is now big enough to go on the kiddie rides by herself and she had a grand time. She still struggles a bit with the concept of taking turns and waiting in line but all in all she did well. She even had her first cotton candy.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQaPPKajPlNXnACUpgotD8MD_tMBfVEuQW3kmd4jAKy0XHZVBqeMLHnO3VRyB6agaybO_teIEP0oz32uNkO95mE4FZi_u9g4k66Y5PomgZHlvqdmqKWK61PHrPY99W2diVQR2jGrUSC5E/s1600-h/104_3245.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361001299328019506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQaPPKajPlNXnACUpgotD8MD_tMBfVEuQW3kmd4jAKy0XHZVBqeMLHnO3VRyB6agaybO_teIEP0oz32uNkO95mE4FZi_u9g4k66Y5PomgZHlvqdmqKWK61PHrPY99W2diVQR2jGrUSC5E/s320/104_3245.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEgA91txUJtnY5VbZAzdQSQhxGBDzXbG39ggTkmMHB1Oaqfb6ynJsVH7LdcZ-uj7eWizn3mcpR390rjaBaJ2TfKGaxNiYfu4iUGJZvG_zxBDBLkvetfGvmMsWpWw4YJxOE6gbh_-PByxY/s1600-h/104_3234.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361001292469576546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEgA91txUJtnY5VbZAzdQSQhxGBDzXbG39ggTkmMHB1Oaqfb6ynJsVH7LdcZ-uj7eWizn3mcpR390rjaBaJ2TfKGaxNiYfu4iUGJZvG_zxBDBLkvetfGvmMsWpWw4YJxOE6gbh_-PByxY/s320/104_3234.jpg" /></a> So anyway, that's the highlights of what we have been up to. Just enjoying the summer and trying to make the most of our time together. </div>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-48153888799914814612009-06-09T14:26:00.006-06:002009-06-09T15:28:55.253-06:00boring folk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKKtzOmRz8942LqNacnS1_m7M_G61I4LfuAQtz0rwilUg2mOtbh-0uwoRPdZij8oLgnsPyTxMZH5OANUKBlpLc0W40DiiiXMBncsTqDjKqlXCybV1OTE3HBW1BObcwNDyqGIoLywJnwk/s1600-h/104_3100.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345441820443664674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKKtzOmRz8942LqNacnS1_m7M_G61I4LfuAQtz0rwilUg2mOtbh-0uwoRPdZij8oLgnsPyTxMZH5OANUKBlpLc0W40DiiiXMBncsTqDjKqlXCybV1OTE3HBW1BObcwNDyqGIoLywJnwk/s320/104_3100.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHRym894EnMpYeH8PomIdUp5Hidzhl6Etuu8Z-qqHvSpHBZENvxq89-1MSe4HZgiMOQXgIdInZjIbh3dM48mtbjIeIHbM9X-jrUD34uFfBw1xnRAWolpf1U6kqtDeBX6Uk4Dd42V8jdI/s1600-h/104_3102.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345441814117917794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHRym894EnMpYeH8PomIdUp5Hidzhl6Etuu8Z-qqHvSpHBZENvxq89-1MSe4HZgiMOQXgIdInZjIbh3dM48mtbjIeIHbM9X-jrUD34uFfBw1xnRAWolpf1U6kqtDeBX6Uk4Dd42V8jdI/s320/104_3102.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0I2p-MwMyTUFhuMKwATETFFom4YTMbgbVXTjr6jWXCeVNSao-tMg1_G1SFoPdCBDz04P43dWVuJJmeuJ_yqfpr9VkrO4AA_Uxc1v9KwWappdIVqUdaG7hn0y4VuB4jEi7DBaG2OuiAM/s1600-h/104_3099.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345441812096425586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0I2p-MwMyTUFhuMKwATETFFom4YTMbgbVXTjr6jWXCeVNSao-tMg1_G1SFoPdCBDz04P43dWVuJJmeuJ_yqfpr9VkrO4AA_Uxc1v9KwWappdIVqUdaG7hn0y4VuB4jEi7DBaG2OuiAM/s320/104_3099.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><div>People keep calling and asking what we have been up to and my answer recently has been "not much". Lots of work, a conference last week for me, and not much drama. The only recent crisis has been big medical problems and surgery with The Blue Prince's dad which have crystallized our plans and priorities to try and make a trip back down to Uruguay in November. I'm trying not to worry about the logistics of international travel with a 6 week old and a 2 1/2 year old yet, but it should be an adventure. At least the airline prices have come down somewhat, can you even make plane reservations for an unborn child?<br /><div><div><div><div><div> </div><div>Anyway, I also recently discovered that we have not downloaded any pictures from our camera since before Easter. Not that there were many pictures on the camera since we have chronically forgotten to bring it for most recent outings and get togethers. These are some pictures that I took yesterday and today of Bella and my garden. I am unnaturally obsessed/proud of my little garden boxes and due to a combination of warm weather, good planting soil and lots of rain everything is taking off amazingly. I am getting little tomatoes and squashes that I didn't get till the middle of summer last year. I also planted lettuce and spinach which has produced enough to keep us and all our neighbors in daily salads.<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345440762564879218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpfSncU7Y2owFnl6MRGl5-M-TjerL4CuigIF-2SwjOpo3fFPsJYWDkNDqWQGoYsB8FSfZAFKLSX9i1uggRofK0u89R9-WVU_4-VtcRYmAFVZAMo3kNjKK6-oWkRJcttAwO67dBJ1FCKM/s320/104_3125.jpg" /> I am using a modified Square Foot Garden method and while it is somewhat hard to tell from this picture, I have Lettuce, peas, Swiss chard, 4 squash plants (Uruguayan Zapallitos), some cucumber seedlings and strawberries in this box. I already harvested a radish section, and replaced it with more Swiss chard.<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345427609049072082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw94pQml8oRNwyz1nnNnUQy4M-Z-qxPyf7ScTCwP0sCfhIIP_d1ZIf8t8NGQzMYPR-V8ZCgZAVQQqTLM6ipdyBnQDNp1i1KmvVUonu3C83-R2IY58TrMouQAKJVlUvWltpBRpSs3ir-Wc/s320/104_3124.jpg" /></div><div>In this box I have 5 different types of tomato plants, tarragon, oregano, 3 types of basil, 2 peppers, 1 onion, peas on the trellis, another squash (Zapallito), a couple cabbage plants that never formed heads and two cucumber plants hiding in the back.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgydTakxhtRSELjZb8BHsXayQxOdlOeh86e74V2vRDvFJ32MFrNrmtL51xQQsGtN509_I0ZZ47BCRNSW8Rs3XQ53f0ugUsBQ9T_11VKZb6cxGJCLHfrn7xYIym4eVVKu1_cuvolXrWgNDs/s1600-h/104_3122.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345427613596761410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgydTakxhtRSELjZb8BHsXayQxOdlOeh86e74V2vRDvFJ32MFrNrmtL51xQQsGtN509_I0ZZ47BCRNSW8Rs3XQ53f0ugUsBQ9T_11VKZb6cxGJCLHfrn7xYIym4eVVKu1_cuvolXrWgNDs/s320/104_3122.jpg" /></a> This is a picture of Bella, that I took yesterday, she found some stickers and decided to decorate her face. It made me laugh.<br /><br /></div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil9LqnnfdqBNO-9BYnHJ7iJcnX8wq_q-qaKDIMAoCYo9t8lCKKE0Z9ZxxRtpT8uzhrD5tlhZG13RA5Xxtrb9wjRKOLIifm6BL87UQExokuGwvffPQxWKAv2kjSc18gh_vFtvZDm4EcjNc/s1600-h/104_3127.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345427601099289730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil9LqnnfdqBNO-9BYnHJ7iJcnX8wq_q-qaKDIMAoCYo9t8lCKKE0Z9ZxxRtpT8uzhrD5tlhZG13RA5Xxtrb9wjRKOLIifm6BL87UQExokuGwvffPQxWKAv2kjSc18gh_vFtvZDm4EcjNc/s320/104_3127.jpg" /></a><br />Here is an updated picture of Bella in her lovely pink hat. She found it when we were shopping at old navy a couple weeks ago and papi and I couldn't say no. She has started into the phase of wanting to pick everything, especially what she wears. The only way I got her into pajamas last night was by letting her pick between the Tinkerbell shirt (the one with the small fairy on the front or the tiger shirt (it had stripes). I seem to have less fights if I let her pick dresses, hence the pink princess dress today. And so it starts, curse you Disney and your princess marketing skills.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhd5HjITxLowuqL7QJBIaeYDZHw3HIwVOOlpO7rW82Pa8DECR8QaKP_Lrs1c9xX00yncWraaJjndtd49SjI8CG6P3mLYMDMJqj9FtQW5upQHM4sF8CGBjoxw8G9op43T2nXm0bZyYPDc/s1600-h/104_3130.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345427593075958242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhd5HjITxLowuqL7QJBIaeYDZHw3HIwVOOlpO7rW82Pa8DECR8QaKP_Lrs1c9xX00yncWraaJjndtd49SjI8CG6P3mLYMDMJqj9FtQW5upQHM4sF8CGBjoxw8G9op43T2nXm0bZyYPDc/s320/104_3130.jpg" /></a> As for the status of the unborn, it seems that according to the first ultrasound we are having another Girl. Everything appears to be moving along in a healthy normal manner and I am feeling fairly good. The feet swelling has started, which is somewhat concerning as it is only June. It is going to be a long summer.<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-77077073517573549022009-04-04T23:19:00.003-06:002009-04-04T23:30:31.566-06:00New PollMy sister keeps teasing that I need to add some sort of countdown widget for the coming of our new baby. I have generally been ambivalent about them in the past but as I try to be as user friendly as possible, here is your opportunity to let your feelings be known. You can find the poll on the left hand column of the page. If you have additional feelings on the topic that you feel are not adequately addressed by the poll feel free to add a comment.lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-64358881184619626382009-04-04T14:28:00.004-06:002009-04-04T15:46:37.170-06:00Funny Naked Monkey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsyMli_h3Sjp8272YQ45PK5W-GvXAl1R_CIDZtefR3xbWgDzFxWYKMF5pS9FIOcu7Vl6aBs38NGj4VOmH3921b3kzUYm3g5IRIAxO2BEWLGbxuGRQYuurZ1DcWlWXEJ-4SAh71l55KdA/s1600-h/104_3015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320937416425952594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsyMli_h3Sjp8272YQ45PK5W-GvXAl1R_CIDZtefR3xbWgDzFxWYKMF5pS9FIOcu7Vl6aBs38NGj4VOmH3921b3kzUYm3g5IRIAxO2BEWLGbxuGRQYuurZ1DcWlWXEJ-4SAh71l55KdA/s320/104_3015.jpg" border="0" /></a> I have been chastised for the month long gaps in my blogging. The days are galloping by with little distinction between one day to the next and one week to the next but I did want to share with the interested what is going on in our household.<br />Bella continues to be a funny, busy little kid. If possible she has become more agile and active than ever. She has learned to use things such as the laundry basket or Papi's lunch cooler as footstools to reach previously unreachable heights. Here is one of her most recent discoveries (the washing machine).<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1V425eqBTgm1_yPhCKEL2qisxpVa8MlimkwSYMykNoeDJz3PTDU7lWWyfl34KntaBRXLMAJWdGC7b5XwimXlrb9zn1iVdt-sk73jbN4P_F0mJn0QimpMwpWAtf7c7jLZbfwJ37y6u89M/s1600-h/104_3010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320937409711411346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1V425eqBTgm1_yPhCKEL2qisxpVa8MlimkwSYMykNoeDJz3PTDU7lWWyfl34KntaBRXLMAJWdGC7b5XwimXlrb9zn1iVdt-sk73jbN4P_F0mJn0QimpMwpWAtf7c7jLZbfwJ37y6u89M/s320/104_3010.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div>She has also figured out that she can climb out of her crib and so we have been forced to move her into a toddler bed a little earlier than we had planned. She can now open bedroom and bathroom doors often greeting Papi or me with a cheerful "hola" or "peek-a-boo" when we are in the shower. At night I am often woken by the sound of little hands fumbling with the doorknob and little feet scuttling across the floor, dragging her blanket behind her, till she can sneak into our bed to cuddle with Papi. The other day we went to wake her up from her afternoon nap and found the following scene:<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCbgUtP61aGObaLJNikcCqUJb2o8lKLBJK_Wt4rmNzn27M68R187s-Fskd29PK2_PG58nleZPFD7byLOXPl3b0pXezzUAkUdOBzMD7PK68cp3xM-W9vrA6f11pd7DMy-AYofGLWGgTpw/s1600-h/104_3031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320937115370123714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCbgUtP61aGObaLJNikcCqUJb2o8lKLBJK_Wt4rmNzn27M68R187s-Fskd29PK2_PG58nleZPFD7byLOXPl3b0pXezzUAkUdOBzMD7PK68cp3xM-W9vrA6f11pd7DMy-AYofGLWGgTpw/s320/104_3031.jpg" border="0" /></a>Hence the naked part of the post. She finds it hilarious to jump out of the bathtub and streak into the living room wearing nothing but a smile. Last night she refused to leave her footy pajamas on and stripped off her diaper after I put her down to sleep, of course she woke up at 2 AM soaking wet and crying. I think it may be time to try potty training (most of the time she is stripping off her diaper it is because it is wet) but I don't think she has figured out she can do something to prevent walking around in a wet diaper. Since this is my first attempt at potty training any advice on how to get started would be appreciated.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>In other news, for those who have not heard, we are expecting a new baby in the end of September. We are very excited by the prospect of another child but it has defiantly increased the stress level in the household. The Blue Prince is crushingly busy with work and school, extra jobs when he can get them and church callings. With this pregnancy my energy has plummeted and my nausea is just starting to recede to the point where I can enter in the kitchen let alone cook and clean there. The plague of colds and viruses have been cycling through the house with waves of ear infections, vomiting, eye infections and breathing issues leading to a miserable kid and parents. The weather has been cold, grey and snowy further discouraging the desire to emerge and be social. Um, so yeah we have been hibernating and will be very pleased with the real start of Spring and the uplift it brings.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-22434826215058996902009-03-08T11:22:00.005-06:002009-03-08T11:37:01.347-06:00Dancing with Papi or Conecting with her inner Latin rhythm<p>Bella loves to dance, at home, in the car or at church whenever she hears music you see her bending her knees or swaying to the music. This is a trait I wholly attribute to her Papi and she has a willing partner when she wants to get down.</p><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyf0zpkuvYBmep0vopB18hF3kht2UeWGZ5gqB_Zoo_g3rHII9G0rqct7FlL2cbg4fnHinomp2vz2njyxPvw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dynSn405WplvGu0hgB5c-JuI3WqHL09DIjQ06n0q3--pxSPeS-qQR7_zjPfg7Y8h1KSIFbTCVPobP50eiFb' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-68237815881556805362009-02-09T11:47:00.004-07:002009-02-09T13:29:08.333-07:00Happy 2nd Birthday BellaBella in her new jumper dress made by Bubbie Ishi.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300872270997261330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghe_S9IOb1addUdivGxbQn9vHv8jjLVyiN8wVm7F7xUyKwWjB5BcH0dhNWmOMIQNP_jZySy30AQkM5LUXD4qXQ2c6EKTsvcaWbETUYPkqsY2czFPyO8Gt_PVsWTEctXGucA35f9gaDajk/s320/104_2981.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>So my little one turned 2 this week, and it has been a week full of celebrations with various family members and friends. Starting off last weekend my dad came to visit to celebrate with both Bella and her aunt Emily. My dad subscribes to a very simple school of kid gift giving : take the kid to the store and whatever toy they stick to and refuse to release is the winner. Which is fine if you don't mind the tantrum that comes when you get ready to pay. Bella is the type who knows her mind and she did not want to release her baby doll to anyone especially not the stranger at the cash register. So yes, Bella got another baby doll, with a bottle and a stroller, thus feeding into her newest obsession with anything baby related.<br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300888676291624258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOnS3uJ4YSc1TFLdhrfOHUlGVX8BiAUQy73Dob0bIHu_4SDdRp43ZWutcSWBfQdR865h_IQgsTTldOGqapiQx4P0mNhvFbaVslffaX4BjUnQ7o8agc39XsgX31ApNAX_6RsJTXN4BFuaU/s320/ScannedImage.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>The next celebration was at her daycare/school where they threw her a little party on Wednesday and I brought cupcakes. I of course forgot my camera (I was walking out the door that day with a tray of cupcakes, a package of diapers and Bella's blanket so the camera oversight is not too surprising). These pictures are from the teacher from a card she sent home a couple days later. I have to say I love her new day care, they are fantastic. Bella loves to go and the little touches like sending home pictures of what she does during the day are wonderful. </div><div> </div><div>On Bella's actual birthday, we didn't do much. We had a play date with her friend Ella but since it was a school night for Papi we mostly just ate cake and gave her our present. On Friday Grandma came to visit and took us out to dinner at a local Chinese restaurant. The sweet old Chinese man who runs the place told my husband that he looked like Barack Obama. When he found out that Bella was having a birthday he brought her a box of Chinese pretzel sticks which were surprisingly flavorful. They are called Pretz, and we will have to look for them next time we go to the oriental market. </div><div> </div><div>Being a general slacker mom and knowing that she is still to young to demand a birthday party, we decided just to invite a couple friends over last night, eat more cake and call it good. The other big barrier to hosting an actual child focused party is the space limitation at our house. We can fit one extra family comfortably and sometimes stretch it to two but beyond that we run out of sitting space and plates and things and it stops being fun. We decided to invite our two Argentinean family friends, they had actually never met each other but got along fabulously. </div><div>Here are some pictures of Bella and her cake. She wasn't sure about blowing out the candle and got a little grumpy at that point. She got a lot happier when she realized it meant she got to eat more cake.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300872272945470018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8ju4QYakaezn4f-sR3VrVP7sLgAqH7uN5IlcbEt6v42HPNsWqnUQ9ofBEGEUfUxFsc2KluM8QqGFyPEkYagB3HbKCPhWRYsgk5nnQ0t5rYoexTAKjsXRlE4Wy3uVUQshX7f56x0bk2A/s320/104_2986.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300872271939992914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1rWXISvdZgQ079lWtNzCfLtmcZkDr31Jgs2-ropogOoV76iMSRhJUuAyejbmi0_PI8qdOakdQEIyb0f6R2Sc0WkXVTFUTbBjm9YTpq6DxqMEZLIBZiV9aq1Dyn1Knm-xmamacB8mEu8Y/s320/104_2987.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300885779624508290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAk4l_dAwKO4YEP2Rqahw1QsC5Og6D-4UyORlR1-cvtgnliCSNpvSRIm9Q-EL2Frq-dpWKOJ2MYagBmucd2uXChCvwkjvYTfJzTVIRbDq63_QWiSVfkFZKjGPVl0jAGUa91U2Z5XLcbb0/s320/104_2988.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300872281611911170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJ9SNDSwcPay0vap7sNY7yGRYOQBISD_mbXK7gawT6opUFfKu3FwO3pGkF8cRdOmkO2xPWcmPPY4E_2W1Xyt06uqKWuuLa90BRjwd0o8o4H_WUqp6rKG6lbAgkgVY40raU-kkEzQq8_w/s320/104_2990.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div>Ariel, Andrea and Bella's friend little Ada. She was crawling around under our feet all evening.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300872995550814434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Yhdoij9VA-fm39x5OhjVdzotPBqltCOTSEFNR7gWQ8IFfDiY7gFnnumRc_bqjQCcXd0zPzZ6TOIBJWzc8XCxAIXmyJlFzz0Mjz5Q1aILrro2mmuAtpuO7xUtNo5TbDqjW3MNj70z894/s320/104_2991.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Mario and Marcella, and their kids Francisco and Kaprielle also joined us. The kids were a little bored with the conversation but happily played Wii all evening.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300873002788066690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkwC6EPfY0h0mW0zAT9O6xoHrWjbPrShVffVTA0DzqzG0vzGKQ0YbnKoZxWAZFgQuinmMgdDi0oB7YOXsUeD_E4C98lC29r-k1DBc2ivY2sc8pXXcH5vzB0D0oEIHIY_nzLBmyLWwgVo/s320/104_2992.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300873009440736018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfXp7o8r37DjXEkfR8D2GOMUuedRv5Ap5aHn59ghHpUHO9iOhvEQaepsz3sFME6HcCpMQxxP1C3IPUCkMEZAHf0BKh4g-I2AuZsH_4nsH2ZYcWXjQl9pbgHg1beM0vDrvk2fPZTQxL8q8/s320/104_2995.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>And Bella did a good job of entertaining herself and everyone else. She found Marcella's glasses laying on the couch and decided to play movie star. Man I love this kid. Happy Birthday Baby.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300885783857006898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBjLDfdtQhp3qR6ktEjkQ23hBivInfZ0FfeRvOh3a5oqFslRgpxt3Y4eXKWdoljEDfXU5Q7XPFm2A9Ri-BVKtzlrMrDP5Qk-_o-l4BENKf36wIZWAyCBTNMPzD7ieN3upxspkn25fB60/s320/104_2998.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13eS-dLC5DoEQvwc-IN_uUoXCldoHMA70bViSbiYgd3kG0RTEx5mSlzausO5YQHfrQ2RjEuv00HVzstVSr5GMiQ2kCrCCUkHDvuKYTwqaaSl5lHtQAdp57xiFuW76Ji3FlkNjkWIckDI/s1600-h/104_3002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300873017815515746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13eS-dLC5DoEQvwc-IN_uUoXCldoHMA70bViSbiYgd3kG0RTEx5mSlzausO5YQHfrQ2RjEuv00HVzstVSr5GMiQ2kCrCCUkHDvuKYTwqaaSl5lHtQAdp57xiFuW76Ji3FlkNjkWIckDI/s320/104_3002.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPBGgVDwPffzh6NYrvL_r9533qQ11svXhsiEzYPLSU8Vv1hsRQTDT95YB1hBPIf3q0k1Nprd6o37j8KYilBerDqiXB_KSStR9_0zHIJwaCtfSsuTf9BD_ChF-UxzkX4kBbjQPd7a1kJI/s1600-h/104_2997.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-44953808311949463632009-01-09T14:01:00.004-07:002009-01-09T14:34:08.704-07:00Christmas Winter WonderlandHere are our pictures from Christmas.<br />Bella and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Papi</span> trimming our little Christmas tree. It's fun that she is getting to an age that she can somewhat participate in the festivities.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289403111863449426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPSpfxcBVUYKnWmbY8hgBpxItNOaZHjuQRL3AGytYCvFx-kXXMkR7f7bQQB8I8UGUxz5Mp0niX4YyGUkQHLIsxILeALnkyK0sGsYxdlmJViOvpuSXBRdUVTRydeseiQ1awyB4GbgzgBs/s320/447.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289403106650681458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXowoPNecBtvMVzmYLVmaEPbgO4BL0sAueerhjV8JjR2irxtdPQdZASOYhbL3ze9z3IHtfQQXf3FvwVd-wKDT-rMtsr4xUBalXiVtG4Xn_zPpYjWZDu-ndGpPrPvUGFJIAsa2uX0t-IGQ/s320/445.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />We spent Christmas in Brigham City at Grandma's house. Christmas came in the middle of a week that we all spent sick. Bella got sick first the weekend before (while we were visiting family in Southern Utah) and of course she passed it to me a couple days latter. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Deviating</span> from the usual course of things the Blue Prince managed to avoid this round of the Plague. His foreign immune system usually catches whatever is going around the house and gives him a worse version of it. Anyway I was the one sick on Christmas which turned out to be fairly good <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">timing</span> since I had my mom around to take care of me and aunties to keep track of Bella.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289403118106407058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuI5NJ7wlj8TcbSwTRTFMzLMRP9GjBWwEv9SpEyjLbswGGgwP_T9zcq7oFu-QuNERoxMvNI7mtm9f7p5RljebV4YRtgcgE5Mvs6KB28MlR8s4Ov07tealUdhHszla0Dip0c6v9BFIyN6c/s320/461.JPG" border="0" /><br />This is Bella opening gifts Christmas morning. Santa got her a little red wagon and a stuffed monkey that she loves to pull around giving rides to. She got a little miffed the other day when I wouldn't let her take the wagon in the car to daycare.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289403129408591442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBccbaHn9PdVoiFVNgYxt37S9tpT9rAe6xMHzLybDDYaXA3UUx4LDorit8matr5MCqqiWHafW12Rts6E0h7kHcATo1aFRT9LOBSFtw88flxL3g12ULQeXojVkN_nneyQkZU2VwkiPLdIg/s320/454.JPG" border="0" /><br />A couple family shots<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289403125044227874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieS3SH9aPpx8vF61tnolDtepGK7QKDIU9p2ibgyCHSRxG5SPIIHt9DkXzV_BGZnkZO1rwSZPpDr8qV-1ReJ-g7AkNfsP2fD-Nm_vmdq1qbcwSvtvkyJs-wCZukNbZi1BY3JDs9pTQZN5U/s320/470.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289403967375891202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH60dmlRIRO-faGFZrekiLO-R-Z5M_Sk0FWHbb60YCgOx8HFJmLJ5HgzxiyOMLkvB_4zHnhX5PtNIbEG3g7wJNapDqMT41A_HiuxRxK5gIUZp1HhnODlTHUTbbfA6vwLhCVmsqsPhfjqc/s320/478.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289404976492173426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLcdoGzwhMjGzdTKEsaemw-vS2MxEDv7iO4By0PTOxlTy4dFqeS8q_cenuZzSYqhNGPWe0TyElnRd9rN0NYwX3_tUtAcIPWtXIhXBkiD9AyU0XfUQC-dqVwSnQCG1ZJejDT4davElGIZI/s320/480.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />We have been getting a ton of snow for the last couple of weeks. This is the view of my mom's back yard Christmas morning. We decided to take Bella outside to play.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289403959526811698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcj6UGGdtpyvMjZcVWYXd_SZVeHZE9v5FoI20NlKdVCKUarmMUmuTbAO2yoxN5YS13PSAJS4CHiTo3FzlMH7O0JIP18cSaghOdYxKtNfEst2u7ZoyQDp9bRLdf-rVHuIrmbLK0SrW4vg/s320/466.JPG" border="0" /> She liked the icicles that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Papi</span> let her take off the roof. Mom forgot to bring her gloves so she is wearing a pair of socks on her hands for mittens.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHivsckWjYNTkdnmHqUzAKM1cf7E9x-0ZHKe8u-SaTNMzLCtlm7DLAJ8-UYoDj7lL2uU6z3MJ2YGW30B96r06GPTkyTry51jcYx02wezgjXhZ7XkEeA7ErEwy6yP2aViUnpQm9rm99IZ0/s1600-h/485.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289403996027344546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHivsckWjYNTkdnmHqUzAKM1cf7E9x-0ZHKe8u-SaTNMzLCtlm7DLAJ8-UYoDj7lL2uU6z3MJ2YGW30B96r06GPTkyTry51jcYx02wezgjXhZ7XkEeA7ErEwy6yP2aViUnpQm9rm99IZ0/s320/485.JPG" border="0" /></a> She wasn't crazy about the whole walking in snow part. (She is actually standing in a snow bank here)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKc8vMyLk7IDHhS387QZTSa3KT4Yonk3mXi0DYxDLtdqb9cfMSZv000P7oHcgw8EOj4nEVcq8w8wtJZAjGFiZ7edhuUGZpIIzM4lCgSL98QGSQcjuyludH3mPv-XcNL7LYrnOQGY0ryQ/s1600-h/484.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289403985517594690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKc8vMyLk7IDHhS387QZTSa3KT4Yonk3mXi0DYxDLtdqb9cfMSZv000P7oHcgw8EOj4nEVcq8w8wtJZAjGFiZ7edhuUGZpIIzM4lCgSL98QGSQcjuyludH3mPv-XcNL7LYrnOQGY0ryQ/s320/484.JPG" border="0" /></a> Her favorite was of course Grandma's swing. Tears were shed when she was forced to come inside when her fingers were turning into <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Popsicles</span>. The impromptu gloves didn't last too long.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289404136538836722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3AF2G3neZuiG86Es67kwv3MjmcOex18lH3tejBjgZYwxAYx8K8J6ZcQwpSZ6QVfmjBbpJ4XSTGrYc6IaNrOk3JzwNugIMgykTP7BYavM7xlNYVo-u8Vx0LZqa7N2S2m6UCw5He4xAd38/s320/488.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-34271488242162282582009-01-09T13:45:00.006-07:002009-01-09T14:01:50.873-07:00Finally an updateAs many of you have undoubtedly noticed, it has been quite a while since I've updated my blog. The main reason is that the mother board on my laptop died and so I was virtually computerless for several weeks. I did get a new computer for Christmas (thanks Dad) but since then I have been working on other computer projects and unfortunately this blog has taken somewhat of a backseat to those. I did want to share some recent pictures we had taken as a family. Those of you that are family members who would like copies please let me know which ones you would like and what sizes.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289398643540620514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2XzIUpE1fjRQKTowyH7mgPhfTVdOM_m5CGdmszaqOM6tjctdphVI662LsYWo7yO6Mj4Q2QGYh9gKHiMtuw5E87mFhg32r1zum9h1aH3JWxCOv715_LLcuqPcuAfZqMBLX05gaSBHMYQ/s320/scan0008.jpg" border="0" />An actual family portrait. We went primarily to get pictures of Bella but figured that we would try a family shot while we were at it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YwR2Ll61uuXnjkIPMnQclf9jEmwLWiBKVl2fIST16fc7zjJJNs0gf-jYX-RoDPUZMfFrPTRRngXqHKfAZieuQLB6vhaSJzQSzBaqDd0pv2Pk5q2h_OuPMKfsnD-STU33yeK4YwdtjZ4/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289398666227582930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YwR2Ll61uuXnjkIPMnQclf9jEmwLWiBKVl2fIST16fc7zjJJNs0gf-jYX-RoDPUZMfFrPTRRngXqHKfAZieuQLB6vhaSJzQSzBaqDd0pv2Pk5q2h_OuPMKfsnD-STU33yeK4YwdtjZ4/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHzkDELhuEWtZywbB5ioi-6xiLsVWexLLwqZkX7Y9zPmdTiSwkMGSD_CPdwIkkDzrsW1_utzjTH4X3MKSJd-KI3w_ZZrN3oMkVwWspaG0sd2fCaPOlHedfaXnOzkjji03AQalXO_F8xs/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289398660199387938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHzkDELhuEWtZywbB5ioi-6xiLsVWexLLwqZkX7Y9zPmdTiSwkMGSD_CPdwIkkDzrsW1_utzjTH4X3MKSJd-KI3w_ZZrN3oMkVwWspaG0sd2fCaPOlHedfaXnOzkjji03AQalXO_F8xs/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289401028271701266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIatPOx0lrLzZH6w-fpPTXeL4906Z134e3pWqIa6Jg5ZnWzlKj5SPWFgrA-C79F6-VEVmAM3tqB-NUGTnkHOAMEixPIDMQKXEkT06heKxCOkNprlNfWw3EWa_PymcmAdfvuFr8QMNNSXY/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlOr_-uwwzoBFIUuEixu2xDnDe76rDIvkmjBTzC8EfhHtT9LOpim3aSdomGNFbhOqH8TitYcudYxq3F3jtn54HDZ0THL8ehPFCcCDZqkcZzbL1rsVM_vUUFgTUtYuFi4k0YtYj7zaFEGo/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289398652356883874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlOr_-uwwzoBFIUuEixu2xDnDe76rDIvkmjBTzC8EfhHtT9LOpim3aSdomGNFbhOqH8TitYcudYxq3F3jtn54HDZ0THL8ehPFCcCDZqkcZzbL1rsVM_vUUFgTUtYuFi4k0YtYj7zaFEGo/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEjW9c9XKbESbg_CHa-UtBz8bwPEakW102XcA7QYuWnI7Jttf7cyyrxbaEnk-MIzVi1y9FAaS2EuzIYLpjYHAd87r_TkSBRIdMNcW33dQReTNPeagB6oJ4I08DnSx223lbevCu6uzvBxw/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289398647985958322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEjW9c9XKbESbg_CHa-UtBz8bwPEakW102XcA7QYuWnI7Jttf7cyyrxbaEnk-MIzVi1y9FAaS2EuzIYLpjYHAd87r_TkSBRIdMNcW33dQReTNPeagB6oJ4I08DnSx223lbevCu6uzvBxw/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is probably my favorite picture of her out of the bunch. As Aunt Caitlin pointed out, she looks so sweet and innocent with her "who me?" face, and then you look closer and realize she is strangling the stuffed puppy. </div></div></div>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-28603541439792900232008-11-02T22:28:00.006-07:002008-11-02T23:35:14.544-07:00Halloweenish type activities<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264299647308179874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR3VJaz9WlBE266SIx4MKo7qJNvsjpjG9EEzqTUOJSgbRKFqRdmGNWVU-rg-_Nhwz1W5s1gwrnqNVWaJN828LLl7bxh5S4Nwqx0DWgSoQwtJx7nVObHcZOYRjdgUY4bfQQBwgrT_ujPDg/s320/104_2857.jpg" border="0" /><br />We started our Halloween festivities a couple weeks early this year with a trip to Lagoon. My mom gave us some free tickets from her work at the beginning of the summer but there was always something going on that prevented us from going. Finally, knowing they were expiring the end of October, we decided to just pick-up and go on a Friday afternoon.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264301813124215602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjveoic3Ip_EBUIFkNpZmnCf0VMoc9FYK_FWyGA0kCIUH4IPlLgg0QEifbKuyVI4XxkTgJ4Xf7jO9KgKfqrx_12FUbbue9q_doIvHKBt-Uej3SRM5UoWlO_MZy7RPXMgBbR_97rN-5U-Iw/s320/104_2843.jpg" border="0" /><br />Bella seemed to enjoy all the rides and movement. She drove her boat all by herself and didn't even try to lean over and play in the water. There was of course a fit after each ride stopped as it blew her little 20 month old mind that we would put her in a toy to play for 2-3 minutes only to tear her away when she was just getting the hang of it.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264301820350468594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMROy6wveyRJgX6J5uQhHolslddS1PTwCbhA9-R5i-SrIH_I_DjSIBqV-OFqMdFd3XOwhec4VN-4NX2g7sLfdk2JhMfEjm47I-eS3MYjnDZglI2jLOVsrzTtY-eRCtbnL6s_izbYDbtaE/s320/104_2823.jpg" border="0" /><br />She clambered all over her train seat and tried to climb into the ones in front of us. Did I mention she answers better to the name "Monkey" than her own.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264299654187383346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvh5FM2amD_U_9g-dO-4EGfSmUrBesIsRtR1RJwKx_r7j7ZCslJrCkJeyRancCJU-fKUA_RVD0mxTpBnnquIpjnJ8ETDbaWTcbXpZjQcwP_D4qJv9ROxcBYagYjHAI1fGhYbsmGUu1SOI/s320/104_2852.jpg" border="0" /><br />Here are Mommy and Bella bugs. Buggy is another of her nicknames, given by a doctor in the ER during our first visit when he mentioned that she was such a "happy and active little bug" in spite of being covered as she was in full body hives.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264299654891884946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeiKIgZvzEXGtYiDEmNKPzxp4wBPB_4bhPLO6cr8M5m0jAnIuzAme4EvHXNFyCWpcCRRJ4AvLkqOWyrp5iAzy2QQoXdl2mVtmHRanwxujPJbTAm6ZCa7j9aKwEqQVvVUuiy6PYmud_KQM/s320/104_2853.jpg" border="0" /><br />The Blue Prince hanging out in his shackles. He keeps complaining that living here (or my cooking) is making him fat. We keep reassuring him that he is fine but I think I will make a copy of this as photographic proof the next time he brings up the subject. :)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264299668392325426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_jTQJTmGki97YrfMmDU8oraj4U4sw3PJFfNBPEyJAFRU4VrHly4T8aj8X1ypuIwG3V7Eaq_SQ7pKAPQOp2z_pHDNlaleIyLOTpQVuI-q0_rrmcvoDSsk3zc5vpe_b-60gl54COHcaPc/s320/104_2894.jpg" border="0" /><br />For her actual Halloween costume Bella was dressed as a Fairy princess/Butterfly. Mostly butterfly as she refused to keep the princess crown on her head longer than 3 seconds. She thought it was a game and would joyfully pull it off and try to put it on my head or on Papi's. She is pictured here with Aunt Emily who is of course dressed as Sarah Palin. I think she pulled it off quite well.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264300119828980658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLuQSssC4dHCwIN_jmSdv6yB_FB0pRLomIFnoIUdkX0sDDarZr7082NDax7b4AFjhiYWlbZyxi20uldjUj9wUEc8LYUvmjZ5O86LGschk5ylCIhJ1huTf0HWP_YtzeRHKAIrRZYBsWg7o/s320/104_2901.jpg" border="0" /><br />Here is the back view of Bella's Costume. She tolerated the wings well but didn't really understand that they stuck out farther than her body and so they would occasionally get mangled or knock things over when Bella tried to squeeze into small spaces.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264300115579086290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_lqbHX7uKoW6BZyHFqPB2KoMECNQ6MrwNZZ94ykgdEofNE7v2960eA_Xp76tSrnjcFW-XhgGJmZsXbXX6yCa58jxmK-xX-5NkabxjbuZPtGy9S4ewa1K0xOFi7Io6OZ8b9F52u8S-Pt4/s320/104_2904.jpg" border="0" /><br />She learned to say the phrase "trick or treat" quite clearly and would say it all the way up to the doorway, she would give a little knock on the door, and then would go suddenly silent the moment someone answered. She really liked her "Pumpkin" or "Box" as she calls it. She became quite adept at picking out her treat and putting it inside the hole. We stopped by my grandmother's house to show her off and of course she got several pieces of candy for her box. While we were chatting in the next room she snuck off and figured out where Grandma had stashed the candy bowl and helped herself to a couple more pieces before she got caught.<br /><br /><br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264300127949258514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpgkjqFUhX2QBEj5rvWy23Biz23QmsTga7nmr70eFDVurrWMHtQteGP_sAxpvHEFbpmQT4ZFTTfz95bU0qdYXEnBx7LXNaZbLUOwqkEdziv6VlpmGVal9UPgj7ODiz9jYxlD6rC2SPOpk/s320/104_2905.jpg" border="0" /> I guess that's what Halloween is all about, to see how much candy loot you can collect before some responsible adult puts a kibosh on all the fun.</div></div>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-85404525761416739582008-11-02T21:51:00.006-07:002008-11-02T22:25:35.670-07:00Videos, get your videos here<p>I have stored up several videos from the last month or so and decided to put them all out for your viewing pleasure at once. </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyYcGp0kULH1vZoEVy0BWO8ni_UKgtbxGhHWINUguYlMuMn3UXziQHMjdwxHnDesM_72QZzE6JLsXn4Gekf' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>This first one is from our San Diego trip, playing on the beach with Papi. Sorry about the dizzying camera action half way through. The incoming wave was soaking me as I was recording.</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx9H42stQq1BFiEwNDQC4ClvEGY4J_NGPsmoFV3fEBmIsbbInnU1FFLtnQRwdWJ_bR9NyhnHq9nB17ncx4B' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>This one is a video I affectionately call "Ping". It's for all those individuals who love baby laughter. No one can make Bella laugh like her papi.</p><p> </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzyM5AHXWSEM2uAKzqeVSVXwgkZZ0Ngx6-0DxP7QtmV-8n4q6X2oZ9zBvw65GdSbfAhu6qzIFZq0tW-99XA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>This is a video I took a couple weeks ago when Bella was helping me harvest the green tomatoes from our tomato plants. Apparently she found a little green hard tomato and decided that it was a ball. She spent the next half an hour playing catch with herself, throwing the "tomato ball" across the courtyard and chasing after it. What can I say, the kid needs more playmates. </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzCMvCNQQxSZ0uVR_kZpgJ2uuvPQBPuqcbFvJtrTWjWZgIAZHee66rt6CyIAfBFRQjdOeb_EImEIpihT-Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Bella is fascinated with animals and animal sounds recently. When aunt Caitie was here for a visit she found several leaves outside and decided to fashion wings. Here is Bella's birdy impression.</p>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-16952641423368618132008-10-17T00:29:00.006-06:002008-10-17T01:42:28.800-06:00GIA graduationAt the beginning of the month my family all met up in California for my sister Caitlin's graduation from the Gemological Institute of America in Carlsbad. She is now a real live certified jeweler and has two sets of letters after her name. We are all impressed that she has turned her love of all things sparkly into a viable career.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258007442532645394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUh0rqgzjd8q3pxM6DGct0hAKNlFkOJ0HRiBC5BlPBqGeWppeWnDBOjGw8P9iV0V6ER_urtpeOXKFJGfuVibRZx358WnIOJ_kxi9yoHW7ecJYRh7QPZQb0QNa5yT7A_lbexQxID3Kfwdc/s320/104_2676.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Oh and when I said my family met up in California I was literally referring to almost all of my fun mixed-up family together at the same time. Here is a picture of "The Clan" (listed from the bottom left and moving up and around the table) when we went out to lunch. We have: My sister Shoshana, her boyfriend Casey, my mom, my mom's mom, my dad's current wife Kathy, my dad, My dad's second wife's mom Joanie, Family friend's the Jimenez (Joyce, Ron, Steven, and Nicki), my sister Emily, My sister Caitlin and her boyfriend Tom, myself and Bella. The Blue Prince is taking the picture and missing is my dad's second wife Ishi, who unfortunately had to go home the day before to support my littlest sister in taking her SATs. Needless to say it was quite a group. The term herding cats comes to mind but everyone got along well and it was fantastic to see everyone.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlgrQ2PUsuKzuCWRvoL66WLfUICavMlZHDkZGPs-Ad8ucH3GKJ0oqlCTRFy2HhYKOXkKk5QFkpX_CTEnuktPk84ONp0OK6Na5zKqT41m6vA_iY1PjRKbFMgBE7o-WUnholj78RCv4Yls/s1600-h/104_2690.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258008936415733970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlgrQ2PUsuKzuCWRvoL66WLfUICavMlZHDkZGPs-Ad8ucH3GKJ0oqlCTRFy2HhYKOXkKk5QFkpX_CTEnuktPk84ONp0OK6Na5zKqT41m6vA_iY1PjRKbFMgBE7o-WUnholj78RCv4Yls/s320/104_2690.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As you can tell from the picture, Bella is the only small person in the family so needless to say she got lots of love and attention. She held up well under all the adoration but by the end seemed to get a bit clingy with mom and dad. It is tough work being so overly loved all the time.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258013225595367778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYx2otZRWquyWKI6bFT4qmG4ck0qZluKw_k9t510qc0GKuDWdiEBYYK4iw1xjrAuHff4VWfU2Mhng6HO7FajSTocGnEtpTKpfWnwqghm9zs0tdg3T7Fulhj8ovZG88rnlqjTHwK8V820/s320/104_2726.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />We stayed in Carlsbad and decided to spend Saturday afternoon on the beach. It was somewhat chilly and so we all decided to walk and wade a little bit on the beach instead of swimming. <br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258008930605318642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha63X6Oh19y1EhVgbTFv0HYpUWvcZoYx27rw1C4DLMcFuFPN70DiIa6oJ7Wts_QRECoDIMIG5rnu7HT-Fsg8woI04Lc4cOpfEhbdInu4zVqurjsnz8utbVlWBTZhJcyqTi9uvYpsaYe-U/s320/104_2748.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Of course Bella didn't quite grasp the whole wading instead of swimming part and ended up more that a little soaked. The waves were quite rough so she wasn't the only one. All of us ended up with wetter than expected pant legs.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258008983351085570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jes6hV2JqTzZ9af_Dxm5qRXipAyZew6yyEXVG8uYymizfWiMu6h8HdBq_5v-JCiLqBCqhzZoZAprUP4ERIAepGxRCb9pKLPtP8PeeXIVUqRrzZ7hXIN-iYMAPNBF5VNyandmU411ny8/s320/104_2708.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Bella had fun playing with Papi being lifted out of the way of the incoming water. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1d__miTX75qZjLvuhZ5R_bXQ9_fkfg8MoHxum1rOu7mtdQO-_gnBbzMzfH-QOjTx0_NkbD2T7voyMZpn-GS4gfsY7Wex-5il654oBYSH5XXEQlSrUt6C8RRU1zLfrygDc5wFJ4gJf8s/s1600-h/104_2703.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258008944364734994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1d__miTX75qZjLvuhZ5R_bXQ9_fkfg8MoHxum1rOu7mtdQO-_gnBbzMzfH-QOjTx0_NkbD2T7voyMZpn-GS4gfsY7Wex-5il654oBYSH5XXEQlSrUt6C8RRU1zLfrygDc5wFJ4gJf8s/s320/104_2703.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Shoshana and Casey decided to bury my husband in the sand, reminiscent of the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MzBqX0qXbEY">sand necktie </a>episode of Mythbusters. They didn't make it much farther that this, but it is a good view of what he would look like as a dwarf.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjllNnqVh8nxnNSk03SHnAxASb6Pyx5imaLDCBmjoNfg-ubwnDkbc91o_hyphenhypheni5IlKFSrKTSCIvrUZTkUVdDKBeXsBfnv3lkMgWtTwJm35R4Yv8ny7R7Y_Z0zjbsCHwPzsCQd1mvsGoqYeb4/s1600-h/104_2738.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258007461940052818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjllNnqVh8nxnNSk03SHnAxASb6Pyx5imaLDCBmjoNfg-ubwnDkbc91o_hyphenhypheni5IlKFSrKTSCIvrUZTkUVdDKBeXsBfnv3lkMgWtTwJm35R4Yv8ny7R7Y_Z0zjbsCHwPzsCQd1mvsGoqYeb4/s320/104_2738.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Caitlin and her boyfriend Tom were being all shmoopy and cute on the beach (and everywhere else). We liked to tease them about inadvertently matching. (I mean seriously, from the brown pants all the way up to the red hair). It was the first time that Tom met "The Clan" and bless his heart he had the initiation by fire of meeting us all at once. Well I guess we can't say that he got to meet everyone. The <a href="http://adventuresorangeandblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/jamess-wedding.html">Big Brother and his Russian Bride</a> were not present which probably made things a little easier as he likes to play his big brother protector role to the hilt on the few occasions he gets the chance. It's hard work having 5 younger sisters.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258008946755339010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcIKbXgmCHLUIML9WKzcTMrstEonfEG4NdiJl-enXbme2AlIjlPYK5CXBD1d3yWVB1m4wWs57qhOUABCUAB0l9OtIc2HmdGZ4j-r16H8yckgkx3PJmTermfBXRgMukeEEiCsI35iMnI2o/s320/104_2737.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />I didn't notice when I took this picture of the cute couples starring off into the sea, that Emily was sitting in the middle of them playing in the sand. Unfortunately I made the mistake of mentioning the juxtaposition of it to her, leading to a comment of "gee thanks, I didn't feel like a third wheel till you pointed it out". Emily understandably got a bit tired of all the coupledom by the end of the trip.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhACNL_18XArQftk6kkqmdaa5zwTI2yDRFpGu5LaJHkKtVv1cxLppE2cSV5rbz_bYp3SgYNPbrn1yGhxYvi3xU-x-wJpoBn9BKwVArLBSpjy39ujGESu7unw-aG6PuuEn9hK-o4RMm1XCM/s1600-h/104_2743.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258007469980548482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhACNL_18XArQftk6kkqmdaa5zwTI2yDRFpGu5LaJHkKtVv1cxLppE2cSV5rbz_bYp3SgYNPbrn1yGhxYvi3xU-x-wJpoBn9BKwVArLBSpjy39ujGESu7unw-aG6PuuEn9hK-o4RMm1XCM/s320/104_2743.jpg" border="0" /></a> Always in search of a good family picture, this is the closest we got on this trip. Which is kind of sad considering the blurriness and scowl on Bella's face. All in all it was a lovely trip and a nice break from the cold Autumn weather in these parts.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258007450955177170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJT8zVhyvig-CaJ-A9QXjWRcV7fv3K-m3vcPVRnHn5oK69ALtF9L2T71GovbfVdM_NL0GLvTV-UI-Gb_VqoYWqfLSe69l9SbLIZZXwOGkXM4E6qNbQ8pq5p7MYW8Qd9H9TQssSJVeVM0/s320/104_2710.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-78841356761802911822008-09-25T21:50:00.003-06:002008-09-25T22:15:46.881-06:00Bathroom Remodel<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250173394868696578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqf7dFkx7-QcV9XB7O3VspDgMuV4R22ABBlkJ1o4GZJvQcy3ikMJEgpGHm0xWCAVuhn3HkQd2CT6Iqw4cS50g56XLaZ6MVZBdZWkrMV-AB9A-kxniDzFUu3weJASEFurlITYb9jC35ZI/s320/104_2054.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250173403182631186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6f4tplDCrBWmX-z8AHe6mAJxrOf-W2Js81kWRUe57xld6PO-suDQQKRJQcQZNCP6v3kKUITC2OjlTEcTRpVYKVdpCqCvPajSc0DZv4Nl3uaSA6cd5utV2rrS0rXcunEsLyoZWfC9rlEE/s320/104_2056.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250173397991104482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDN4so44hMvlL8XaIfGIjXQWnzCrhOYt0YPt2q5wqMpmAPJkoR6VAWzEFtEqMYVVXtK77yk6o2DqA_6ZjK2gD7GQQz_46jsM4TtpKhCRAuYihPfYHH3PBAP5OLheS1P0LZqgq5vHhvFA/s320/104_2055.jpg" border="0" />The other Summer project that got mostly finished this month was my Mother's master bathroom/entire home plumbing project. Here are some pictures of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">original</span> bathroom.<br />We ended up tearing out the built-in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cabinets</span>, most of the back wall (to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">accommodate</span> the new plumbing and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">electrical</span> work), and enclosing the side window leading to the other bathroom. We also took out the gross 30 year old green shag, put down tile, installed a shower and a new toilet and sink. And of course when I say we, I mostly mean the Blue Prince. Other than some demolition, clean up and painting I mostly just chased Bella out of the work area.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZIexgZJrzOSl1AoU5GB_eFpenv8_zRZzBLPNfx0m9zEe3SFrmn78xfFsUqvqKVNnGU-EvIOJ8yrFqvPKqvCq1sWHC4i2xIL_wyw61VNFKVXJL29tAjkR9SGGMN9UVMKihPBTNt_kddM/s1600-h/104_2622.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250173406716526146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZIexgZJrzOSl1AoU5GB_eFpenv8_zRZzBLPNfx0m9zEe3SFrmn78xfFsUqvqKVNnGU-EvIOJ8yrFqvPKqvCq1sWHC4i2xIL_wyw61VNFKVXJL29tAjkR9SGGMN9UVMKihPBTNt_kddM/s320/104_2622.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWh7LnGyL5ON1A2B4YDzwu8Zy9V9NlxOlRH1T40OSaBZSwqWx4qlkdxJygQEWtJ7iMmUh4B_du_7KQBFqsQfEmCoK7ZqLkKXCboEaoiGrb9WvFunqO3WRGgyYpIefpyZ4MCDafL37dosI/s1600-h/104_2604.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250173409438382690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWh7LnGyL5ON1A2B4YDzwu8Zy9V9NlxOlRH1T40OSaBZSwqWx4qlkdxJygQEWtJ7iMmUh4B_du_7KQBFqsQfEmCoK7ZqLkKXCboEaoiGrb9WvFunqO3WRGgyYpIefpyZ4MCDafL37dosI/s320/104_2604.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here are the post construction pictures. There is a reason my mom adores her son-in-law. "We" are taking a bit of a break before tackling her other bathroom.lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-61807941552347056452008-09-25T19:42:00.010-06:002008-09-25T21:50:48.678-06:00One month catch upSo as my friends and family are wont to point out, it has been over a month since I updated my blog... No real excuses, I've thought of several blog topics but none of them have really panned out so instead you get a travel-log with many pictures.<br /><br /><br />My garden:<br />Still doing well, we have a ton of tomatoes that are slowly turning red at the rate of about 3-4 a week. My dad and Kathy came to visit a couple of weekends back and we turned some of my 2 foot basil plants into fantastic pesto. I loved these pictures of Bella with the cucumber right out of the garden. She ended up eating it down to a nub. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250142297289294290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOTCJREqCV2-PFRwMxajXJK2o0b0cLnmsWaRmL8xgYp3nuCqTq75fE9omC3ZnIO0xCGqiwkfUOd2szuDd03TCJyrqFxe1iyOFcnhUXkZl4iWLH3aLQquzkB7KqQ8tCIk5t1gRwyzW4Ns/s320/104_2532.jpg" border="0" />Pickles were her first food as they calmed her when she was first teething. I guess the food preference stuck. (insert weened on a pickle joke here :))<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250150780553480210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmybfbzB5tm7lLy7-QmRHBJHEbueyvggYmqekDN0fh7LLG_Ffdv4gngQREvM1oz1-QUrl2wkYbq3b9CbPFx02mMWmIMLDbieVkXEF5iqK3H_yzxB3BswoIZUFlgOHZwiDR6ZnV8lPqO1g/s320/100_1391.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250142303127772434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcKQeNLoLDvsNDl7Bx7viaq7UOFb5BZntaE_dGgqIbRGbXaUp3KpI6d7BriE0ucJ5hcWJRVHebFHFHmpkm2QH-cv2I-1xRrKAp7pAX9cY4y_3Mn30o6ZhbXDZL3Z-o9BuRUwmKpfdGQM/s320/104_2531.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Hill Air Force Base Museum:<br />Since he arrived in Utah three years ago, every time we drove north to Brigham City the Blue Prince would look longingly at the Hill AFB aerospace museum. Finally this month his dream became reality. So many airplanes, so little time.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250142302143330210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sz7wNdYxk92lQjIrnXm3B2AdQ-N5kGskx5GWHq57YuoXhOgrMH6-CSCSu7KYsL3_tqF0f_QhVHXZNenCUi9k8qNeIXFTfy931dveaqWmMCzDdPqYbnuL8N8rFX_4mR9iUlxlf5gREf0/s320/104_2581.jpg" border="0" /><br />Notice Bella standing up in the stroller in protest of being strapped down. She figured out how to walk anyway.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250142304780236850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJxZx8u7SVQSCkUfSPXA1jsB-7Djh3Wqfg2cGPYbCrsq-KXx5x1Al-IqZYu4tvuKWka7Wiygqkikj0U7ZRKDM01Ir3LQi2XSEe-3KPsJcjfoqJDuzwePBOeWfay_jdZ1vb9yp0MPgcUk/s320/104_2584.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250142312505939186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglSHSqKfJnDS1oHFdis9MV0UDj-LsDbTH66qqtP0xMDZXGZXrDUMOeNHn3FBgpdg1Iz-oQxwZnCbxOmYitAxtnhPb6lYJOFZny1e8apb6Rll1Fta9YNPcn5yqbpsLAC3XeorW-4c2AX28/s320/104_2585.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Peach Days:<br />We made it up to my mom's for the yearly pilgrimage back to Brigham City for Peach days. Everyone enjoyed the parade and Bella enjoyed getting all spoiled and sugared up by her grandma and aunt.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250144075229214066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFekPPf6Pdv3k3NuS2WAXzvbH_jG0sDHAzIqqPUTBWB51O8lW18CRAGEdtfrbuuAM2ETJC4kFHmwpFmmpm1JZhxXeL8beYSOUGli3YchowDw1qyB9egT06mb33S2BIqhbWv5X9k02ies/s320/104_2640.jpg" border="0" /><br />Notice the sucker and the hair bows. A prime example of what happens when we visit Grandma (she pitches a fit every time I try to touch her hair)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250144079363819714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwAA_rYkP_ZrEmfqa4KVoQlhMsWWxg3ZLjbB5yLCiPm9b6KZgwNjmyb1gZ1MIo9X7dnCv2b4-EsDgx5BBHY1zcjQxBxAnmykinxQHZ6BzHwBqbzcWo5YSO_C8N9hE-S6ClZ3FkwHhVc2w/s320/104_2642.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Mill Creek Canyon:<br />We took advantage of a beautiful fall evening to go up the canyon with some friends a couple Monday's back. We lit a fire with much lighter fluid and the blue prince's welding torch. Due to the Uruguay/Argentine contingent, dinner was of course grilled meat followed by rounds of Mate by the fire. One of the most pleasant evenings we have had in a long time. Pictured are a side view of Ariel playing with the fire, a decent family shot, and a good picture of Andrea and little Ada.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250144087379369682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEeWav0sRjulasShTjI1696SZ2r9tOeLsWBAlMcqRj9re33KorKfmJilkNNZUclsqjZnquO5j4nMzPpPgE6i6xqbGHcX5dte1iPzMI6Gtj5r8n1xffahkgOiqv41DeS29i1Ovu16PaJhI/s320/104_2645.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250144084463846066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2m1SW2jWrHnOhOKGQvFZs00dJWTdZgHAtBxjIw4CGOeby7V1BK3DU7eX2cVp_gz513gN6RA6e0G4I2YDHYuPPQM1lkirQN3YfCKt0sUpgKHogopCPoPcQcctp8uwhf1AamgVhKvmUUs/s320/104_2651.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250144089897216482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQSTrK0kRlDtbgJXE0Ib7BY5cctksYC1OoR5N1aIzqzBT8Bnl7A_BDdAPD34v5XB2qZ3uqF7pZeW-qQCnpbdoBLGKz4E2HtYkY8dpVHYeR0uC1oe3wluAMfrGr4Cv9rKlSvtI2WG1v8Y/s320/104_2644.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Watching Ella:<br />Ella is the youngest daughter of my dear friends Brandon and Kelly. She is about six months younger than Bella and she has been coming over to play every Tuesday afternoon while her mom is teaching a class. The two girls play quite nicely together in a toddler, parallel play kind of way. I have known Brandon for over 11 years now, and the other day we were commenting on how bizarre it is to see our children playing together.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250146656520897186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjoyNe9hy7wXLfbKlz-kiahfO8KHlyxg3CWAAGEJVe0ZRiHUZZu6EGj_EoBB6OSpxInXh2WsETg93KX3bjVHSTsRYT6SvJp7e5OIvPkiG35DvlVygW0Vqd-do-AS_TtE48QD2r24J3Dc/s320/104_2660.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyKjlFrcR_6d9ejy7eeRa5xF1HBe_MavO-cLLNwaGGu_2cZIOiBdoF0GfMT-dMMOqVHfg7NOieJoELE7qt9' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br />Memory Grove:<br />Last Friday we decided to explore sites around Salt Lake that we had never visited and ended up at Memory Grove. Considering we lived a time in a nearby neighborhood, this was a glaring oversight. The park was beautiful and made for a lovely hike.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250146658917384434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51elKcKQnYoG6ZJQKRradoTFs_ilXxVmxFPglYvPf3C96sr3A_gTajXPKR1rHicNWb3OXkcBc7mV0jeFqpWX3LuC4FUotXEhiDjCe-6brYXSklBSu-bZXPFhoBIxash3kJ8Qh-lN7fLw/s320/MG.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250146658550821666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicBVBQnUzzQeUEMURz_Cyevi9Nb8q5aPZbVEugU7hGwE3xqe_7iWTFRKClL9Z9851Auf9keoeyYVzPp-w55dj5IUuLaSuZI5INi3UvpJHTXSOssHGHozH7LJZmy-mYlbsIFw3PF50Hlk/s320/EdgardoMG.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Following the hike we were resting on a bench and Bella decided to explore my diaper bag. She pulled out a swim diaper, and the changing pad and proceeded to see how many ways she could put on the diaper. After several minutes of sticking her arms through the holes she lighted on the next logical challenge: balancing the diaper on her head.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250148182368896882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxmJ6ryHs49oiSyZBhQYw-jE_NFhXCQfDWL2chR8uWGTGWBgb1dpMcRK6YBkHGwkFkc3iAdP35G22UWHU0CvWe9F_fXZgg1FopwRl9ZgyqhiK5we45exdeMIp1bbVJNvtUaUQHLkg8Yw/s320/LaurenMG2.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Notice the intense look of concentration.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250146663623547890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGrP6qlYMMGPTLpD5P7p-QBIGb1uzJxp0t8jCfAy1yzS-_6xE-GpaqtXIelx2cv3k4dSk4YWnD9q8TAfGuyv1T1mKL88wWPpPgJZpEKFokCsPNO66SVY2xLFh0SuuRUVGBFtbe5v1Z4Nk/s320/LaurenMG.jpg" border="0" /></p>Anyway, along with a memorable trip to the state fair (that included a Virgin of Guadalupe hat, many animals to pet and a new horsey toy) you are basically caught up on our month. I hope you enjoyed the pictures.lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-19764023726861701392008-08-18T12:49:00.006-06:002008-10-17T01:51:16.690-06:00Thanksgiving pointOn Saturday we got tired of boredly staring at each other and decided to leave the house. Our destination: Thanksgiving Point Gardens. None of us had gone before and as I tend to geek out with plants and gardens in general it sounded like a good fit. (Is it silly to say that one of my favorite parts was the demonstration tomato garden? I was feeling slightly smug that none of their full sized tomatoes were ripe yet either). The Blue Prince just kept sighing with pleasure about how calm and peaceful everything was. (I think we have been working him too hard)Anyway, on to the pictures:<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235932964468271266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg49H-j5_xhtHmSw9eawWCSjSAyOf9AMLhg14Sx4KpO0mjIvfKtx_l5oLXbQ0_r940l2nMYFhoHAbQns4vTYWWJH1-1ML6e6jjG0d-iGhk8ijuVSMevmOVEMwxSfu4sY5DFvaltWRKl7ME/s320/104_2480.jpg" border="0" />Bella and myself on the bridge of the Monet Garden. Bella is peeved that I wouldn't let her play in the lake.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61xMDJIjNHViLhgeSzJCIoIMfTG3u6fSNEGNnkKpXDUnQfv8zq40STwH1N0TikuZk-7huRej7tnwfIN5qSvk6JI0szzQOy8vEe9qLNW4dyZaPYq2UGuo1tfBK6zm5y9jggcc32VAbOkk/s1600-h/104_2523.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235933819249563922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61xMDJIjNHViLhgeSzJCIoIMfTG3u6fSNEGNnkKpXDUnQfv8zq40STwH1N0TikuZk-7huRej7tnwfIN5qSvk6JI0szzQOy8vEe9qLNW4dyZaPYq2UGuo1tfBK6zm5y9jggcc32VAbOkk/s320/104_2523.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkNoTUXwsS6HY0EIFVUZpTdcrcdsLjD24Bu0NFFDTmUxGU23g1E6jIwKrzTddP9ReT3yuXzld3DQRH0t0Ggz3CFmGTni5AixCMl0D7x4tIWCavrg1UrV4vlHpBxXbqgyzjeaDmqHbQmuo/s1600-h/104_2500.jpg"></a>Bella inside the Caterpillar slide in the Children's Garden.</p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235933815181529042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSi8jCF2KO4TM5PzJHRH5IbfUQWtM0eqhPy9Cd3pYhFzpudZZRzdV-velmcW-x6lj7QdU6zd9xVBoFAYw4ni7w4jnsbc-X0REhPZ-sKxo2K8j7MnuPy9EcQWofUtJ61Eem4iJScCaPQ0/s320/104_2510.jpg" border="0" /><br />The Blue Prince in the Wisteria tunnel leading to the Secret Garden.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJCfusKfoCS2-jPXNULnUKRCscg-hFtlZ9IKgehn-Tagonr_jo6HTHDTKojLQjaTaIXAF6OzJJb1gVrc2QAyawE1Zeq38c4X1oO6StRsDoR0UzEY5aLFwz9n1CS79giYi7gy7ApjoV_Y/s1600-h/104_2500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235932972646772690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJCfusKfoCS2-jPXNULnUKRCscg-hFtlZ9IKgehn-Tagonr_jo6HTHDTKojLQjaTaIXAF6OzJJb1gVrc2QAyawE1Zeq38c4X1oO6StRsDoR0UzEY5aLFwz9n1CS79giYi7gy7ApjoV_Y/s320/104_2500.jpg" border="0" /></a> I told him to pose like a Greek God statue and this is what he came up with. I won't lie, I kinda like it.<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGoyG4LQR00CHuaJNXfJQUoKZ-dx6GX6o3m7Rq5LNTUfjKuAud-p5KOPLiMWpAu8eDUTL92Wf6I_u3xzYKeWcc9koyDlZL01b3eg_TaM-yT_29nUxgIaAyjvy16Fh1MJTsqZMEYtGfNHc/s1600-h/104_2494.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235932976963548626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGoyG4LQR00CHuaJNXfJQUoKZ-dx6GX6o3m7Rq5LNTUfjKuAud-p5KOPLiMWpAu8eDUTL92Wf6I_u3xzYKeWcc9koyDlZL01b3eg_TaM-yT_29nUxgIaAyjvy16Fh1MJTsqZMEYtGfNHc/s320/104_2494.jpg" border="0" /></a> We were standing on a pier in the middle of the fish pond covertly throwing Cheerios to the Koi fish to make them come to the surface when Bella decided to join in the game and threw in her bottle. The fish proceeded to happily drink the milk out of the nipple. Through ten minutes of precise Cheerio throwing skills we were able to get the fish to move the bottle towards the shore where a valiant Blue Prince was able to pluck it out of the water. </p><br /><p><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235939440105431826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW41jNHGkFLyJIwMXwqj0IHEBf1zG8kFm2DXd8v8tgKw-IohLbTbvDERyRBCl5ufiAEuOTB63x5x8k3wyEh8WkUkKlRKOagrgjkncDjPGbwnHBLXMTOQC2lPqMV5aqlyZ5YVqe8bjJ9nY/s320/104_2512.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-PFVdV5YoDeDFktIeOmpRWXvTj2cLLIFsz-dWQyvi0C8KXGp4Gn2tkt_bjGzbyTPSJThRSnfVcCpnpMyVZIkd2Hjy4IkD93db5HO4ge9tuuCb7DBfMvtuqwnx96kkFHSTuWB_MgW8RI/s1600-h/104_2511.jpg"></a> Here is Bella riding on Papi's shoulders and of course pulling his hair. She has recently developed a bit of a troubling violent streak. If anyone knows the best way to deal with screaming, hitting, face slapping, and head butting tantrums (I think she nearly broke my nose this morning, when it got in the way of a flailing head butt) I am all ears.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdqrMpZeSdjL1Ov_ofK_q6CjLaLz7DS6WS3aCtDiJSqIxGS738sEA7A9GgWlQDJsHtcRJmuQhH8__OEBUMkwTV3QF6oef4RMDh4h5bnM3LjxTImzSX_ZSxoWhNMsFE3Su7opBN4SzVBZM/s1600-h/104_2518.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235932989582829938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdqrMpZeSdjL1Ov_ofK_q6CjLaLz7DS6WS3aCtDiJSqIxGS738sEA7A9GgWlQDJsHtcRJmuQhH8__OEBUMkwTV3QF6oef4RMDh4h5bnM3LjxTImzSX_ZSxoWhNMsFE3Su7opBN4SzVBZM/s320/104_2518.jpg" border="0" /></a> A family picture self-portrait by the Blue prince. He is generally very good at these.lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-18941057591543608442008-08-16T10:52:00.002-06:002008-08-16T11:12:32.688-06:00The Artist<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7nLJZ7eI5AViUKeOBssad38LXofCnsc21qaFgxRuIHK8GMwwiB-NTgLyVENYEF0Vqy56IOtzg4HlLzgP4WKcCBwA4t3D6eChQ_tkx-nGio81w8pY4_h39GdnTfFUrNwo1uCIbyPJ-9cA/s1600-h/104_2477.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235160674362366130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7nLJZ7eI5AViUKeOBssad38LXofCnsc21qaFgxRuIHK8GMwwiB-NTgLyVENYEF0Vqy56IOtzg4HlLzgP4WKcCBwA4t3D6eChQ_tkx-nGio81w8pY4_h39GdnTfFUrNwo1uCIbyPJ-9cA/s320/104_2477.jpg" border="0" /></a> On <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wednesday</span> the Blue Prince was sick with the most recent plague making its way through our home and decided to stay home from work. As Wed is my big work day, he decided that we would save the babysitter fee and he would watch Bella all afternoon. Blue Prince has an odd habit of filling Bella's crib with toys when putting her down for a nap. Wed. he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">apparently</span> decided to put her down with a coloring book and a pencil. When he went to get her out of bed a couple hours latter he discovered this lovely example of budding talent. He said that she pointed it out to him with the biggest smile imaginable on her face, so proud of what she had done. <br /><div></div>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-79065271779367532862008-08-15T13:06:00.008-06:002008-08-15T14:36:12.775-06:00Allergy testingAs many of you know Bella ended up at PCMC at the end of June for an overnight stay due to an allergic reaction to an unknown source. Today we had our visit with an Allergist for skin testing and we are a lot closer to an answer. The three main allergens are: <div><div><br /><ul><br /><li>Eggs:<br /></li></ul><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234832669270296450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggV8EujpTgr1_0R1leSt_qrsZ6MqtgdkjuAfyk8vKV2XQN7HllAWTUwlNZygOKYIHVLehhWqb-Qj4shtWEAFTQZItpQSttS9UGBWSpcyejk3EbifngmCoDZ0Ja7NuEW8kFl3w_JICOVcI/s320/eggs.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Which basically we knew. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that a little girls face shouldn't look like this after eating a scrambled egg Christmas breakfast.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234833824818572242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8BBvCZ-RqP3tQZkiejRsBazN49Wsas8MCCwnltsYFIXWLJz9yY4NRnlT15NrAshO_VHgDXDG4m5L4BBVnC4asi9E8jgN-Hfh5b0vbidwix4M9X5wrvW9ecIXd8KULLM-MygeVZ0L5hqQ/s320/100_1802.jpg" border="0" />Luckily so far, the facial swelling has been the extent of the effect from eggs, and it goes away after about an hour. We just have be careful of less obvious sources such as the "ah-ha" moment in the Buenos Aires food court when we remembered too late that Chinese fried rice is made with scrambled eggs. Dr. Allergist also said that raw egg is often more allergically potent than the cooked stuff, so we will be avoiding cookie dough for the time being.<br /><div></div><br /><br /><ul><li>Shellfish:<br /></li></ul><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234829827176329202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlsBXRHdnD4NnAP3YmhbZeWj6GM1oHtL5mdqEjaC9cPzW2wRFVpUN7aTXU5UsPSaC2ECBJM0TWFmk5rCBfyZLyIifJEFryV2_51q77FMA4cztc4SIl1y38RduIq3d2nQgDCNLYUiX6S44/s320/shellfish.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Also not a huge surprise as it is the familial allergy group. The weird thing about it is that each member of my family with a seafood allergy is allergic to different things. My grandmother is allergic to Trout. My father gets deathly ill with Scallops and I have a mild allergy to Shrimp that I have mostly grown out of. One of my earliest memories is of being rushed into the bathroom by my dad to wash the hives I had developed after eating a shrimp dinner. I think I was about 5. Now I just get itchy hands if I have to peel shrimp. Dr. Allergist seemed somewhat surprised when I was asking in depth questions about what is defined as a shellfish. His comment of "most kids foods are fairly safe" in the tone of "what are you feeding your 18 month old" made me realize that most families eating habits are somewhat different from my own. We don't really go for Kid foods vs. Adult foods around here. My cousin Conner's favorite food as a toddler was Crab Legs. I'm sure that Bella has probably had Shrimp before without problem, but it will be interesting trying to figure out which Shellfish is her specific No No.</p><p>Number 3 and the real Kicker:</p><ul><li>Cats<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234829826162635458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxVe0xkupmccKHfmc-YRJJ-YfEEmx0DJhx91XYsV6R3s5-Lcqn0YxJ5OLfl3hNcT3dHzxHr3PW98TJctn7DXKms7RNba8tJxYqEVvG2QJK-tYMfGXrMqYRvB2GSqgPMVhcnYnxmDGLbzs/s320/104_2093.jpg" border="0" /></li></ul><p>Bella loves cats, Kitty was one of her first words. Thinking back, it makes sense and is probably the one that ended us up in the Hospital. She would always get a little congested when we would visit Grandma's and she would play with the Ancient One (i.e. Crystal), when she was still around. Two of the upstairs neighbors have cats but luckily they mostly run away from her before she can get too cuddly. For the time being I am just going to watch this one and try to prevent her from rolling around naked with felines. At least we have a good excuse now to turn down free kitten offers. We had a narrow escape from this the other weekend when we visited with Aunt Leanne. She tested borderline positive for dogs as well so no furry friends at all for us. Not news that will break either my or the Blue Prince's hearts. The down side is that this allergy leaves her at high risk of developing asthma, so another fun thing to look out for.</p><p>All in all I think it was a worthwhile visit and I appreciated my friend Kellie's referral to the Doctor in question. Anyone else have any fun allergy related comments to share?</p>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-39135527408762864662008-07-30T09:01:00.004-06:002008-07-30T09:27:12.688-06:00100 Facts about LizI recently found <a href="http://www.100factsabout.com/Liz/female">this site</a> that generates 100 hard core facts about you based on quotes about Chuck Norris. Here are the highlights:<br /><br /><br /><ul><li>3. Superman owns a pair of Liz pajamas.</li></ul><br /><br /><ul><li>8. Whenever Liz plays Chutes and Ladders, she treats the chutes as ladders, because she's not some sissy who can't climb up a plastic slide.</li></ul><p></p><ul><li>29. The United States Federal Reserve Bank decided that Liz's basement was a much safer place for their gold than Fort Knox.</li></ul><br /><br /><ul><li>43. Liz can predict the shuffle on her iPod.</li></ul><br /><br /><ul><li>58. Liz can set ants on fire with a magnifying glass. At night.</li></ul><br /><br /><ul><li>74. Liz's calendar goes straight from March 31st to April 2nd; no one fools Liz.</li></ul><br /><br /><ul><li>79. Liz is the only one who can "try this at home."</li></ul><br /><br /><ul><li>88. Liz was born with the right to party. Unlike the rest of us, who have to fight for it.</li></ul><br /><br /><ul><li>96. Liz can tie her shoes with her feet.</li></ul><p>Feel free to give it a try if you are feeling a little down on yourself. :)</p>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-9830486905049374012008-07-21T13:26:00.005-06:002008-07-21T13:53:14.375-06:00Previously promised videosLast Post today I promise. Auntie Caitlin wanted some videos of Bella talking. Hey, I aim to please. The second one shows her climbing skills and the third her rocking out to her singing bike.<br /><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzTgK6pmE_mSBTCo6OJuJpakpkwgyqkdeTPcQcF-c3A7svyv8gAJLgsIsfSyq2AYboUtBybNAq97dBSJxKu' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwKd_SjwGPGc-uDhlHmBswHUBjFzZ_B4pCnprYq9jxvZn5K1-mHYQEv8guXsKcxaufMzeWnxPO9PJxJcWzU' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></p><br /><p></p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyk5wItohvHZU_LXkmwv4dmqCykqqBK37nJKozydvcsQ_C6K2ZCo0ElOeN4tPPFuTFsH9Dcj_pTPB3pGkyj' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-36314890322483698142008-07-21T13:09:00.004-06:002008-12-10T01:34:48.257-07:00Gardening update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG17NshRhP2TvaCnh3w75trZdU65-mBlmHrV8N1r7J2iy-JRx3iXegXprqT0VRSAnPnj1a-KCZP1Tg5NIc89WCUmc0_HotlNu98KEghxfhWewyGftZ59fBlP4rNtnnQdFWlSYdVxA4wA/s1600-h/104_2411.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225549256855747490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG17NshRhP2TvaCnh3w75trZdU65-mBlmHrV8N1r7J2iy-JRx3iXegXprqT0VRSAnPnj1a-KCZP1Tg5NIc89WCUmc0_HotlNu98KEghxfhWewyGftZ59fBlP4rNtnnQdFWlSYdVxA4wA/s320/104_2411.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I bet you are all wondering how my garden is doing. It is doing fantastic thanks for asking. The only problem I am having is that my huge tomato plants keep getting flowers but they fall off and no fruit is being produced. Any master gardeners out there that have any ideas?</div><br /><div>I picked my first Zapallo after several disagreements with the Blue Prince about when they are ripe and when they should be picked. Thanks to the wonder of the Internet I discovered that my lovely Uruguayan squash (zapallito de tronco) is actually both a summer and winter squash so you can pick it either early and use it like a zucchini or latter and let it harden and use it like a pumpkin or other hard squash. (So we were both right) The plant is huge and I have to cut it back frequently so it doesn't block our back gate. So enjoy the pics and thank you for humoring my new little obsession.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225549260195859490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0sAP-45c6Uc1kvvxd4PsHe0begwvJ8_vJqwwjEZ2aRQ5TEcAUJ1TWX-lha16FaYBNbiIN1CmBy3AT1d6PhNYCx6uN7kzb_SO_4kgWmDQ7D8Rf2Ev_pbgL5PO8fCd3gGUvsQpmM17YU8/s320/104_2412.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225549243776025314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvulsEqYmb1MRRqudInl0Cq27KPkgDWAqdI5u5mZSxa0H-F26QuDzVjcv94brZGBLFLowVjFzsCajBXHeUD3KasK_FR9ijadMlM6tC1A8BxT_mpheHYeClFs0HEwF36jUWwmGuQYG12cw/s320/104_2409.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225549239615543218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5706FKAwXRHvRIv7Stll5YcyRkk2Ke176K-Yye8tOGbiTQr2MYjOio3lkstMTEDODJGP9YfzhOKCKQarArht8-UsjCLNJ9wGguYdp8GzWDOGncgX4sGOUNnXijivThqIl3GtiyYl8DHQ/s320/104_2406.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225549251067269682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0y62jQ9dezGmhpy2U7K6xJ0NqpFw8tAB5uSRlzMuPzjUCnIY5hsnTO3Gtdwh1VE_06yZY05kdW8LVkclptO3DcW8C577pl4hCw03e31ssGmcpbTdbyIeQvca5brSwA3mkL_rvR7Icdoc/s320/104_2410.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Mommy please let me out of my highchair and quit making me pose with squash.</p>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-59040867323005873192008-07-21T12:07:00.005-06:002008-12-10T01:34:49.070-07:00Recent happenings<div>It has been a while since I updated my blog and I have been severely reprimanded by several Aunties... So here are your Bella pics. You can stop the harassment anytime :).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCLU2M2EnPBtOCCnmAEkzbGL810npMvHFRn03A5qyWoLy5Z-9LZVzAUeu6par53r8Lx-8r12hM1S67Ku_fi0C6NtswgBvokFItZ96T9O_Cpj7GclxN9Yr1NilzfEnqRvjBrubyV0sccY/s1600-h/104_2401.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225531806441423074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCLU2M2EnPBtOCCnmAEkzbGL810npMvHFRn03A5qyWoLy5Z-9LZVzAUeu6par53r8Lx-8r12hM1S67Ku_fi0C6NtswgBvokFItZ96T9O_Cpj7GclxN9Yr1NilzfEnqRvjBrubyV0sccY/s320/104_2401.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is a recent photo from the front of our house. I like the cute smile on her face, and it is only slightly blurry so you can get the feeling of constant motion that accompanies the child.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQZhJBJ2y7uvXAenI6bo7QIK3y75CkbzMyZdU1R5qgttxLWvQwowb5R0rLZfywMgtwzxvz16hiZgbZnVDDC6YOQorA5tNNbcDsJViaHLfVsqQMhq9vxhF7IpQcvDAL7kVhMJDkuZ9ymmA/s1600-h/104_2351.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225531808785939906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQZhJBJ2y7uvXAenI6bo7QIK3y75CkbzMyZdU1R5qgttxLWvQwowb5R0rLZfywMgtwzxvz16hiZgbZnVDDC6YOQorA5tNNbcDsJViaHLfVsqQMhq9vxhF7IpQcvDAL7kVhMJDkuZ9ymmA/s320/104_2351.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This pic is from a recent overnight camping excursion that we went on with a group of my friends from college. There were 10 adults and 11 kids under the age of 5. They put us in a campsite a little too close to the river for comfort sake. Luckily, we only had to fish one of the little ones out of the water and no one fell in the fire this year, so all in all the trip was a rounding success.</p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvaGPJ4HMqsvvv8fqI5jC42xJHKn3JGevI00dyR8ZMnib9cAcFn57qK9nJmHTWJ9qqbmV5nJLTKKytanKdeVcI_H6SlVxad6S362cAKaCt7OtWCDMsPDjkaEihkGrw-9_dNb7Vd2h2w8/s1600-h/104_2349.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225531813474295874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvaGPJ4HMqsvvv8fqI5jC42xJHKn3JGevI00dyR8ZMnib9cAcFn57qK9nJmHTWJ9qqbmV5nJLTKKytanKdeVcI_H6SlVxad6S362cAKaCt7OtWCDMsPDjkaEihkGrw-9_dNb7Vd2h2w8/s320/104_2349.jpg" border="0" /></a> We brought our two hammocks and they were a hit with the kids. Here is a picture where we managed to get 10 of them in at the same time. I kind of felt sorry for the ones who got stuck in the middle. (you can kind of see the pained look on Eleanore's face)<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCX7MuGOKzmRWAY-LKTT_dTFjQN6vntS00ic51H6PovzPW59SPoqAsGY6cF4STn6jKSCMItD2c4OdBQPYWTl6AJOjtbhl2sJR9hXgNcpGUkB5Ia0WmH6SsPY8LnL9u5WEV-MRGkGevNjo/s1600-h/104_2356.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225531830616435602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCX7MuGOKzmRWAY-LKTT_dTFjQN6vntS00ic51H6PovzPW59SPoqAsGY6cF4STn6jKSCMItD2c4OdBQPYWTl6AJOjtbhl2sJR9hXgNcpGUkB5Ia0WmH6SsPY8LnL9u5WEV-MRGkGevNjo/s320/104_2356.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bella and myself in a quieter moment when we had the hammock to ourselves. I love my hammocks. This is one I bought in Brazil while on my mission. (We got to cross the border once in a while for our P-days in order to buy cheap stuff in Brazil and eat at the Brazilian buffets. It was the highlight of serving near the border) My other hammock is made of multicolored plastic twine and I got it in Nicaragua. My host father there knew how much I loved theirs and helped me bargain for one from a door to door hammock salesman. (I guess he wasn't actually a door to door salesman actually just someone who walked down the street calling out and selling his wares. He only came to your door if you called out to him saying you wanted to buy something. It's a sales technique that is used too infrequently here in the US. The ice cream trucks have kind of cornered the market.)</p><br /><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZlWb-gFEtuMgknZcBkeRnXGpGQ0mPAFentID4QULQo1Q57H68Xs3KXlT2OhJW-pelSQciXkJSDTnLUna18CLwvA1k7JWoECh50yLfkKVJIh4Fox4XnxvRbI8loubQwouyjkL3QTfNUF4/s1600-h/104_2398.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225531836824224226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZlWb-gFEtuMgknZcBkeRnXGpGQ0mPAFentID4QULQo1Q57H68Xs3KXlT2OhJW-pelSQciXkJSDTnLUna18CLwvA1k7JWoECh50yLfkKVJIh4Fox4XnxvRbI8loubQwouyjkL3QTfNUF4/s320/104_2398.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is a rather freaky pic of Bella taken during the 4th of July fireworks. She must have moved just as the camera went off. Unfortunately none of the pictures we took that night look much better. The reason I am posting this is that it reminds me of a scene in the second Ghostbusters movie where the evil overlord spirit is trying to take over the body of the baby. A bit too much Vigo the Carpathian for my tastes.<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225544730348160962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4vcvdwsP-gYm5vvNq4pilfm42l2BJmsE55YdXkIxExl4ODBMce6DLKzgZvQnWjp-_uUm5-hnZUPQqLondjrup46H8HF6Og3WgoKoyt5GPZLUNIMwivOlZpQSEOwG5FmqbhYS8o8pyJTw/s320/Vigo.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-91823435111709725382008-07-12T11:56:00.001-06:002008-07-12T11:57:59.654-06:00Memory tagI saw this meme on Susan's blog and thought I would play along:<br /><br />Participate if you like. Ignore it if you prefer.<br /><br />1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn’t matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!<br /><br />2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It’s actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I’ll assume you’re playing the game and I’ll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don’t want to play on your blog, or if you don’t have a blog, I’ll leave my memory of you in my comments.lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-29566777917268083252008-06-29T16:01:00.007-06:002008-12-10T01:34:50.118-07:00Liberty ParkOne of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">benefits</span> of city living is our proximity to a lot of fun things, principal among these in my book is Liberty Park and in the summer the Seven Canyons fountain. Since we have no yard of our own we end up at the park at least twice a week. So anyway, here is a flavor of one of our favorite summer activities.<br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0umqnHZpQW0q3L3S86raDSSAQlWhj2UQ4UFhgOB0-CaDnW1Ck2OcrzNWb_eU6ti24hC5YgAGBYiSvc9VjRXbgXZocIP37Dov_1C6I2coZc9x0-N6OtKr0glJ9aRAWV0_8KCVL1HxvqSw/s1600-h/104_2330.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217427854279688770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0umqnHZpQW0q3L3S86raDSSAQlWhj2UQ4UFhgOB0-CaDnW1Ck2OcrzNWb_eU6ti24hC5YgAGBYiSvc9VjRXbgXZocIP37Dov_1C6I2coZc9x0-N6OtKr0glJ9aRAWV0_8KCVL1HxvqSw/s320/104_2330.jpg" border="0" /></a>The fountain is a representation of the rivers and canyons that surround Salt Lake City and the water runs down the creeks and into a pool that represents The Great Salt Lake. Unlike other purely <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ornamental</span> fountains, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wading</span> and playing in the water is actively encouraged. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig51ZnETEjXDmQM9v34L-2O0iA0T_KW237WTYjl2wbLF6rn5L1g5lNH94WL2VzC34-aRucGntlV8IQ0Ix_ybsp94MXJ6tTArl5pMdtesv4WsyBKIA6A7DmpPGwYKJUzZ6VJT9OgIK97_8/s1600-h/104_2323.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217427863366283602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig51ZnETEjXDmQM9v34L-2O0iA0T_KW237WTYjl2wbLF6rn5L1g5lNH94WL2VzC34-aRucGntlV8IQ0Ix_ybsp94MXJ6tTArl5pMdtesv4WsyBKIA6A7DmpPGwYKJUzZ6VJT9OgIK97_8/s320/104_2323.jpg" border="0" /></a>These pictures were taken about a week ago when we went together as a family after the Blue Prince got home from work.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrfFAmp4yXUY3_foKvqJBw9iDbker31L5GzBAlAx6uBd9lr9ZHW44tmo4wkukK2pPWoDHpCGBvKdNs06kNrVBx9h_v1NUm0l64GGS9WQzFb70FXqW6OOaKFxTjTonWB8O8_nYAwLsHOc/s1600-h/104_2312.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217427869623819202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrfFAmp4yXUY3_foKvqJBw9iDbker31L5GzBAlAx6uBd9lr9ZHW44tmo4wkukK2pPWoDHpCGBvKdNs06kNrVBx9h_v1NUm0l64GGS9WQzFb70FXqW6OOaKFxTjTonWB8O8_nYAwLsHOc/s320/104_2312.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4I4fNGRTeXGSaCgNuC4nyu55ZzoeYoe8UASte84xWP-v50AukaTiZwfrtVlGOlMu312bAsF7QESSweqHmoRz9gIq7VED92RR85P4es9z2LYItqFHK_DINU5ogRm7E-2_mSg1aDcFbAc/s1600-h/104_2318.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217427876345036226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4I4fNGRTeXGSaCgNuC4nyu55ZzoeYoe8UASte84xWP-v50AukaTiZwfrtVlGOlMu312bAsF7QESSweqHmoRz9gIq7VED92RR85P4es9z2LYItqFHK_DINU5ogRm7E-2_mSg1aDcFbAc/s320/104_2318.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217429033647570898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9KM1oTneon158ysVJkKR4sc_WnttT771mF8bdihOxVGDgoKTZQ4EvFXeKVgq6R7Ktti3sFaKAtLbHiCclQtkmgokMQ7W9ewJrQDnjbQh_v23YQMxBd4JKI1MJDx08gcw_7mMUln96NZU/s320/104_2320.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>The Blue Prince had his hands full while <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wading</span> through the bigger lake pool. Bella chose that moment to grab on his leg and knock him off balance. I of course took the picture instead of helping him out. (he didn't actually end up falling in)</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwWqd-Y8Wx8cbMel7tTPYIk6Vesbp1rsYo0NdyGN571U3vgnNMi6_MI8u8fE5EbVtlUxgeQToG8Ilx1gm8F9Kxzl25FjTsekBNduxi2zg_WmyWuv3PZvtEExaLd2KsLCKIrgvcItTsBfI/s1600-h/104_2324.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217427877889942738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwWqd-Y8Wx8cbMel7tTPYIk6Vesbp1rsYo0NdyGN571U3vgnNMi6_MI8u8fE5EbVtlUxgeQToG8Ilx1gm8F9Kxzl25FjTsekBNduxi2zg_WmyWuv3PZvtEExaLd2KsLCKIrgvcItTsBfI/s320/104_2324.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Liberty park is also home to a large duck pond which is feeding Bella's current obsession with ducks. Here is a couple videos of her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">chasing</span> after a flock. She got quite put out when they ran into the water and we wouldn't let her follow them in. </p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxmbisxwd0zrhjsm_klTpbYuUDT5kBjzdcHTe7aD0POJJXoV6nWhacU3CukhNb4ztCloawHi53j2DnS8HWT' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxoMshVe1ydRIcpCrj3JxiqD4oYqNmMFJ9gm1qgreDAuAhi0qnyoGgwDd7eCb_Ei93_pO-lBe1bR2D2PAug' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>lizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.com2