tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45497067435534590412024-02-05T01:39:23.918-08:00Variations on a ThemeKathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-22385543522508290012011-12-30T12:47:00.000-08:002011-12-30T12:54:58.150-08:00Better late than never, I suppose...I did not make my shirt, or Andrew's hat, but everything else was sufficiently stressed over. :) Now maybe by February, I might get some Christmas pictures posted. ;)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2diXx6nMsXtHEf49uoQDX0xLyqTkIfDQDGCHgJeJ47UYP5Su2SxxfEGcv6C0FP3n3PzO8wfwodgl8g8-giC-G7P0ACBfp7zSOWDQgXsxc0SjOweYVpsJOsbRq2iA2SXs2bCP9GK5EK0A/s1600/Halloween+Photobooth+2011+037.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2diXx6nMsXtHEf49uoQDX0xLyqTkIfDQDGCHgJeJ47UYP5Su2SxxfEGcv6C0FP3n3PzO8wfwodgl8g8-giC-G7P0ACBfp7zSOWDQgXsxc0SjOweYVpsJOsbRq2iA2SXs2bCP9GK5EK0A/s400/Halloween+Photobooth+2011+037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692027293128719410" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgeAxCOpP_m-O_xXCphg6cMSVTgcTDmMZ-6GUfWO91LBEuyVGDuDshZS63nZwLuSFtOOGsnS-47KA4-rWD5LGWVT8ZL__4FayWAurfqz5ZJSpT4pVaQ84XhZ0e_Rg4JJv82017nSJWHc4/s1600/Halloween+Photobooth+2011+267.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgeAxCOpP_m-O_xXCphg6cMSVTgcTDmMZ-6GUfWO91LBEuyVGDuDshZS63nZwLuSFtOOGsnS-47KA4-rWD5LGWVT8ZL__4FayWAurfqz5ZJSpT4pVaQ84XhZ0e_Rg4JJv82017nSJWHc4/s400/Halloween+Photobooth+2011+267.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692027191639927970" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKo0uMhfHKo9lS_hUm-C9mpMV-N0WzyuaYb0QLk2T_ddM1FGZdX91l4zN-mqC7Vr7IBhY1GlxzxLmjOnPyhpE0QQvO_lJp3jsaVyyhI6GJ7lcw8TshSAqbNOYVHOHcyrQNjAo2nktGUQY/s1600/Halloween+Photobooth+2011+015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKo0uMhfHKo9lS_hUm-C9mpMV-N0WzyuaYb0QLk2T_ddM1FGZdX91l4zN-mqC7Vr7IBhY1GlxzxLmjOnPyhpE0QQvO_lJp3jsaVyyhI6GJ7lcw8TshSAqbNOYVHOHcyrQNjAo2nktGUQY/s400/Halloween+Photobooth+2011+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692027027763388962" /></a>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-37716878130390205232011-09-27T10:37:00.000-07:002011-10-21T17:09:11.404-07:00It' that time of year...<div style="text-align: left;">Sewing season! Not that I don't sew anything the rest of the year, but this is definately my "busiest season". And naturally, Andrew's costume includes a challenging coat (as usual), so now that it is out of the way, I can move on to some of the simpler to sew items. Well, until I get to my own. Think I may have bitten off a little more than I can chew. So! Thought I would take a minute to look back at the last couple of years of creations. I only have two Halloweens under my belt, so it's a short look. And I realized that I do not have any good digital photos of last year's of just our costumes. Bummer. And I did not sew the boys skeleton costumes. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEideIDz-oxpVxRg_GHr2J_-CY3nQHA_6lSTD3V_Wc44VLtvIL6goVQMuf2hAynDbgHw0EvrK0HWf1llGr103duDfc6Y3xIZRJ7XnTbe4sRk_CImLYok2ohyphenhyphen8duXNlnsVnr2MdSvt0MeM_M/s400/74225_1320885961646_1815723716_585381_6242976_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666101228019667410" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKR2-m4pDZ10dmb_TBcK8r-GDu7gKY70l_TFwkZBaoB95PcXP4_p2ACR4Cc6wdXmDu96ID-E9C7YpuIMJrqjGyZL39bwqLivlZ0CqssmZMbYEcKw5vR-fvSG7fyXhhcjQ4XLd5pNwmHo/s400/party3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657097121700624914" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8DvseZAnAYCgCF7JW2kT40EgeTWu26tKXy0DvHPYtwxV852Unz6paTfwYIUpmc4gKx5Y45JsgJdlpIwBHywgVQs7h_wLbWPkPoBTbinf7FGIb65B8xBGLtWusIO3LSWFA1odRfCKFW-w/s400/_DSC0072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657096848699156690" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-77171490868573056342011-09-25T20:33:00.001-07:002011-09-25T20:42:12.961-07:00A Scary, Friendly Ghost<div style="text-align: left;">After dropping Liam off at the bus stop one morning recently, Caleb and I were driving on some errands and he began the game of "Pretend you heard a spooky noise, and you didn't know what it was". So I played along, and in my best frightened voice said, "ooh, I hear a spooky noise, and I don't know what it is". Then he proceeded to make his best "spooky, ghostly sounds" and started talking like a ghost. The conversation when something a little like this (with his best spooky voice throughout the entire thing):</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"I'm a spooky ghost."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"A spooky ghost? Oh no! That's so scary!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I'm a spooky, friendly ghost"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me:"Oh, a spooky, friendly ghost like the ones at the Haunted Mansion at Disney World?" (there's been a lot of talk about that ride in our house lately, even though neither of them have been on it)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Pause.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">C: "Yes, I am supposed to be at the Haunted Mansion."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me: "Oh no. What should we do?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Caleb (still in spooky voice): " You're going to have to take me to Disney World!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>He's definately creative in his arguments for the things he wants. :)</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherXgnkOA_mbOU4lvQjtWhYNLuroTxHntYp803qkjNr1GQ_806VyvWK7Xy4owsx0pjR20GJoctomlAyb7RIENyMFCCE-P_uMy-Ajvt_5WlbRJETXgpJEBFJlhe9aZBxYcA1MPVvVrTI2g/s400/DSCN3716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656508375759954290" /></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-12829727487878506392011-09-25T20:19:00.000-07:002011-09-25T20:33:02.787-07:00I'm beginning to understand...Why my mother cried at touching scenes in movies, moving talks in church, and poignant moments in life. <div><br /></div><div>When I was young, and whenever she began to tear up at so many of these things, I found myself looking at her a little strangely and wondering what had made her sad.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today was a thought, and tear, provoking day. At church there were some wonderful talks given by an amazing couple who had been through some heart wrenching things, and their testimony of the power of the Priesthood blessing their lives was so powerful, I cried. Then I let myself get my feelings hurt about some silly thing or another, got frustrated with my son's disrespectful treatment of me, and I cried. I arrived home from church to find the neighbors dog emptying his bowels on my front lawn (the mystery of the multiple deposits left over the last few weeks was solved), and I was so angry I thought about hitting him with my car (of course, I didn't), then came inside the house and cried.</div><div><br /></div><div>The boys have never scene the Wizard of Oz and on the way home from church today, Caleb kept asking for "the Dorothy story". Once I had finally figured out what they meant, and they had determined that we had the "real movie of it", they wanted to see it. So, following my meltdown over the animal control issue, I put the movie on and we watched it, Caleb snuggled close at my side. And I cried...multiple times. As I stifled a sob toward the end of the film, Caleb, who felt the sharp intake of my breath, turned and looked at me. And I saw in his eyes the same question I had as a child looking at my own crying mother. I smiled through my tears and said how much I loved the movie, but I knew he didn't understand. And that maybe someday he might.</div><div><br /></div><div>I get it now, Mom. And when I say that I am turning into my mother, I can't think of a better person to become.</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-68018594195034051552011-07-02T20:03:00.000-07:002011-08-23T10:45:15.852-07:00Recent Roundup<div style="text-align: left;">So it may appear as though we have stopped doing anything interesting since March (not that picking crocus and breaking rules is particularly interesting, but it's something, right?), however, that is not the case. There have been plenty of activities, vacations, family trips, etc. to keep us busy, so I thought I would do a quick roundup of recent events and include some pictures. A lot of pictures, actually.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIaIMeSLQBJwE1kVhSMO-9HkTvI1Y3UnCtZGKZUnnWd5XTmHznumOETxnRVaUhH8LhK1f19XKNF4F-PNOHBXCGCW3U5_adGuCRMRjBdGIzeNdrSUN1d-QRQfzEmh2x1RcQ8hxfAqDaStc/s400/_DSC0346.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644108570804719186" /></div><div>There was a trip to the Peninsula, Andrew and I went to Hawaii, the boys did swim lessons all summer (Liam's backstroke and butterfly are amazing! I can't even do the butterfly), we had a fantastic 4th of july at the Beach with friends, we went camping in Deception Pass (first family camping trip and it was a HUGE success! more on that later), and Andrew did the Warrior Dash (for which the boys ALSO wanted to get dressed up). It may not have been very warm this summer, but we have still managed to have a great time.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvd5kjkPEntZMN1OpL6A7rJnTsXLTYP3xpp2SYrgg9FsuK1hQkyTLd5fDSsqVHrKvuQsD0ozs8Mxo36gHs7wrIIJ2lNoOLOd5V6Fcexp4VTx6RgLLtNn2dsV1V3VwXnTrOScJFKCrYJBc/s400/_DSC0246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644108434366892226" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi27yUqfvgNPyI5JhqbIEU9QegDNJ8o8lLPUKJ1C2y56Tv3GiFwd1_RHrCPt_dav2KsmHNTR-Jl15vd07xqeXJWGXdgV0hscysWYciTqQKmhm3pXezhmIRHS7HTBzUDJNGJyQJTDiglRnY/s400/DSCN3747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644108258673558178" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpvLklmmqlsqhInyuFQ3vb63XCjYkz1NlVPkR4Re42xBWy2XnAtbQ2y03UL_6X4OGQ6SM9WI3pxA_c9lSeXmchyBfKRQC3rUATAMwnZCzu-dCb9x7eL6gL9BjhmfuU9tNlaUjALYgLi4A/s400/DSCN3735.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644108154318624306" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvhMdURwk0aPlYUlZFmGOdylhaYOiv1XpkqphQLBmq6Q9Xa43ljc1sP-TA6onJB1bj-8dZK1jrkj04vPaetLRRAEl240GDo4dHxbINkjSeX1Dmislc2hxNhV-ys89nPPyrUqJWOILGXw/s400/DSCN3758.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644107926456040274" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mN2krmj2lWKgfmBWwqX3NnHvBNTJvbgUXzMPUgcidC3AU8pQ5VezGH_sqx2LphxUwm5fD6AMnqTZhrMi7lvCatoFzLQJ62qrVah8DFvexGMnXu-_11LOGCgNvos9VimqVm7KTrebyGQ/s400/DSCN3798.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644107708035470898" />Thinking I will try to keep up a little better with blogging and pictures. Maybe when school starts for the boys, I will have a little more time. Ha ha. :)<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRR5391rQwdlg4l3eWKLZ70FZ-3AM6Zi_T71WboykNShNHpMAKa9Ch4LsVoJJcFZtIA5Iu8_LyRBwzR1grNGTW0FZiPwj2cgpBaRLLCRajpEkOscAOtXyi7eLkB0gm_D-OPFsA8aiIO4/s400/DSCN3808.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644107557772491890" />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-55245431356645899002011-03-16T14:29:00.000-07:002011-03-16T14:36:26.058-07:00Lovely CrocusSitting at my computer while the boys played in the backyard (or so I thought), the doorbell rang. Delivery! I thought. My shoes? The boys' shoes? Some other thing that I had forgotten I had purchased online? Then the doorbell continued to ring... again and again, and I realized it was NOT a delivery person. Hurrying to the front door, my suspicions were confirmed. It was Liam and Caleb, in the front of the house, where they are NOT supposed to be, but smilingly bearing purple crocus blooms they had picked from the front yard for me. Such a sweet and utterly disobedient gesture. Love those boys! Now get back in the bak yard, ya' hoodlums!Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-6364544371723871382011-03-14T14:40:00.000-07:002011-03-14T14:45:59.432-07:00Our latest activities...<div style="text-align: left;">Have discovered a new and unexpected love of sewing. Might have to see my doctor about that, but I have been having a good time trying to come up with cool ideas for the boys... jersey-lined rock star pants, anyone?</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh20-CXxpEUS2snqvBuriwqmMJw5Yv-UjbhrVOUhcQc4zchSxIrJ8m9TO3C4gXr2tgcLhxtFoqw2yrrG8rOQNH4_hwKcPilMNwBWNxac5hxYxQhlrif4V9Jl71CpcfSxISBlGYUV9Bppvo/s400/_DSC0187.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584054876953636114" /><div><br /></div><div>Then, today was just a regular old rainy day at home with nothing new to do...</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhmGPH13EV4lP71xpzzl1cLbQYUCUuEMkk4Vkh5LCa4zS1dgBUFAtisJs7FDvws9_mZIxmN0MoH87XLkSFxDjFskli62RcqtcAQClbcQQAvkh-5kChDw1w9IP7F95ALKiUd71MKJJ87RA/s400/_DSC0200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584054716679267458" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizUPAW_wRly8puM5pzzqhD5oh3OXVPKUq4UD6ZaNyUU6npkUL9oXWsuwye-o8AxpnXtuGD27CKY6mjvaZ8SmqxyaMGj-CoxXrYEjen1IH9VaNk-wIOaobBbXh9hwfstPhH5eUK6GIKsAo/s400/_DSC0198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584054591422180290" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Is summer here yet?</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-53719259460632992922011-02-03T18:17:00.000-08:002011-02-03T18:59:34.374-08:00My new love...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>My tiny little Singer that I bought Walmart cheap 9 years ago, and that I have no idea how it lasted so long and made it through so many Halloweens has finally gone the way of all plastic sewing machines. Mid-project, no less. *sigh* So, I wheeled and dealed (with the husband, not the store), and made a late night trip to procure a solution. I'm seriously in love...</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXDzub6eTcQRFK4a5L6-hp2LEMwZbaSL0fW8H9fHJ6PokORFqyIto_quYc-p056-_pymuZykZ8MNnPD175t76KCHmfHz3GK9lUxJ13JNCHmw98pO81FqsfGCGCL3fCeZRi9LPhW_X1aU/s400/_DSC0182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569663545999146754" /></div><div><br /></div>It's just a machine...no worries, hon. :)Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-79227127807570432662010-12-21T21:26:00.000-08:002010-12-21T21:34:33.510-08:00TangledSaw Tangled yesterday. By myself on my "mom's day out". Loved it! I thought it was totally in league with some of the great Disney Classics like Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella, and completely on par with the 90's animated revival hits like Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast. I am constantly in awe of storytellers and animators who can take a fable, spin it in a manner so complex, and yet so clearly all at the same time, and create characters that you adore. Giving facial expressions to chameleons and horses alike that make you laugh out loud. And creating a princess so stinkin' adorable, you want to put her in your pocket and take her home with you. Not to mention wanting her super cute messy 'do at the end. I stand in grateful awe of all those creative individuals.<div><br /></div><div>I laughed. I cried. It was better than Cats.</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-9694018194395024362010-12-21T09:23:00.000-08:002010-12-21T09:28:32.613-08:00Secret MessI've decided that my house is a reflection of myself. The rooms that people see look clean and put together most of the time...just don't look in the rooms behind the closed doors, cause that's where the real mess is. Such a metaphor for my life.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-32538527075507721992010-10-17T14:40:00.001-07:002010-10-17T14:44:33.803-07:00It's that time of year again...<div style="text-align: left;">A little trip with the boys to the P-Patch on a beautiful day:</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXS40X-oIeCAsec7sztnz_Q5oBfPKnB2eSTrl_hUw2W6Spia3LFF3BmoRUq_4Q-371aSbCu6B_hKiC5mBhoL3WDu8p0cBt9aRTtKiin2vrmCP_5KdOld_b46I2TOBQiw4RMEYCWecdetE/s400/_DSC0281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529134049057195538" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8lHnvIiWkZlGS5F8TNQ4vRjIncrPrQY9ZV_e5MFM1e6H5CFF9LfJekHWyrHzansuCORUyyQhSTE5330cFi4iA0Y8mKFU56ayO-XDBHOHpfqWhQKvqL3II5gOCd1BO6TpzwfPKSCesiI/s400/DSC_0172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529133936586399602" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Xy5sX802J1fHzj2mRKc8crGWDdJieSLY1-SCMeI6NQO26LFWflx7XwyVoyJEd8WF0jb82Jdw9neypFDgHlD33YBD_7KkgBsRahIVZFAgaehYWNmPtMoMxFquThPFYwy24NT117OfvDw/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529133533703215234" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyVqZ87lYf-bRYxz6b3bkcSg-J-fSEqTw6dsFAPUN8HG6KOEhjcciqZCA2SfGT9GVnFidEjLOq3UkjKoeUHMGzsUiz8arjzWYh2AIgGTdaG3NvMIWbphWjNk3MO1_EnJqrU4hGJbq5J6g/s320/_DSC0216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529133367004888146" />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-10349595116555169552010-10-13T14:06:00.000-07:002010-10-13T14:07:38.529-07:00Someday, My Post Will Come...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh5V8Ez6tMJHzVO5gbFkfbfyK3pUX4YFoDN4PmNyML5EAYLyqjRalVoxeImmArRBVNW5Jfd4Ar2hyphenhyphenF2tBTL-MXTGiT2ZSRyx6pV76dfsOA1O2EeNUUNetri1y4Iku6Ev7YsQsuvsMrWs/s1600/21475650002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh5V8Ez6tMJHzVO5gbFkfbfyK3pUX4YFoDN4PmNyML5EAYLyqjRalVoxeImmArRBVNW5Jfd4Ar2hyphenhyphenF2tBTL-MXTGiT2ZSRyx6pV76dfsOA1O2EeNUUNetri1y4Iku6Ev7YsQsuvsMrWs/s400/21475650002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527640282350950114" /></a>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-36747757548255267002010-10-12T17:57:00.000-07:002010-10-12T18:00:19.033-07:00Fun with Facepaints<div style="text-align: left;">Or practice for Halloween, whichever you want to call it... But the boys are loving a new face everyday.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdIkZJ7KtdPGBJwKkStDaRqrYCQ3TueDJOe1iE0ufAMbtkWtnBRVFsv12IueNhaL5EJFiwdJPPWK_VXHv1FvtyibZBisWNfwIspI9lcWMXh07_pBCqedoWr5u2kznB2uUQgNFLXbshOk/s400/_DSC0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527329095968733346" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_XTcq84KQx-32au-cuSrZBBYSpbi2yZ23aNMQIj0weDh1j0CeaIbOzqSZNT1WF9fWb_i0UR__SjN6I6rJpHjRL1LwzTJB8CPcKoxVaxDeqBZG4dHibHehfcgi9deqdIeBM86lUXcPuqg/s400/_DSC0162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527328967911147826" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8M4ibor0AcVRSxUnA7IyTeexKmXBB2_hWhG2OjVC8lU02o_lXZvZBMs64lmpnQu9s9RDEPKG8kvAwr9PxvXrVMqqeqpH_zAiHReXRpm5ZlGshZCcfGCO3wG5l50snSqCncKzvJ07dnM4/s400/_DSC0164.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527328835739541794" />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-44395727447031516102010-08-31T18:13:00.000-07:002010-08-31T18:22:15.425-07:00Note to self...Dear Future Self,<div><br /></div><div>Listen, friend, do yourself a favor. The next time you think it will be a good idea to get some fake nails...get some professional help... and I don't mean psychologically. Go to a nail salon, my friend. Don't be tempted by the perfect looking, seemingly simple packages of fake nails in the drug store for $6.99. Don't be fooled by all promises on the package. Marketers are not your friends (no offense, hon). Easy to apply? No. Chip-proof? No. Fast-drying glue... well, yes, but remember this moment, and that several layers of skin missing from the right thumb (that have been inconveniently redistributed onto the nail of the left middle finger) is not a pretty picture, and so not worth the inexpensive price. Remember that, future self. And please tell me we've lost that last 5 pounds...</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-90940257558417851482010-08-15T21:50:00.001-07:002010-08-15T22:10:52.218-07:00Brothers<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUs5-oAtqoYsOEfR1XzXgsxkj7BwtcVoM3q33BPs-BVU3KjzfV772rdPTsO1O6xdYNHHwU8CPKhmGqdU6KdFykQFyCMf8kfp2oCU64oAsuA1Rr392G9l5paFrbhy1Jwgu2PZVK-o5V7v4/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505866759262489250" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcHOrc0dT3hvM2ySJvqegjuxqLA59Qbtb6hW-rNAWq2lTk27d6spZBgkX_hCNW4eTtYZVJ4sQt2Nu_d1uojAJMwaDQQmaT3eDnfdfkUriYv2LBO1_KYHoE5UcBrdkZz8HS4rNLbT1Z4M/s400/DSCN3415.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505865753296934050" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhf2b181ad-5BLnS1X1_fVmr82L-0j1u2LCp9h4jWX5qrY62Pvn9EBLzqoGrVmFNXlxAak8a0SepXxOVTx1d4P3rY4QFb7grs6qeLlFVUiCtIbEIq2qbwgM2SNHoW7EvknkWTmNu2Wy8/s1600/_DSC0178.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhf2b181ad-5BLnS1X1_fVmr82L-0j1u2LCp9h4jWX5qrY62Pvn9EBLzqoGrVmFNXlxAak8a0SepXxOVTx1d4P3rY4QFb7grs6qeLlFVUiCtIbEIq2qbwgM2SNHoW7EvknkWTmNu2Wy8/s400/_DSC0178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505870715762954578" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-15670447158682019072010-08-15T21:39:00.000-07:002010-08-15T21:45:54.990-07:00Natural Waterslides<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHee1osm8AAXHHns3hExGYXcMfktKHU9DWhRwuGSx8eE6g5JjVkclTLqLMoPkqSQohRXT-jHGX6OeXWqglNbwhE1Tg3f0BPlOUWuKGSvsscrJX5voDZXHqQ1XbxmISqaP6XXHD8duEY3g/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHee1osm8AAXHHns3hExGYXcMfktKHU9DWhRwuGSx8eE6g5JjVkclTLqLMoPkqSQohRXT-jHGX6OeXWqglNbwhE1Tg3f0BPlOUWuKGSvsscrJX5voDZXHqQ1XbxmISqaP6XXHD8duEY3g/s400/IMG_0615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505864299915242962" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Took a little trip up into the mountains recently for some hiking to a place that has some natural "water slides". The place was packed (very popular, obviously), and the boys had a great time. Not sure who or what made Caleb so mad in the one picture, but it cracked me up when I saw it because it is SO him. It was a good hike, not too hard on my knees, and we all had fun. We might even go there again... if I can ever convince Andrew of the merits of returning to somewhere you have already been before. :) Next time, I might even remember to bring my sunglasses.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1uqDzvu-UE47rfnXZQGDkk2H7IC3Kp75Px8PIc4mtEz45WQFBBN4FnF51TR8tYoZZm8-lt3pvjixTtw65znaKL8t6y3g1MWMyCg3KTr68YOgPxfxlHV03S7Ex_02AiNgBjvO_fb1xA0/s400/IMG_0604.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505864022891947202" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv5OxXafuZxzbvFT6lbx-HN7W5p__pE2XDmxHjI9fWrtR3q3GSUgzfoIkeIAWzd2rq_aS_UuXhGuC5OJGe9FodL1gg50rCiE-uhrRVrDEGR3zuqGkiBEB0jIVx7sTD4B9cWgl5ZxGoJlA/s400/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505863878603464850" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhafSeLP4UrV46u6iEJ8ylAo-xVWj7kSvh18ocOHwYoDKTl3HhqUMXF7zTkjgAsZqSGpj8-B8KHKr5ubP0BhGMw1ZhH1peisLzuI29gLAR46fSS_BpJ2P1XY9X4dYdtAULc7cT16BhAjGo/s400/IMG_0601.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505863748097780482" /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WYLztDRyyHk89JfytNvMCinQoMnB0H407ngLK8gcrObKSxK_IpZTCcShivfD-lJ6m0utSQ_QhnlT-aqImehztD7dWgl_X9HAyOwJRQSG_obDvDdf94RGylLcV3updmQulSX9zfqSB60/s400/IMG_0598.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505863610818419906" /></div><div><br /></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-81985652999141194962010-07-14T08:46:00.000-07:002010-07-14T08:56:35.522-07:00More thoughts from a two year oldCaleb with either be a great linguist or...well, something when he grows up, I don't know, but he has taken to making up words and sounds a LOT. The boy has been speaking quite clearly in complete sentences for a long time now, but in the last few months he has started just making up words and sounds and talking a whole lot of nonsense. Like I said, most of it is nonsense, and sometimes, he doesn't even know when his sounds make actual words. His latest obsession that keeps coming up in conversation is "Captain Sarabi". No idea who this mysterious Captain is, but apparently he and Caleb are pretty good friends. Yesterday, however, I met a new member of Caleb's word entourage: Captain Kegel. He has no idea how funny that is to me.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-66558979472756876732010-07-04T20:58:00.000-07:002010-07-04T21:00:52.845-07:00Stupid BloggerSo, I went to edit my blog appearance and it deleted my blog list. Now I have to go through old emails, blog stalk through other people's blogs, etc. to get all the addresses of everyone's blogs again. The whole reason I put them on my page is that to have them all in one place and avoid that kind of hunt in the first place. Oh well... this could take a while...Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-84698889565654513742010-06-12T20:54:00.001-07:002010-06-12T21:06:07.240-07:00And The Living Is EasySummertime! Summer finally came to Seattle! Okay, so we've had some really beautiful weather throughout May, but the first two weeks of June were rough. Not entirely surprising, as it has been this way at least for the last two summers as well, but rough, nonetheless, when you can't wait to get to outside activities and kids start getting cabin fever, etc. So, to honor the gorgeous 70-something degree weather we had today (have I mentioned how much I adore summer in Seattle... seriously... gorgeous, but I digress...), we went for a hike/beach trip at Discovery. The boys were troopers and did mostly the entire thing by themselves (Caleb had to be carried once or twice just for a few minutes). And mom was a trooper, too! Re-injured toe and all. (Yes, a couple of days ago, I slammed my newly healed broken toe into a large metal hand weight that had been left in the middle of the floor, hiding under a blanket... living room forts are dangerous things). Anyway...<div><br /></div><div>Not to mention, it was low tide, and I did the ultimately momly thing and trudged out through the muck and seaweed to look at cool things with my kids, touch detached crab claws, open up empty clam shells, and show them the difference between clams, oysters, mussels, and abalone shells. That's right, I AM patting myself on the back right now. It was one of those rare moments when somewhere in the back of my brain, all the seemingly useless trivia that I have stored up from years of animal planet, discovery channel, and various other facty tidbit shows and books all came together and I was able to sound really smart and amazing to my 4 and 2 year olds. Go, mom! Although, mom DID forget to bring a camera and consequently has no pictures to document said event. Oh well, you can't win 'em all, I suppose. And now I am off to sew a zillion tiny ties for Father's Day Keychains... Good times.</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-16619726655735245212010-06-06T20:45:00.000-07:002010-06-06T20:57:52.866-07:00The Prayer of a Two Year Old...Boy.<div style="text-align: left;">Warning...totally inappropriate, and potentially sacreligious, content ahead.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>My two-year old is obsessed with bums. Bummy heads, bummy bums, bum anything. Sometimes he just calls people bums for fun. They were at a friends house playing one night, and when I came to pick them up and I told him to say bye to his friends, he shouted, "Bye, bums!" (to a chorus of snickers and laughter, of course... everything seems cute when you're two, right?)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I don't think I realized the extent of the obsession until tonight's prayer before bed. Caleb has taken to saying his own prayers "by himself" before bedtime. Liam's often include being thankful for the house, the street, the parks, the parking lot, and all the people, and anything else he can think of in that moment. Caleb, apparently taking somewhat of a cue from Liam, said a prayer that went something like this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Dear Heavenly Father,</div><div>I love to eat my food. (pause)</div><div>I love to eat...(pause, at which point he clearly lost his train of thought...I hope)</div><div>All the people's bums and parts and everything.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Yep. My little angel.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftZXJEfh0Hz2CL2aQFzKusGp-tjyGmS2h_K7dcYCs7vqyGJyCOhOYSQykBIiLLL0gJx9WIiKH2Y7yFMEzu1iE-ZVVVnYyXIAHyAhAzSEQcWMiw5J2KSGsY1Xmkh12LeFaORrR-JSdum8/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479875493643078882" /></div><div><br /></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-91683380634731606672010-06-03T17:27:00.001-07:002010-06-03T17:32:04.067-07:00Just One Of Those DaysThought I'd be a good mom today and take my kids to the zoo...spent the whole time being frustrated and playing "mean mommy". Thought I'd have some comfort food, but can't eat much of anything due to a sore mouth (my own fault from too many potato chips this week - lame!). Watching Cash Cab and realizing that I didn't know any of the answers...even the $25 ones. Talk about feeling not so smart... *sigh* Here's hoping tomorrow will be a better day.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-185860817000121892010-06-03T08:20:00.001-07:002010-06-03T08:31:14.910-07:00Trying to catch up<div style="text-align: left;">Most of my recent posts are outdated already, but I am frantically trying to catch up on what has been happening of note lately. So today, it's Caleb's chin and stitches.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>In April, Caleb fell while climbing on the retaining wall and split open his chin...on a Sunday evening about an hour after his doctor's office closed. It was a pretty bad gash and wouldn't stop bleeding, so after a brief moment to calm him down and look up online where the nearest emergency room was, we headed out. Horrific experience with my 2 year old crying and shouting "Don't hold me down, dad! I have to get up! Don't hold me, Dad!" By the time they were done with his four stitches, he was like a cornered animal...didn't want anyone to touch him or hold him or get near him. Cried his way out to the car, clutching his juice cup (which he would not drink...probably didn't trust me anymore, so didn't know what I put in it, poor guy).</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ypK-swKJ3ieUz8H-Yc5Ni42sgnldk8rJc3IAmjZ97Dzml6mzs3Q86scKmBNgi-nZvhD9X4_yMZvyPeWy9Xs6swZZKPFsU9JM3oAW8ed2Vw1z6wmC39ylm12DpbwuDQA5tEIFX4OSEpc/s400/IMG_0483.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478570147731760418" /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQpee3q8o1NBgFKnRBuCC7tUfoejtQJzR4skSRPiOdSIMSgL2uQG3f_wp6BUCvFbnqQQnyib6xrv1ZhBpBLGb_SJMIZEs_WYtSMAxxMOstrrfKzg43UgErgxDvnHoAJQooS10ZaTi23o/s400/IMG_0477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478569964690921058" /><div><br /></div><div>The following night, he tripped on the stairs and hit his chin again. It pulled the wound a little more open, but not enough that we were going to put him through that again. We figured a little more noticeable scar would not harm him in life. The first of many, I'm sure...</div></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-24798396936965804272010-05-27T12:09:00.000-07:002010-05-27T12:11:49.622-07:00Self-GoverningLiam put himself down for a nap at noon today. Told me he was hungry at 11:30, ate his lunch, then announced he was going upstairs to take a rest. When I went up to check on him, the lights were out, the curtains drawn (as best he could), and he was snoring peacefully. Huh. Now if only Caleb would be so open to rest time.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-62591500854711254132010-05-27T12:00:00.000-07:002010-05-27T12:08:06.255-07:00The "After"<div>And "after":</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdriK4rxrNk629OZjIm8Dblma1dj09Yen-QQ373SkoKUf0IRtwOZ0GjGVwqR0tA6hXzVI_eGfH9GVGy3bxoVI7n5IAeLY1saBFLrSDhsEKXJSAnWpjrSYFiycgM5hnp4XNsoe_yxfFqso/s1600/_DSC0166.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdriK4rxrNk629OZjIm8Dblma1dj09Yen-QQ373SkoKUf0IRtwOZ0GjGVwqR0tA6hXzVI_eGfH9GVGy3bxoVI7n5IAeLY1saBFLrSDhsEKXJSAnWpjrSYFiycgM5hnp4XNsoe_yxfFqso/s400/_DSC0166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476027699893228482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaUJJab3q13rBmjolyZmd3Dc9P3jld3jEQecYFljn3b0wV9FUIksDW8kj1l3rguts_uGRUu8k5cOOyOp3Qhtuvxbb6uYTkmbhaISpRxwBUkka2845ZHgpAC8zfICEr-yeDxHb8U6Aw1RE/s1600/_DSC0178.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaUJJab3q13rBmjolyZmd3Dc9P3jld3jEQecYFljn3b0wV9FUIksDW8kj1l3rguts_uGRUu8k5cOOyOp3Qhtuvxbb6uYTkmbhaISpRxwBUkka2845ZHgpAC8zfICEr-yeDxHb8U6Aw1RE/s400/_DSC0178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476027604489650658" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYScx6KJlp6NFidP3ypGeMi6VR94b1izJtDrLN6fTU8HU7ehOK9CEesVgR4Bin6kQBf49E1modiMXGh7xtCRR0iR5uUL5vpnGaTIx40Ww_k31pq4b-Wiat6gM8vR35hZj5e4t8IuB2KNo/s1600/_DSC0175.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYScx6KJlp6NFidP3ypGeMi6VR94b1izJtDrLN6fTU8HU7ehOK9CEesVgR4Bin6kQBf49E1modiMXGh7xtCRR0iR5uUL5vpnGaTIx40Ww_k31pq4b-Wiat6gM8vR35hZj5e4t8IuB2KNo/s400/_DSC0175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476027327067827346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidUfI9J2X38b6wWYGFmOHStBd08b7b_n51WgDh8vz_j_0m62JIfGeu0u0mU3dBdFTwv_828BpnC_gQmEBXMj9TJkOfjqOdyHQpUlCXEQkd21OIF67mLRnPVjQsuov_zq2P7SAnVZxqosQ/s1600/_DSC0170.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidUfI9J2X38b6wWYGFmOHStBd08b7b_n51WgDh8vz_j_0m62JIfGeu0u0mU3dBdFTwv_828BpnC_gQmEBXMj9TJkOfjqOdyHQpUlCXEQkd21OIF67mLRnPVjQsuov_zq2P7SAnVZxqosQ/s400/_DSC0170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476027203187760322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTAkx3UrUmZxCmyQzhkEu-kPRiivqBqYspWacUqdWmSXlnmQz1mlr_m5JWXAr9nlmK9N0IqGD18bo0LtupldmO3dKUpj_AwZuEyY11_in9i80HbtNt2aEJJAKhhiWMBvIqL5TU5F1MZ9Q/s1600/_DSC0168.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTAkx3UrUmZxCmyQzhkEu-kPRiivqBqYspWacUqdWmSXlnmQz1mlr_m5JWXAr9nlmK9N0IqGD18bo0LtupldmO3dKUpj_AwZuEyY11_in9i80HbtNt2aEJJAKhhiWMBvIqL5TU5F1MZ9Q/s400/_DSC0168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476027099199070082" /></a>I'm a so thrilled with the way it all turned out! It's totally us, and I think we managed a nice blend of Andrew's desire for modern and my desire for a little more traditional. The tub is amazing and the boys love it. And having two sink has done wonders for the fighting over who's turn it is to brush and wash. All along I have said that as soon as it's done, I will not remodel anything for a long time... and now, all I can think about is what I would do in the downstairs bath... hmm... :)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549706743553459041.post-44505901463572780782010-05-27T11:51:00.001-07:002010-05-27T11:59:57.235-07:00The Before<div style="text-align: left;">Everyone always says you are supposed to take pictures of a room before you renovate/redecorate, etc. right? Well, when you don't actually plan to renovate you don't exactly do that. So, since our bathroom reno was "spur of the moment", shall we say? I realized that I have no pictures of the "before". So, I sorted through my photos, found the few that had, combined them with a few of the partial demolition (which shows the tub and shower tile still intact), and took a few of the downstairs bathroom, which had the same vanity, light fixture style, etc. to get a sense of the before...and here they are:</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">The downstairs bathroom</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh291jnKhL73SHiJoLNzCSsvVHCOuoaJSt2xg_5Gu1Vw-AW7wDuDgaCaBVork11JnrSG-YnTKQMoOg6HrLp69GV23ivjDBdM6dw63_1EeCZhRk8Rd9BdktI_CvCM-PHPwHlmZrRVb8wQXE/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476026261830673250" /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfbVfW6fzDRSt2XVkHnyOx6-MLuaXyMoev2Wl5pZuz2GvQlkXOUKNy26nuWhvY1TFB_DySS13LWkIVPFnRz6Gd3hPYm-C1sOgk7IIJXbwj7p7nAVFm7NHV1lA1atGzxxhyGz8DJemVKs/s400/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476026132390522114" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">The half demo-ed upstairs</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwXVjZAFxVBR-tmgJqoPIIgLt2IcZ0hAAasbZ-AudikHfbOLQNG8def7B4Ot5IDX0aRyXShb-1JbkZlhE1vV3RQ5iLU54DfvmIlqxrEVZMfiI4WwXiEF9f_9QXbvKHkRewOV5Q9DAK0c0/s400/DSCN3261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476025755290104242" /><div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SdQx0haqUUKVM7sWLBJzDEtOXMu7D-qV5TPkZXX7d6cgmoNqRIvKSveFj2MgQELbX13WmHA-DWcTdj7eZISU-2dWzNJRIk8kuTyiOGdzn26jLYAtsp41f_fQNZkTENNK3tkxiR9ra-E/s400/DSCN3254.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476025339488635698" /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057978696369864999noreply@blogger.com0