tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29375908774312216932024-03-13T19:13:01.956-07:00The SandersDesiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-83366774002196124362011-04-09T19:29:00.000-07:002011-04-09T20:11:14.711-07:00I finally took pictures!<div style="text-align: center;">Ok, so I know I suck. Sorry...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here goes:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Last weekend we went camping. I didn't take too many pictures, because I was trying to keep track of both of my boys the whole time. Very tiring!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM2NRs6KLmk8HR-coC7Ioz2bPchWCTWU76j__9cwE7-dQ0Cyu8k2J1BciiquRs7DMulad-BB9HGm_5s6wpx7R-pqFpnls9EW7FPjgQ-DWJMl49wIveW5ihiIX-NuvIEQKydmx2nNxnBqA/s1600/DSC03007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM2NRs6KLmk8HR-coC7Ioz2bPchWCTWU76j__9cwE7-dQ0Cyu8k2J1BciiquRs7DMulad-BB9HGm_5s6wpx7R-pqFpnls9EW7FPjgQ-DWJMl49wIveW5ihiIX-NuvIEQKydmx2nNxnBqA/s320/DSC03007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593782159338618482" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Samson trying out his lawn chair. Already covered in mud, but happy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM2NRs6KLmk8HR-coC7Ioz2bPchWCTWU76j__9cwE7-dQ0Cyu8k2J1BciiquRs7DMulad-BB9HGm_5s6wpx7R-pqFpnls9EW7FPjgQ-DWJMl49wIveW5ihiIX-NuvIEQKydmx2nNxnBqA/s1600/DSC03007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG_YMMepKueSDx92kSPFNQqRkvTPwhfCe0vcNh8PIH_Pmixbskl5YO-Q_Q4Az1DsHft0HOU_u9x8t0-8PzOiGgc5GVh-_wSaIhOaFi02ay-GtUF4ZpgW4PH9bWKPzKVE6lfygiUgJsEoA/s1600/DSC03014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG_YMMepKueSDx92kSPFNQqRkvTPwhfCe0vcNh8PIH_Pmixbskl5YO-Q_Q4Az1DsHft0HOU_u9x8t0-8PzOiGgc5GVh-_wSaIhOaFi02ay-GtUF4ZpgW4PH9bWKPzKVE6lfygiUgJsEoA/s320/DSC03014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593782154907077378" /></a></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Just loungin' around and watching daddy work.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG_YMMepKueSDx92kSPFNQqRkvTPwhfCe0vcNh8PIH_Pmixbskl5YO-Q_Q4Az1DsHft0HOU_u9x8t0-8PzOiGgc5GVh-_wSaIhOaFi02ay-GtUF4ZpgW4PH9bWKPzKVE6lfygiUgJsEoA/s1600/DSC03014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9BETdWrQcDfJLzG541EBJtkPo7YXORaPJLLrFgIbEAbyL6odiutI99RH6hiF1TnuLYuPbPY6yAzSPc_jyDaAsegnxCyYRNiYxVZ-ODk-QgVihLQAkhAgrQ5I1m_RqeYO6WeqMHqBnsY/s1600/DSC03015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9BETdWrQcDfJLzG541EBJtkPo7YXORaPJLLrFgIbEAbyL6odiutI99RH6hiF1TnuLYuPbPY6yAzSPc_jyDaAsegnxCyYRNiYxVZ-ODk-QgVihLQAkhAgrQ5I1m_RqeYO6WeqMHqBnsY/s320/DSC03015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593782144132323698" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9BETdWrQcDfJLzG541EBJtkPo7YXORaPJLLrFgIbEAbyL6odiutI99RH6hiF1TnuLYuPbPY6yAzSPc_jyDaAsegnxCyYRNiYxVZ-ODk-QgVihLQAkhAgrQ5I1m_RqeYO6WeqMHqBnsY/s1600/DSC03015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Setting up EVERYTHING! That's what happens when you take a big fat preggers camping with you :) Thanks baby!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Tonight I took the boys to fairytale town for a family fun night. Zeke had a blast!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRpZXwptLBqQCogDTqrRXvm_Br-eHUt69KplATmuriXYZRnZLz4mHISOPiO6vc4Np86pkIqXpcFnJrXHWzy8tXqSuD9V9_XOu8fHK9bDJSoYaqVRAlURD9XwC_fpDE8Rzog9RJBiZg0Q/s1600/DSC03021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRpZXwptLBqQCogDTqrRXvm_Br-eHUt69KplATmuriXYZRnZLz4mHISOPiO6vc4Np86pkIqXpcFnJrXHWzy8tXqSuD9V9_XOu8fHK9bDJSoYaqVRAlURD9XwC_fpDE8Rzog9RJBiZg0Q/s1600/DSC03021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRpZXwptLBqQCogDTqrRXvm_Br-eHUt69KplATmuriXYZRnZLz4mHISOPiO6vc4Np86pkIqXpcFnJrXHWzy8tXqSuD9V9_XOu8fHK9bDJSoYaqVRAlURD9XwC_fpDE8Rzog9RJBiZg0Q/s320/DSC03021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593781704440783682" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRpZXwptLBqQCogDTqrRXvm_Br-eHUt69KplATmuriXYZRnZLz4mHISOPiO6vc4Np86pkIqXpcFnJrXHWzy8tXqSuD9V9_XOu8fHK9bDJSoYaqVRAlURD9XwC_fpDE8Rzog9RJBiZg0Q/s1600/DSC03021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>He LOVES "going to see the animals."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLznNHOkdfFWMt9wpCCFJuZEfxMDF-x-PqkKjN8QvT8e1CF9IC9etzk34gNKnFpxoduXo2xnPMa8HtfXjx-BhinWrIA__V1N0qebfArJUHAdJdHuLB32G601VgC4ZQnjVJqbGwlfmoxa8/s1600/DSC03026.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLznNHOkdfFWMt9wpCCFJuZEfxMDF-x-PqkKjN8QvT8e1CF9IC9etzk34gNKnFpxoduXo2xnPMa8HtfXjx-BhinWrIA__V1N0qebfArJUHAdJdHuLB32G601VgC4ZQnjVJqbGwlfmoxa8/s320/DSC03026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593778419143797986" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I tried to include Samson in the festivities, but he was mostly ornery, so we left him in the stroller for the rest of the time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLznNHOkdfFWMt9wpCCFJuZEfxMDF-x-PqkKjN8QvT8e1CF9IC9etzk34gNKnFpxoduXo2xnPMa8HtfXjx-BhinWrIA__V1N0qebfArJUHAdJdHuLB32G601VgC4ZQnjVJqbGwlfmoxa8/s1600/DSC03026.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrH4xUK-EyHDB-a7Sl1How8fq7beP79NpJYeP5s_tiMmENabArDGuWKIBXdYagirRmJ55n0YwyFv4oipQjFeUg0ZA2ECRWNyrgTvOdfeAKZ_hwn76OwzXYfIXgW_OSL9kmyB5k4vRFMIY/s1600/DSC03031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrH4xUK-EyHDB-a7Sl1How8fq7beP79NpJYeP5s_tiMmENabArDGuWKIBXdYagirRmJ55n0YwyFv4oipQjFeUg0ZA2ECRWNyrgTvOdfeAKZ_hwn76OwzXYfIXgW_OSL9kmyB5k4vRFMIY/s320/DSC03031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593778414452654194" /></a></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">They had little games set up, and here is Zeke giving the cute girl his ticket to play.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrH4xUK-EyHDB-a7Sl1How8fq7beP79NpJYeP5s_tiMmENabArDGuWKIBXdYagirRmJ55n0YwyFv4oipQjFeUg0ZA2ECRWNyrgTvOdfeAKZ_hwn76OwzXYfIXgW_OSL9kmyB5k4vRFMIY/s1600/DSC03031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_jiH2q-aLnYC6vnjeu9peSyPhN8bWKGEBGRlypxa_lkivD4AR7jn0v3lsFpSjKRAdwsb79ucRvx97JdCEKf3lGf7JSAhjP0iR5R_3BQ4ahjwaVI96ZYPjMTB9Een5UUA7Cy8stWHWQo/s1600/DSC03032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_jiH2q-aLnYC6vnjeu9peSyPhN8bWKGEBGRlypxa_lkivD4AR7jn0v3lsFpSjKRAdwsb79ucRvx97JdCEKf3lGf7JSAhjP0iR5R_3BQ4ahjwaVI96ZYPjMTB9Een5UUA7Cy8stWHWQo/s320/DSC03032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593778407145227954" /></a></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">As soon as he threw the ball, a big gust of wind came and knocked all of the pins over, so he got a strike! Way to go son!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_jiH2q-aLnYC6vnjeu9peSyPhN8bWKGEBGRlypxa_lkivD4AR7jn0v3lsFpSjKRAdwsb79ucRvx97JdCEKf3lGf7JSAhjP0iR5R_3BQ4ahjwaVI96ZYPjMTB9Een5UUA7Cy8stWHWQo/s1600/DSC03032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMbUL_KMBMNOXr-P64M-DuE3NkcYDQakqVZdOpcCjh-oKi0nsihNha0PuETxNREzkos42lONr7t4bNJTbCqr963wEBG2tVt6Kn2SID6ibfjpIPLgCAD2brTpM_8rU5DWKRvvx0KUecQoc/s1600/DSC03056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMbUL_KMBMNOXr-P64M-DuE3NkcYDQakqVZdOpcCjh-oKi0nsihNha0PuETxNREzkos42lONr7t4bNJTbCqr963wEBG2tVt6Kn2SID6ibfjpIPLgCAD2brTpM_8rU5DWKRvvx0KUecQoc/s1600/DSC03056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMbUL_KMBMNOXr-P64M-DuE3NkcYDQakqVZdOpcCjh-oKi0nsihNha0PuETxNREzkos42lONr7t4bNJTbCqr963wEBG2tVt6Kn2SID6ibfjpIPLgCAD2brTpM_8rU5DWKRvvx0KUecQoc/s320/DSC03056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593778402125684034" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">He insisted on being the "Bad Guy". I'm not sure where he gets his information.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMbUL_KMBMNOXr-P64M-DuE3NkcYDQakqVZdOpcCjh-oKi0nsihNha0PuETxNREzkos42lONr7t4bNJTbCqr963wEBG2tVt6Kn2SID6ibfjpIPLgCAD2brTpM_8rU5DWKRvvx0KUecQoc/s1600/DSC03056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiv2oMSgK1gLhToQGiQ5GZnK9YTfw7ji2576eIsIEcadb6oci3_33ZLd1P7Fg0LZKY4xgwWZDkQrTu8KJ1uTk9-Je5fVx8CodP1La0Hdz5VSxztVXXY1vmhyphenhyphenwqzM_7x2FUspqrCPBfjP4/s1600/DSC03064.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiv2oMSgK1gLhToQGiQ5GZnK9YTfw7ji2576eIsIEcadb6oci3_33ZLd1P7Fg0LZKY4xgwWZDkQrTu8KJ1uTk9-Je5fVx8CodP1La0Hdz5VSxztVXXY1vmhyphenhyphenwqzM_7x2FUspqrCPBfjP4/s320/DSC03064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593778396173363858" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiv2oMSgK1gLhToQGiQ5GZnK9YTfw7ji2576eIsIEcadb6oci3_33ZLd1P7Fg0LZKY4xgwWZDkQrTu8KJ1uTk9-Je5fVx8CodP1La0Hdz5VSxztVXXY1vmhyphenhyphenwqzM_7x2FUspqrCPBfjP4/s1600/DSC03064.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>And an ice-cream cone at the end. Perfect end to a great night.</div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-55616325782168584062011-02-19T00:18:00.000-08:002011-02-19T01:23:58.641-08:00Grammys and Genders...First and foremost, it is very late as I write this, so please don't judge if it doesn't make a lot of sense. For those who don't know, I won a trip to the Grammys. They paid for our flights, hotel, and grammy tickets. So...<br /><br />Last Sunday morning, Jacqui and I woke up in Sacramento, and got ready to catch our flights to the GRAMMY'S!! We had a 9:30 AM flight, so we got to the tiny Sacramento airport at 8:30. Plenty of time, right? We waited at US Airways for US Airways flight 6835. The line was a little long, so after about 20 minutes we reached the front. Our flight number wasn't listed on the screen, but all of the flights listed were to Phoenix, so I thought there must just be some mistake. When we got to the front, the lady informed us that our US Airways flight was operated by United. Which meant we had to go to the United gate. Which was in a seperate terminal. Which we had to walk to. In platform heels. You get the picture. So Jacqui and I BOOKED it to the next terminal and went straight to the United counter. We found a line of about 5 people, but there were a few self-serve kiosks, so I went to try one while she kept our place in line. My ticket went through perfectly, so she got out of line to do the same thing. However, Jacqui just missed the 30 minute cut-off before the flight, so it wouldn't work. The a-hole man at the counter refused to help us, saying there was nothing he could do. The computer was asking if she wanted to pay $50 to be put on standby, so she payed it. Then it asked if she wanted to check a bag, so she payed the $25 to check her bag, because it had a metal sequined dress in it that was difficult to get through security, and we didn't want to take all that time unloading and reloading her suitcase. Done and done. We run to the gate, and the sweet lady informed us that Jacqui was on standby for the next flight. She asked if she had checked a bag, and the lady said she could get J on the flight, but her bag wouldn't make it until the next plane came in. Simple enough, except that flight wasn't until 4pm, and we were leaving for the Grammy's at 3!!! I started crying. (I'm blaming in on the stress, and the pregnancy hormones.) I explained that her dress was in the bag, and we NEEDED that bag. She asked if the bag was checkable, and I said yes! Then, I told Jacqui (apparently with a crazy look in my eye) to RUN back to the checkin counter, and GET HER BAG!! She sprinted down the stairs (barefoot) while the gate lady called down to them, explaining the situation. We had less than 10 minutes until the doors were closing. I sat there for 5 minutes just DYING, and when Jacqui got to the top of the stairs with her bag, she still had to clear security. The gate lady had already torn her boarding pass, and she had to reprint her one, but luckily there were only like 2 people at security. She got back through security, and we boarded the plane with like 12 seconds to spare! And then we were off!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMtVoN0aBPmvBA4Q6fGSaZ88CtmK8jJpxA8V47_Cuw6nFRwLbVFEX6Zo6ggpiFMy4iajvhEe_bYmcPSWvLnwx4dEHvzCwA9k8LXBJf2E_9GPQmItJgB8lR12mdPBNWuFs8AyPn1bjVAQ/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575314126245322402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMtVoN0aBPmvBA4Q6fGSaZ88CtmK8jJpxA8V47_Cuw6nFRwLbVFEX6Zo6ggpiFMy4iajvhEe_bYmcPSWvLnwx4dEHvzCwA9k8LXBJf2E_9GPQmItJgB8lR12mdPBNWuFs8AyPn1bjVAQ/s320/014.JPG" /></a><br />Then when we got to L.A. we rented a Convertible, which was super fun. Of course my super glamorous sister had a head scarf, whilst my hair was going all willy nilly in the wind!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikeU3_qvCTXNRsW5ymeSV5yfUOXatLfSvap_UIBPbHnElS0zhy4L8JUnXSLtNKTkjoa3HbF5rvKZaBnMisZYspvosqvvf6UYbmIL6eUj6ngZtU768r9cssgnN7lR1KgGfekGrjaGxz9Gw/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575314137909626514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikeU3_qvCTXNRsW5ymeSV5yfUOXatLfSvap_UIBPbHnElS0zhy4L8JUnXSLtNKTkjoa3HbF5rvKZaBnMisZYspvosqvvf6UYbmIL6eUj6ngZtU768r9cssgnN7lR1KgGfekGrjaGxz9Gw/s320/021.JPG" /></a><br />We then checked into our hotel room, and had a couple of hours to get ready. The lady at the front desk of the hotel upgraded our room to the top floor which was an executive level which included a cocktail lounge at night and free breakfast in the morning. That was fun.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEA1NC04U4UPnq-7nnhpxmE-dW4qRFIJZCZioMLpNbI5fd3c6Tr897Od3jm3v3iHgItrgnvrOk7905Yy4Pjp8nzOoHMGN6Tzly_u_QUSuCf5VQfsKw0owyaKTs7PQZwenlrJY8lFdhhY/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575314131569657746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEA1NC04U4UPnq-7nnhpxmE-dW4qRFIJZCZioMLpNbI5fd3c6Tr897Od3jm3v3iHgItrgnvrOk7905Yy4Pjp8nzOoHMGN6Tzly_u_QUSuCf5VQfsKw0owyaKTs7PQZwenlrJY8lFdhhY/s320/025.JPG" /></a><br />We also had a taxi pass which allowed our towncar to drop us off about 2 feet from the front door of the Staples center. It was very nice, considering the shoes! The red carpet is under tents in the back of the staples center, and the celebs are all kept FAR away from us common folk. I saw a window where you could see some VIPS coming in, but I got yelled at by security for looking out... he said, "We have to keep traffic moving here." I don't do well with getting yelled at.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKPHWbU9-5-DR5ErUt4-KIFIgzlaTRLwlEC3mDAnZrabM-aYxM6D8TmmPSRU6dupMlXgWjwhhd8SzrMngbZyVJ7cmrfW0pHIQtMaIgkKQv6P6KVsH9jWJV8qpT8NBx_yhlNGkAQ4iwIpc/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575314142721132978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKPHWbU9-5-DR5ErUt4-KIFIgzlaTRLwlEC3mDAnZrabM-aYxM6D8TmmPSRU6dupMlXgWjwhhd8SzrMngbZyVJ7cmrfW0pHIQtMaIgkKQv6P6KVsH9jWJV8qpT8NBx_yhlNGkAQ4iwIpc/s320/037.JPG" /></a><br />Anyhoo, we found our seats and man were they high!! But it was still AMAZING! I was watching the recorded version a little today, and you just don't get the same effect!! 3.5 hours, and I was never bored. I want to go back every year now, even if I never see a celebrity!<br /><br />The next day, we just tooled around L.A.<br />We went shopping in Beverly Hills... Lunch at Villa Blanca, which was AMAZING! We sat outside, and the seats were pretty close together. The table right behind us was a thirty something couple with their baby in a stroller. However, their "baby" was a mini-poodle. They were super sweet, and talked to me about my pregnancy... Then, the crusty gentleman who was waiting for his "date" chimed in that I had a <a href="mailto:70!@%">70%</a> chance of having another boy, but there was a blood test I could take to clarify. I asked how he knew so much about fertility and statistics, and he explained that he knew a lot about everything.... Okaaayy. So after he waited and waited and waited for his date, she finally showed up. And she was GORGEOUS! Half his age, and SO pretty! Then, he asked her what a Valentine's lunch "entailed?" Was it the same as a Valentine's Dinner? She played all dumb, and giggled, and changed the subject. Then she was super snooty to the poor waiter, and wouldn't eat ANY fat, including oil on her ahi tuna tar tar, or any sauces, or anything. Anyhoo, I decided it's not worth being skinny, if you have to be such a B whilst ordering food. Plus, she's a high priced hooker, so how snooty can she really be?<br /><br /><br />Then we drove to the beach.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQ-vuqEpm1HyN0XcOpL1_YxYnoMWfeYuhqNwduhdDeqLTvZgbextfQF8IN4XIqvL9WycI1UYYvdpBkktNRiVWeaU6qbv77FeRfRs5PPu9IUy090o8PA9g-cR6ZcYaFvLmHSjo2FWWnX0/s1600/046.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575314721080979842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQ-vuqEpm1HyN0XcOpL1_YxYnoMWfeYuhqNwduhdDeqLTvZgbextfQF8IN4XIqvL9WycI1UYYvdpBkktNRiVWeaU6qbv77FeRfRs5PPu9IUy090o8PA9g-cR6ZcYaFvLmHSjo2FWWnX0/s320/046.JPG" /></a><br />On the way to the beach, we passed right past the L.A. temple. So cool.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeiNz8-CjSyTuWC8Bie7RsfYRcevqmaPpJ_n2j-RLpGwCvoCXZvTUjqkHlBqUyk3QcjKXkIyRTnxsJbodiTEETX-McSRKG8rYwIvbuO7wHqfX8DONsvaBd_MtN4hABM-K2GGEX60TG06Q/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575314145891512482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeiNz8-CjSyTuWC8Bie7RsfYRcevqmaPpJ_n2j-RLpGwCvoCXZvTUjqkHlBqUyk3QcjKXkIyRTnxsJbodiTEETX-McSRKG8rYwIvbuO7wHqfX8DONsvaBd_MtN4hABM-K2GGEX60TG06Q/s320/049.JPG" /></a><br />Then, we walked along the beach.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAALLVh7Pznwt08W3uuowVvJm4W8X3T-QhVRV7pP2XMC230UQbtBIT6gs1mEph0ysaT-_1NV8CQzyiPn_qpAjNfTtciKZS7T00j-P09dhmrBRZ_tRR7-6cQG_oMCQGsbdFXRSB77CK8HI/s1600/053.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575314711971022258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAALLVh7Pznwt08W3uuowVvJm4W8X3T-QhVRV7pP2XMC230UQbtBIT6gs1mEph0ysaT-_1NV8CQzyiPn_qpAjNfTtciKZS7T00j-P09dhmrBRZ_tRR7-6cQG_oMCQGsbdFXRSB77CK8HI/s320/053.JPG" /></a><br />And on the pier.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj81pwB4k7paP00TH-IX_O0pxGWrpC_6lkAG7Ps_eIkA-Nhu1J1-_K5Y6td2VR-fp2m9jn5rTmVsvz-Z4B2FtnRrMns06CFcnSM5OUx5Uxxi3CI_9wB3RmpnNmJ6vV4lvFX-MpGgeBKc3Y/s1600/051.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575314715302562450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj81pwB4k7paP00TH-IX_O0pxGWrpC_6lkAG7Ps_eIkA-Nhu1J1-_K5Y6td2VR-fp2m9jn5rTmVsvz-Z4B2FtnRrMns06CFcnSM5OUx5Uxxi3CI_9wB3RmpnNmJ6vV4lvFX-MpGgeBKc3Y/s320/051.JPG" /></a><br />And some guy was making his lady a nice Valentine. It was really cute how much effort he was putting into it.<br /><br />And then we got bored. I asked Jacqui if she wanted to go find out what kind of baby I was having. She was super pumped! I have had 2 doctor's appointments, in which one midwife told me that my fetus' hearbeat sounded male, and the next one my NP told me the same thing. Then I took a pee in a cup test that told me I was also having a boy. Plus I have 2 beautiful boys... So, when we got to the sonographer's appt, the guy asked me if I had children yet. I said 2 boys, he said, "I'm not even going to ask the next question." He also explained that the odds were against me. So, finally he showed me what I was looking for. Well, I have seen a couple of boy ultrasounds, and I had known right away what I was loooking at. He had me laying on my left side to find the baby's privates, and the machine was on the right side, so he gave me a mirror to look. So I'm looking as he's going over and over and over my baby's privates. I am totally seeing 2 legs, but nothing else. And then my heart started pounding. Where's the weiner? My baby is missing his weiner. Wait. Does that mean? Am I missing something? I was too scared to ask. He then asked my sister if she knew what it was. He teased that he knew the gender, and just wanted us to figure it out. I finally got up the courage to ask, "Am I having a girl?" And he said, "You're having a girl!" I am tearing up as I write this, and I was totally crying and freaking out!!! I'M HAVING A GIRL!!!! When I got home that night, I gave Josiah the ultrasound pictures, and he was just as thrilled. He can't wait to have a little daddy's girl, since Zeke is a total mama's boy, and Samson is just a terror. A cute terror, but a terror nonetheless. Anyway, we went out tonight and bought our first girly outfits. Ok, quite a few. And some shoes.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTcf09N7NQFbEuk_nK7RxTbKGMs7HFT7x8uK-ffRPpKwtw5WOVfC_Kwaj5kLhUxXGNqcy7QjGZjaSX7IseJLsIi7I30nWNlCgTkBlljnwjtDRFMn1Vz8fruuF7gYdF7Dpk-D3cMPU4xg/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575314730145314786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTcf09N7NQFbEuk_nK7RxTbKGMs7HFT7x8uK-ffRPpKwtw5WOVfC_Kwaj5kLhUxXGNqcy7QjGZjaSX7IseJLsIi7I30nWNlCgTkBlljnwjtDRFMn1Vz8fruuF7gYdF7Dpk-D3cMPU4xg/s320/065.JPG" /></a><br />As soon as we got home from date-night, he got called out to work, so I had to load up the boys to take the sitter home. Zeke fell asleep on the way home, so I put him in his bed, and went to find his blanket and elephant, which he drags all over the house. Apparently he didn't need them. Such a sweet boy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD84BZaQRT4ofCh499XyMDGs1DAQ51LaQNFJYE-CkvpEYzbAKkDjgqTY6yyJWb1TgukHhqVmGjWQSqQelnZn1N_09hf9mQJsNiQwCBqOooCKNnzEdyMOYaPDQXSKBSZMEdhCgmTUhLHgY/s1600/056.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575314727242011634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD84BZaQRT4ofCh499XyMDGs1DAQ51LaQNFJYE-CkvpEYzbAKkDjgqTY6yyJWb1TgukHhqVmGjWQSqQelnZn1N_09hf9mQJsNiQwCBqOooCKNnzEdyMOYaPDQXSKBSZMEdhCgmTUhLHgY/s320/056.JPG" /></a><br />And just one of Samson. His new "spot" is the closet. He loves hiding in the clothes. He prefers my closet, but his works too. He is actually getting less terrorizing, and much more sweet. He likes to snuggle as long as you work in his blankie somehow.<br /><br />I am SO excited to complete our little family. We had always planned on 2, maybe 3 kids, so this was for sure out last little baby. We would have been fine with a boy, but I REALLY wanted to have a little girl. And all of my dreams came true!!! I couldn't be happier right now!Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-62606088414098693852011-02-04T22:03:00.001-08:002011-02-04T22:21:18.761-08:00Serves him RIGHT!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOgLvlhY8uDt6nsxdYHHDK3CXNAsJezdTvglYtviE5h-j-adqoexzZV_JXiGl3_nmbZOnukFkwVmACmpL7-l4qD84HqUo32hHWrSJyR0SgHRf_NsVxNx91P1bbs8tnAy3kiBiB3ZzgeM/s1600/DSC02930.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOgLvlhY8uDt6nsxdYHHDK3CXNAsJezdTvglYtviE5h-j-adqoexzZV_JXiGl3_nmbZOnukFkwVmACmpL7-l4qD84HqUo32hHWrSJyR0SgHRf_NsVxNx91P1bbs8tnAy3kiBiB3ZzgeM/s320/DSC02930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570084169564975666" /></a><br />We got home from date-night tonight, and Reggie had been locked in our bedroom. He loves finding warm places to lay, and has done some really disgusting naughty things when we leave him, but tonight was pay back. He trapped himself in the sleeve of Josiah's sweatshirt!!! I almost peed myself! Then we got him out, and it was kinda sad because he was REALLY stuck!<br /><br />And here are some gratuitous shots of the kids because I haven't blogged in 4 months.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0i3GrZY5X_jVgmAQWzHkE9Az5vCWR4z3j35U1vFLZfw6ojjdlMKKjSlJgGRxtY5VyCa00aKvEHBoS2Gl_mR5_jrVdl-rx-5zJcQSeFv_4_5koUpN3bErNynqblP9aYM8asuu_ICF5QI/s1600/DSC02927.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0i3GrZY5X_jVgmAQWzHkE9Az5vCWR4z3j35U1vFLZfw6ojjdlMKKjSlJgGRxtY5VyCa00aKvEHBoS2Gl_mR5_jrVdl-rx-5zJcQSeFv_4_5koUpN3bErNynqblP9aYM8asuu_ICF5QI/s320/DSC02927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570084160501010018" /></a><br />Zeke riding his bike... his favorite pastime. We put a big concrete strip on the side of our house which was basically unusable before, and now he and Samson both LOVE the back yard!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8DTHblZ45l-YZQduYVcVvaFeIdANx6JFAui0QL2EQz5Y_-7IHfYsGoN4oqTNbsQ3vsIwZo6KAa6AUGa9PTSIIl3FAYq1PPI9G8L8b-HmPposbDXu1t7jT0VT8M4mJxmO8sCiw_1vUBOc/s1600/DSC02920.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8DTHblZ45l-YZQduYVcVvaFeIdANx6JFAui0QL2EQz5Y_-7IHfYsGoN4oqTNbsQ3vsIwZo6KAa6AUGa9PTSIIl3FAYq1PPI9G8L8b-HmPposbDXu1t7jT0VT8M4mJxmO8sCiw_1vUBOc/s320/DSC02920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570084153164272850" /></a><br />Samson just doing some yard work. In his jammies. We were lazy this day.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cnefd60i2MA43WnQTFIMw57Bl8c-FyyKnlo6onGaEUCqgMo70Y57_PlnfNibt3HAaEKyJM_4YtRZbCbsC-KVFwXcvlPaoSgr7fOdLVA_BqShvjOyEX0SX_dnKEWV7attDYaSsxTd_MU/s1600/DSC02909.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cnefd60i2MA43WnQTFIMw57Bl8c-FyyKnlo6onGaEUCqgMo70Y57_PlnfNibt3HAaEKyJM_4YtRZbCbsC-KVFwXcvlPaoSgr7fOdLVA_BqShvjOyEX0SX_dnKEWV7attDYaSsxTd_MU/s320/DSC02909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570084147107773618" /></a><br />And, Samson's new favorite spot. We bought this super cozy dog bed for Reggie when we put in the hardwood floors, but he prefers to just cozy up with us on the couch. However, Samson thinks it's the bees knees. He cozies up to it all the time. He is also quite obsessed with his blankie which he takes everywhere and drags all over the place. Oh well, whatever keeps him happy!<br /><br /><br />Ok, so I just blogged for the first time in 4 months, and it's not showing my pictures as I'm writing, am I doing something wrong? It's showing them in some code, so I have to keep previewing to see if it's working? WHAT THE CRAP!?Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-85376165166016491752010-10-31T20:42:00.001-07:002010-10-31T21:00:16.629-07:00Happy Halloween!!<div align="center">We had a good Halloween with our two little guys!! Last year I made Zeke an oregon Duck costume, and it was a ton of work, but it was awesome!! This year, I decided to just buy their costumes from Target. Not as "custom" but still, super cute, and MUCH easier!! Zeke wasn't too sure about his elephant costume, but he loves elephants, and as soon as he figured out it was a sure way to get candy, he would beg to put it on!!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPgrJGwECHVWjbWneQ0dASjI4j2HON2xqzDFIsJOF3OogoKISv21Non-0ztOzhWA8MNx0H3gueslp0zNUQj3kiC_DvELd3c5k4f3zjC5Vxa9oK1LUTMSfn-fVRzbtcIN_MrgWXThBoH84/s1600/DSC02684.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534422684616976786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPgrJGwECHVWjbWneQ0dASjI4j2HON2xqzDFIsJOF3OogoKISv21Non-0ztOzhWA8MNx0H3gueslp0zNUQj3kiC_DvELd3c5k4f3zjC5Vxa9oK1LUTMSfn-fVRzbtcIN_MrgWXThBoH84/s320/DSC02684.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">This is at the stake harvest party. I don't know why they're calling it "harvest" when we're all dressed up and passing out candy. Sounds pretty halloween to me! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlRfS0Z-SmlUQs6hjpdCia_dUgKkOPziHqjqHofIItqT-DioiP7SjHvXPMrAcd9zbM0XCDMzqqjROHcX-bWO_LLW4LDqj9oosbg5L-R66I-AO_GGAACaz99bUbRu96IG8JpYEy3laIhg/s1600/DSC02681.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534422249371481186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlRfS0Z-SmlUQs6hjpdCia_dUgKkOPziHqjqHofIItqT-DioiP7SjHvXPMrAcd9zbM0XCDMzqqjROHcX-bWO_LLW4LDqj9oosbg5L-R66I-AO_GGAACaz99bUbRu96IG8JpYEy3laIhg/s320/DSC02681.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">We (the Young Women's presidency) were in charge of a booth. We went with a "Where's Waldo" theme. (I'm the evil version!) The kids had to draw a token, and depending which character they got, they would get a candy, a prize, or if they found "Waldo" they would get a FULL SIZE candy bar!! We had some repeat customers! I can see the gamblaholics already!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1pWXesidMStsIpGcbvNlA7PKx269X9HEE8jeMLg6AHgVQ5cN_CEOhltTb7d1kzUhn-apx1NIqBP9uBAMR81Kogs0tMFCuAMzxAkvoHKZlq9T6qWLzbg1BoUdbC2SXwSz0SyYPRXbh7UA/s1600/DSC02694.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534422680175705826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1pWXesidMStsIpGcbvNlA7PKx269X9HEE8jeMLg6AHgVQ5cN_CEOhltTb7d1kzUhn-apx1NIqBP9uBAMR81Kogs0tMFCuAMzxAkvoHKZlq9T6qWLzbg1BoUdbC2SXwSz0SyYPRXbh7UA/s320/DSC02694.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">Sunday night, I decided the boys would probably enjoy a nice walk around the neighborhood, so we got all suited up, and begged for candy. Thanks for all of your hard work Zeke. Mommy will enjoy!! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZmjmgQEk96WWTLr5a1YBWyXBA8LhVomvZwtaqPTWwygdvPYTlf2i2f5_w_EyUBI8GamKv67bGWavz8ye3zcOWOIWaZ5juRFbH_7kiVfYehLf_24ld-K8yH-RV3zf6Z5To6QiT2AR8X8/s1600/DSC02696.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534422228942880626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZmjmgQEk96WWTLr5a1YBWyXBA8LhVomvZwtaqPTWwygdvPYTlf2i2f5_w_EyUBI8GamKv67bGWavz8ye3zcOWOIWaZ5juRFbH_7kiVfYehLf_24ld-K8yH-RV3zf6Z5To6QiT2AR8X8/s320/DSC02696.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Zeke is totally engrossed with the mission at hand...<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUp5OGCab8iAZNXd8xyLWTE4J-xLFx3ltktfi1HwtbevBMJ1r3GWzzyOq3i7KjrXD8XK5HX4omS_FWrZJ028nVNMcNHwhufK-xigExieUpfc5C7BjSQ-pJjVSeaHMqgrVHGjwIKW2Wi4E/s1600/DSC02697.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534422238250531058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUp5OGCab8iAZNXd8xyLWTE4J-xLFx3ltktfi1HwtbevBMJ1r3GWzzyOq3i7KjrXD8XK5HX4omS_FWrZJ028nVNMcNHwhufK-xigExieUpfc5C7BjSQ-pJjVSeaHMqgrVHGjwIKW2Wi4E/s320/DSC02697.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">And reaping the SWEET rewards!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSGodvXg057J_GG3wd0gpPF2OOhp0rTDQdqLL8n5Ko7gU6rU-ABJ3GCZzg2p7k4kQmWxHO6WUlfKOHYKU9A4NM7qTO8hw2J4x2habqqem31jk8i5TKUotjIHfM6w9cWKWxO_ijf49POE/s1600/DSC02698.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534425031208357170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSGodvXg057J_GG3wd0gpPF2OOhp0rTDQdqLL8n5Ko7gU6rU-ABJ3GCZzg2p7k4kQmWxHO6WUlfKOHYKU9A4NM7qTO8hw2J4x2habqqem31jk8i5TKUotjIHfM6w9cWKWxO_ijf49POE/s320/DSC02698.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">Samson was a pretty good sport. Pretty much everyone in the neighborhood was talking about how cute he was. Pretty big ego boost... Josiah was taking all of the credit!!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj34f4eios2T_imsR9FXWnm0PM22sFwbGjOIylILI9MswUSW1-dB00dyLP658qGtzJtojzGlDithb3zReLCAbIs_JqDWxd3GspVtU2ZCPvY3AIc1bBEyexwtT5SWBhTox1ZY2fkxyz4ghg/s1600/DSC02699.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534422233301723714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj34f4eios2T_imsR9FXWnm0PM22sFwbGjOIylILI9MswUSW1-dB00dyLP658qGtzJtojzGlDithb3zReLCAbIs_JqDWxd3GspVtU2ZCPvY3AIc1bBEyexwtT5SWBhTox1ZY2fkxyz4ghg/s320/DSC02699.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">Our big boy was very brave, and would go up to each house all by himself! He actually walked right in to the first person's house who opened the door! He wouldn't really say trick-or-treat unless someone prompted him, but he was VERY good about Thank-you! I'm so Proud!! </div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-13608153025393052612010-09-26T21:02:00.000-07:002010-09-26T21:16:04.398-07:00Splash park<div align="center">I almost forgot how much fun we have at the splash park, so we went this weekend! It was BEAUTIFUL, and not too hot under the shade. It is totally free, and my kids may enjoy themselves more than at the pool, with a much lower chance of drowning!!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8LD1RmmBIN-FC2dqqYrbaMrt0c8AVD_ZuaBhvedshJ8_kp8EnHTw0NlRjQU7DPULHbtOP5_cQqMGASV-TYHHJAT1W8av4w_2uo-mCn5fP2P9ibf7abVVogK_6K8NRyqBYUVez5SGjVqQ/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521440157330933762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8LD1RmmBIN-FC2dqqYrbaMrt0c8AVD_ZuaBhvedshJ8_kp8EnHTw0NlRjQU7DPULHbtOP5_cQqMGASV-TYHHJAT1W8av4w_2uo-mCn5fP2P9ibf7abVVogK_6K8NRyqBYUVez5SGjVqQ/s320/027.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">Samson was clearly a happy camper!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5EFKu9w_zIhKZFEPX1llV-S2vFSUOX6rSk6cEJKtxKjuXV_CNpTio67qsl6lYgyFdf2vEkfl6JryMah7Qu7-vSqkZj9IZvy5RKfaAtZS-HwjMLYdKCWgG2Ypc7RD9Gv7W6liWpowB3MM/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521440152591338610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5EFKu9w_zIhKZFEPX1llV-S2vFSUOX6rSk6cEJKtxKjuXV_CNpTio67qsl6lYgyFdf2vEkfl6JryMah7Qu7-vSqkZj9IZvy5RKfaAtZS-HwjMLYdKCWgG2Ypc7RD9Gv7W6liWpowB3MM/s320/031.JPG" /></a><br />We wanted him to get a big bucket of water on the head, but he was too smart for that!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLhhgimO9ux_VFHCz0b6F49IFcMEl3ZR3k7bsNRW0R-1qb_3L1z7FSgeyRugA3L0oSGEgX15D_VuFvS2Hj10druX1f58F6O0OaWgkdQZxpYFINrUiO7s7NZaF9AYd0vEKZoXELhg6zDVw/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521440149740527266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLhhgimO9ux_VFHCz0b6F49IFcMEl3ZR3k7bsNRW0R-1qb_3L1z7FSgeyRugA3L0oSGEgX15D_VuFvS2Hj10druX1f58F6O0OaWgkdQZxpYFINrUiO7s7NZaF9AYd0vEKZoXELhg6zDVw/s320/033.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">Zeke and his GF Ava. They are besties!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5-igngkFFKSwzkX0AYbC0fZv_9ETcEggtrR16JVPYDW3zvA6W61_GLTbqor8zZD2X-lht8JEZQB4Zol6HJzlWZqlH6r3xgdXEcmnwTwb22WdPVwGT7LcCQJy-EjrAw7x7rp0jwxvVoQ/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521440144042224594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5-igngkFFKSwzkX0AYbC0fZv_9ETcEggtrR16JVPYDW3zvA6W61_GLTbqor8zZD2X-lht8JEZQB4Zol6HJzlWZqlH6r3xgdXEcmnwTwb22WdPVwGT7LcCQJy-EjrAw7x7rp0jwxvVoQ/s320/040.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">She is not a huge fan of the water, so it was incredible that he got her to play! I guess when he makes it look that fun!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKftWXk0REgpiC2hxV_uagn3XLoayOa9eSU2wX7OhLjTxLROzCbOU1-afPiZ5IXcGd_JnjyYmMygLSuLLDikOEnPRkLkHZcUNhsmJdCzqtJ4st3pLz6x9XcuksVOXRyY_3cMIHO5fevHE/s1600/051.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521440134936174626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKftWXk0REgpiC2hxV_uagn3XLoayOa9eSU2wX7OhLjTxLROzCbOU1-afPiZ5IXcGd_JnjyYmMygLSuLLDikOEnPRkLkHZcUNhsmJdCzqtJ4st3pLz6x9XcuksVOXRyY_3cMIHO5fevHE/s320/051.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Shooting a sweet water cannon!! </div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-42208452620813252152010-08-29T19:57:00.001-07:002010-08-29T20:53:12.741-07:00Biggest. Post. EVER!!!!Pretty much the whole summer. Some trips, some randoms, mostly just pictures. Enjoy!!<br /><br />Just a cute kid. Falling asleep on the couch.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvc_QGJckFkE2uPZbEA3t_IFtokuwju8hZnxwH0A7wm7vppCXS-Q7f-ua7_x26e1Cbv2nN2-FYa_Yx4LUG8z2cheSPWCOKtVR70T2Vn2KveTB7npSyfKPo8N4PzuDQ3lAo11pGcQtmss/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511039722295509506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvc_QGJckFkE2uPZbEA3t_IFtokuwju8hZnxwH0A7wm7vppCXS-Q7f-ua7_x26e1Cbv2nN2-FYa_Yx4LUG8z2cheSPWCOKtVR70T2Vn2KveTB7npSyfKPo8N4PzuDQ3lAo11pGcQtmss/s320/027.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYKEvbjlY-_iKchRyDntqANtjRUI_ZTxEpEVcx48SqzJFTziu7FVxwzwsRwydQwOQMx9ek7mav5L1GBd50D4XSBs9o09L_qxRsqnOGeb_YdKrFhQiDk0SywmIbnsK6cGQt8vEWATshGc/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511039715435095282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYKEvbjlY-_iKchRyDntqANtjRUI_ZTxEpEVcx48SqzJFTziu7FVxwzwsRwydQwOQMx9ek7mav5L1GBd50D4XSBs9o09L_qxRsqnOGeb_YdKrFhQiDk0SywmIbnsK6cGQt8vEWATshGc/s320/033.JPG" /></a><br />Abuelita (My Mexican Grandma) had a birthday on July 12. For her birthday, her daughters told her they would take her on a trip anywhere she wanted to go. She chose my house. Well, I couldn't have Abuelita here, and not make her cook for me!! Chile colorado. Gracias abuelita, y mis tias tambien!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztkgn7AkulwtH06Sf4-gVTbiNyC-2FEO5vOczJWbUXho1OZ6CcojQ7UejSyygkFtciov1e3LynFl3d0K7_FfwwIO9XCkOimE2CNz15YmNmeZipiQmT5joftOCDGBQY4SbhKjhngXyR0k/s1600/045.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511039707946825042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztkgn7AkulwtH06Sf4-gVTbiNyC-2FEO5vOczJWbUXho1OZ6CcojQ7UejSyygkFtciov1e3LynFl3d0K7_FfwwIO9XCkOimE2CNz15YmNmeZipiQmT5joftOCDGBQY4SbhKjhngXyR0k/s320/045.JPG" /></a><br />Samson just being cute.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_FPHSW1AzQYQGNXL2iJ_05SawBXqL8_2f80KpxvdJYeyZfswd7rkzYQ1XCrpSqku0yD_iNm0lA4HGYFILeGf0RPSOXChP8LrUmRaTbPMsy5fY-3AKykofp2PX_Z12BzPYqqaYnyudPus/s1600/054.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511039694705640674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_FPHSW1AzQYQGNXL2iJ_05SawBXqL8_2f80KpxvdJYeyZfswd7rkzYQ1XCrpSqku0yD_iNm0lA4HGYFILeGf0RPSOXChP8LrUmRaTbPMsy5fY-3AKykofp2PX_Z12BzPYqqaYnyudPus/s320/054.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Zeke moved this chair to the counter, and proceeded to help himself to knifefulls of peanut butter. I wonder who he learned that from. (daddy...)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglph84XynwBqJvOogaZIUC6tM0J0XgFyjrCGQSn3PcqtBIeyLBtP54tiavFarH-1VtVsHado54C3cCWhbYY_KyCpjnEpw8LDfsxGekA8ruDqTDJxBhMRjhpjGjx1ZrdgeiwYdT8tbtC6A/s1600/064.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511039685374032322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglph84XynwBqJvOogaZIUC6tM0J0XgFyjrCGQSn3PcqtBIeyLBtP54tiavFarH-1VtVsHado54C3cCWhbYY_KyCpjnEpw8LDfsxGekA8ruDqTDJxBhMRjhpjGjx1ZrdgeiwYdT8tbtC6A/s320/064.JPG" /></a> </div><div>They are already being naughty together. Warms my heart. </div><div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqefmt0aMLnVhcpVj2jjO8-HuO3WmP6dRRmiNNAPCeZx6bqys2YNvq0EBfrJoTVyHKwtggM-Eu23sTbPVsxe6UV65ByFmC_5sfrpBZnMiQAeIQzeGKvUCzF46R62yrxZ23Y_Hr3YkDz8c/s1600/077.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511037190732801074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqefmt0aMLnVhcpVj2jjO8-HuO3WmP6dRRmiNNAPCeZx6bqys2YNvq0EBfrJoTVyHKwtggM-Eu23sTbPVsxe6UV65ByFmC_5sfrpBZnMiQAeIQzeGKvUCzF46R62yrxZ23Y_Hr3YkDz8c/s320/077.JPG" /></a> </div><div>8 month picture. I think I may have forgotten his 9 month shot.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXk3c-rMEq0Q8mshdKV3KwIFNjrJe0fwus_6F1uPrKAbSMDzBsMnTtVtsbBl8cOds3QFO-pSOij0Qb55lA4f5BxuN7YyDRx3jj9BSbUDUkIqHD5zRDzR6c4l8l3TJLJeWHhSahTqQGw8U/s1600/087.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511037180929532178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXk3c-rMEq0Q8mshdKV3KwIFNjrJe0fwus_6F1uPrKAbSMDzBsMnTtVtsbBl8cOds3QFO-pSOij0Qb55lA4f5BxuN7YyDRx3jj9BSbUDUkIqHD5zRDzR6c4l8l3TJLJeWHhSahTqQGw8U/s320/087.JPG" /></a> </div><div>First time with a banana. HE LOVED IT!! </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4N2GKaZze4XqLhrzbWhum7SndOlitkrBHYw1mRzwD9ntNBHb4g06ttTM63XvB29L9-NMPdEGUQdjQKOM1zJlu729e1frFSIL8T2r0gpq5Kiz2jTqT83z2swakohfHLxpYNTCj6tIx-NQ/s1600/096.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511037177582247586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4N2GKaZze4XqLhrzbWhum7SndOlitkrBHYw1mRzwD9ntNBHb4g06ttTM63XvB29L9-NMPdEGUQdjQKOM1zJlu729e1frFSIL8T2r0gpq5Kiz2jTqT83z2swakohfHLxpYNTCj6tIx-NQ/s320/096.JPG" /></a><br />OH NO!! My binky is stuck on mater's tow hook!! </div><div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqUeSBtgChoDcZVnwPNY1YIhekpj6Gr7zCQdNmEWARXBgcPvar1-bgs_YD63afdnBJcs6ytjSBF35i6lpIXhwnGXkkRqivRN8Wq5xfUSeO6wrpYF3OlcZTF_vJW9IpDWrvNS6S-p2Z9Dw/s1600/218.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511032253426391042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqUeSBtgChoDcZVnwPNY1YIhekpj6Gr7zCQdNmEWARXBgcPvar1-bgs_YD63afdnBJcs6ytjSBF35i6lpIXhwnGXkkRqivRN8Wq5xfUSeO6wrpYF3OlcZTF_vJW9IpDWrvNS6S-p2Z9Dw/s320/218.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Is there anything cuter than a baby in a sink-bath?<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpLrzHEE-GSPy3JO6B3nuuM9gnwW_o5JrLinFdYXGgn_Cm9HfWj0LUbIZq9gTZPje8Q530HzIZzi4_Ic9Ke1Zv7paDe3x6SVZQmodYa7v6aGe3xP3NSSLHwZBU0NtJIG6AQ2k5C36fDQ/s1600/213.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511032242447069202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpLrzHEE-GSPy3JO6B3nuuM9gnwW_o5JrLinFdYXGgn_Cm9HfWj0LUbIZq9gTZPje8Q530HzIZzi4_Ic9Ke1Zv7paDe3x6SVZQmodYa7v6aGe3xP3NSSLHwZBU0NtJIG6AQ2k5C36fDQ/s320/213.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Um, I hope that sham-wow was clean!! </div><div></div><div>A couple of weeks ago, Jacqui and Dan and fam were in Tahoe for a few weeks. It was so fun to go up and visit them. Josiah even took a few days off of work (which is pretty much unheard of!)and we went up for the weekend.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmL9gACug1UOD89UQIU6KGZfowJehgDfDvC0lgqljFzy3QnNz9bqBwyYMj65Rf2r2YKhXtLvn_cuClIkFo6kA_XlV0YQMngTE1nAhOvJK_L0X4cCeGGx2txS20NKHfY7b4QG0Vla1BLI/s1600/109.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511040626300900258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmL9gACug1UOD89UQIU6KGZfowJehgDfDvC0lgqljFzy3QnNz9bqBwyYMj65Rf2r2YKhXtLvn_cuClIkFo6kA_XlV0YQMngTE1nAhOvJK_L0X4cCeGGx2txS20NKHfY7b4QG0Vla1BLI/s320/109.JPG" /></a><br />We went to Reno for one of my brother in law's friend's birthdays. We went to a fun buffet at the Grand Sierra Casino. And then right outside were some bumper cars. Fun times... Zeke rode with daddy, and screamed the whole time. </div></div><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio45MFEs8DNQx9zu8mPXH9xa0QQaee0bh7Lkp8WuV1-nQjpKAcXM232x_45ruuaaBcJGiK6AgMI-V-6i1uqoUgcsp4r0Pzg8QF6qTOomTgsxJUiyuwGutNp3d_v6d24qBrypf85gcXUhk/s1600/112.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511037160346281042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio45MFEs8DNQx9zu8mPXH9xa0QQaee0bh7Lkp8WuV1-nQjpKAcXM232x_45ruuaaBcJGiK6AgMI-V-6i1uqoUgcsp4r0Pzg8QF6qTOomTgsxJUiyuwGutNp3d_v6d24qBrypf85gcXUhk/s320/112.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Chillin at tahoe. He fell asleep in the car on the way to the lake, transferred to the stroller, and slept for 2 hours while we played in the sand! THAT NEVER HAPPENS!! (I actually have a picture of him a couple of summers ago in this same position!)<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ju0IO4_FgpqFLWro3BQMbRlmPIUN7kZ-ru-XWwlsgTE8EJZkM3C3-lfriXUwLIZTIUYKFJxxlk7TQXAUlOEofhUIeTHGchlXq9rkALt28XwFkveSRBuikP-R-m4dOuz-i1BROCpzvdY/s1600/117.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511036073547521442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ju0IO4_FgpqFLWro3BQMbRlmPIUN7kZ-ru-XWwlsgTE8EJZkM3C3-lfriXUwLIZTIUYKFJxxlk7TQXAUlOEofhUIeTHGchlXq9rkALt28XwFkveSRBuikP-R-m4dOuz-i1BROCpzvdY/s320/117.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Sweet Samson soakin up the sun! (And eating some sand.)<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiRna82txC-wjtHhyeOqruzKx89qgJBQEazlHWTWhZtHGUfN8U1vix8l3H4By-2Osrw6wd7ZLg4RthP0RgprhDMcl_HRjIKkugi0BNyjclClIYNzhFDv8R49mvuIx7GWiadZ4farVPJ3M/s1600/126.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511036067075773378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiRna82txC-wjtHhyeOqruzKx89qgJBQEazlHWTWhZtHGUfN8U1vix8l3H4By-2Osrw6wd7ZLg4RthP0RgprhDMcl_HRjIKkugi0BNyjclClIYNzhFDv8R49mvuIx7GWiadZ4farVPJ3M/s320/126.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Finally he woke up for some glamour shots!<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVbDOV9a51C0IPbv5OdzAlf6nwc-Du5L6wTVhY2LBMGtWGxwqXncyL6SNJa3suHg-E-Bh7aNCrFqPIvZV8CcPdpzaUv8D-3QvaRCw-i2OnFNhKM05PxaxOuD6603iBT2i8zuY95b9eCI/s1600/144.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511036056601542290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVbDOV9a51C0IPbv5OdzAlf6nwc-Du5L6wTVhY2LBMGtWGxwqXncyL6SNJa3suHg-E-Bh7aNCrFqPIvZV8CcPdpzaUv8D-3QvaRCw-i2OnFNhKM05PxaxOuD6603iBT2i8zuY95b9eCI/s320/144.JPG" /></a></div><div>Then we walked around all the sidewalk vendors. I LOVE my boys! </div><div></div><br /><div>Then we went to a local farm. It's called Farm fresh to you. They package up their fresh produce in a random variety, and then you can order by the box. They also give farm tours, so we went up for a picnic.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpUR3UWEJ09WCPAUgTu8A8IhbHsFvs25lLWuBZf9P31oOzPWoCf-P9Nihl823iZb3WDdfIVB9PKwCLIpE37duHhOCp5B1XJt4fupRFDBF9hovk2xBsZe1wxUmqwBoL8IsqJja3bLLop2U/s1600/156.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511036052466525778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpUR3UWEJ09WCPAUgTu8A8IhbHsFvs25lLWuBZf9P31oOzPWoCf-P9Nihl823iZb3WDdfIVB9PKwCLIpE37duHhOCp5B1XJt4fupRFDBF9hovk2xBsZe1wxUmqwBoL8IsqJja3bLLop2U/s320/156.JPG" /></a> </div><div>This is Josiah and Zeke on the tractor tour.</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQhCFSH_se2B751ri4wMuCyUsGLLbPuLUoTAMbVun1XP207ZwDkBk1Tv0Ef6dqSN1l3IwVqfjaAfETPPa03OP9JeE0LWLUARw7T_wc9B97exGFa3Y091T7LnyglWFXXZclX0jS1knutE/s1600/158.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511036043842467986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQhCFSH_se2B751ri4wMuCyUsGLLbPuLUoTAMbVun1XP207ZwDkBk1Tv0Ef6dqSN1l3IwVqfjaAfETPPa03OP9JeE0LWLUARw7T_wc9B97exGFa3Y091T7LnyglWFXXZclX0jS1knutE/s320/158.JPG" /></a><br />I was in charge of Samson. Not fun. He was super squirmy!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwSuecW3prURJYQ_S-hcsQvmgwY0-0vTZRJO5d_0fNngEBY4eZDq6OKgaGGspcICOSs6RnCh_WRcyEfrgj8esBT4zUfv3p_Ce-K4UkUTk11RxLQxHI48SXTXAy277CLnFbRjHO7B_XBrI/s1600/162.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511035128028305394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwSuecW3prURJYQ_S-hcsQvmgwY0-0vTZRJO5d_0fNngEBY4eZDq6OKgaGGspcICOSs6RnCh_WRcyEfrgj8esBT4zUfv3p_Ce-K4UkUTk11RxLQxHI48SXTXAy277CLnFbRjHO7B_XBrI/s320/162.JPG" /></a><br />Zeke picking free cherry tomatoes.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipy79p43UsgbyrUPvXiyH2y4PiwngQi2NSXr6Yj5wKL0YtrScnkPexxZgJhpw_qJVVtyyPUiGF-NhvaARY9SH25dpYjX_VRmYQFLHbDft0CwzKw5pkbNqjeiNECLEBhFOniP6QVJ4goWQ/s1600/169.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511035123164673426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipy79p43UsgbyrUPvXiyH2y4PiwngQi2NSXr6Yj5wKL0YtrScnkPexxZgJhpw_qJVVtyyPUiGF-NhvaARY9SH25dpYjX_VRmYQFLHbDft0CwzKw5pkbNqjeiNECLEBhFOniP6QVJ4goWQ/s320/169.JPG" /></a><br />Susanne, Easton, and Zeke picking tomatoes. Zeke would pick one, put it in his basket, and then chuck it at someone. Jo was proud.</div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_jrSl-rA_Jvww0Ox0vzbgTH1rDGcrZD5squjw_NrYY8qoqvf-0737z89cTqBrtoh_c-bnYwHswcPh1q2GddBdHziwce0-ooLmfN09Lhu6xTlpbvdlGqazMerc1DzHvDb2_VuAX2gh9A/s1600/174.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511035111336330754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_jrSl-rA_Jvww0Ox0vzbgTH1rDGcrZD5squjw_NrYY8qoqvf-0737z89cTqBrtoh_c-bnYwHswcPh1q2GddBdHziwce0-ooLmfN09Lhu6xTlpbvdlGqazMerc1DzHvDb2_VuAX2gh9A/s320/174.JPG" /></a><br />Mike and Clay soaking up the sun.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYO3FdFH5zTsYLn6QdOms7Yjs1vQaGvkTsZLfdMOD7och5GspmrJ2D82ikvQEEfpsH_NwGnnqpo2mc73sfYgej2vtTZ8vgE4Era0ooNR05zKT-i3hS-MvKd8hslgf9dA2vP9W9ENSE1I/s1600/179.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511035103690800242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYO3FdFH5zTsYLn6QdOms7Yjs1vQaGvkTsZLfdMOD7och5GspmrJ2D82ikvQEEfpsH_NwGnnqpo2mc73sfYgej2vtTZ8vgE4Era0ooNR05zKT-i3hS-MvKd8hslgf9dA2vP9W9ENSE1I/s320/179.JPG" /></a><br />Waiting for the tractor ride back. Samson was pretty hot and sweaty!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUCsEQGLSuGamCGkPUoar2I9BxdoX0_5vN4iAHyKw7nDZGd7MpaywO5KWSrLE4JyuT_y1XzGUAzDouxYD6jZ5nC0zY67zVi27kgNylp0MAZ68ImpdomQm7aNDol8OKijGku61uA7enmQ/s1600/206.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511035095041112786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUCsEQGLSuGamCGkPUoar2I9BxdoX0_5vN4iAHyKw7nDZGd7MpaywO5KWSrLE4JyuT_y1XzGUAzDouxYD6jZ5nC0zY67zVi27kgNylp0MAZ68ImpdomQm7aNDol8OKijGku61uA7enmQ/s320/206.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Nothing like a Mexican coke to cool you off afterwards. Josiah gave him that. What are dads for?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Lkd5djuHo_6zsy8kt_lhqCQRNY3218kbdDf44qHTWWQvcUXB1O_sOE1clJ2MTgLEVDzuwpK0u_5ZzhxuXh2t9EMxdfeg1kJEzmhOO8JREnvGw5PdY8TQsP8jhBfoh4t5c5aRWQxqAss/s1600/208.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511032236855838466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Lkd5djuHo_6zsy8kt_lhqCQRNY3218kbdDf44qHTWWQvcUXB1O_sOE1clJ2MTgLEVDzuwpK0u_5ZzhxuXh2t9EMxdfeg1kJEzmhOO8JREnvGw5PdY8TQsP8jhBfoh4t5c5aRWQxqAss/s320/208.JPG" /></a></div><div>"What Mom? Nothing to see here..."</div><div></div><div>Last night 5 months of training culminated in a race of epic proportions!! Just dramatizing it a bit. Me and 3 other girls from our ward did the Modesto Midnight 1/2 marathon. It was ok, but I was looking forward to more swag. We got tiny bags of chips at the end, and 1/2 bananas. I really needed that free massage like after the tri 4 fun. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiT5BOpBOS8ML1E6Mz17O6jMg6ywjmfWL-ZK1Lb6vEHGYISIhlHFIY1UOP37Y1ZUf6Bb0Y8jZBtSvHZixANL98sEaj3HTxXPP4u0K1L0ApTyNnSDwiBx8rKTunVfEsiDgePDsQE6K31k/s1600/254.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511032268930633618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiT5BOpBOS8ML1E6Mz17O6jMg6ywjmfWL-ZK1Lb6vEHGYISIhlHFIY1UOP37Y1ZUf6Bb0Y8jZBtSvHZixANL98sEaj3HTxXPP4u0K1L0ApTyNnSDwiBx8rKTunVfEsiDgePDsQE6K31k/s320/254.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Pre race... Me, Liz, Kim, and Tara.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqCb9rrys5IwX0F1jML3aHT957-M-d0X9yOSV056D8AWlbYnHMrq0HPYuFEXe1wnnSt5RSRGtiikrkI5X7lVq-D8IOtmlqi-NwRySXIH1jnlNHmqjYNYmBaE_51vIont9X53vQ9CQU8o/s1600/250.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511032260218062034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqCb9rrys5IwX0F1jML3aHT957-M-d0X9yOSV056D8AWlbYnHMrq0HPYuFEXe1wnnSt5RSRGtiikrkI5X7lVq-D8IOtmlqi-NwRySXIH1jnlNHmqjYNYmBaE_51vIont9X53vQ9CQU8o/s320/250.JPG" /></a><br />MINE!!! Liz started us out quick, and I couldn't let her beat me, so I had to keep up. And then about halfway through, I abandoned them at a water stop. I rocked it out at 2 hours, 4 minutes, and 59 seconds. About 15 minutes faster than I had anticipated!! Kim came in 2 minutes behind me, and then Liz, and then Tara rocked it out just behind her! We totally represented for our morning jogging group. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-34351232873786872032010-06-20T19:03:00.000-07:002010-06-20T19:38:44.555-07:00pics from the road... and more...Josiah and I went to Oregon for Memorial Day weekend. Here are some pics...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1UVnlcDL8prQIVNiqRuwHYBhV06UQHlk8eqiK2Gouoqnb6TC9wHjIlmyKSicFNetHBbRRtM576__4nYisIZCrta8mCfXItsHU25ekIbPOo7pTDu0nEGg2On58aFgDIR5od9oSABQ258g/s1600/127.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485047362757518962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1UVnlcDL8prQIVNiqRuwHYBhV06UQHlk8eqiK2Gouoqnb6TC9wHjIlmyKSicFNetHBbRRtM576__4nYisIZCrta8mCfXItsHU25ekIbPOo7pTDu0nEGg2On58aFgDIR5od9oSABQ258g/s320/127.JPG" /></a><br />First we stopped by his parents' house for a night. We got to see everyone, but only took a few pics...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBAE2GOF-_Z2SzcWyJMRwe6lvbsghj5i8Abk4mMDzTC3isUFY4SkmgbBouf2cu1PDa1l4rbu3SV7uaDNTjaBrw8URD34UGh1UW2QJlGUb2WBPRNaFb7OgtDIpPyb5EMCIAFEOA0JDKtdk/s1600/228.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485042959914008210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBAE2GOF-_Z2SzcWyJMRwe6lvbsghj5i8Abk4mMDzTC3isUFY4SkmgbBouf2cu1PDa1l4rbu3SV7uaDNTjaBrw8URD34UGh1UW2QJlGUb2WBPRNaFb7OgtDIpPyb5EMCIAFEOA0JDKtdk/s320/228.JPG" /></a><br />Then we went up to Corvallis for Graham's blessing. He's the far right infant child. These are the first pictures with all of the Gonzalez grandkids. Notice there are 5 since Zeke. Lincoln, Henry, and Miles are the oldest, then a 2 year gap, then Zeke, Paolo, June, Samson, and then Graham. All within 2 years!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlnVQk7ZTA9EgXs4u77I2lNQen9tOrAJB2FtSHOuV0Ttdp0qd8wWw_JQX4gmaSoMwFfi191FpceJp9UFQsGivS3mZmkbGAupJ_MM0j7sBmm0sYMpk5n23LMQMdXcjDnWy2t5ssEjWrX7w/s1600/230.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485042975920596802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlnVQk7ZTA9EgXs4u77I2lNQen9tOrAJB2FtSHOuV0Ttdp0qd8wWw_JQX4gmaSoMwFfi191FpceJp9UFQsGivS3mZmkbGAupJ_MM0j7sBmm0sYMpk5n23LMQMdXcjDnWy2t5ssEjWrX7w/s320/230.JPG" /></a><br />Not real fun getting 8 babies to pose happily!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguPoQ1xhbdmeafHgGhFAhWaElm5JRa1tduoLqf2fPo_jWVxvRDfFXr5GZaAQkf_MV5-_SCjulgMuTEtPjIpez5jhex7eTWdli5hsnBF3WtIqr6BXMU4zmHH0DcMJ-GuDfmFutBvMPnWo/s1600/274.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485043006498180642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguPoQ1xhbdmeafHgGhFAhWaElm5JRa1tduoLqf2fPo_jWVxvRDfFXr5GZaAQkf_MV5-_SCjulgMuTEtPjIpez5jhex7eTWdli5hsnBF3WtIqr6BXMU4zmHH0DcMJ-GuDfmFutBvMPnWo/s320/274.JPG" /></a><br />Just a super cute pic of my sweet nephew!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuE9cjhxOqrldC338mc82hnTmoIq_oZyBHho7CIw-FyfuE93csAiRLOLguuue9FuNthmbmH0VVYzIz83p4ztNHmPo0CN1LBOXJ5-Ym5V1deH_FL9UqEA2dsCoWm2U37GtfW1SKbedEEwk/s1600/287.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485043034068845426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuE9cjhxOqrldC338mc82hnTmoIq_oZyBHho7CIw-FyfuE93csAiRLOLguuue9FuNthmbmH0VVYzIz83p4ztNHmPo0CN1LBOXJ5-Ym5V1deH_FL9UqEA2dsCoWm2U37GtfW1SKbedEEwk/s320/287.JPG" /></a><br />Mommy and Samson: 6 months.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOHJLmdm7-Zhya6bdH1DLkn53yWhI70hElT36Ta8pGw3jhL18xKkzKHIDC8HBYSIBPbqBJLx27n8qsfFKHVVrbW_sKWpfbHycMUmCtHMHoSCu4_efFI2BoVCUQZaDIA-jDgqXkrw4SGWw/s1600/428.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485045761850531346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOHJLmdm7-Zhya6bdH1DLkn53yWhI70hElT36Ta8pGw3jhL18xKkzKHIDC8HBYSIBPbqBJLx27n8qsfFKHVVrbW_sKWpfbHycMUmCtHMHoSCu4_efFI2BoVCUQZaDIA-jDgqXkrw4SGWw/s320/428.JPG" /></a><br />Zeke is constantly taking off his diaper. He didnt even poop this time, he just felt like sleeping with a breeze! I snuck it back on stealthily and didn't even wake him up!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuh_Fmo12_oqmhDC-cJzHqmxu7Nme5mWCk16Dw9KnRKZyoSD8ZtaXWw6Q2y21BK_3QqdVCPft3usbp_BWoLPN9gqeZ12VztzYYoZ_-214Gn6yaJn7YFZtUVazlcVPzsR6g-V714kZsw8/s1600/420.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485045748595868354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuh_Fmo12_oqmhDC-cJzHqmxu7Nme5mWCk16Dw9KnRKZyoSD8ZtaXWw6Q2y21BK_3QqdVCPft3usbp_BWoLPN9gqeZ12VztzYYoZ_-214Gn6yaJn7YFZtUVazlcVPzsR6g-V714kZsw8/s320/420.JPG" /></a><br />Last weekend we went camping at New Hogan Lake. It was so fun. Our friends the Bybee's came with us last minute and spent a night. We actually only made it one night too. Zeke had fun getting dirty though!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC7UPZdkFXXk9JKiBgqckhqbRrPOwCswHKWCHEaaURfNon8I-JrRCInw9a6ORMaVDVGN42oqhsuDUpADsKrHqPHKS0KD7EZWcKhyphenhyphenKx7N0txMiKRFG-M5lHumSY5-YgDwBX2bwsqHLWTEE/s1600/411.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485045740239933922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC7UPZdkFXXk9JKiBgqckhqbRrPOwCswHKWCHEaaURfNon8I-JrRCInw9a6ORMaVDVGN42oqhsuDUpADsKrHqPHKS0KD7EZWcKhyphenhyphenKx7N0txMiKRFG-M5lHumSY5-YgDwBX2bwsqHLWTEE/s320/411.JPG" /></a><br />Samson and Mama swimming!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgHdYgxiGbKKb3oUY4xXQEbFB41aP-o_yWPmMYSvwIjssYzjXgyK3mU29dGvvDwnv0f2qn1H69BtW6qa_rjvICucvUo9lez8YLUyhjwllQIAnrsS6q6S-YmwImxLLKAzND6SnziLSvPmo/s1600/373.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485045727622652178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgHdYgxiGbKKb3oUY4xXQEbFB41aP-o_yWPmMYSvwIjssYzjXgyK3mU29dGvvDwnv0f2qn1H69BtW6qa_rjvICucvUo9lez8YLUyhjwllQIAnrsS6q6S-YmwImxLLKAzND6SnziLSvPmo/s320/373.JPG" /></a><br />The trusty green stroller. Chillin with Reginald.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XwP7UisObfhg74P4HHe8iz-nHawNbSjXnSXN_bCEE09ZLs6Z8lUIPPJOsSFIwkUSlHEs1KjKlHleAusN3_sgp8c2ONlmXAyCKAiFmLcxcpktR3Zop77hVPuG3AvxwnLYfiKLlnlEAbE/s1600/370.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485045720238845266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XwP7UisObfhg74P4HHe8iz-nHawNbSjXnSXN_bCEE09ZLs6Z8lUIPPJOsSFIwkUSlHEs1KjKlHleAusN3_sgp8c2ONlmXAyCKAiFmLcxcpktR3Zop77hVPuG3AvxwnLYfiKLlnlEAbE/s320/370.JPG" /></a><br />Not sure why he's crying, but I love this picture!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6z04Jqzcc0mJ_eQNGNE9GHUEvg7fh_Ov8Q5EmCCG029ED641HO7GNihaKfsTQgxuJcH13GyetbcBx0nkWkWBwBsSD9Cp-A3E-VRd9lBfGEgX6wFkB0OW6aW24OQb51Yjined608MlC2U/s1600/324.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485044437634748690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6z04Jqzcc0mJ_eQNGNE9GHUEvg7fh_Ov8Q5EmCCG029ED641HO7GNihaKfsTQgxuJcH13GyetbcBx0nkWkWBwBsSD9Cp-A3E-VRd9lBfGEgX6wFkB0OW6aW24OQb51Yjined608MlC2U/s320/324.JPG" /></a><br />Every automobile is "Daa tuck" That's Daddy's truck.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_75Z7DjRBRE6j1zLlmGomk5kYShKeShTMZFQZk0B9we6vd5whjy67Q-pLxGP-c4a0lNrfqjAVec59QB1aOkAE9lQ0dHEnFMEDjWdIj3D0fUPae0iaYId0OZhHGwhX23gMVfezBGq0ds/s1600/322.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485044415755942786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_75Z7DjRBRE6j1zLlmGomk5kYShKeShTMZFQZk0B9we6vd5whjy67Q-pLxGP-c4a0lNrfqjAVec59QB1aOkAE9lQ0dHEnFMEDjWdIj3D0fUPae0iaYId0OZhHGwhX23gMVfezBGq0ds/s320/322.JPG" /></a><br />Relaxin in the packnplay. Being good. So far...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbajvUDviu5CIYcGPQh4CGdSpLO6DPpj_xIMAJvp-GUSDeIirH-zWvZovnwkV5_eaMCtaGEDURpb5Tm8EpPM19Vr-skfokQ2_6VhV3TY_Po5cOljWt0szNaXw8x7H-Qmde8OVfURcsDlA/s1600/320.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485044399247111058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbajvUDviu5CIYcGPQh4CGdSpLO6DPpj_xIMAJvp-GUSDeIirH-zWvZovnwkV5_eaMCtaGEDURpb5Tm8EpPM19Vr-skfokQ2_6VhV3TY_Po5cOljWt0szNaXw8x7H-Qmde8OVfURcsDlA/s320/320.JPG" /></a><br />Just enjoying the sunset.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNLRDl-rYBbzrshletjc2hyphenhypheneZfxn8wd8h5hGDOIrLsxmHgqTK8iqZHkshROTTcYo5o4gI44LEjycR7Hnv-ewAMIuwjHaiPdYvhhH5txJR_y2JPqVbHmCmaK80h8sK5Ly5lL7gUwmjEfM/s1600/319.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485044386893195746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNLRDl-rYBbzrshletjc2hyphenhypheneZfxn8wd8h5hGDOIrLsxmHgqTK8iqZHkshROTTcYo5o4gI44LEjycR7Hnv-ewAMIuwjHaiPdYvhhH5txJR_y2JPqVbHmCmaK80h8sK5Ly5lL7gUwmjEfM/s320/319.JPG" /></a><br />This is Ike. Every baby has to get in Reggie's crate at some point. They are just drawn!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTWV9ihjoVhZU2EIb4-JwTGnlYHysZanChxFT0MDwDdZ01-hDZY7pn2MXd84_vPgHhyFkjm-qUIR2n1McxTYDfsjTye2pkGiTF9MyCZOYJK35nTfW2nYSs_TRkqDfjVJSAuqWC3qMRSwQ/s1600/304.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485044381427319442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTWV9ihjoVhZU2EIb4-JwTGnlYHysZanChxFT0MDwDdZ01-hDZY7pn2MXd84_vPgHhyFkjm-qUIR2n1McxTYDfsjTye2pkGiTF9MyCZOYJK35nTfW2nYSs_TRkqDfjVJSAuqWC3qMRSwQ/s320/304.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Pool day! This one is Harmony's going away party. WE MISS YOU HARM! Notice Zeke with his ladies Ava and Jillian. As I'm posting this he's screaming for Ava.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKg9KYEtHjkPIGMNhORMpWsQ061vt2n6oKkZwwQGgKxfTBHxSc8xtZDQLRwZdux8CELbTzKVuJgkKbCyFfqkE_kP-pxoDxLaf0_PS_BHaE54O_2Akn_ey9WuabKvE_jLbPrgSb0fsEsTk/s1600/293.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485043055694168402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKg9KYEtHjkPIGMNhORMpWsQ061vt2n6oKkZwwQGgKxfTBHxSc8xtZDQLRwZdux8CELbTzKVuJgkKbCyFfqkE_kP-pxoDxLaf0_PS_BHaE54O_2Akn_ey9WuabKvE_jLbPrgSb0fsEsTk/s320/293.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div>Just taking a dip. More pool days to come!</div><div> </div><div>Sorry this post is so scattered. I had 300 new pics on my camera from the last month! Hard to focus with 2 annoying (and adorable) babies!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-57765870305533878002010-06-15T21:08:00.000-07:002010-06-15T21:22:22.416-07:00He's a mover!In the past week, Samson has gone from an easy, mostly stationary baby, to a mover and a shaker! He's getting into all sorts of trouble, and my job has just gotten much harder. Exhibit A:<br /><br /><p></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxAU-KLrUEy3eaXeh6ebAgKlcxn2vCadibK1Bq9q7BVhxQ5FQ2G-74HE7DXfNRhWNv5p9mUpAtxSkK_oOx-1A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-13278360658344422492010-05-25T22:03:00.000-07:002010-05-25T22:29:56.479-07:00WORST. BLOGGER. EVER!!!When I began this whole blogging thing, I LOVED it because it forced me to take pictures. Whenever Zeke would do something cute, or we had a family event, I would whip out my little camera and snap a sweet shot. Well, then Josiah bought me a nicer (bigger) camera, and now I have 2 kids, and so I take fewer pictures, I dont' post them, and I'm not really doing anything exciting anymore. Oh, and I end up taking pictures on my phone and just posting them on Facebook. I think my facebook is pretty open, so just check that out. Here are a few (not so) recent pics...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyvvP_C462LHhDARPLqcEPWo-YlYP5s96Pccq6CpA71SAWChFdPpbTTNuMEJaU7vKF_h-owi5JkIdPyNv72JvXFLvmpaFjrveCocl-VLUIuIYgsFvZXM3etv-TD2lAYR2rYD542KA1cU/s1600/079.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475443942788369554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyvvP_C462LHhDARPLqcEPWo-YlYP5s96Pccq6CpA71SAWChFdPpbTTNuMEJaU7vKF_h-owi5JkIdPyNv72JvXFLvmpaFjrveCocl-VLUIuIYgsFvZXM3etv-TD2lAYR2rYD542KA1cU/s320/079.JPG" /></a><br />Zeke went to a friend's birthday party. They had cake with chocolate frosting, and a pinata. He didn't eat lunch that day. He just wandered around eating all the other kid's left over cake and stray candies. I'm pretty sure this onesie is sufficiently ruined!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs-tWwf44qLZ4u7Mwvp6uu9JbmbTdd2qBltF5rkx-7udETbAEri4eyIXkvAuTaCLa7gCRfglrzGjHcbQXBLqDUADwbPxpqiJJwFPmxLo8kgCm0ymAB1nACIa-uvpJ_iuEmW4b1V-6Opzc/s1600/071.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475443934187882386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs-tWwf44qLZ4u7Mwvp6uu9JbmbTdd2qBltF5rkx-7udETbAEri4eyIXkvAuTaCLa7gCRfglrzGjHcbQXBLqDUADwbPxpqiJJwFPmxLo8kgCm0ymAB1nACIa-uvpJ_iuEmW4b1V-6Opzc/s320/071.JPG" /></a><br />His new thing is to change is own poops. We're going to Oregon for Memorial day weekend, and when we get home, it's bye bye diapers. I don't want to potty train, because I don't want to deal with accidents, but smeared poo all over the crib was the last straw. It's like 3 strikes, and he's out. This is his second strike. He was watching cartoons and I had to go take a QUICK body shower one morning. Seriously, 5 minutes later, I got out of the shower, and he was missing. He had let himself out the back door to hang out with Reggie. Apparently he pooped, and then proceeded to take off the poopy diaper. The worst part was, there was no turd anywhere! Pretty sure Reggie ate it. He has a thing for crap diapers. I have found about 4 of them torn up with turds missing. I HATE MY DOG LATELY!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdAdabqCP2JSnt12FPrT4y9VsvYtdB-vuF5q-d1REaD_6ZfemxerLFfSMC7P0zM0if7e_hx8BZIbe8MEPRpSz6RxdJjKtJRI1ZmWgLbkEp_x1WxBEzEqEgrc_L-nSQqffGs0qtB7j0Kd0/s1600/058.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475443927282019570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdAdabqCP2JSnt12FPrT4y9VsvYtdB-vuF5q-d1REaD_6ZfemxerLFfSMC7P0zM0if7e_hx8BZIbe8MEPRpSz6RxdJjKtJRI1ZmWgLbkEp_x1WxBEzEqEgrc_L-nSQqffGs0qtB7j0Kd0/s320/058.JPG" /></a><br />Speaking of eating, since this one is 6 months now, I decided to FINALLY tackle solids. I had tried rice cereal a few times, but it was just TORTURE! Zeke was SO easy. He was practically grabbing at my food, and just swallowed food perfectly from the first bite. Samson on the other hand SUCKED! I would try and feed him, and he would gag, spit everything out, and then once I finally got like a tablespoon down, he would spit it up. This week, we finally got it down. Once he did rice cereal for a couple of days, we started adding veggies! No fruits yet, but he is doing MUCH better!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirahgoOBgliijFpfw7flffUfNRqWgc9bi3YDpOJMyCQ0t6U5xh0KsuY4Wmu3KWHxZAIFzJn_8NN8gucuczC715ais4E0Ta_kCRyuWh1R-L0QvQXNJvxn3qVb3IonzLMvt8-OMIQd7cpbA/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475443916681989506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirahgoOBgliijFpfw7flffUfNRqWgc9bi3YDpOJMyCQ0t6U5xh0KsuY4Wmu3KWHxZAIFzJn_8NN8gucuczC715ais4E0Ta_kCRyuWh1R-L0QvQXNJvxn3qVb3IonzLMvt8-OMIQd7cpbA/s320/035.JPG" /></a><br />This is just his 5 month picture. I still have to take his 6 month shot. I took one today, but Zeke was attacking us, so none turned out.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHb5xzktmSURG-afzI2naMzOB9eWXeNO14BgDDD5MUSPhXNjvjdA6EyTkQcsWBz8kpl6QSZOVfP-XqopdAiMQF76SBoUarZSKhOgbm6CxdkTFFEVmDbfOVuEQXkuW4vNFOyreMY38v6Y/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475443909886464786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHb5xzktmSURG-afzI2naMzOB9eWXeNO14BgDDD5MUSPhXNjvjdA6EyTkQcsWBz8kpl6QSZOVfP-XqopdAiMQF76SBoUarZSKhOgbm6CxdkTFFEVmDbfOVuEQXkuW4vNFOyreMY38v6Y/s320/019.JPG" /></a><br />First bath together. Samson LOVED it! This is the ONLY time he enjoyed the bumbo, and we ended up getting rid of it, but for this one moment, he was having a good time. And apparently Zekels was too!Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-9723910989988104412010-04-06T16:11:00.000-07:002010-04-06T16:29:15.549-07:00Let's go to the ZOO!<div align="center"> Lindsey needed to come out to Sacramento, so we decided to have a fun day at the zoo. It really wasn't as much fun as fairytale town, but we still had a pretty fun day.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8x6PDpqXeRvHf_ujxOoYShifjJk2lfClwAPmqufN28B8W0y5YAUkpuzPza1scgazUB2jlgNp6uj4z-bvUDb4Yb6y9tmTU55_kMsGnyAwV_Pc8kVYroHkn-Y_fj4Na5EDHLuRIf9B3SY/s1600/093.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457168815908871250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8x6PDpqXeRvHf_ujxOoYShifjJk2lfClwAPmqufN28B8W0y5YAUkpuzPza1scgazUB2jlgNp6uj4z-bvUDb4Yb6y9tmTU55_kMsGnyAwV_Pc8kVYroHkn-Y_fj4Na5EDHLuRIf9B3SY/s320/093.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">The boys and Lindsey eating lunch...</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeqNJNHNcjmfBNEiAQy3tGg1N8m5zEectZCzqAJoueQNWkHjuZuj1JRw4rv2lj6zpuAmQNGBBGTVOSRZsuw9HvIcDDbk1ExCgtmdmd-ghRGrLXPmJTBqvHlgVShuGDiyrMq3DxIadBTxk/s1600/096.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457168821097466466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeqNJNHNcjmfBNEiAQy3tGg1N8m5zEectZCzqAJoueQNWkHjuZuj1JRw4rv2lj6zpuAmQNGBBGTVOSRZsuw9HvIcDDbk1ExCgtmdmd-ghRGrLXPmJTBqvHlgVShuGDiyrMq3DxIadBTxk/s320/096.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Zeke and Mommy</div><div align="center"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiks7wa2iPjOcNAI1CSkC3SF3H9Gh5dp7w-iqZ76OThaqafclpUK40X81fANtucqM4NlMoJTJMPkwqRwrAu7GEc6jzfvvHf0RE8cwqVFGy1xNifvzONuUzQqAOrCx4O_G3JQ_HtPEAlO6M/s1600/098.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457168833433122594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiks7wa2iPjOcNAI1CSkC3SF3H9Gh5dp7w-iqZ76OThaqafclpUK40X81fANtucqM4NlMoJTJMPkwqRwrAu7GEc6jzfvvHf0RE8cwqVFGy1xNifvzONuUzQqAOrCx4O_G3JQ_HtPEAlO6M/s320/098.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Zeke got a little too tired to walk, and Samson was sound asleep, so I picked up my toddler, and put him in the baby bjorn! It says 25 lb max, and Zeke is only 24 lbs, so we're good. It only looked a tiny bit silly!<br /></div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-30035905224558607422010-04-06T15:36:00.001-07:002010-04-06T16:10:33.192-07:00Oregon or BUST!<div align="center">I don't even know what that means, I just know I went to Oregon last month, and I haven't blogged about it yet. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457157996193939586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJ6KWmfTJEuV82mWmZransyfNvgSvlF_vfQSAQul90Y4ddGmc9DVXO4Ho6gBAW6hJ6C7ckLpEtsSDvW4fb0_KWTxy6aJDm7f-cCQKNkBso4Rw5F-3GMf0ZnKfyEnz9NyxpQzXA-Lmysw/s320/028.JPG" /> </div><div align="center">My volvo seats 7, and we had 6! 2 mommies, 2 infant seats, and 2 toddlers way there in the back! Plus all of our gear. It was a little intense! We couldn't open the back hatch until we got there, and we had bags stuffed in every open inch. No shopping in Oregon. It was a pretty peaceful drive though, and the babies didn't start melting down until after Eugene, so we were only about 30 min. away.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlo41PaZR2AzzEvZd44zIlm-Bvdwk_ksU_uUfQTzMu0KzjPGqEuniIMlLDuMm8Powo9XAK5Bu_zn1sZdObrTcnS78h7dmc-T9uXhZAOwlYPZIDv77KiX3A_QMN6r71GfEulRrfJa9iKyA/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457159534565710898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlo41PaZR2AzzEvZd44zIlm-Bvdwk_ksU_uUfQTzMu0KzjPGqEuniIMlLDuMm8Powo9XAK5Bu_zn1sZdObrTcnS78h7dmc-T9uXhZAOwlYPZIDv77KiX3A_QMN6r71GfEulRrfJa9iKyA/s320/043.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">The first day we were there, we went to Nana's house! It was pretty fun. Heather and Isabel came down to visit, which Zeke LOVED!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyaG659O3tFON9aqKfpR4QxYwfJMtU3PtEB7jlxG51Eq2d2TkgLlHK9r8c45Io9SApC4qCTdHfIbwBeJo5h_WdDPOqbdtiOKgleYWgu-uB5fVqPTgdpNnMz54B4IubcxbR5vK5lxDliYw/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457159519183770002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyaG659O3tFON9aqKfpR4QxYwfJMtU3PtEB7jlxG51Eq2d2TkgLlHK9r8c45Io9SApC4qCTdHfIbwBeJo5h_WdDPOqbdtiOKgleYWgu-uB5fVqPTgdpNnMz54B4IubcxbR5vK5lxDliYw/s320/040.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Zeke and Isabel having a snack...</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBl_gKDp18IeB-8emMRZBse42nqHNRSSZC5ID-rj_ItM6eYKAGSIgfjZZn2-FJuWBt_X81rrB9C6oWjlSUl_6ZzPGAj34Et8DDm4fh29ToKfSC3xn0jW37keIkM3PT9U7D_DwQVGJKsw/s1600/053.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457159545310925682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBl_gKDp18IeB-8emMRZBse42nqHNRSSZC5ID-rj_ItM6eYKAGSIgfjZZn2-FJuWBt_X81rrB9C6oWjlSUl_6ZzPGAj34Et8DDm4fh29ToKfSC3xn0jW37keIkM3PT9U7D_DwQVGJKsw/s320/053.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Playing hide and seek...</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOpV7azqvW4DuPYzZQxcx-5N_Yi1dDaO_coE-Trr7beYe18Z1hdWd9wN6lq0bHsm6bQ2d94ODzopg_YCiVvSeaP2WyeRBqhymhNrFZiNtqnGJNdjoLr3kLQViOsgF19SsN0TXOPdy3mPE/s1600/061.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457159566579305618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOpV7azqvW4DuPYzZQxcx-5N_Yi1dDaO_coE-Trr7beYe18Z1hdWd9wN6lq0bHsm6bQ2d94ODzopg_YCiVvSeaP2WyeRBqhymhNrFZiNtqnGJNdjoLr3kLQViOsgF19SsN0TXOPdy3mPE/s320/061.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Watching a movie...</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQDvuCezX2X5wHRq1wZ3f3LXEPiPS-dYm3FrPv4VSb3dFM7PdPoV9kWK2-2Ezi1ffxUrETSVBW7yW4reVtXUPCsuqz_UgRX7wKWO_2pSkB_QsDyVLdrkCH8ZfV0O4N-8auGjI_wMEIaA/s1600/046.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457159553660455282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQDvuCezX2X5wHRq1wZ3f3LXEPiPS-dYm3FrPv4VSb3dFM7PdPoV9kWK2-2Ezi1ffxUrETSVBW7yW4reVtXUPCsuqz_UgRX7wKWO_2pSkB_QsDyVLdrkCH8ZfV0O4N-8auGjI_wMEIaA/s320/046.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">And making dinner. That's Isabel's chef's hat. Too cute!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbthQsWn0U-FU0qc9q_gqh3Wj-mFRvWSjUQ_sLMa9jKAB_CX7xZpUTofx26zM4IIYgVx6_BQbFFTXf4Gnrig4-aPNZ7f4it-YsAsAS_41R6NksPCCcjQWrpwwYo9c6kFqvgUwXCrJYsjI/s1600/067.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457161340068302114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbthQsWn0U-FU0qc9q_gqh3Wj-mFRvWSjUQ_sLMa9jKAB_CX7xZpUTofx26zM4IIYgVx6_BQbFFTXf4Gnrig4-aPNZ7f4it-YsAsAS_41R6NksPCCcjQWrpwwYo9c6kFqvgUwXCrJYsjI/s320/067.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Zeke loves having kids around. I'm glad I popped another one out quickly so he'll have someone to play with!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilqUBhkVIkt2okGatvnqEESDp-KQvEecjUleoGIX2wwXLs1NI4tvK9rvJSL3YW7cW82ey8wArBZAzsFBHi5K_qPu1t7vtIJk6Sp81aeZXcOdSiEyJrFgA6fJETmnhkEla732GKJ6-2gGc/s1600/090.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457161376917975842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilqUBhkVIkt2okGatvnqEESDp-KQvEecjUleoGIX2wwXLs1NI4tvK9rvJSL3YW7cW82ey8wArBZAzsFBHi5K_qPu1t7vtIJk6Sp81aeZXcOdSiEyJrFgA6fJETmnhkEla732GKJ6-2gGc/s320/090.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Here's Zeke eating lunch at the table like a big boy for the first time.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQHxQzZlbWh7-v8plZEi_zI7ZGU0KmD4-KDuKPwwPiydh0ZMrlTcurPGFGQ3kxppvyUaBkB_2wOdbq7hyxnTXUH_jwlXcHid3z3c_4jUJ8HDetJOeDbMDMm-83qidVGNRjuqvDoreuFUM/s1600/084.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457161371774656434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQHxQzZlbWh7-v8plZEi_zI7ZGU0KmD4-KDuKPwwPiydh0ZMrlTcurPGFGQ3kxppvyUaBkB_2wOdbq7hyxnTXUH_jwlXcHid3z3c_4jUJ8HDetJOeDbMDMm-83qidVGNRjuqvDoreuFUM/s320/084.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">He was a little sick during conference on Sunday. He has never taken a nap on the couch until that day! He even layed back down and snuggled with me, and then Josiah too! Poor boy. Why do they only snuggle when they're sick!?<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH7FlsS95KV3mPCeT7OL8hvh6xGxfrSqMUmjQ-dUMctaz3mRXIcDTbDbTu9BXZAHj7YGCbHR2WvAllhRkJ2cCZSh0igLDxNaVIpw-f487m2spO22-Fj7SBWwDVOwfckqv5fdl3IPN0xy4/s1600/075.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457161326868603970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH7FlsS95KV3mPCeT7OL8hvh6xGxfrSqMUmjQ-dUMctaz3mRXIcDTbDbTu9BXZAHj7YGCbHR2WvAllhRkJ2cCZSh0igLDxNaVIpw-f487m2spO22-Fj7SBWwDVOwfckqv5fdl3IPN0xy4/s320/075.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Samson is 4 months!!! This picture was taken a little late because we were in Oregon on his 4 month day.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaY3cl2P1A3ZGk0bNMWvd03Xqn2SBJx4AAQgZVsnlpPXJvrt00VL3boButAFcm6yTKyzzzMQ9tQ3vSXRmora0nfBtD3l_j1zhCFxMzuSvosAVdxdy6g1HVz7SBsbrOHzXEeOCj1HiP3OI/s1600/080.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457161355373429474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaY3cl2P1A3ZGk0bNMWvd03Xqn2SBJx4AAQgZVsnlpPXJvrt00VL3boButAFcm6yTKyzzzMQ9tQ3vSXRmora0nfBtD3l_j1zhCFxMzuSvosAVdxdy6g1HVz7SBsbrOHzXEeOCj1HiP3OI/s320/080.JPG" /></a><br />Zeke doesn't let me just take a picture of Samson for long! It's cool, the camera loves him!</div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-5808266344014720112010-03-20T14:25:00.000-07:002010-03-20T15:31:03.114-07:00Fairytale Town<div align="center">Friday, we knew it was supposed to be nice weather, so we "mommies" planned a day at Fairytale Town. It's a little park for kids across from the zoo. I actually like it much better than the zoo for Zeke's age. There are a ton of little things to climb on, and walk around, and some farm animals to look at. It isn't very big, so they can't get too lost, and as long as it's not super busy, it's pretty pleasant. Plus, they don't care if you bring in your own food, so we can have little picnics there. It is $4 to get in, but 2 and under get in free, so I'm golden!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnvWAzU4K-XHPfo3eHUf07NoNrE40wSNHdb3e6oZMoYVhMTBAJnby62CqWQvN3rVSjFiTmVXArvvC9iECEIRkWRsTVuSvWhbDXQPW4BkV10KiFOMyhuxfm2WUdm7WErAI6U_L0_KcQTc/s1600-h/391.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450843829139602578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnvWAzU4K-XHPfo3eHUf07NoNrE40wSNHdb3e6oZMoYVhMTBAJnby62CqWQvN3rVSjFiTmVXArvvC9iECEIRkWRsTVuSvWhbDXQPW4BkV10KiFOMyhuxfm2WUdm7WErAI6U_L0_KcQTc/s320/391.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Too scared to go down the slide, so I helped. It <em>was</em> pretty fast.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZmWGKa0mDxQiAkIJTqU2Bzs98ZThfpVicv4q6WUoSoox4_ihzokEvRkK2c_mSYnFs7s4pfKDOtabO0EMrWa4PLXMWQ7lzTwyqK3DItk6mfMm6_YNBCIqD8BL7NFaCT_BXL4d0O_2TjQ/s1600-h/415.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450844990457734642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZmWGKa0mDxQiAkIJTqU2Bzs98ZThfpVicv4q6WUoSoox4_ihzokEvRkK2c_mSYnFs7s4pfKDOtabO0EMrWa4PLXMWQ7lzTwyqK3DItk6mfMm6_YNBCIqD8BL7NFaCT_BXL4d0O_2TjQ/s320/415.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Riding a horse. I tried to get him to pet a real one, but he freaked out. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTreHzPlpe9fVc60okVardMTzsezujZFIe4vXHEvJ5vfaJOlwtiBhaSiQqM52yXoXEdFalvADVEOsGzQzhdkHAoG7dkomwowGb054OeEIAlaao7dci5K1dX3vNjQJK7VQfkfJUffJaug/s1600-h/412.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450843849433214498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTreHzPlpe9fVc60okVardMTzsezujZFIe4vXHEvJ5vfaJOlwtiBhaSiQqM52yXoXEdFalvADVEOsGzQzhdkHAoG7dkomwowGb054OeEIAlaao7dci5K1dX3vNjQJK7VQfkfJUffJaug/s320/412.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">Driving Cinderella's coach. And putting the move on Ava!<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEVhBSwV8munS3BRdoAGfhXkknuNifrbp2PJ7qdjB7AN2HDA5luC4pPwpkvM1IDkpsfBXTb-rGsEbTnoN6C78NBHQma0QIHoFpkPDdZW7okHUJ7LPcJtWk1XzLxaYV_jC1hmsIG4BTms/s1600-h/402.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450843840400461954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEVhBSwV8munS3BRdoAGfhXkknuNifrbp2PJ7qdjB7AN2HDA5luC4pPwpkvM1IDkpsfBXTb-rGsEbTnoN6C78NBHQma0QIHoFpkPDdZW7okHUJ7LPcJtWk1XzLxaYV_jC1hmsIG4BTms/s320/402.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">They loved this little candlestick lamp.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvHXedbyWp3xf7rJwWfbh7MfWba95FKBn5kQhrIrA_iYm_-W0iHfc2IyborX18FwT56I4j1d0mo4l3GZ8st118EisiyDXiqRV4598unCemW6wAtHXl8UMl5SwbacuqTNw1Adur6aSUMc/s1600-h/432.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450832048106732738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvHXedbyWp3xf7rJwWfbh7MfWba95FKBn5kQhrIrA_iYm_-W0iHfc2IyborX18FwT56I4j1d0mo4l3GZ8st118EisiyDXiqRV4598unCemW6wAtHXl8UMl5SwbacuqTNw1Adur6aSUMc/s320/432.JPG" /></a><br />Zeke was a huge fan of the goats. I think it's because they were behind two layers of fencing.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkYO_GkIOO1pBVd_KHYkc-rhIAN2H-CevHRFeecYRLqOMujaIG2hySD3AjiB9V1uy1c4iqqjk7jE8eIMyfRfCluVOeOUW4k9njsUo-YMxhUD40-X1HAGCcVJqSHxRtI_N8lj9tnBBo1Ag/s1600-h/436.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450832035216883458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkYO_GkIOO1pBVd_KHYkc-rhIAN2H-CevHRFeecYRLqOMujaIG2hySD3AjiB9V1uy1c4iqqjk7jE8eIMyfRfCluVOeOUW4k9njsUo-YMxhUD40-X1HAGCcVJqSHxRtI_N8lj9tnBBo1Ag/s320/436.JPG" /></a><br />Zeke disappeared, and I panicked a little, but then I found him INSIDE the pumpkin. I didn't think he could climb inside by himself, but he liked it there.<br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2iu6JWXyu6zyyJuVLDGcsVM7CsUj4AV9qh1H3j-PR_7-yBeSrVMBO1wBmgdZiIbDALdRvOLGO0Qy0ZGr5AJVp3LYJQuU9-vSNHnOMOSSYh36PMsEG35DXFvmaRdd61HjU92za_hrz7Q/s1600-h/442.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450832022385090610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2iu6JWXyu6zyyJuVLDGcsVM7CsUj4AV9qh1H3j-PR_7-yBeSrVMBO1wBmgdZiIbDALdRvOLGO0Qy0ZGr5AJVp3LYJQuU9-vSNHnOMOSSYh36PMsEG35DXFvmaRdd61HjU92za_hrz7Q/s320/442.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">Getting brave about slides. I suppose this one isn't as scary as the shoe slide!</div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkNeVsRN-MfK1FziL0RXBnqiWpsz0_XV28L24pPFWL5SlBPOmebAipGmcKqkFjs9FqiONX0_ui3fAKNVo7Ib8aHuZKzpRY0F1cP3uWIaoAslhaa2vdjPQG4VG0Tlg16JKGj-zEfIdmI5s/s1600-h/427.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450832058490975826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkNeVsRN-MfK1FziL0RXBnqiWpsz0_XV28L24pPFWL5SlBPOmebAipGmcKqkFjs9FqiONX0_ui3fAKNVo7Ib8aHuZKzpRY0F1cP3uWIaoAslhaa2vdjPQG4VG0Tlg16JKGj-zEfIdmI5s/s320/427.JPG" /></a><br />AFTER his meltdown, Samson slept like a little angel for the rest of the day!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85ReEraTKhxjowlfv8iHEI-fmT0ggP2rxkbwz1KRiJdoxLgxlT2DAFpH207HI9BQHLv7N4J0lhDE7uWhLIhdrueG6SZY8fosH00gCxMCQh2WRju0007CYnCu8s9V3dCizOQTsJDSMKT0/s1600-h/362.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450843820973228002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85ReEraTKhxjowlfv8iHEI-fmT0ggP2rxkbwz1KRiJdoxLgxlT2DAFpH207HI9BQHLv7N4J0lhDE7uWhLIhdrueG6SZY8fosH00gCxMCQh2WRju0007CYnCu8s9V3dCizOQTsJDSMKT0/s320/362.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Brothers. I love these boys! Especially in jammies!<br /></div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-57681781289389876162010-03-17T08:13:00.001-07:002010-03-18T20:56:16.120-07:00My RING!!!<div align="center">The night of the Bachelor Finale (which was a huge disappointent in and of itself!) My friend Sis had a "Bachelor Party". We all got together and watched it at her place, and had ice cream sundaes. Before I went, I was primping, and I distinctly remember thinking to myself, self, you just need to get your phone, keys, and ring, and you'll be ready!. So I did. As soon as I got in my car to drive home after, I realized that my ring was not on my finger any more. That night I scoured my house thinking maybe I never put it on, but to no avail. I even texted Sis and asked her to look. The next day I drove back to her apartments and searched the parking lot, the walk way, and we even tore her place apart looking for it! She promised she wouldn't vacuum until I found it. I told her don't worry, I've looked EVERYWHERE and it's gone. Well, this morning, our friend Cortnie called me. Last night her baby had a blowout in his carseat. When she took it apart to wash it, a sparkly ring fell out. MY RING!!! I am so excited. It's not my original wedding ring, but Josiah bought it for me after I had Zeke, and I LOVE it! I am on cloud 9 today. And today I am taking it to get sized, because now it's way too big!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9CxDLa6kgFe00LF1xhA4Kfn7KRo_wDC0Ta77ApjPxoU9i_vRn-JG4blJNnS0uPgBvBwv9U3JFRWcSahmEk2NOUU_VXk2gq1OIhq-Xt9mSALAhhYEeqDXiVs_Fp6QgsURL867oDudl2g/s1600-h/my+ring!"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449622547789198466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9CxDLa6kgFe00LF1xhA4Kfn7KRo_wDC0Ta77ApjPxoU9i_vRn-JG4blJNnS0uPgBvBwv9U3JFRWcSahmEk2NOUU_VXk2gq1OIhq-Xt9mSALAhhYEeqDXiVs_Fp6QgsURL867oDudl2g/s320/my+ring!" /></a><br />picture taken when it still fit! </div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-38434510406115491652010-02-26T16:11:00.000-08:002010-02-26T16:39:44.232-08:00Three months!!!<div align="center">I can't even believe that this little monkey is already three months old! Samson is such a good baby (usually.) He sleeps from whenever he falls asleep at night, (usually between 7 and 9) to around 5am when Josiah leaves. He usually goes back to sleep after he eats. The worst is when he actually sleeps until 6, because he won't go back to sleep until 8, and by then Zeke is waking up. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hDzD4i-t6C8UbRzCPI0H9TGFV7VdJJYQxpSlWIhe69FXjxbjW4Qrk7xCFWytMAURU5tDHAyczqF0QF-W7xfz64IYSeQ5oBlwwaOaT2jzWRfOhkm7b1Y2WVTLR0lc-3GQiLxgpgwUnWs/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442712020751359522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hDzD4i-t6C8UbRzCPI0H9TGFV7VdJJYQxpSlWIhe69FXjxbjW4Qrk7xCFWytMAURU5tDHAyczqF0QF-W7xfz64IYSeQ5oBlwwaOaT2jzWRfOhkm7b1Y2WVTLR0lc-3GQiLxgpgwUnWs/s320/029.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">He is pretty happy, and just loves attention and faces. He likes to chat it up with me.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzH788A59NaJJ-WqMRN4-__RKSwGUSsaOOub3-BNfy_TeBlhQqW_FlKwtkA6zeF1cCYlRFtTm37eedbrPiC45bMpMhLUU6BejnrDY6evbG6oWA5IGDcRjzy3a9oz2H-JrbiyAX5Jn_30/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442712013067031698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzH788A59NaJJ-WqMRN4-__RKSwGUSsaOOub3-BNfy_TeBlhQqW_FlKwtkA6zeF1cCYlRFtTm37eedbrPiC45bMpMhLUU6BejnrDY6evbG6oWA5IGDcRjzy3a9oz2H-JrbiyAX5Jn_30/s320/028.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">Samson's a strong boy who can roll from his tummy to his back, and loves his swing (THANK GOODNESS!!!)<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgaipGlrQvHrdspfZrBuF5gF9wB1O_sLfq2pznE0qxYMTkqDk660LQ-BB5Lz2hxTwslS1MS7h13uYFhJtrQbtm6Bnb2lQTGiq6ZhueDFQESrlLRl5vc_Ppe6KIE2dRDs7iyg4TbcurKA/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442712003975819986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgaipGlrQvHrdspfZrBuF5gF9wB1O_sLfq2pznE0qxYMTkqDk660LQ-BB5Lz2hxTwslS1MS7h13uYFhJtrQbtm6Bnb2lQTGiq6ZhueDFQESrlLRl5vc_Ppe6KIE2dRDs7iyg4TbcurKA/s320/025.JPG" /></a><br />And he's very pensive.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbldeZ0O1i57UtOmj1rnjU6Bx-H8YftyPdcTiqmWSZDJ9BdM1BjAMdHcFWCWTg1XnBXc3H8oA4Gr4O5BmG4YSkxGHM70_WhZNUpeA_bpvZWTPpzyy_ayGq5AqVWrX88po1GtbD7ZONiI/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442711995702700050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbldeZ0O1i57UtOmj1rnjU6Bx-H8YftyPdcTiqmWSZDJ9BdM1BjAMdHcFWCWTg1XnBXc3H8oA4Gr4O5BmG4YSkxGHM70_WhZNUpeA_bpvZWTPpzyy_ayGq5AqVWrX88po1GtbD7ZONiI/s320/002.JPG" /></a><br />Zeke is still into shoes. Daddy was very proud of this...<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4jGjOS3KM7vmMei0ON2ytHTi-rpSAeA9fx63cWwM5leweCoJjwwf5w2Pm2Ksp5P6IQCOCITiOxty8Sm5u7A-M362ondG7vBEwN4ffHTNuy59l29MssgJe3EcPKQ8qP-anZ1vSkJteyA/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442710943870849314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4jGjOS3KM7vmMei0ON2ytHTi-rpSAeA9fx63cWwM5leweCoJjwwf5w2Pm2Ksp5P6IQCOCITiOxty8Sm5u7A-M362ondG7vBEwN4ffHTNuy59l29MssgJe3EcPKQ8qP-anZ1vSkJteyA/s320/006.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">And Zeke was stoked once they were both on! But then he walked, fell over, and threw a fit!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPSFUpGzZcrdcXVTtZFITC5CVl0iTP6ngKS0MubxdUHSdHLwDz5jVaE9dR6FcuaVzw-gTCq7XwYGvKQw9o2sI-3pxNTyCrYmrl8UekHRkY56CcTVkhhWEEwl_DMHmA5Pxu8-fZc9wcNs/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442710935451856050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPSFUpGzZcrdcXVTtZFITC5CVl0iTP6ngKS0MubxdUHSdHLwDz5jVaE9dR6FcuaVzw-gTCq7XwYGvKQw9o2sI-3pxNTyCrYmrl8UekHRkY56CcTVkhhWEEwl_DMHmA5Pxu8-fZc9wcNs/s320/010.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">Zeke found Josiah's Army hat, and put it on. He looks very handsome!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_tc5tL8m8VNeRXsiB3vQXOP2urAzFu4uzr0Feepi8qlT5PFUbWEZBBr2NMgNpllITUKt39Vj-IIJtZzjEHDJFyjRqeYVfM6lV24iXzxePrlKy_0x5PjA6hSZAjAQ4WH_L1m_mXDecoI/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442710925633102434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_tc5tL8m8VNeRXsiB3vQXOP2urAzFu4uzr0Feepi8qlT5PFUbWEZBBr2NMgNpllITUKt39Vj-IIJtZzjEHDJFyjRqeYVfM6lV24iXzxePrlKy_0x5PjA6hSZAjAQ4WH_L1m_mXDecoI/s320/018.JPG" /></a><br />The boys' first bath together. I tried to get a picture where Samson's neener wasn't showing, but check out Zekel's luscious cheeks!! He takes after his dad, not me!!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGJCCdtKYQdpAa5SCAZdFAgdUZHZ8PVSSmQYZLQZHXnSUCuJ5Brc65xO-PbuH2MLTN9uGDX5qTBrCvn_2Jd4h2FuTD-qk_aCmZiepbVXDdTIuhLjIr8AbmTtYc3u1EFoBWnrh5yfge1M/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442710919062660578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGJCCdtKYQdpAa5SCAZdFAgdUZHZ8PVSSmQYZLQZHXnSUCuJ5Brc65xO-PbuH2MLTN9uGDX5qTBrCvn_2Jd4h2FuTD-qk_aCmZiepbVXDdTIuhLjIr8AbmTtYc3u1EFoBWnrh5yfge1M/s320/041.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">This morning I couldn't find Zeke, and he was just chillin in the dry bath. It wasn't as cute when I was filling it up to bathe Samson, and he decided to jump in (just the bigger tub)with all of his clothes on and lay down. We had to leave in like 10 minutes, so I just made him sport wet jeans.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVEP9poc4zXhtpEiCMC47l6Jmw6dUxeFBWBlFZXTAilABSX6UnR4gKcSNoxVsWNPTX8fWblbdqOMNiNfYVPSqM-BEVWmwAnyNMUWdWM9o7Vwh11-NFaiJNK6hbmt-nTAS-v959NRL9rw/s1600-h/044.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442710908037970994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVEP9poc4zXhtpEiCMC47l6Jmw6dUxeFBWBlFZXTAilABSX6UnR4gKcSNoxVsWNPTX8fWblbdqOMNiNfYVPSqM-BEVWmwAnyNMUWdWM9o7Vwh11-NFaiJNK6hbmt-nTAS-v959NRL9rw/s320/044.JPG" /></a><br />My sweet cousin Tiffany sent the boys these shirts, and Samson is just big enough. I couldn't wait for them to wear them, and I wasn't disappointed. Look how cute they are!</div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-76956219852101326622010-02-16T10:26:00.000-08:002010-02-16T10:37:25.123-08:00Just some random cuteness...<div align="center">I am such a terrible blogger now. I guess it's hard to keep up when you have 2 babies. I went to Oregon a couple of weeks ago and didn't even take one picture. THAT MAKES ME SAD! Anyway, I do have a few pictures that nana and papa would probably enjoy, so here they are...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYz_aRxYix0u7HqHH3BU8HG9WNVfTDktNUNkdpN1Q27FEpXv-rcqsHhthY2fTGNuUoXzZyWp-PHVKWr7SFCtZbJS7pIYZ-qrUVC7r4fi0irgochFORgzwx7t9BAW88vdXiH57WW6GV-Q/s1600-h/055.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438910993419102450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYz_aRxYix0u7HqHH3BU8HG9WNVfTDktNUNkdpN1Q27FEpXv-rcqsHhthY2fTGNuUoXzZyWp-PHVKWr7SFCtZbJS7pIYZ-qrUVC7r4fi0irgochFORgzwx7t9BAW88vdXiH57WW6GV-Q/s320/055.JPG" /></a><br />Zeke tries to give love. Samson is just eating his nose though!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-UAMaSdjlFrT2W9_UhWuc5hq9wrSddKU8Wx0FsytRHIKCxFVKQq5phH_S5TWGwDP_ffi5VzKvKxg3XCl3OjlYt8TXcVPFCfQRT9CNfQncgdo8iQx8-j25bhkpPxlBuxoHXL4fC3wDiXg/s1600-h/043.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438910985878504338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-UAMaSdjlFrT2W9_UhWuc5hq9wrSddKU8Wx0FsytRHIKCxFVKQq5phH_S5TWGwDP_ffi5VzKvKxg3XCl3OjlYt8TXcVPFCfQRT9CNfQncgdo8iQx8-j25bhkpPxlBuxoHXL4fC3wDiXg/s320/043.JPG" /></a><br />He is getting to be such a big boy. We cut his hair short, it should grow out in time for some good easter pictures.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKwj1yOhKsnJAxueruigJPZYQclAuJqsQM_gvQy7DRB_SM8liLlFOL_5SxHvVpy4wcdAUdQBD3yYIVGajD4RjYzFZnS1Zu5C6ljczD4mlRsEetWmO0Y5pVhjHKHE_kz1th7ftilc30Sg/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438910975740715010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKwj1yOhKsnJAxueruigJPZYQclAuJqsQM_gvQy7DRB_SM8liLlFOL_5SxHvVpy4wcdAUdQBD3yYIVGajD4RjYzFZnS1Zu5C6ljczD4mlRsEetWmO0Y5pVhjHKHE_kz1th7ftilc30Sg/s320/020.JPG" /></a><br />So pensive. We're really enjoying him, and he's getting SO BIG!!! He'll be 3 months on the 24th. CRAZY!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-7Yt2uEoXS0N03_nqCUKZusioFCNPgMWM6cjypLeYUEw_TIPtOi50GmDlN_EbnAd-BpCv7RK0TaUuYQWOA-aOT0Lh2YReT7C7tBNL_Cy0cH5kH8akWTHWBKS2yJhNunjowsLODOXHZ1Y/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438910967184691218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-7Yt2uEoXS0N03_nqCUKZusioFCNPgMWM6cjypLeYUEw_TIPtOi50GmDlN_EbnAd-BpCv7RK0TaUuYQWOA-aOT0Lh2YReT7C7tBNL_Cy0cH5kH8akWTHWBKS2yJhNunjowsLODOXHZ1Y/s320/013.JPG" /></a><br />And we got a smile!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW2OCiOkfB7gn8Z6h0YoSyHQKz12rzhwHfeQeNSTKH9lsu4J-9Xz8TY4wHOGwwRuKUQBhBZLLLDV9yuFPAFax0bt9sev3k43GkeEM4oo02vaaR84scNKMouIvR4TKUqRSPqMQuAiKrrnk/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438910960961442866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW2OCiOkfB7gn8Z6h0YoSyHQKz12rzhwHfeQeNSTKH9lsu4J-9Xz8TY4wHOGwwRuKUQBhBZLLLDV9yuFPAFax0bt9sev3k43GkeEM4oo02vaaR84scNKMouIvR4TKUqRSPqMQuAiKrrnk/s320/001.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">LOVES mommy's shoes. Daddy's too, but there's nothing like a good pair of heels. </div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-17815737950652786412010-02-07T15:24:00.000-08:002010-02-07T15:28:04.629-08:00Can you still do this?<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5MGPNuSmBK0_Gk5YkHSYT3P1M_IBlWzyYV7-Cl7eODzH3ySF-kutBNyj_xYaAIptWWTrtzd5SYJrWmTAkgm86aFTdUJ7PCr8ppqD8dQhPr-JMDGF3vKdDoVCciUdmK9yQ6cGAzpENruA/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435647012198979874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5MGPNuSmBK0_Gk5YkHSYT3P1M_IBlWzyYV7-Cl7eODzH3ySF-kutBNyj_xYaAIptWWTrtzd5SYJrWmTAkgm86aFTdUJ7PCr8ppqD8dQhPr-JMDGF3vKdDoVCciUdmK9yQ6cGAzpENruA/s320/008.JPG" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">How do kids have the crazy ability to rack out anywhere? I found Zeke in his booster chair like this the other day. I left him for like 20 minutes while I was feeding Samson and checking my email. I could hear him whining, and then he would be quiet, which is normal for when he's eating something that he doesn't like. I wanted him to finish his lunch, so I just ignored the whines. I kinda felt guilty when I saw him dozing. Poor kid, he just wanted his bed!</div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-34379920748994562652010-01-20T06:01:00.000-08:002010-01-20T06:11:56.971-08:00Jealous much?<div align="center">Or just having fun? Yesterday, Zeke came up to me totally whining because he couldn't get these pants on over his jeans. So I took his jeans off and helped him out. Looking good baby. These are Samson's! Size 3mos! Oh, and Samson's hat too.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Df6PwQCc_Oc0mcuEBeC9ElQoMbQJdx0QXevaUQKx4KdFvnTihYhH-5lAi0jY4nhRBgq5puxnVll9GLnWsgg_09EXsYBB1jTL0cJBIc6uBPJ5qWfE1UlZj3zFhu4Ddg-cvaTVwirXUgo/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428823167846806738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Df6PwQCc_Oc0mcuEBeC9ElQoMbQJdx0QXevaUQKx4KdFvnTihYhH-5lAi0jY4nhRBgq5puxnVll9GLnWsgg_09EXsYBB1jTL0cJBIc6uBPJ5qWfE1UlZj3zFhu4Ddg-cvaTVwirXUgo/s320/011.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p_QVz1NdpHN02YE94B29W1brLDTDsqNXRg39xkQf1z7G3MjiDZiadx4cCvmOP-G5XZNyKeawZigZx1m5XdjpDbncKN-sYnD-_NfUvw2bm9mh3dVBqw6MrCRlw4MdNe1G1ZBSPix1mOQ/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428823177269562242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p_QVz1NdpHN02YE94B29W1brLDTDsqNXRg39xkQf1z7G3MjiDZiadx4cCvmOP-G5XZNyKeawZigZx1m5XdjpDbncKN-sYnD-_NfUvw2bm9mh3dVBqw6MrCRlw4MdNe1G1ZBSPix1mOQ/s320/030.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center">And just another shot of my cute little bug!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqfRqG93018xeLGf1ce0DM3ZjTRn2U_Q_TFX2VfTInUe188oDC_gXd0XUwbfknp8_iw_VFuAVHJ0-C5mi3NFlQmZ08eq6nO13Php2yUScrMAsoiuXuo9GhVkq66mYcU8yXMySelrqK8c/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428823184583033634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqfRqG93018xeLGf1ce0DM3ZjTRn2U_Q_TFX2VfTInUe188oDC_gXd0XUwbfknp8_iw_VFuAVHJ0-C5mi3NFlQmZ08eq6nO13Php2yUScrMAsoiuXuo9GhVkq66mYcU8yXMySelrqK8c/s320/041.JPG" /></a></div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-7556687931789191392010-01-14T09:31:00.001-08:002010-01-14T09:59:52.497-08:00Whatever works!<div align="center">Since Zeke has been sick for the past few days, he hasn't eaten anything. Well, he'll ALWAYS go for some pancakes and syrup to dip it in. He loves to dip. And he loves syrup. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkZrWphxAcDTjiOfj5AJKT1JpzKvmQtnqKTEusH5n35C1sjMOlD7xjtXlYbJELfZP1jgNzhc4_vJWj0hKGahJis4tgJRYwrfDRqRRDItZBDY_N1ickPFnnMfKh4NZSA6w5kf2Il7UIiU/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426650259200375282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkZrWphxAcDTjiOfj5AJKT1JpzKvmQtnqKTEusH5n35C1sjMOlD7xjtXlYbJELfZP1jgNzhc4_vJWj0hKGahJis4tgJRYwrfDRqRRDItZBDY_N1ickPFnnMfKh4NZSA6w5kf2Il7UIiU/s320/005.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">That's not a telephone. It's your cup of syrup. Which means it's now in your ears!!! Straight to the bath for you.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCRrkK7FWS3CwnFXA5Wpj0_opHY4ckI0UASxiaraXxXm0_W8a7XGuJySE36Jd-HuanwbHN7bpiD9DkxTX2CwS0IEJ9GqzlNuCSJoMxZA8jH3pZMLo3zdX03xgbQtehRxSF2m8LCQBPS4/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426650278114722770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCRrkK7FWS3CwnFXA5Wpj0_opHY4ckI0UASxiaraXxXm0_W8a7XGuJySE36Jd-HuanwbHN7bpiD9DkxTX2CwS0IEJ9GqzlNuCSJoMxZA8jH3pZMLo3zdX03xgbQtehRxSF2m8LCQBPS4/s320/009.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">And here's my good baby. He loves his swing. Zeke hated it, so even 15 minutes of peace and quiet is totally welcome!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3-VAS-9YPcSb5h6ccyVx8OaT0RZClAVGWuVVu2VEoQ1oa9X3sjXmXVa7CoAeyInNFl41cFjdJcT03o-pu1ltQj2BXPAVbyYfkNU0QKafGjbT_KVUykSqYXOVbL5OQ72hZ7XXyEVW0Jo/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426650271435757378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3-VAS-9YPcSb5h6ccyVx8OaT0RZClAVGWuVVu2VEoQ1oa9X3sjXmXVa7CoAeyInNFl41cFjdJcT03o-pu1ltQj2BXPAVbyYfkNU0QKafGjbT_KVUykSqYXOVbL5OQ72hZ7XXyEVW0Jo/s320/008.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">But usually he falls asleep, and I get a good hour!</div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-71170659116433608802010-01-11T16:51:00.000-08:002010-01-11T16:55:43.833-08:00Kindred spirits<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgODoYx2IdAgvObgYHsw03my6_OrGEHhZXUnYRsEDlrsR9dh0ts3xShd4W2vnQ1VShLl-_tzlwQ7B3_2iXOfziIfRKeiwLale4LfSreSQLKWhFQxxd4MFeyV5Boo26UGK9wtVHYg9mVI/s1600-h/zekereg.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425650506164080658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgODoYx2IdAgvObgYHsw03my6_OrGEHhZXUnYRsEDlrsR9dh0ts3xShd4W2vnQ1VShLl-_tzlwQ7B3_2iXOfziIfRKeiwLale4LfSreSQLKWhFQxxd4MFeyV5Boo26UGK9wtVHYg9mVI/s320/zekereg.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">Can we go out and play?</div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-22055843063300969952010-01-09T10:35:00.001-08:002010-01-09T10:42:32.394-08:00Samson's blessing day<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">All of my siblings came down for New Year's weekend, and that is when Samson was blessed. My Tio Nacho, his son David and wife Marlene, and their daughter Monica and 3 of her daughters also came out. It was so fun and special to have so much family and support there. Here are the pictures that were taken with Laurie's camera.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENYHltINn7SMrrA7-fRvvks5QGNHgmklGFF-4VvCypTonr9eZMPKjmKzR-MBMaWiTdDAVAuE-W0Va9-jc-3bW10KjDcsNpZPa5EpP651R8FFdBaNcFS7tmEDxqSxCHUDYRP4sSRcRFsg/s1600-h/IMG_2009.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424811665488028978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENYHltINn7SMrrA7-fRvvks5QGNHgmklGFF-4VvCypTonr9eZMPKjmKzR-MBMaWiTdDAVAuE-W0Va9-jc-3bW10KjDcsNpZPa5EpP651R8FFdBaNcFS7tmEDxqSxCHUDYRP4sSRcRFsg/s320/IMG_2009.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">Fun family picture. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvERwQJO-55ooSFECr6di-AayoGO6ye9QtQ4NzUwi2jIWV_fjFnLhWLzQyAVlNXorJcICkMK-201b7CFb6EHKZyGGNUNvtjMdq2vqOjrWoQRnX5zceoPExgB5SNrt3tcBMkhuSBPEtjzY/s1600-h/IMG_2004.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424811656792173202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvERwQJO-55ooSFECr6di-AayoGO6ye9QtQ4NzUwi2jIWV_fjFnLhWLzQyAVlNXorJcICkMK-201b7CFb6EHKZyGGNUNvtjMdq2vqOjrWoQRnX5zceoPExgB5SNrt3tcBMkhuSBPEtjzY/s320/IMG_2004.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">The Sanders family with Tio Nacho.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUx5gLqppdFS9L4cIe0IcV7UDKU1sXNDZo_P6lCrAQ9j7xbig5mcJuqu7XadoH7qw6d7R4BKcJVLzGGuEYnHlVPDo7ZFpzXcq86TQpBD70td929P5y7T834OG4IOWvVMgrWscz2k3PqM/s1600-h/IMG_2003.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424811648577967986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUx5gLqppdFS9L4cIe0IcV7UDKU1sXNDZo_P6lCrAQ9j7xbig5mcJuqu7XadoH7qw6d7R4BKcJVLzGGuEYnHlVPDo7ZFpzXcq86TQpBD70td929P5y7T834OG4IOWvVMgrWscz2k3PqM/s320/IMG_2003.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMotdB1XfUCHV76hGFYE6EVkMzz0ADIUZmURR3TaAAMwXHf6jQHmVU12i8N3uXLQ6rOrK3EP_YBlWv0JZZiYwD8IqmFMe_-d0DaIufaRkmyulKu_HuqMjSqgIjw_i3g_BPl7xYAM0Igwo/s1600-h/IMG_1990.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424811639201845682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMotdB1XfUCHV76hGFYE6EVkMzz0ADIUZmURR3TaAAMwXHf6jQHmVU12i8N3uXLQ6rOrK3EP_YBlWv0JZZiYwD8IqmFMe_-d0DaIufaRkmyulKu_HuqMjSqgIjw_i3g_BPl7xYAM0Igwo/s320/IMG_1990.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">Que sexy!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5wffeKG51miS_r8ddGBnx9FyI2nGFhytBO6Q7ye6eDGRnrDV3QWinoF2A8IwXPAgw21T4FTOa_JfxNWfSrRxrDtafEILbNiH4ORER7gRnMHrrVzzK7VBBiewO7U9Ed-bF60vVgWkp0k/s1600-h/IMG_1996.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424811628738782226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5wffeKG51miS_r8ddGBnx9FyI2nGFhytBO6Q7ye6eDGRnrDV3QWinoF2A8IwXPAgw21T4FTOa_JfxNWfSrRxrDtafEILbNiH4ORER7gRnMHrrVzzK7VBBiewO7U9Ed-bF60vVgWkp0k/s320/IMG_1996.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">And the whole family. Thanks for all the LOVE! </div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-44630906704137190272010-01-09T09:30:00.000-08:002010-01-09T10:14:30.946-08:00Way overdue!!<div align="center">For Christmas, Josiah's parents came down for the weekend. We had a really good time relaxing with them. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSzcZoFd2wojcAU7AP5NA1d0IRwBjwZwVrpaxkBq3_C3G6pd7fyBehvW2BzcENgC-17MphMWqMrqy-USIo9OqXneG9lxr9l5dPFQ_xZ7B99zMgsReIctsqqNRsyQLfWztpvZsyGTDHkTY/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424798729261806962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSzcZoFd2wojcAU7AP5NA1d0IRwBjwZwVrpaxkBq3_C3G6pd7fyBehvW2BzcENgC-17MphMWqMrqy-USIo9OqXneG9lxr9l5dPFQ_xZ7B99zMgsReIctsqqNRsyQLfWztpvZsyGTDHkTY/s320/002.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Christmas Eve was Samson's 1 month birthday, so here's his one month picture.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSnYb4nzBcm1fq2Vz446AeIUZesh1d6OqSq9aCvXunHaxbsjHtYfeZhu2PB-RTYsuQ9WBoLtl2_XIUlhb0GvfDR0I4e4r7AxzC5QrkC6TFJ-4zDn2Rp4SJKHYiN9tbwsPOD1wzrwyJVc/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424798734459858370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSnYb4nzBcm1fq2Vz446AeIUZesh1d6OqSq9aCvXunHaxbsjHtYfeZhu2PB-RTYsuQ9WBoLtl2_XIUlhb0GvfDR0I4e4r7AxzC5QrkC6TFJ-4zDn2Rp4SJKHYiN9tbwsPOD1wzrwyJVc/s320/005.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">The boys in their matching jammies.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPmTaLJPPDqn_owsBkzF5tn01lB-2jncmOSW5uMczMuTWKfp3ftjYg5LFn_Zy13WeF2PuElnHsuuMEUMM-tfGsOzIWQIaCKJ2Qw45L9uGEUuNEVFa-rUid1qh5ZFgNMizqMCUeJJRiCaM/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424798746324752018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPmTaLJPPDqn_owsBkzF5tn01lB-2jncmOSW5uMczMuTWKfp3ftjYg5LFn_Zy13WeF2PuElnHsuuMEUMM-tfGsOzIWQIaCKJ2Qw45L9uGEUuNEVFa-rUid1qh5ZFgNMizqMCUeJJRiCaM/s320/010.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">I'm pretty sure the only way we'll get over this tradition is when Zeke leaves on his mission.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKlF0DHoAJVptlM2IDobezICkzACHhdbYFYqovjp3A0b4nvvoFxz412rzwaKyS6b2XigSaBXn8BSh9L8QAi3y0Q21ZXMQiuESx_6wcHsJC6RB-YqTG6TUN15Qdwu0h5s7qGVmckGl1BBY/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424798758275666434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKlF0DHoAJVptlM2IDobezICkzACHhdbYFYqovjp3A0b4nvvoFxz412rzwaKyS6b2XigSaBXn8BSh9L8QAi3y0Q21ZXMQiuESx_6wcHsJC6RB-YqTG6TUN15Qdwu0h5s7qGVmckGl1BBY/s320/026.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Maybe next year Samson will be able to sit up.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggW7tuSNJNhVkCT81BlGnKb-FW68JPVBIMWdIZeZtP4SwqMOAW4vkymn_sWnwWJ6jexitHVxoUKO4RKlcUp3wASe_sUnUnoDp14-kFwaFju2irxr9s_Vks7o7A9oaT8HUbgKLLQX3TQuA/s1600-h/037.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424798760412747410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggW7tuSNJNhVkCT81BlGnKb-FW68JPVBIMWdIZeZtP4SwqMOAW4vkymn_sWnwWJ6jexitHVxoUKO4RKlcUp3wASe_sUnUnoDp14-kFwaFju2irxr9s_Vks7o7A9oaT8HUbgKLLQX3TQuA/s320/037.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Zeke enjoying all his loot! Actually that is Samson's present that he's stealing!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOryCnj6HOn6wTnVJ5CyhJQciekYCR2UofAFxeHiRoyPRmB6BLSyiWbtyx3XzHvrLBrE-MdJppvvIhWgVzpbOZE5Tpk3yCvBk7rt2RFY7X_r5dF24bmA17IP1SQl7UnXRNzk_lxsW00U/s1600-h/045.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424799888065040690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOryCnj6HOn6wTnVJ5CyhJQciekYCR2UofAFxeHiRoyPRmB6BLSyiWbtyx3XzHvrLBrE-MdJppvvIhWgVzpbOZE5Tpk3yCvBk7rt2RFY7X_r5dF24bmA17IP1SQl7UnXRNzk_lxsW00U/s320/045.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">And this is Josiah's hat that he's stealing. But he looks SO cute in it!!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFbwyGZduyTMW2OGPG-PxrGFdq-PfwfUc0mt8sb4zJ1eB82UfOHqCatMKW2k-kcQQExjpbAYJid7WNP4m7i04lBrG2aYI-6eRApQL9xGDvUQOJp5GPqACCvEXk63AsJacc3HpETxcCNvo/s1600-h/056.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424799899097763650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFbwyGZduyTMW2OGPG-PxrGFdq-PfwfUc0mt8sb4zJ1eB82UfOHqCatMKW2k-kcQQExjpbAYJid7WNP4m7i04lBrG2aYI-6eRApQL9xGDvUQOJp5GPqACCvEXk63AsJacc3HpETxcCNvo/s320/056.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Enjoying Christmas dinner with family and friends. (The Turners)</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXo9GlkyVNPkp2-CowlY28z29Eld033ttnF8X0AkY3at1mjkhuP5CZTIu8qRjpjGAf-CUu6oQBIVnmpahGQ8AXbxjKyDP8TeWbITTgEQFNxsCOyrxx5Bstu_rUU67Xz-2pca6y2VR94ZA/s1600-h/061.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424799908751409138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXo9GlkyVNPkp2-CowlY28z29Eld033ttnF8X0AkY3at1mjkhuP5CZTIu8qRjpjGAf-CUu6oQBIVnmpahGQ8AXbxjKyDP8TeWbITTgEQFNxsCOyrxx5Bstu_rUU67Xz-2pca6y2VR94ZA/s320/061.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">After dinner, the boys sat down to read a book.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMoiKGkz_i45iCib5RFGyc9kgO-lAHec_UyhUfFSx7J-W1_Qdj1S9lAw0Y6gV1X5dJVgbdDef0hCRmmxffZuIfX3Fj_w1kcTbtI3afgrB1LVdMGynaJ2RnV7Hbxycqqr2VUkbsAcTqel0/s1600-h/073.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424799913580065666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMoiKGkz_i45iCib5RFGyc9kgO-lAHec_UyhUfFSx7J-W1_Qdj1S9lAw0Y6gV1X5dJVgbdDef0hCRmmxffZuIfX3Fj_w1kcTbtI3afgrB1LVdMGynaJ2RnV7Hbxycqqr2VUkbsAcTqel0/s320/073.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">They finally became friends! Zeke is scared of men he doesn't know very well. We'll have to see Papa more often!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">After Christmas, the Sanders' went home, and the Gonzalez's came down.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp0GM0VkkeqMjl-bFxJ3se1OzYqOiG2tJLAU5zvJc5GbiVsFwvJ-IIMT0KBMeEv0JNtKpYzAFhZt2LVLiGMjvEyi7lH-v1sG7IWKPkOXhO1d_3YT-8yu1bcZKKuYD4ovVTv2MkmWetIUA/s1600-h/122.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424799920505654690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp0GM0VkkeqMjl-bFxJ3se1OzYqOiG2tJLAU5zvJc5GbiVsFwvJ-IIMT0KBMeEv0JNtKpYzAFhZt2LVLiGMjvEyi7lH-v1sG7IWKPkOXhO1d_3YT-8yu1bcZKKuYD4ovVTv2MkmWetIUA/s320/122.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">Bath time. It was so fun for Zeke to actually be big enough to play with his cousins. I didn't see him for 3 days straight. It was AWESOME!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YW-c-WEN1o_Evw51gC_mXYKY11HPCzNICaGwrEk0OLmIc9_Vz_R4dah3kFzBk5yDSKcMGhUJAYrZahKQvRxfIlltfJwghihSnTG2pQnp6NklKOJNRcjm2pL9EgCjaRZCX8c5lHn7dKI/s1600-h/129.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424800339538318114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YW-c-WEN1o_Evw51gC_mXYKY11HPCzNICaGwrEk0OLmIc9_Vz_R4dah3kFzBk5yDSKcMGhUJAYrZahKQvRxfIlltfJwghihSnTG2pQnp6NklKOJNRcjm2pL9EgCjaRZCX8c5lHn7dKI/s320/129.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Basically this happened all weekend, regardless of which one was in the booster. </div><div align="center"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02MMgecaerNcBQMajBTmgGiGYCG_ainPHtCz4kGFGBdr9lPmCOji80Wy44MQ3w_iP37yplQ7MsSKQuAIFz1TojqFqUguzo9DchPWj2AoG7THbiYWwp17cgJDChHO72p-5FB2CXgJj59k/s1600-h/131.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424800348866084482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02MMgecaerNcBQMajBTmgGiGYCG_ainPHtCz4kGFGBdr9lPmCOji80Wy44MQ3w_iP37yplQ7MsSKQuAIFz1TojqFqUguzo9DchPWj2AoG7THbiYWwp17cgJDChHO72p-5FB2CXgJj59k/s320/131.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Sharing some pumpkin pie! Why not? I was cleaning pumpkin pie out of the booster chair for days!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">(Sorry my thoughts were really scattered on this blog. Both boys have been terrorizing me all morning, but I HAD to get it posted.)</div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-45246038859086307582009-12-24T10:29:00.001-08:002009-12-24T10:56:52.461-08:00More of my cuties!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfV526iVLbpMr4FYoRNAGRzFE6OU7aBmrg4PoqiDYeaKSfyAdmh_8fJMctPe0Z9Iw2RBXUk9o8otnrJXBRlbMX1iRiQWjd9sIoAY1_VzhOmQQJiWxwDCWe69plTfzH4sCL4UkX1NKwsw/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418872822393441650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfV526iVLbpMr4FYoRNAGRzFE6OU7aBmrg4PoqiDYeaKSfyAdmh_8fJMctPe0Z9Iw2RBXUk9o8otnrJXBRlbMX1iRiQWjd9sIoAY1_VzhOmQQJiWxwDCWe69plTfzH4sCL4UkX1NKwsw/s320/001.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Zeke likes a little tummy time too!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7y_vsrgOfv666ShODy4wRITW9K_NvsdFWyYzKaQVdTV_Fw0S3DBs-jrFfcaL9BEUoJCcn1zppPU42S11khDAELTeJq4qk3fUCEO0YAEMCu15Emetq555TwLJWuhSsln03WfCwWyus0Q/s1600-h/081.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418874504347721634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7y_vsrgOfv666ShODy4wRITW9K_NvsdFWyYzKaQVdTV_Fw0S3DBs-jrFfcaL9BEUoJCcn1zppPU42S11khDAELTeJq4qk3fUCEO0YAEMCu15Emetq555TwLJWuhSsln03WfCwWyus0Q/s320/081.JPG" /></a><br />Sometimes he likes to lounge in the carseat...<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWQWVcCGYscObK4qhkfeUFDSCfmHhZgYk-CvnZoxOffEfVgeKq6-p_asv6e-aiIT8Td5H00jANwTTG_oNOxOLixRnhgTzNeBr9ISEM8R9b-TpgjVSm9KLWjn57SpSjOOrc6HpaijYTbg/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418874495144972194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWQWVcCGYscObK4qhkfeUFDSCfmHhZgYk-CvnZoxOffEfVgeKq6-p_asv6e-aiIT8Td5H00jANwTTG_oNOxOLixRnhgTzNeBr9ISEM8R9b-TpgjVSm9KLWjn57SpSjOOrc6HpaijYTbg/s320/051.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Sometimes he likes to give kisses.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLHCSJJEemr3dfFEVdeuu91PXOKJusHgq-4EPhOsuqpw55JfZvG_oUIWq31FpWkSt3udVZVyxgjbubG0WB2zuuuK8VZjP5iRxCPAbJL8zjrVIcncZvqnagSWfUGXoCyoEaSz6HSkVtDY/s1600-h/046.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418874484211897938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLHCSJJEemr3dfFEVdeuu91PXOKJusHgq-4EPhOsuqpw55JfZvG_oUIWq31FpWkSt3udVZVyxgjbubG0WB2zuuuK8VZjP5iRxCPAbJL8zjrVIcncZvqnagSWfUGXoCyoEaSz6HSkVtDY/s320/046.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">He likes holding his brother</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgemfrpVge8Oqr68WJpyueqoOneLtSQFM2VGcBUAnJQfktM1-_QuWqYsRWKxq3ycWlMAvUYWvPGnz1MKoJHTg_37LKdvquYbtTLU_uBZPg1eET1iA91JNvl7eUeEdypUV-uQjWk1ShYDsU/s1600-h/074.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418874482821284226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgemfrpVge8Oqr68WJpyueqoOneLtSQFM2VGcBUAnJQfktM1-_QuWqYsRWKxq3ycWlMAvUYWvPGnz1MKoJHTg_37LKdvquYbtTLU_uBZPg1eET1iA91JNvl7eUeEdypUV-uQjWk1ShYDsU/s320/074.JPG" /></a><br />Last night we had dinner at the Turner's. I made 12 layer rainbow jello and "football" rolls. We called them "football" rolls when my mom would roll them extra large!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenrE84XkDh8NSMWefpSA27zNflh_HJ63Z2llYm9Dg1fM3R6QHsCpSYr3qfKensNZGipfTWmIEDmTfpBmw7eqJCPZG64iuFFPDadPAvkefSeIvdO4QcwR7dhrdcBzCKq3S6zXNwZBQrOE/s1600-h/031.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418872857145234114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenrE84XkDh8NSMWefpSA27zNflh_HJ63Z2llYm9Dg1fM3R6QHsCpSYr3qfKensNZGipfTWmIEDmTfpBmw7eqJCPZG64iuFFPDadPAvkefSeIvdO4QcwR7dhrdcBzCKq3S6zXNwZBQrOE/s320/031.JPG" /></a><br />The other day they were incidentally both in diapers, so I took a few pics.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgWsQqJ5G3k0AW0P5HOyPoNyoZGzKAqdHdkwYigaJRM-9jXD5jMrJ0hWngFeyEWoiQ4-bzS4cL8DvnlrAXWA5dOB6BKAm72IOPOyQcDT2oJXooZcTmOFL1krR3r0Q4lD_xrnBHd5arIA/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418872847955844866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgWsQqJ5G3k0AW0P5HOyPoNyoZGzKAqdHdkwYigaJRM-9jXD5jMrJ0hWngFeyEWoiQ4-bzS4cL8DvnlrAXWA5dOB6BKAm72IOPOyQcDT2oJXooZcTmOFL1krR3r0Q4lD_xrnBHd5arIA/s320/023.JPG" /></a><br />Someone didn't like it so much, but you do what you gotta do!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvk0UxNbPIYN4K2HAmB4hT6qjsl3ZU8VAA2gqhkEaE84m2WUGztTMylpWAaWFthHdhbdex7KXTMwrbOHPDP_DxlrdiMZS4FzTWSutpUZ3mcPY1kjheOEtdTX_03ZboKkHOop5qV3zOGpo/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418872841468911586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvk0UxNbPIYN4K2HAmB4hT6qjsl3ZU8VAA2gqhkEaE84m2WUGztTMylpWAaWFthHdhbdex7KXTMwrbOHPDP_DxlrdiMZS4FzTWSutpUZ3mcPY1kjheOEtdTX_03ZboKkHOop5qV3zOGpo/s320/011.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Trying to get a good picture.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsWTBpbmMCGm4AV0k2NhSbhGvlszEN8nz2E2-I6MMXNSBMXboLzKJ7zoF4qoiGU1IYjod4ZcA8sZwpH02kz_WYpJE2VY6fd5Qvc_YaGrql0Xsb1akoQnm1LmOYLVVetCXp14wuFi4HjA/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418872835031066546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsWTBpbmMCGm4AV0k2NhSbhGvlszEN8nz2E2-I6MMXNSBMXboLzKJ7zoF4qoiGU1IYjod4ZcA8sZwpH02kz_WYpJE2VY6fd5Qvc_YaGrql0Xsb1akoQnm1LmOYLVVetCXp14wuFi4HjA/s320/009.JPG" /></a><br />Just playing with black and white.</div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-35808607046607483482009-12-14T10:44:00.000-08:002009-12-14T11:43:42.295-08:00Merry Christmas to me!!!<div>Josiah and I are REALLY bad at giving eachother presents, and then waiting to open them. He came home from shopping, and promptly told me that I would probably want to open it early. He bought me a CAMERA! So, here are some shots from my new fancy pants camera. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMpEWV2agMR1IcQ3iZSuRCRodm-KOuCNM7BF4DvUT6Bu3fQD7Iiaa0tgeZdUpHVEcSfTDJJtlW2XdyTD1T9ne9T3cuFdGVZbopM_esp6A3ykLOMthHEgKBEdM5ezVXbyGRn8SzRBFcsM/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415167059480239074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMpEWV2agMR1IcQ3iZSuRCRodm-KOuCNM7BF4DvUT6Bu3fQD7Iiaa0tgeZdUpHVEcSfTDJJtlW2XdyTD1T9ne9T3cuFdGVZbopM_esp6A3ykLOMthHEgKBEdM5ezVXbyGRn8SzRBFcsM/s320/028.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Sweet baby sleeping! The bumper I made, Laurie made the black and white blanket, and the polka dots came from Target.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHZ3W2e-p3n2zZ7FAIy0su7XKBuYMVcpj09nem7zpCCx71mWfaitgLuv1sq7TUo7d_1rig_o0PBgyvKgkKeau9xO5cJHgdtlOCfhyphenhyphenxtkLlY-dzKItBhwvt9rLZrinc1cUAX0uJpjyzMYg/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415167047170268242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHZ3W2e-p3n2zZ7FAIy0su7XKBuYMVcpj09nem7zpCCx71mWfaitgLuv1sq7TUo7d_1rig_o0PBgyvKgkKeau9xO5cJHgdtlOCfhyphenhyphenxtkLlY-dzKItBhwvt9rLZrinc1cUAX0uJpjyzMYg/s320/027.JPG" /></a> </div><div>He loves the swing! Zeke hated it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_NHIewkJCVcPdnSpckvfqI9CepkB3E3XfpLjxlpsBK-acGGvVwlfqqlMH1djyQNMTdevSbu6kHsUtQ2_dj6E7AgHpFhjTBkNn6kTdki8Ioqnj8oFWjfDecahCZBIE51GW2QLaZ0XaP0/s1600-h/050.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415166727266917890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_NHIewkJCVcPdnSpckvfqI9CepkB3E3XfpLjxlpsBK-acGGvVwlfqqlMH1djyQNMTdevSbu6kHsUtQ2_dj6E7AgHpFhjTBkNn6kTdki8Ioqnj8oFWjfDecahCZBIE51GW2QLaZ0XaP0/s320/050.JPG" /></a></div><div>Just some of his new favorite activities: Putting on pants over pants<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JtlxC1059gnM1PQ17p0ePmELf6vkfjSdpqTt8RXd6_I2k1Fm6DdgFw3BfjAsV9SOgFLOASuX6pigMQrOOA5ZYjLTEY4XEFP-4Rfv-A08sGj72V64TwP_RtCoNZBPiUFl8eC_7PmeZnc/s1600-h/047.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415166717996635026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JtlxC1059gnM1PQ17p0ePmELf6vkfjSdpqTt8RXd6_I2k1Fm6DdgFw3BfjAsV9SOgFLOASuX6pigMQrOOA5ZYjLTEY4XEFP-4Rfv-A08sGj72V64TwP_RtCoNZBPiUFl8eC_7PmeZnc/s320/047.JPG" /></a><br />Shooting his shot gun<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9Tfi53K4BQTeYYXWysOAR-ftkkkXF__MSwPnAwcKiz286gAVr2mNZioAmQ9bkX-SOLcuU1Iv9O_pZ_CLw4luT75mikx0u-CMHbolYs9PSw-CDFQboi0PL76mHEoorq6Ne6LrRrdRbRo/s1600-h/046.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415166711471032274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9Tfi53K4BQTeYYXWysOAR-ftkkkXF__MSwPnAwcKiz286gAVr2mNZioAmQ9bkX-SOLcuU1Iv9O_pZ_CLw4luT75mikx0u-CMHbolYs9PSw-CDFQboi0PL76mHEoorq6Ne6LrRrdRbRo/s320/046.JPG" /></a><br />and torturing the dog.</div><div> </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXHlxn1Wo16Zr8jiRryRi44j6q8VBw_rS9I5ux8xM7QmhOY3BSgzlNNmF9MHxIggL9E9oqW9T94JYMTPHFpdYX89xrHvZif2v0FUI5_lPWfcsxFV8yEsbYPQMBgpmVIiWZPz72kBHvvI/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415166694694979122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXHlxn1Wo16Zr8jiRryRi44j6q8VBw_rS9I5ux8xM7QmhOY3BSgzlNNmF9MHxIggL9E9oqW9T94JYMTPHFpdYX89xrHvZif2v0FUI5_lPWfcsxFV8yEsbYPQMBgpmVIiWZPz72kBHvvI/s320/010.JPG" /></a><br />Oh, and pulling ornaments off the tree!</div></div></div></div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-69996471539988207922009-12-01T18:44:00.001-08:002009-12-01T18:54:14.283-08:00I have BOYS!I haven't really been doing anything this week, except having my nips sucked into oblivion. They're healing now, and I'm doing pretty good. I did however cut Zeke's hair for the first time. I was scared to cut his curls off, but he walked out in his jammies the other day, and he totally looked like a girl.<br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4YYb1C5UJE655NemPXAcSpvRQb2xCKrk8EZsVHpBz6YwZWuxkLNZdaHCLCd5c3fh3MqWFvwktp3Ye99mk9-shzhR_G3OayPUA06N7FfR_Sz9tmHkm3FyAnUrKJf5aPIYpS5Y4jYkqQA/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465671429701170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4YYb1C5UJE655NemPXAcSpvRQb2xCKrk8EZsVHpBz6YwZWuxkLNZdaHCLCd5c3fh3MqWFvwktp3Ye99mk9-shzhR_G3OayPUA06N7FfR_Sz9tmHkm3FyAnUrKJf5aPIYpS5Y4jYkqQA/s320/011.JPG" /></a><br />He's clearly making a face, but you can see his sweet haircut from here. He's a big boy now.<br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLr-89gUSZocjbcMdkZ1YJKo2qU8ZXA4_zVHcfMVztyXdTizRIZediiyvpw39KLrqWw6IEUhyphenhyphenIaC6UuTnUdDHQRUPcyFRavafGZh9geAhL_eo6450ozsZT4_QH1oDL2RYv5LF__lDKEQc/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465691216296050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLr-89gUSZocjbcMdkZ1YJKo2qU8ZXA4_zVHcfMVztyXdTizRIZediiyvpw39KLrqWw6IEUhyphenhyphenIaC6UuTnUdDHQRUPcyFRavafGZh9geAhL_eo6450ozsZT4_QH1oDL2RYv5LF__lDKEQc/s320/004.JPG" /></a><br />A REALLY big boy. What a difference 17 months makes!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-KMv5TbMSAkz8dOiFbU8hR1gFoof_3rITDNAf4sC9hzWDM012Wa-0UsV0te1MLKT-l5r4G0BXmuPKrrIfIAHrn4yqECJsz5j77RjFEsQ69ysy7xe_mp00iCOAY0nH9Gr2q6a_WCXf6M/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465683541687922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-KMv5TbMSAkz8dOiFbU8hR1gFoof_3rITDNAf4sC9hzWDM012Wa-0UsV0te1MLKT-l5r4G0BXmuPKrrIfIAHrn4yqECJsz5j77RjFEsQ69ysy7xe_mp00iCOAY0nH9Gr2q6a_WCXf6M/s320/001.JPG" /></a><br />And just some gratuitous shots of my handsome.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0s_o3KIDAe11yn2cnN6DoAzr_xz8mDVXeGOhrORWkQp1D2HiSMTj1QdM8RDnYjx90X7bPj8BTbaSIi4xz8TuwEUNyxajHhY1zkbF_iYDLn18RwmaVIekYIt1eVMi1vtM_Rp9qOVV7FoA/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465673892017698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0s_o3KIDAe11yn2cnN6DoAzr_xz8mDVXeGOhrORWkQp1D2HiSMTj1QdM8RDnYjx90X7bPj8BTbaSIi4xz8TuwEUNyxajHhY1zkbF_iYDLn18RwmaVIekYIt1eVMi1vtM_Rp9qOVV7FoA/s320/007.JPG" /></a><br />And my other handsome. Sideways. I don't know how to rotate it, and I'm too lazy to figure it out right now. Notice the Oregon Duck's shirt. It's pretty standard uniform this time of year.Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937590877431221693.post-52942139423451648412009-11-26T19:43:00.000-08:002009-11-26T20:41:34.163-08:00He's HERE!!!<div align="center">So our boy is here. He couldn't have come at a better time. Samson Manrique Sanders was born at 8:10pm on Tuesday, November 24th. He was 7lbs, 3 0z., and 20.5 inches long. Same length as his big brother, but over a pound lighter.</div><div align="center"><br />We were hoping he would come this week, because Josiah had taken the whole week off anyway for Thanksgiving. Monday night I was having some contractions, but that was totally normal for me. Pretty much every night I had contractions. However, when I woke up Tuesday morning having contractions, I thought something might be up. I timed them starting at 7am and they were about 8 minutes apart. They weren't too painful, but they continued until 10am when I decided to just take a shower, and get ready for whatever the day held. I was supposed to be at McDonald's for a playdate at 11:30, but when I got up and going, my contractions started getting more regular, and a big stronger. We decided to go to McDonald's and drop Zeke off with some friends, and then we would just go to the hospital. I felt really stupid, because my contractions weren't even bad, and they were still at least 5 minutes apart.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I was super nervous getting sent home from the hospital. It is such a pain, and I feel like I'm letting everyone down. We went to traige, and they hooked me up to a monitor. I was definitely having contractions, but they weren't too extreme. Finally the midwife came in and checked me, and I was at a 5!! I almost started crying. Well, there were definitely tears in my eyes. I was SO happy to know that I was staying. The baby was coming out today! We finally got admitted to our room around 3, and they hooked me up to monitors. By about 4 they let me get off the monitors and use the restroom. After I was standing behind a chair, and I started having a contraction. Before I knew it there was a puddle on the floor. I started cracking up. I felt so bad for the nurse that had to come and clean that up! For the next few hours, I just chilled in and out of bed having medium contractions every 5 minutes. In between the contractions I was making phone calls, and chatting with Josiah, and just resting. It didn't even feel like real labor. Then at 7 my midwife came in and checked me again. Now I was at a 7, but there was still a little bag of waters there, so she broke it. In the next hour, I started having real contractions. By 7:45ish, they started getting really hard, and I didn't know if I was going to be able to make it. I thought I had made the biggest mistake of my life by not getting drugs yet. I was always open to it, but I hadn't been in bad pain yet. I was still standing through my contractions, but the baby's heartbeat was dipping, so they made me lay down. I got in bed on my side, and the midwife came in to check me one last time. I told her that she would have to wait because I was going to have another bad contraction. She was coaching me through it, and Josiah was telling me how amazing I was doing. I was in some serious pain, and making some really nice noises, and then I was like, "I think it's coming out." and the midwife said, "I think you're right." Then things got intense, as she jumped off of my bed and scrambled to get ready. I just rolled to my back, and within 3 minutes, he was out. I don't even remember what was going on, just feeling his head come out, and then they said one more push for the shoulders. It was INSANE!!! I was cracking up and shaking and just a big old mess. I was so amazed that in 20 minutes I had gone from scared to death, to having a baby in my arms. For the next 20 minutes or so I just sat there shaking, maybe a little in shock, and then I calmed down enough to nurse him and hold him and love him. We're so glad he's here, and I am feeling AMAZING! I don't want to brag, but this was the best delivery EVER! I feel totally different than with Zeke. Not that I'm saying I want to do it again, but this worked this time.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UiQclpUoDecK1FmSVqnoThFmtcm3mr9U0iOEm0agr1k40kJdMCFgIEwxGIoRKzKBAbdoMHE3S_n1xbo2ZFm2qEtP2T4vGuMfNByWUI1a0GGqNdUHHhnEkovN4tbor78Ks1FFqAPi57g/s1600/393.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408632284391708514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UiQclpUoDecK1FmSVqnoThFmtcm3mr9U0iOEm0agr1k40kJdMCFgIEwxGIoRKzKBAbdoMHE3S_n1xbo2ZFm2qEtP2T4vGuMfNByWUI1a0GGqNdUHHhnEkovN4tbor78Ks1FFqAPi57g/s320/393.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">So excited to be admitted!!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrFn0qBwjr0imn5IOsgT0Z6eh9nWMSNR_1BST1YyaGkJpJK5g-gBiBMHzxREE5mCdq-tZsiHxoo6GddenZRBQvW0Ke_7tR78AC6tJiUBDkF09VPDAl2WIifqQ7KQjv6eoCpGj8jTpqcsw/s1600/402.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408632303619919266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrFn0qBwjr0imn5IOsgT0Z6eh9nWMSNR_1BST1YyaGkJpJK5g-gBiBMHzxREE5mCdq-tZsiHxoo6GddenZRBQvW0Ke_7tR78AC6tJiUBDkF09VPDAl2WIifqQ7KQjv6eoCpGj8jTpqcsw/s320/402.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Did I seriously just have a baby!?? Pure adrenaline!</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYvQM_flehYFin3nuGhjwMfd7jvueVwz18HO-8nTUW4PBPeVgkj9Cr_hc_T2LQXWi50H9hkOpf5Z_3MwPgl42WMtuZRCHC_W7hdHQReY5uWOvJDE_kuMZGrucwCMkJsXi0RkAJI1MqqOE/s1600/405.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408632308586250818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYvQM_flehYFin3nuGhjwMfd7jvueVwz18HO-8nTUW4PBPeVgkj9Cr_hc_T2LQXWi50H9hkOpf5Z_3MwPgl42WMtuZRCHC_W7hdHQReY5uWOvJDE_kuMZGrucwCMkJsXi0RkAJI1MqqOE/s320/405.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Our precious baby!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1hT4J-1pVspbgsSv20UAkW9Rtzcj0JjpgAae6VXAx78CLIgiL0hGQHk4sn5Id1GCgaNYkNHT90qEyxTeqCaj-dGGgPSk-lzqU45DLwQPLc-9bPj0SxzLGri0yO7y1zmLAYx9M58VWpo/s1600/400.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408636945451625938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1hT4J-1pVspbgsSv20UAkW9Rtzcj0JjpgAae6VXAx78CLIgiL0hGQHk4sn5Id1GCgaNYkNHT90qEyxTeqCaj-dGGgPSk-lzqU45DLwQPLc-9bPj0SxzLGri0yO7y1zmLAYx9M58VWpo/s320/400.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Just getting cleaned off.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qQdROnNY-sq2kmiOgBvR3p3Lme5oxgGhHqDlPBMaUjlDgAOtIJRbpwURtfJKHS-FhCzvPU_lCgVmrhqx5fZMNIvaVnzMZu3TkE8VyT8rkMIzZLas785-juIA8yE_IlTjsUVkFGyoz_s/s1600/samsonhospital.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408636948583772194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qQdROnNY-sq2kmiOgBvR3p3Lme5oxgGhHqDlPBMaUjlDgAOtIJRbpwURtfJKHS-FhCzvPU_lCgVmrhqx5fZMNIvaVnzMZu3TkE8VyT8rkMIzZLas785-juIA8yE_IlTjsUVkFGyoz_s/s320/samsonhospital.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">Sleeping like a sweet boy.</div><div align="center"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Wu91ATDdAMxANZ9BALcQyZfjsRyyiB82HQSxM-ImKFfF2AdIwJN5TlEcNlizbEkJMSUeB6Nyz1VkyJHSYEPwmJkzyomGhkW-rOYr9dx6Vc9jj9iWy0QFuyIxBS4wKkigpexv_0V4BC4/s1600/samson1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408636958055116178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Wu91ATDdAMxANZ9BALcQyZfjsRyyiB82HQSxM-ImKFfF2AdIwJN5TlEcNlizbEkJMSUeB6Nyz1VkyJHSYEPwmJkzyomGhkW-rOYr9dx6Vc9jj9iWy0QFuyIxBS4wKkigpexv_0V4BC4/s320/samson1.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">This is a good picture of what he looks like awake. I took it with my phone so it's not super clear, but he has lots of dark hair, and he's just adorable. To us at least!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBFfm2egtQG4_p_f26f75pVw9XHEny9rq0huz1LodWhtIW8RTGgFewFFz27RGX48ecMu3GV3s7D6DHXUulCJxBleabC_8MFOmd2vJzsC5bJrLfVvOYh7rMnzBN720hcCExtdOu3cowhk/s1600/406.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408632317663964242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBFfm2egtQG4_p_f26f75pVw9XHEny9rq0huz1LodWhtIW8RTGgFewFFz27RGX48ecMu3GV3s7D6DHXUulCJxBleabC_8MFOmd2vJzsC5bJrLfVvOYh7rMnzBN720hcCExtdOu3cowhk/s320/406.JPG" /></a><br />Oh, and here's one for Jacqui. He's extreme thumbsucking.<br /></div>Desiree Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072545692705594824noreply@blogger.com8