tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71734222696631477312024-03-06T02:59:45.875-06:00Living our lives like KoenigsMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.comBlogger213125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-68719466843658802892008-09-28T16:10:00.000-05:002008-09-29T16:18:20.214-05:00Rylee's Birthday Party - part CBack in town Birthday party.<br /><div>I guess all girls that turn 3 have 3 birthday parties~?</div><div></div><br /><div>I know I am partied out!</div><div> </div><div>More toys... Oh, goodie!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdlDZrslhxAQ2G7dp_3kKW1kk-4au2cxDk1iejJBnqTOx9TgPq3-sHev1k0rwTXXtdnmKHrLmTWkTk5QG_Ta_LsJoMl8L6YYD5JT2LCfg43hQvk0ShkvtvlfiWf7eAAZsDcPl3QWXqo5T/s1600-h/102_1122.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251554843070181042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdlDZrslhxAQ2G7dp_3kKW1kk-4au2cxDk1iejJBnqTOx9TgPq3-sHev1k0rwTXXtdnmKHrLmTWkTk5QG_Ta_LsJoMl8L6YYD5JT2LCfg43hQvk0ShkvtvlfiWf7eAAZsDcPl3QWXqo5T/s400/102_1122.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div>Rylee and Cousin Adam<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZg77gQzdsTW-nN3nJq60DjHMHbsyw38j1i1vYkKGJh6o_2v5qm-DCc2B3xoQJvzHDTbnOThATjpSUqBvBFTjMRkumifRG-8zHh1gEUOBcfkSe5I9faXLYH9XNPXheLjhKYc8DaL6YkQk/s1600-h/102_1119.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251554833897474930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZg77gQzdsTW-nN3nJq60DjHMHbsyw38j1i1vYkKGJh6o_2v5qm-DCc2B3xoQJvzHDTbnOThATjpSUqBvBFTjMRkumifRG-8zHh1gEUOBcfkSe5I9faXLYH9XNPXheLjhKYc8DaL6YkQk/s400/102_1119.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Happy birthday to me... again!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFIW2kN24T7k47u7BtAF-0X2Fxy3PDXun0gydSd5_2h5qfKsTCw84DK-JYDEZ5ZL8cEeWLtuMt86sOouTVBhBQRQ3tHja8PH6zVPQ5GHXIEZltzbot4ulErir-Jg5dO2o5j9irILwFaBv/s1600-h/102_1117.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251554852260415666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFIW2kN24T7k47u7BtAF-0X2Fxy3PDXun0gydSd5_2h5qfKsTCw84DK-JYDEZ5ZL8cEeWLtuMt86sOouTVBhBQRQ3tHja8PH6zVPQ5GHXIEZltzbot4ulErir-Jg5dO2o5j9irILwFaBv/s400/102_1117.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-64572882971224658042008-09-27T19:01:00.000-05:002008-09-29T16:09:58.706-05:00Rylee's Birthday Party - part BHappy Birthday Rylee #2.<br /><br /><br />This was her actual BirthDAY on the beach.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWCrvB280RAgfv8Um__dK5kM8AhisS3g3cwaFFLPJ1Q2lX_TWOtFkTlq5tr1ttU5zFe4C_uJ2Ow44fArde2YpYh9ON1ZvCKaYEB9S0UbMVzdxahXr7RhciNMYMJmnY4B_31YPX-alXN82/s1600-h/102_0917.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251552513174017378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWCrvB280RAgfv8Um__dK5kM8AhisS3g3cwaFFLPJ1Q2lX_TWOtFkTlq5tr1ttU5zFe4C_uJ2Ow44fArde2YpYh9ON1ZvCKaYEB9S0UbMVzdxahXr7RhciNMYMJmnY4B_31YPX-alXN82/s400/102_0917.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Make a wish!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfZcBoF1QXLMIsS-cXy3ORKrNG-b7tNL2WkaDiuMCcKv8tbn-Gbq1VnStsyqqT1OuFC_9vM0bgjSWkzkLp_OoSbf1waPq1C20VCpZP1OSo2vkyYjD3DwIYWRxrGK5qH91gBODMHCo4XYN/s1600-h/102_0927.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251552519997833090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfZcBoF1QXLMIsS-cXy3ORKrNG-b7tNL2WkaDiuMCcKv8tbn-Gbq1VnStsyqqT1OuFC_9vM0bgjSWkzkLp_OoSbf1waPq1C20VCpZP1OSo2vkyYjD3DwIYWRxrGK5qH91gBODMHCo4XYN/s400/102_0927.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is how Wyatt felt about Rylee having another Birthday!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGRSQONATPncduvTUND60HvsRzZkwCLSiTSp_KqJ0wUJA3EASSWgkrFi_GIeYZWYCk8NCXFSMuCrqj0PuBUAb9PN5ytyZujww3B6XsULeoc9vA4_57Ne7abFqMIkAkn2Fg6nsyO6RQCHA0/s1600-h/102_0919.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251552530557441986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGRSQONATPncduvTUND60HvsRzZkwCLSiTSp_KqJ0wUJA3EASSWgkrFi_GIeYZWYCk8NCXFSMuCrqj0PuBUAb9PN5ytyZujww3B6XsULeoc9vA4_57Ne7abFqMIkAkn2Fg6nsyO6RQCHA0/s400/102_0919.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />He was soon over it when the cupcakes were served.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjco6gALYytiDPFG8q2uTSy9r7YhTbU0SOnaWsmhd-8T1L19utaim8WwB2EB2528JdL72QgEC6wqBD1xlVCUI195xAHPhypSYrDjCjIACyKH0CBZm3mKTPLmOP2VrWuWivRGI2HqalEeLxq/s1600-h/102_0929.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251552538422022354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjco6gALYytiDPFG8q2uTSy9r7YhTbU0SOnaWsmhd-8T1L19utaim8WwB2EB2528JdL72QgEC6wqBD1xlVCUI195xAHPhypSYrDjCjIACyKH0CBZm3mKTPLmOP2VrWuWivRGI2HqalEeLxq/s400/102_0929.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCKalLjqpU_izYayoWg8hZsTDxuY2PFcstDYo3KmsYUw-2wqw4mPZg0mhOG3EVPWkdd5ElUk3Rws2jFrJhtai5JXK8qA94-nSQ_iBWyyVPxEl6W7vLRgMwKqm80R-pGJCcxoRtC1bfFBk/s1600-h/102_0922.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251552547994946194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCKalLjqpU_izYayoWg8hZsTDxuY2PFcstDYo3KmsYUw-2wqw4mPZg0mhOG3EVPWkdd5ElUk3Rws2jFrJhtai5JXK8qA94-nSQ_iBWyyVPxEl6W7vLRgMwKqm80R-pGJCcxoRtC1bfFBk/s400/102_0922.JPG" border="0" /></a>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-45477989073780927122008-09-22T01:00:00.000-05:002008-09-21T21:05:24.771-05:00We are in FLORIDA - Happy Birthday Rylee<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy 3rd Birthday to our </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Sweet, Smart, Cute and Pretty,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Funny, Brave, Bold and Daring,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Our <span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;">little</span> on the outside, but <span style="color:#663366;">BIG </span>on the inside </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Darling Daughter, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">Rylee</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">We love you,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Mommy, Daddy and Bubber</span></div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-26693551400927466462008-09-19T21:31:00.000-05:002008-09-21T21:36:07.163-05:00FFF~~~~ HOPE ~~~~<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWUgbYYjyNnirxGOppX5eoh5SnpkIxu0z55pgJpBFFzqevYUSIDarEGQgP7tvUR2nGeiY_GW38uhqQWZIDtYfLbbw3VLpigrGthBZpgrBrKx4-KVmk9HsTuNzkVEzQ7qkAzUAxJrIYW7k/s1600-h/u10354020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248667956379073426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWUgbYYjyNnirxGOppX5eoh5SnpkIxu0z55pgJpBFFzqevYUSIDarEGQgP7tvUR2nGeiY_GW38uhqQWZIDtYfLbbw3VLpigrGthBZpgrBrKx4-KVmk9HsTuNzkVEzQ7qkAzUAxJrIYW7k/s400/u10354020.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">Dear God, </div><div align="center">Please strengthen me in your</div><div align="center">Faith, Peace, Love and HOPE.</div><div align="center">Amen!</div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-14027635971194692842008-09-17T09:56:00.000-05:002008-09-17T09:56:01.021-05:00What a funny puppy she is!!!!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">We love our puppy Molly, a.k.a. Little Miss Molly.<br /></div></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Of course she is still all puppy, with all the things that puppies do, but what a character she is. If you scold her for doing one of those things that puppies do, but should not be doing, she actually pouts and turns her head away and will not look at you. Here are a couple pictures that if you are a dog lover you might just get a chuckle out of.</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgfV4LPltjdAFxIAD8uHtVHR0ePy3Fd-ppLS9TEgvLk8IdiiLHZ-4eX_SSCLWX0sbl8JuI4Jc4d7bRN6QT-dvcDRMNDW5u15Pjgb5S9ukL46tz1-OYhTGlVM9USLWGSFW8Hj7k5GbaVZk/s1600-h/104_0484.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246759082753500178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgfV4LPltjdAFxIAD8uHtVHR0ePy3Fd-ppLS9TEgvLk8IdiiLHZ-4eX_SSCLWX0sbl8JuI4Jc4d7bRN6QT-dvcDRMNDW5u15Pjgb5S9ukL46tz1-OYhTGlVM9USLWGSFW8Hj7k5GbaVZk/s400/104_0484.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjTptwqHtqP_IXOTRqR46IEQyleMDI8DoyjOVTO8-8F2wupwtz6UvL8DMBHobIwHROYi4rQjGx-DMBIIgjp2QIdh8VkzGff6nke5A-HUazLKaGT1hzM2bNgIjIMJCGypsdbem5R0-9sME/s1600-h/104_0485.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246759088720467906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjTptwqHtqP_IXOTRqR46IEQyleMDI8DoyjOVTO8-8F2wupwtz6UvL8DMBHobIwHROYi4rQjGx-DMBIIgjp2QIdh8VkzGff6nke5A-HUazLKaGT1hzM2bNgIjIMJCGypsdbem5R0-9sME/s400/104_0485.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_5GS-ghYQY2BL-51UljjU7t6TC4rWUSB1FbyHZz9jLQryuW6J5gq7v6cRqb7OKZWVDpqr7OvgL5o9-gxG_UeK-shOOFpx63g6m1_vAEF8bUjFKkGtMocWFTlIyTnCkFgPS3PlTn-b5r0/s1600-h/104_0483.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246759094562088802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_5GS-ghYQY2BL-51UljjU7t6TC4rWUSB1FbyHZz9jLQryuW6J5gq7v6cRqb7OKZWVDpqr7OvgL5o9-gxG_UeK-shOOFpx63g6m1_vAEF8bUjFKkGtMocWFTlIyTnCkFgPS3PlTn-b5r0/s400/104_0483.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-85416063943331502252008-09-16T07:04:00.000-05:002008-09-16T09:55:07.587-05:00Rylee's Birthday Party - part A<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4459314d7a67784d673d3d0d0a&campaign=blog_playback_link&blogview=true" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Rylee's Birthday Party A" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4459314d7a67784d673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox slideshow</a></td></tr></table>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-4832721277763048632008-09-12T00:01:00.000-05:002008-09-12T00:01:00.163-05:00FFF = One Brand New Cutie of a Baby Girl<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVt9NAuwh1ZMLiUY8o9UzHTVEnL0Xowft_VKtp1AjKPoIjaAvtq5j3fhX_gmSIg4nz2M5pfeTLkmB05QwFPDgd6yLKomWI-rXdlOPhSi57poGEEzgiqvrkSWvEe_ubY6f6lTI6c0s9KrYO/s1600-h/Alexa3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244899259506509554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVt9NAuwh1ZMLiUY8o9UzHTVEnL0Xowft_VKtp1AjKPoIjaAvtq5j3fhX_gmSIg4nz2M5pfeTLkmB05QwFPDgd6yLKomWI-rXdlOPhSi57poGEEzgiqvrkSWvEe_ubY6f6lTI6c0s9KrYO/s400/Alexa3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Alexa Grace</span></div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-55664331325836254962008-09-11T03:23:00.003-05:002008-09-11T18:29:24.606-05:00A wedding and a baby!<div align="center">A wedding then a baby!<br /></div><div align="center">This past week has been very fulfilling, especially for our friends the Meunier's!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">First, Saturday we went to Kristy and Kevin's wedding in Evansville. What fun it was! Let me tell ya, the Meunier's really do have the best weddings. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The toast.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkaW266u39zKdymTiXFklCFKvhR4yjiUwoHkFzE6ZCVauUHrbEiNSxWLrKIVwEDJ5O4_QPeODNKuY-aYv_Mt_-xsypDRl-ZBCvNE8bvJKpAg5zYIA5ObqnBAf2tKnHizKEsqLMunjC3XCO/s1600-h/100_0444.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244889376790660178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkaW266u39zKdymTiXFklCFKvhR4yjiUwoHkFzE6ZCVauUHrbEiNSxWLrKIVwEDJ5O4_QPeODNKuY-aYv_Mt_-xsypDRl-ZBCvNE8bvJKpAg5zYIA5ObqnBAf2tKnHizKEsqLMunjC3XCO/s400/100_0444.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Kristy cutting loose</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOmR0Grku8vFWK7WC_L4Lq1M34ktt3Ei1uVtPfaE2ooFAneVDCjccNjCPWw2_0E5ByVCcY0O9tyByq8K-tGlgmwK7ziU7cyz5WfSClY01UtX4xvA2Di4yiL5KXXHZViLkS8Z91G2XmNAPG/s1600-h/100_0473.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244891294261081218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOmR0Grku8vFWK7WC_L4Lq1M34ktt3Ei1uVtPfaE2ooFAneVDCjccNjCPWw2_0E5ByVCcY0O9tyByq8K-tGlgmwK7ziU7cyz5WfSClY01UtX4xvA2Di4yiL5KXXHZViLkS8Z91G2XmNAPG/s400/100_0473.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Rylee dancing</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQgJ5wIpza1Bx-L3bkC5Vy-v-Vcnk0_rMXseBJ8DU68DhlRRBsf1rxC1ppRRkJLV6DQA1G9OSdfA_8dM8lheSZwMhmd4mriOwxUdjbOxn9tK5BjgjdreTpEYdQBRJH4dk6HW2xKuoXP_H/s1600-h/100_0435.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244889385505235618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQgJ5wIpza1Bx-L3bkC5Vy-v-Vcnk0_rMXseBJ8DU68DhlRRBsf1rxC1ppRRkJLV6DQA1G9OSdfA_8dM8lheSZwMhmd4mriOwxUdjbOxn9tK5BjgjdreTpEYdQBRJH4dk6HW2xKuoXP_H/s400/100_0435.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Wyatt being sandwiched by Kristy and Greg (Kristi's brother and Rylee's Godfather)</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTFLoj7KBn4nQuh1l7lXUbmEulCTl9lELdipncuO5rPYLCQ3iR-u3HErZCocsK2A5-bHn0PBsyA7pGVauF175_imYRg6eoGE1l8Jku-zP3dSVlqjuGvR05yboczt4g1UCNNGTitV0z59dQ/s1600-h/100_0465.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244889401984540642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTFLoj7KBn4nQuh1l7lXUbmEulCTl9lELdipncuO5rPYLCQ3iR-u3HErZCocsK2A5-bHn0PBsyA7pGVauF175_imYRg6eoGE1l8Jku-zP3dSVlqjuGvR05yboczt4g1UCNNGTitV0z59dQ/s400/100_0465.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Rylee and Greg, her Godfather</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOanxOouOxoWeqGa4w1aXdyPmk7M7FdvJGI-x_hvJGnmy7vp9F3NowY_wa8PeZRzrHxQqOAL6NfJ2k6WV_in3B80xqIEq8zXOFVvVb-86Olws4IAyqOg5va1TotA-_WMZzTeOlRYRQujzy/s1600-h/100_0454.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244889393555892658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOanxOouOxoWeqGa4w1aXdyPmk7M7FdvJGI-x_hvJGnmy7vp9F3NowY_wa8PeZRzrHxQqOAL6NfJ2k6WV_in3B80xqIEq8zXOFVvVb-86Olws4IAyqOg5va1TotA-_WMZzTeOlRYRQujzy/s400/100_0454.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Cori (Greg's Wife) made it through the wedding without going into labor. Hooray!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIfuSQ3cvjtanWnpZzlLXgdQyzA6oLmBsQYFJ14IUP4XevrWBoDDmg_5LvC0Ku7HJS7KWt97V4mwsjcENA3E4yaOIVhRgRy38Suksn85EteZunwQ-ZVhtKK9PmJmdEyWkdv1IBFE3u3Bs8/s1600-h/100_0469.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244891286127347922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIfuSQ3cvjtanWnpZzlLXgdQyzA6oLmBsQYFJ14IUP4XevrWBoDDmg_5LvC0Ku7HJS7KWt97V4mwsjcENA3E4yaOIVhRgRy38Suksn85EteZunwQ-ZVhtKK9PmJmdEyWkdv1IBFE3u3Bs8/s400/100_0469.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">BUT BARELY... </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wDe7OdAhWJQQkPTuu7zv1vWBQmoBuf4z7i0Y9eFoXLOBv-H0k5tKwDPZ0mI1MP9BWAKmeIINQdeVRBfl-y9oRCKMMjgizu6jaRT-8VOrtslhDi-S7oPUuUkLN_gOpPALQnn3hL4zD-6a/s1600-h/100_0479.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244891310700328722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wDe7OdAhWJQQkPTuu7zv1vWBQmoBuf4z7i0Y9eFoXLOBv-H0k5tKwDPZ0mI1MP9BWAKmeIINQdeVRBfl-y9oRCKMMjgizu6jaRT-8VOrtslhDi-S7oPUuUkLN_gOpPALQnn3hL4zD-6a/s400/100_0479.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Welcome to the world little Alexa Grace!</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Ljy3wCGiwSv0flrw3K3-kKGeRf1iYj649HFM8ugg1gLvAK4BzBT5cY_0F62__bh7Qb5X50vg-GN9CkCgn6C02NFmIhcLV-Kf7To3Y82wk-3KZKNA12HLF2Ust1UmNS9e8ra83bOaRkg6/s1600-h/100_0474.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244891298514459394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Ljy3wCGiwSv0flrw3K3-kKGeRf1iYj649HFM8ugg1gLvAK4BzBT5cY_0F62__bh7Qb5X50vg-GN9CkCgn6C02NFmIhcLV-Kf7To3Y82wk-3KZKNA12HLF2Ust1UmNS9e8ra83bOaRkg6/s400/100_0474.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Rylee loves her little "God Sister"</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTkRaK_PqX01mHn5tkQ8R3E5POB3d12LHi47oQphhwUZ-uyMBScUYGnARIW8kyEs6OP97QGmqf0J2TAW85Xg8Hf2btuuTG2PeJU7jDh37KDnNiRmVGp0rWODwI0-ddNLjcttV6yrgW4nt/s1600-h/100_0475.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244891301975696450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTkRaK_PqX01mHn5tkQ8R3E5POB3d12LHi47oQphhwUZ-uyMBScUYGnARIW8kyEs6OP97QGmqf0J2TAW85Xg8Hf2btuuTG2PeJU7jDh37KDnNiRmVGp0rWODwI0-ddNLjcttV6yrgW4nt/s400/100_0475.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-28702488056645093362008-09-05T17:54:00.000-05:002008-09-05T17:54:00.956-05:00Drum Roll on the aluminum cans~~~~<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCAA_vpSn23Ds2-zXaDVZ7EOY_AX7JAtk9Xxg8f9FUPzbekYWPw0pUYXQdeWt-IIGO54g7B9_0XQwVAKs5IWTK-R3zI3Ej66_OaTo0jVceBdnpduC4nZssVdeT0HcKjrmVUNu1NFGOv0xw/s1600-h/100_0377.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242645514498031266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCAA_vpSn23Ds2-zXaDVZ7EOY_AX7JAtk9Xxg8f9FUPzbekYWPw0pUYXQdeWt-IIGO54g7B9_0XQwVAKs5IWTK-R3zI3Ej66_OaTo0jVceBdnpduC4nZssVdeT0HcKjrmVUNu1NFGOv0xw/s400/100_0377.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>622 pounds of aluminum cans<br /></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>The dollar amount you ask ?!?!<br /></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>$404.30<br /></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Yep, it was worth it!</em></strong></span></div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-62868058312105949052008-09-05T05:14:00.000-05:002008-09-05T07:46:27.426-05:00FFF = OH BABY- MY BABIES !<div align="center">This photo was taken on my first visit with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Rylee</span> in Guatemala. </div><div align="center">This photo brings back so many memories.</div><div align="center">We stayed at the Marriott as most all adoptive parents. It was such an emotional time for me. I think mostly because it was just me and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rylee</span> on this visit. I remember having some concerns before I left... Wondering, could I love this little girl as much as I love my son? Before the point of actually meeting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Rylee</span>, I only had photos and I could not bring myself to bond through photos. It all did not seam believable until I saw her for myself. It did not take long AT ALL! My first call home to Craig he asked how everything was going. I broke down in tears and told him "I love this little girl so much!" It was so hard to leave her and the only way for me to keep my sanity was to plan my next visit trip when I got back home. I remember our Dinner time prayer every night always ended with Wyatt saying. "And please bring <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Rylee</span> home, soon, fast!" </div><div align="center">Isn't she adorable!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDvxIN7_t38DofW9uL_CZp5SQ5qASnSmz5aIOzQCvpy7xWAwXcNcaUtAuKqdDmS9kuz-wgNV9PrSls5YBZRM5QaYqOXe3V09nCWv6xQaSgoHTq2fIQN7xC18tYr7B4IagffMv50J3AO6m/s1600-h/100_1828.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242510263050965826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDvxIN7_t38DofW9uL_CZp5SQ5qASnSmz5aIOzQCvpy7xWAwXcNcaUtAuKqdDmS9kuz-wgNV9PrSls5YBZRM5QaYqOXe3V09nCWv6xQaSgoHTq2fIQN7xC18tYr7B4IagffMv50J3AO6m/s320/100_1828.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My little "Sweet Pea" Lion! </div><div align="center">Wyatt's first Halloween. </div><div align="center">I LOVE this photo!</div><div align="center">Huh, it's funny, his favorite animal is the Lion.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUV3jFBmyVmk8gcR9gv_CClpTSzuSBF4MeyDT4ZOnAvd20Bv9jKu6LhbvdoB3GpIpMqghrM6z73HeeAVIF8RWHggPiy1Ev10GiiCMTH6ArawvGVZ6RF-bktEa4ixt3je2u9X6WoVRLDcKc/s1600-h/Photo003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242510261013936322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUV3jFBmyVmk8gcR9gv_CClpTSzuSBF4MeyDT4ZOnAvd20Bv9jKu6LhbvdoB3GpIpMqghrM6z73HeeAVIF8RWHggPiy1Ev10GiiCMTH6ArawvGVZ6RF-bktEa4ixt3je2u9X6WoVRLDcKc/s320/Photo003.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-3119341469366020862008-09-02T06:27:00.009-05:002008-09-02T12:02:24.918-05:00This is about the coolest cat EV-ER!Ceafus has been with us since he was a kitten.<br /><br />I got him and his brother Bo from a former boss. I did not like him much as a kitten because he would let you pet him and be so very sweet and then turn into a little Jeckle kitty and attack. So many times I wanted to just pop him on the noggin but I knew if I did he would only get worse. I am glad I didn't. Now that I think about it he is at least 6 years old. WOW! He is a miracle kitty. I will tell you why.<br /><br />We bought our little house in 2001 and within the first year we had gone through several cats. The reason you ask... Our little house is on 6 acres but front and center of our property. Very front and too close to the county road. Most of our cats, like his brother Bo, have been hit by cars. Once we actually lost 2 kittens in one day. We think one got hit and the other one got nosey about what happened to his brother and ended up hit too. After we lost them we decided not to get anymore cats. Luckily we did still have Ceafus.<br /><br />The reason Ceafus is the coolest cat ever is because he is so much NOT like a cat. He walks around like he's Garfield or something. He does not fear people, the dogs or the goats. He doesn't even Meow normally.<br /><br />What I love the most about this cat is that he can make wherever he is laying look like the most comfortable spot in the world.<br /><br /><div align="center">Here's a little Ceafus for your day.</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6X-lgOrWFHHl2p078YYYjQY-lGHNWGNukjmeuHLjKHhTdtDEwPACw7ZTHpcLi8QWCXFwUA0pjS5Rpo3fKway8UlodCaU5L9iIVuBOhRV1j49YHI1dHxnmbKvlB0sG0hoI6GQCbfoj_je/s1600-h/100_0394.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241463833495817938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6X-lgOrWFHHl2p078YYYjQY-lGHNWGNukjmeuHLjKHhTdtDEwPACw7ZTHpcLi8QWCXFwUA0pjS5Rpo3fKway8UlodCaU5L9iIVuBOhRV1j49YHI1dHxnmbKvlB0sG0hoI6GQCbfoj_je/s320/100_0394.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJVOi9fQsw6X69-BFm17T9M81YOT54o5U62V1MGEE51vZydfYVFUqJa2I5lH-GTR6MWyj0knjfJJcC06z2HQbuzuCbg7sXvy3ub5uTkyuzbrbZpYkIunVhYuzhjt6Sm5eovgMK59eKD-D/s1600-h/100_0392.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241463844689279762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJVOi9fQsw6X69-BFm17T9M81YOT54o5U62V1MGEE51vZydfYVFUqJa2I5lH-GTR6MWyj0knjfJJcC06z2HQbuzuCbg7sXvy3ub5uTkyuzbrbZpYkIunVhYuzhjt6Sm5eovgMK59eKD-D/s320/100_0392.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4jtmqRa6-NnXAEnDHZt_qw40HVamO_O38M5rGUIg7W2Owcf8a6b9Z-2RsWbYwBfcfxZWEMSTucc8K8UXjpx3LUtGlGAomn1-HiOcLVa9WmlQeiwQpSjUUKEr5ib0mrav3Ixkq6aebPP0/s1600-h/100_0388.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241463835557714338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4jtmqRa6-NnXAEnDHZt_qw40HVamO_O38M5rGUIg7W2Owcf8a6b9Z-2RsWbYwBfcfxZWEMSTucc8K8UXjpx3LUtGlGAomn1-HiOcLVa9WmlQeiwQpSjUUKEr5ib0mrav3Ixkq6aebPP0/s320/100_0388.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkCb6ttFZauDJYC91pd3eQ271IXW8x-7XBq4yeMoANo7kJWy6zTFQ0CylJ2DiEQbjK7_foUMs_fcCU9lXiuIjLq32DGY4A8bqnWKGixGK6xczDvXdraBuh_ncEnaVcGzVbNr-9jZo9jPw/s1600-h/100_0390.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241463852451174898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkCb6ttFZauDJYC91pd3eQ271IXW8x-7XBq4yeMoANo7kJWy6zTFQ0CylJ2DiEQbjK7_foUMs_fcCU9lXiuIjLq32DGY4A8bqnWKGixGK6xczDvXdraBuh_ncEnaVcGzVbNr-9jZo9jPw/s320/100_0390.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz8GiYWNfGrYUWMEyvSlkEYxgFt3X0nTY2oeNVGoUvY09Ao6Px3OQY7lesTnv94BXB7MWF8QrgNDc-j2Dgq5Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-83216277734725457212008-08-26T02:05:00.004-05:002008-08-26T15:20:42.890-05:00The Word Among Us - A Guatemala ArticleIn "<a href="http://wau.org/archives/article/an_encounter_with_holiness/">The Word Among Us</a>" this month, there is an article on Guatemala.<br /><br />It amazed me how relative this article is to many of my Blogger Friends and Acquaintances. I had to share it with you. Many readers of this blog are parents of children born in Guatemala. Some are so connected by the adoption of their child they have devoted much of their time, giving monetarily, collecting medicines, clothing, school books and supplies and some, more now than ever, going on Mission trips to Guatemala. I want these people to know how proud I am to be among this "giving circle". Though I will not be traveling to Guatemala this time around, I will be praying for each of you on your mission!<br /><br />Bloggers on Missions<br /><br /><a href="http://princessellaruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-real-scared.html">Becca</a> & <a href="http://wwwjerseyboy.blogspot.com/">Greta Jo</a><br /><br /><a href="http://mommyslilblessings.blogspot.com/">Vanessa</a><br /><br /><a href="http://thejujucrew.blogspot.com/">Julie</a><br /><br /><a href="http://ourguatemalanbaby.blogspot.com/">Tricia</a> & <a href="http://kissthefrog4me.blogspot.com/">Sarah</a><br /><br /><a href="http://missiontopana.blogspot.com/">Cindy</a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Here's to you ladies!!!</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Q7rB4SjbP8oer8VDMdmTOpWX9tRRrqq0r_2qyBP2GzJ4_ILIV16bIeJZdNQ9ZwytT4O8ydd3ZSnKMLukgvnC_X5lXyS27-W_6jtcEPhY2P2JxrdHuLPQyKqejh7knHzqQnvarunuhFl9/s1600-h/images1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238917398580382546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Q7rB4SjbP8oer8VDMdmTOpWX9tRRrqq0r_2qyBP2GzJ4_ILIV16bIeJZdNQ9ZwytT4O8ydd3ZSnKMLukgvnC_X5lXyS27-W_6jtcEPhY2P2JxrdHuLPQyKqejh7knHzqQnvarunuhFl9/s320/images1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />An Encounter with Holiness<br />Finding God among Guatemala's Poor<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">By: Julie Pfitzinger</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We are seated on faded plastic chairs perched on the dirt floor of a one-room corrugated tin home. It belongs to Ovalia, a forty-three-year-old Guatemalan woman who is expecting her ninth child. Her face is lined, her hands rough. Her eyes are weary, but they seem to shine with an inner light.<br />Speaking quietly in Spanish to her five American visitors, Ovalia reveals the source of her light. “I put my faith in Mary,” she says. “I pray to her and feel her spirit. She understands the struggles of the women here.”<br />In these surroundings of unimaginable poverty, Ovalia’s love for our Blessed Mother shines out like a beacon in the darkness. I know I am encountering holiness, and I feel blessed. For me, this humble home is a stopping point on a unique journey: God is waiting to meet me in the lives of families like Ovalia’s.<br />Come and See! I had not imagined that my trip to Guatemala last year would be so rich in blessings. In fact, until just a few months before it, I had never thought of traveling there at all.<br />The invitation came during a conversation with two friends—Debby Grittner and Lorilee Petrangelo—at a coffee shop near our homes in Minnesota. All three of us graduated from a local high school run by the Sisters of the Visitation; we married and had children, but have kept in touch.<br />On that late August morning, my friends were telling heartbreaking stories about their recent mission trip to an impoverished region of Guatemala. Debby’s eyes glistened with tears as she spoke about the stark reality of families struggling every day for their survival. Food, clothing, education, medical care—none of our own children had ever lacked these essentials. But in San Pedro, an hour north of Guatemala City, it was the exact opposite. My friends’ encounters there had spurred them to action.<br />Lorilee told me how she felt called to establish a nonprofit health and wellness organization in San Pedro. Its name—the Grace Centre/Centro de Gracia—in honor of Baby Gracia, a little girl who died of malnutrition. Lorilee had met little Gracia on a previous trip. Spurred by that encounter, she was doing all she could to gather resources and spread the word about the community and its needs.<br />I was listening, riveted, when Lorilee asked an unexpected question: “Would you consider coming with us on our next trip to San Pedro?” My response was immediate and certain. Yes!<br />Never mind that at age forty-four, I had never traveled outside the United States and that I spoke approximately ten words of Spanish. Yes! As I drove home, I was filled with peace. I sensed that God had a special blessing waiting for me as I took this journey.<br />Visiting the Mothers. And so last March found me walking the desolate hills of San Pedro with Lorilee and Debby. Also with us were Debby’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Amanda, and Sr. Marie Thérèse Conaty, seventy-eight, a former teacher of ours.<br />Our mission was to visit the homes of women in two neighborhoods unlike any I had ever seen. Most of the residents are refugees from Hurricane Mitch, a devastating storm that ripped through Central America in 1998, killing thousands and forcing thousands more to settle far away from their extended families. All along our way we saw ramshackle tin houses, laundry lines of clothes sagging in the dusty breeze, piles of garbage, and thin streams of raw sewage by the road.<br />Many residents of this area attend Our Lady of the Rosary Catholic Church. Its pastor, Padre Mario Ochoa, is a compassionate servant who is well aware that physical poverty is not the only cause of his people’s suffering. There is also the pain caused by emotional poverty—especially among the women.<br />They welcome Padre Mario’s invitation to visit with us. They want their stories to be heard.<br />Stories from San Pedro. We listen to Ovalia, whose children range in age from four to eighteen. Ovalia’s husband rides the “chicken bus” daily into Guatemala City to sell ice cream. Ovalia is afraid he will abandon her some day, a fear shared by many Guatemalan women. She is grateful, though, to be married to “a man who does not drink and does not abuse me”—a statement we find profoundly disturbing.<br />Graciela, a young Mayan mother who lives nearby, has six children and sells handmade tortillas in San Pedro. She has virtually no education; when she was seven, she was sent to work in the fields, where she was raped by her uncle. “I feel like I never deserved to live,” she says. Her husband has a job, but like Ovalia’s, he is away from morning till night.<br />Maria del Rosario is a beautiful young woman, but her face cannot hide her anxiety and depression. Her husband has gone to the United States in an attempt to get a job that will allow him to support her and the children. Although he does send money, Maria is realizing that he will probably never return. This breaks her heart—and leaves her fearful about being a woman on her own. She feels isolated and longs for connection and friendship.<br />All the women’s stories reveal the emotional issues that weigh heavily on the people here, along with malnutrition, illness, and the lack of clean water. We leave San Pedro committed to take these stories back home to help convince others to support Grace Centre/Centro de Gracia so that medical professionals and social workers will be given the resources they need to serve these devastated families.<br />Two Photos. Prior to the trip, I had tucked a photo of my husband and two children into my purse. I planned to show it to the women we were going to meet to indicate—where my Spanish would fail me—that I also was a mother.<br />When I showed the picture to Ovalia, she studied it intently. Then she asked if she could keep it. “No one has ever given me a gift like this before,” she said.<br />I was overwhelmed at Ovalia’s response. Despite the great differences between us, she saw me as a friend. In that moment, I felt the Lord making a profound connection between our lives.<br />I like to think that Ovalia looks at my family picture often. For my part, I keep a photo of her and her beautiful children on my bulletin board. Every day it reminds me of one of the most powerful moments of my mission trip.<br />“The Lord Was There.” It was, as Sr. Marie Thérèse said of our whole time in Guatemala, “a new and profound way” of meeting God. “The Lord was there in our coming together, and there was no difference between our poverty and theirs.”<br />I am so grateful that God made it possible for me to say yes to this extraordinary experience. It lives on in my heart, and although I am far away, the San Pedro community is always in my prayers. I join with Ovalia in spirit, asking Mary to be close to her and all the mothers of Guatemala, who are in such need of her love and protection.<br />Julie Pfitzinger lives in West Saint Paul, Minnesota. Since her visit, generous donations have enabled the Grace Centre board to purchase land and equipment for a park. Other projects are underway. For more information about Grace Centre </span><a title="click here" href="http://www.thegracecentre.org/"><span style="font-size:85%;">click here</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-4022181449321969502008-08-25T06:40:00.000-05:002008-08-25T11:01:07.515-05:00A Little RY-OLLY Cuteness!No, I did not tie a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pork chop</span> around my daughter to get these clips! <br /><br />This is true "PUPPY <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LOVIN</span>" !<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzbvXsbZ8xIusA463LdzxyGQ7BmnKa2vooHyLLmS1HtFp9q2BbZTq-gdtk9eWMsSUQIA0yFr-VkaspZeS2AgA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Now, if this one doesn't make you chuckle,<br />I am sure it will at least make you smile!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx1p-EHxBaX5XCEhUK0VclosinaI4f6JmJQycax8voEB2FduEyWCHgX936mQhRut1u0ryvN97NLe5ADbTc_iw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-74964136722667493832008-08-22T06:41:00.001-05:002008-08-22T12:03:08.789-05:00FFF = Friends, the four legged one!Rylee loves Molly. Period!<br /><div>From when she wakes in the morning, until bed time, </div><div>Molly is her main concern.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dU4Akkz2Wo1rayXrOIL4w-RBciwCQNFnnpygSswjvX_-E8gZgVV19YG9UhaeuLsmT1NtIJ6XaR7BGKSkXX0oLsMr4Jh7P8Bil6cHVWwtjSl8qj2bWr176YGcVj2TRBYEbVqUyxNLLdmV/s1600-h/100_0410.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237384081719880162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dU4Akkz2Wo1rayXrOIL4w-RBciwCQNFnnpygSswjvX_-E8gZgVV19YG9UhaeuLsmT1NtIJ6XaR7BGKSkXX0oLsMr4Jh7P8Bil6cHVWwtjSl8qj2bWr176YGcVj2TRBYEbVqUyxNLLdmV/s320/100_0410.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Tickle, tickle!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4eYvVpybLWlR78Bbf_GaMsm4W4rMaYBl2cTOWQXM_QvVFcolQEvjHblHbiXmK3u9euWsAGhAv42tOTAzKNjqKInb3ebmlL2ubY9LHsahJNLE5XCYJFW1x4tausHMd3JScKUd_tnBu7k8b/s1600-h/100_0412.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237384090851640034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4eYvVpybLWlR78Bbf_GaMsm4W4rMaYBl2cTOWQXM_QvVFcolQEvjHblHbiXmK3u9euWsAGhAv42tOTAzKNjqKInb3ebmlL2ubY9LHsahJNLE5XCYJFW1x4tausHMd3JScKUd_tnBu7k8b/s320/100_0412.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Puppy kisses!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNvmG-toFL5ZqEDO06TvgcgndpXXX26_yg_szbtAkFB5hglANeb6baP93BGRgai5GC8vulkg2r76mGKjoiIxVIOVb-TqX60G3Qik856nQzq2_pIGO3oGYIbWKlWcOynrS_pKTQfhyphenhyphenp_XC8/s1600-h/100_0409.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237384082799341026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNvmG-toFL5ZqEDO06TvgcgndpXXX26_yg_szbtAkFB5hglANeb6baP93BGRgai5GC8vulkg2r76mGKjoiIxVIOVb-TqX60G3Qik856nQzq2_pIGO3oGYIbWKlWcOynrS_pKTQfhyphenhyphenp_XC8/s320/100_0409.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Molly loves Rylee too!Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-7315732564805668952008-08-20T18:59:00.000-05:002008-08-20T18:59:01.074-05:00Cans, cans and more cans!<div align="center">First thing I MUST say is these photos do not give justice!</div><div align="center">As the summer ends, so does the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">accumulation</span> of aluminum cans. </div><div align="center">Some of you know, some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span>. We have received ALL the aluminum cans collected from our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">place</span> of employment(=HINT) this summer. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Hint!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnI8HqZ5D7ztTGz54uNZIWbOX4VcIXX-VX1l2M6HTjp-vzbec92YbZQ4VSVa66M2an4gaWmh1hsx9RvD4PeTeFYfbOTvyzVeM6snsTlDE2K7ppFXCuGa1FyRaXOibUEbrJAQUSYF5fG25-/s1600-h/100_0373.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236626241154094210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnI8HqZ5D7ztTGz54uNZIWbOX4VcIXX-VX1l2M6HTjp-vzbec92YbZQ4VSVa66M2an4gaWmh1hsx9RvD4PeTeFYfbOTvyzVeM6snsTlDE2K7ppFXCuGa1FyRaXOibUEbrJAQUSYF5fG25-/s320/100_0373.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Somehow, Craig and I come up with these bright ideas of saving money and?or making money plans. The thing is it always ends up being a lot more work that originally thought. </div><div align="center">So, after 30+ hours of opening garbage bags of sticky and a bit nasty cans, pulling off the tabs then <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">rebagging</span> the cans. We do see light at the end of the tunnel! <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">HOORAY</span>!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This is me taking tabs off cans. </div><div align="center">Tabs to the left of me, cans to the right.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2q_9qd1fOefsne8BWAjK_Q8XUJca86ghPNjDMRL2_r_A7VSXtjM2kN_ssGn1RmzjgaW6YgUsRgmmEnPMWocvEGICLjVpuJBEWb-05lLcuhCv7pk5ewHDcFmRdqF2LXA4dvqUmBhpDRiFw/s1600-h/100_0384.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236626272397274098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2q_9qd1fOefsne8BWAjK_Q8XUJca86ghPNjDMRL2_r_A7VSXtjM2kN_ssGn1RmzjgaW6YgUsRgmmEnPMWocvEGICLjVpuJBEWb-05lLcuhCv7pk5ewHDcFmRdqF2LXA4dvqUmBhpDRiFw/s320/100_0384.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">rebagged</span> cans. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Yippee</span>, all finished!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoATAvUBD0ab4TLqzanf0VV847zLvdOJ0By0PcBfmxWsXDy0g5xJYPp1QxhJAXaK2J4ovZRkZem0ErY4OXtPqq81p9ODBAJjuO1JlC2Nrw1MtAgQ8zMuoJZb519lISAu8u2j4-H-xLSKO/s1600-h/100_0381.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236626250553793730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoATAvUBD0ab4TLqzanf0VV847zLvdOJ0By0PcBfmxWsXDy0g5xJYPp1QxhJAXaK2J4ovZRkZem0ErY4OXtPqq81p9ODBAJjuO1JlC2Nrw1MtAgQ8zMuoJZb519lISAu8u2j4-H-xLSKO/s320/100_0381.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Tabs total... about a 3 gallon bucket full!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiSSo8fdeHr35k7xnixFHAzM9OcXBsOihiNGgV4T5NfIotByDJkH1hwHjCkBdRdE41JxcWxQyYQQbRvZCXIh3h1eiYrYG7rzAfh6OtWs_n785O1ty6QuW6gs9R5Kx7xgRT3BuNBYKDuzE5/s1600-h/100_0379.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236626284479907330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiSSo8fdeHr35k7xnixFHAzM9OcXBsOihiNGgV4T5NfIotByDJkH1hwHjCkBdRdE41JxcWxQyYQQbRvZCXIh3h1eiYrYG7rzAfh6OtWs_n785O1ty6QuW6gs9R5Kx7xgRT3BuNBYKDuzE5/s320/100_0379.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Was it all worth it? To be continued.</div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-16630075790226340092008-08-20T06:22:00.000-05:002008-08-20T10:40:20.619-05:00PIF pay off - CRAFT TIME !<div align="center">We received a package Saturday and what a sweet treat! </div><div align="center">Thank you <a href="http://memeandmonkey.blogspot.com/">Hannah, Greg, Dmitry and Sophia</a>. </div><div align="center">What awesome crafts. </div><div align="center">Let the fun begin!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHlMQKG4v3sVvyz9sT4s17PRj_sm73sx2Jqp9RHRK6uv8irXZ6PYjPGxMjK6xsG2KGTbCTbCW914pXR6ajUlZrUSuHjd5RQa7CVZRUWziBSz9sMutlhBFIbi8OTcee0g7kxFSQK_E4aS1u/s1600-h/100_0400.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236622901581808546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHlMQKG4v3sVvyz9sT4s17PRj_sm73sx2Jqp9RHRK6uv8irXZ6PYjPGxMjK6xsG2KGTbCTbCW914pXR6ajUlZrUSuHjd5RQa7CVZRUWziBSz9sMutlhBFIbi8OTcee0g7kxFSQK_E4aS1u/s320/100_0400.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Crafts are a family favorite!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3Y2PaS5t2aHVDqDN7vmYulM1iZ227EqzNT7MClKZvIrDVlzoKpfVRvUEueYQrQ4sDaGXN45qjZ3sbwi_PtMEpzZ_7z0dqys0vJqVZ9n5IoR-f-9xJAvBuJ5EjOG5kxFG2a8zKup080Kx/s1600-h/100_0403.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236622929131767186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3Y2PaS5t2aHVDqDN7vmYulM1iZ227EqzNT7MClKZvIrDVlzoKpfVRvUEueYQrQ4sDaGXN45qjZ3sbwi_PtMEpzZ_7z0dqys0vJqVZ9n5IoR-f-9xJAvBuJ5EjOG5kxFG2a8zKup080Kx/s320/100_0403.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Look at this face. Where did my baby boy go? </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOWMKBUBbqYCdcncPycxNlT40_mHGIWInhohvl7QG2u766ywaUU_a_Bis141EpulnZvhaDiugVG8GWMkdqNigaSc63gXEMLHijb7Id113sBftsQKyZjCtadn4xtaJgjAmC3Wq4KdTXONP/s1600-h/100_0407.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236622946017340306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOWMKBUBbqYCdcncPycxNlT40_mHGIWInhohvl7QG2u766ywaUU_a_Bis141EpulnZvhaDiugVG8GWMkdqNigaSc63gXEMLHijb7Id113sBftsQKyZjCtadn4xtaJgjAmC3Wq4KdTXONP/s320/100_0407.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Rylee having too much fun. She is my little artsy child. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj782txyfybsXuj2YwT7li24wZkTZ0RW_agEw5f58zQNfC7FHmdWhndt1Csh9PRr4MFAL_VGG3xOs5ZP6UuSHUYpo_mdclCzNppDqO267dD6EJD1C40Fut4Ko55T-6LuQ0-ojw-WS3wFldV/s1600-h/100_0404.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236622957918385346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj782txyfybsXuj2YwT7li24wZkTZ0RW_agEw5f58zQNfC7FHmdWhndt1Csh9PRr4MFAL_VGG3xOs5ZP6UuSHUYpo_mdclCzNppDqO267dD6EJD1C40Fut4Ko55T-6LuQ0-ojw-WS3wFldV/s320/100_0404.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-21255367632743744672008-08-15T06:41:00.000-05:002008-08-15T08:07:28.959-05:00FFF = Back to School & Loving it!<div align="center">First day of class.</div><div align="center">Wyatt and his teacher Mrs. Richard.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdVWjK2EQvr3HuolpYcHPz_g9saHbzLpFdbQ7gUSZgr7pEQ5-UffXfvWXFxz-tgiKW1rPsh0PzROkRGx7fvs8hRHmI6ryIGClc5_9WP2U9TU3malEfkQc7_CYnmNykzbr4S-VTO-OOQhJ/s1600-h/100_0365.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234724298431622338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdVWjK2EQvr3HuolpYcHPz_g9saHbzLpFdbQ7gUSZgr7pEQ5-UffXfvWXFxz-tgiKW1rPsh0PzROkRGx7fvs8hRHmI6ryIGClc5_9WP2U9TU3malEfkQc7_CYnmNykzbr4S-VTO-OOQhJ/s200/100_0365.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The Pledge of Allegiance. Awww!</div><div align="center">Wyatt is in the very back behind the </div><div align="center">curly haired blond boy (Aiden, Wyatt's buddy)</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5iq-2JoQvHgOZ5uhLaZE9Oghe9N8QVnYLL4nCf0Q51d1qZTwNiLlbCPMiH1AqzFmiQbyyagqfcRGCCt3otqTS0SmcaNJ8zOU5P-fZnsiUHoddz5ntFozJ7KzyHsdpx5MCdalvQ-hhscZH/s1600-h/100_0367.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234725190202672546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5iq-2JoQvHgOZ5uhLaZE9Oghe9N8QVnYLL4nCf0Q51d1qZTwNiLlbCPMiH1AqzFmiQbyyagqfcRGCCt3otqTS0SmcaNJ8zOU5P-fZnsiUHoddz5ntFozJ7KzyHsdpx5MCdalvQ-hhscZH/s200/100_0367.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Rylee and her teacher Mrs. Jennifer.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSkzlwU3npEUVPbFvsuSKk8EFHCKBO05UhUg4sG3PWwtcdIWCH2aWvjFYj8DVJtlZ8vVVOVbwC2bMxZO89_XZAvBjGm8F0ePDKLi8gLcgOCn7TKMLh5FPPnjk7QCQ9wEATJGsMUdzNNIxW/s1600-h/100_0366.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234724300773114802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSkzlwU3npEUVPbFvsuSKk8EFHCKBO05UhUg4sG3PWwtcdIWCH2aWvjFYj8DVJtlZ8vVVOVbwC2bMxZO89_XZAvBjGm8F0ePDKLi8gLcgOCn7TKMLh5FPPnjk7QCQ9wEATJGsMUdzNNIxW/s200/100_0366.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Circle time!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fYHmp-7jLjaEjiUAXINhw_y4F7edTVIsyQTGdzOyaF_od_tAfe0qxSLvstkBGED1o2A3qQGhyphenhyphenyG-NMQRtdgDR9fw929v2NTJ0TESB3Z6MAT7DMaT_Mu8cEj8oYQnO0K8OH9pynrfLjPP/s1600-h/100_0368.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234724313800066434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fYHmp-7jLjaEjiUAXINhw_y4F7edTVIsyQTGdzOyaF_od_tAfe0qxSLvstkBGED1o2A3qQGhyphenhyphenyG-NMQRtdgDR9fw929v2NTJ0TESB3Z6MAT7DMaT_Mu8cEj8oYQnO0K8OH9pynrfLjPP/s200/100_0368.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Things are going well and it is very obvious that Rylee LOVES school! She has come home every day full of excitement and information of what she did that day. I have also been corresponding with Mrs Jennifer through e-mails and I have heard there is a little boy named Jake that Rylee has made friends with. Oh, Boy! </div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-43483723403574709952008-08-12T09:15:00.001-05:002008-08-12T14:03:22.643-05:00First day of school blues :(Oh, not them, it's me!<br /><br />Wyatt has been wanting to go back to St. Bernard School for at least over a month. I would wake him in the mornings throughout out the summer and the first thing he would ask " Where am I going today?" (The poor little guy has been asking me that since I went back to work.) The answer usually was not what he wanted to hear and when it wasn't, he would protest then ask how many more days until he could go back. I don't know where he gets that from, because I don't ever remember me being fond of school and my MIL told me that she had to drag Craig out from under the bed to get him to his first day of Kindergarten.<br /><br />I tip-toed into Wyatt's room this morning, sat on the edge of his bed and whispered "Wyatt, it's time to get up. Today is your first day of Kindergarten." He immediately sat strait up and asked where his clothes were. WOW!<br /><br />Then to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Rylee's</span> room. Same thing, tip-toed in, sat on the edge of the bed, gently whispered "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rylee</span>, it's time to get up. It's your first day of preschool at St. Bernard." From her I get " I tired, I want to sleepy" Much more coaxing later, she is up and just as excited as Wyatt. I am sure she was thinking if Brother is this excited it must be something totally cool.<br /><br />They were both so excited especially Wyatt, by the time we left the house he ended with a tummy ache.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQExZAXo2LFW-o9SWUDg6j7NqkyBIluGsxflJFoOsjAnNB-1gS3y2HPl0Pm1sP_g_lP3jDFsCZm0t-DldMGcsweRCntUgzWOzz1Bo-E6sNiIl2ji9V3Vgf35LdSmXisT4jgmMqyXgHmxdu/s1600-h/100_0361.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233705337091982722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQExZAXo2LFW-o9SWUDg6j7NqkyBIluGsxflJFoOsjAnNB-1gS3y2HPl0Pm1sP_g_lP3jDFsCZm0t-DldMGcsweRCntUgzWOzz1Bo-E6sNiIl2ji9V3Vgf35LdSmXisT4jgmMqyXgHmxdu/s320/100_0361.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Who wants to go to school?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeFW7IjanBPAG_2Stvq29hfO9PVr-jqhIDaUytBdufViZdY1nu9stL6WmUGAHurD4LLwn_O6IQvdfqdxQC9AIyhzz6Ld241vumNhI10SkbtP9HxLBuVdrU_xGvRQYO0v0RmeUkipwF8pgb/s1600-h/100_0363.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233705340795889890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeFW7IjanBPAG_2Stvq29hfO9PVr-jqhIDaUytBdufViZdY1nu9stL6WmUGAHurD4LLwn_O6IQvdfqdxQC9AIyhzz6Ld241vumNhI10SkbtP9HxLBuVdrU_xGvRQYO0v0RmeUkipwF8pgb/s320/100_0363.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">I love <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Rylee's</span> look in this one. </div><div align="center">Total Admiration!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Oh yeah, the "blues" part of the post...</div><div align="center">Whine, whine, sniffle, sniffle! </div><div align="center">My babies are not babies anymore.</div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-10055925941010047202008-08-08T06:15:00.004-05:002008-08-08T14:40:48.003-05:00FFF = FVF of My Little Starlet!Rylee loves to perform in front of my camera and sing songs. She is so cute and tries so hard to do a good job. The problem is she is so hard on herself when she forgets the words that I try to avoid it. This little performance took 6 takes before SHE was happy with the results. So this is another thing I worry about ... Rylee's self esteem.<br />But what a cutie she is!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwwGuWUO3-M5gK-yRGx1Z0CD2F8KWhSMehm3tMMhn0ZAImPI0e-4x-r3dhhPayq6xDYuWUp-DL4r9ZW0kg5CQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-38438299044436987392008-08-05T21:22:00.002-05:002008-08-06T11:20:57.907-05:00The Brilliant Blogger Award!<strong>I have been tagged by my sweet friend </strong><a href="http://princessellaruth.blogspot.com/"><strong>Becca</strong></a><strong>. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Okay so here is how this thing works:<br />1st I have to answer a little questionnaire thing which is pretty much all about ME! </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Then I have to choose 7 bloggers who I feel are BRILLIANT (see list below) and I give them the award. They will post their own answers to the questionnaire on their own blog and they will choose 7 more recipients. And so it goes!</strong><br /><strong>This is pretty good timing since I have noticed I have not shared much other than photos lately. So, here it goes!</strong><br /><br /><strong>A - Attached or single?<br />Attached </strong><br /><br /><strong>B - Best friend?<br />This is tricky. I have "situation" best friends like </strong><br /><div><strong>My best man friend - My husband - Craig</strong></div><div><strong>My best boy friend - Wyatt </strong></div><div><strong>My best girl friend - Rylee</strong></div><div><strong>Long time best friend since we were 12 - Tina</strong><br /><strong>My work best friend - Sam Ram</strong><br /><strong>My neighborhood best friend - Kelly</strong><br /><strong>My Blogger best friend - YOU! Yes, you!</strong><br /><strong>The list goes on and on but </strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>My best all time friend ever, God!</strong></em></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>C - Cake or pie?<br />CAKE</strong><br /><br /><strong>D - Day of choice?<br />Saturday</strong><br /><br /><strong>E - Essential item?<br />Caffeine in the form of a coffee cup and a Pepsi can</strong><br /><br /><strong>F - Favorite color?<br />GREEN</strong><br /><br /><strong>G - Gummy bears or worms?<br />Bears</strong><br /><br /><strong>H - Hometown?<br />Louisville, KY</strong><br /><br /><strong>I - Indulgence?<br />Carmel Frapichino from Starbucks</strong><br /><br /><strong>J - January or July?</strong><br /><strong>January is my birthday so I should pick that one but </strong><br /><strong>now that I am older and do not wish to celebrate my birthdays </strong><br /><strong>I will pick July. Plus July has much nicer weather and the </strong><br /><strong>kids are out of school.</strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><strong></strong><strong>K - Kids?<br />2 wonderful little ones that I love more than words could tell </strong><br /><strong>and they also drive me crazy too.</strong><br /><br /><strong>L - Life is not complete without?<br />My family</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>M - Marriage date?<br />September 15, 2001. 4 days after 9/11</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>N - Number of brothers & sisters?<br />One brother a year older then me. a.k.a. Uncle Shawn</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>O - Oranges or apples?<br />APPLES are less messy but if you are talking about juices definitely Orange.</strong><br /><br /><strong>P - Phobias?<br />Guns - I shake at the sight of them. When I was 3 I got a hold of my dad's gun and shot myself in the leg. Big ugly scar and probably why I don't like guns.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Q - Quotes?<br />"Educate a boy, you educate a man. Educate a girl, you educate a nation!"</strong><br /><br /><strong>R - Reasons to smile? </strong><br /><strong>Acknowledging all the blessings I have in my life.</strong><br /><br /><strong>S - Season of choice?<br />Fall but now what comes after it.</strong><br /><br /><strong>T - Tag seven peeps! (see below)</strong><br /><br /><strong>U - Unknown fact about me?<br />I am a worry wort. I try not to be but cannot help myself. Sometimes it irritates my husband and I have to remind him I really can not help myself. Especially when it comes to the kids. It is going to be a difficult long road for me and my son mostly. Because he is all boy and wants to do boy things and I tend to shelter and hover over him. I pray that I can overcome this before he ends up resenting me. </strong><br /><br /><strong>V - Vegetable?<br />Salad - green leafy stuff</strong><br /><br /><strong>W - Worst habits?<br />my computer addiction</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>X - X-ray or ultrasound?<br />Ultrasound sounds more inviting to me</strong><br /><br /><strong>Y - Your favorite food?<br />Santa Fe Chicken Salad from Applebee's</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Z - Zodiac sign?<br />Aquarius</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>These are the Blogs I have tagged as Brilliant. </strong><br /><strong>They may or may not have been tagged already and </strong><br /><strong>they may or may not want to participate,</strong><br /><strong>either way I believe they are BRILLIANT!</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://casadesion.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">http://casadesion.blogspot.com/</span></a><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><a href="http://adailyscoop.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">http://adailyscoop.blogspot.com/</span></a><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><a href="http://memeandmonkey.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">http://memeandmonkey.blogspot.com/</span></a><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><a href="http://princessellaruth.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">http://princessellaruth.blogspot.com/</span></a><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><a href="http://wwwjerseyboy.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">http://wwwjerseyboy.blogspot.com/</span></a><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><a href="http://warnerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">http://warnerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/</span></a><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><a href="http://sweetbabycecilia.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">http://sweetbabycecilia.blogspot.com/</span></a></div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-75893149735607398832008-08-05T18:24:00.001-05:002008-08-05T18:24:23.864-05:00A Disney Birthday for Rylee!<strong>I have not posted much going ons lately. I have been working and in my spare time working on our trip plans to Disney World. </strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">That's right! </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">We Are Going to DISNEY! </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Woo Hoo!</span> </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxkeJ28qI9Dyy2GnMJyI9i2SB9O8uWoRQwT7PNygxonYMJgOhODzivdExzR-zHBSuLl-dB_nAJgcWQA3JhJohloOBRi4Mi1g-0DCLB9lxUPtim-TJ1hcJGaxcXRuo6bk5KOPFrsJXp4Jp/s1600-h/background_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231172438916315026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxkeJ28qI9Dyy2GnMJyI9i2SB9O8uWoRQwT7PNygxonYMJgOhODzivdExzR-zHBSuLl-dB_nAJgcWQA3JhJohloOBRi4Mi1g-0DCLB9lxUPtim-TJ1hcJGaxcXRuo6bk5KOPFrsJXp4Jp/s320/background_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><strong>It was an on again off again start. But all my logical convincing got me the official "OK, let's go." from Craig and it has been a whirl wind of planning since. </strong><br /><br /><br /><strong>We will be there for Rylee's 3rd Birthday next month. </strong><br /><br /><strong>I am doing all I can to BUDGET wisely and if anyone has any major pointers. </strong><br /><br /><strong>Please let us know!</strong><br /><br /><br /><strong>We will be arriving a few days before Rylee's Birthday so that helps because children under 3 are free in all the parks.We will also be staying in a cabin at Fort Wilderness which is really good because they actually have full kitchens. That will save us on those $20.00+ each meal out. </strong><br /><br /><br /><strong>The kids are so excited but not nearly as excited as me and Mammaw. Yep, Mammaw will be going too. We will all be flying out together but Mammaw will be heading home before us. While we are in Florida we want to take the kids to the Gulf for a few days too. </strong>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-69092486419080434032008-08-01T17:27:00.004-05:002008-08-01T17:42:05.204-05:00FFF - This is all about Rylee and HER hair!<div align="center">This little girl has the craziest hair anyway. </div><div align="center">She will be able to do some wacky things with it when she gets older too! </div><div align="center">Oh wow, that will be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">scary</span>!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rylee</span> making a silly face right before a well needed bang trim.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheY84EvKn8pGYT_OR6t3jsuR3G4ZzhJcJmM1EVz61waDpbfNvypBuO4spj1DNKTMUxnuRZJFXNAgE7HxQmYl4J1AryhhpbulQg3g9w5X1Jx-osBHKUPYGJMzjyBbI91UWWp3xciI82NaVy/s1600-h/100_2619.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229682703973768258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheY84EvKn8pGYT_OR6t3jsuR3G4ZzhJcJmM1EVz61waDpbfNvypBuO4spj1DNKTMUxnuRZJFXNAgE7HxQmYl4J1AryhhpbulQg3g9w5X1Jx-osBHKUPYGJMzjyBbI91UWWp3xciI82NaVy/s320/100_2619.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">She is eating breakfast, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Eggies</span>" as she calls them.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBoWfHYAxnjYDns1XwiQ-A3LIxnDdWCNuUaH_f-pQiCA_YaxrO8s0NqBPpb-ehnqVuw8_Iy29kW3CjnKThGaA-j5GEkJbyeyXDN9jvELv_0v9RyWPngA9PbYxuYqRDkotuB9va3nkMUg5x/s1600-h/March+2008+007c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229680621101198562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBoWfHYAxnjYDns1XwiQ-A3LIxnDdWCNuUaH_f-pQiCA_YaxrO8s0NqBPpb-ehnqVuw8_Iy29kW3CjnKThGaA-j5GEkJbyeyXDN9jvELv_0v9RyWPngA9PbYxuYqRDkotuB9va3nkMUg5x/s320/March+2008+007c.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-52686149303372727082008-07-28T23:58:00.001-05:002008-07-29T14:30:44.588-05:00And the winners are... !!!First,I will start with the puppy's name. Thank you to all that gave some ideas and <a href="http://wwwjerseyboy.blogspot.com/">Greta Jo</a>, you won that one!<br /><br />When we got our little puppy she was actually already named Molly but we did not like that name for her and we wanted to wait until the kids could help with the final decision.<br />After 2 days of pondering we have decided to name her Molly. Yes, back to Molly and now that we have had her with us for a week, Molly does fit her personality.<br />I had hoped to have a couple of video clips for you but Blogger is not agreeing with me.<br />But here are a couple of new pics of Molly!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAV49b8hCVe9cUXFa7yBxk3whWzoz73Wpy68OWVYvGCLrckFA6mAbBuu2ciQ4JvE9nTS7VQkaEepWIubrom9zsaKokUC89VquLs405cc6tVs5fHoeKirmm6mK4xAwDaJYcMx7PbSnUC-z7/s1600-h/PICT0003_edited.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228502827270478002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAV49b8hCVe9cUXFa7yBxk3whWzoz73Wpy68OWVYvGCLrckFA6mAbBuu2ciQ4JvE9nTS7VQkaEepWIubrom9zsaKokUC89VquLs405cc6tVs5fHoeKirmm6mK4xAwDaJYcMx7PbSnUC-z7/s320/PICT0003_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg11DKf98wTj4z1RkHlhtZ2zKZS6JO55RicCMw06rA85hJFUG_FIVvw9WN9AfcbD350jeM9knltM6xjEIxxkrsIy0cf8-Iwqauw0fhgtE7QR42tjJRG_fN2rwIp7vYELWufDxarnS0VqmjF/s1600-h/PICT0007_edited.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228502833487395986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg11DKf98wTj4z1RkHlhtZ2zKZS6JO55RicCMw06rA85hJFUG_FIVvw9WN9AfcbD350jeM9knltM6xjEIxxkrsIy0cf8-Iwqauw0fhgtE7QR42tjJRG_fN2rwIp7vYELWufDxarnS0VqmjF/s320/PICT0007_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wyatt and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Rylee</span> both love her so much!<br /><br /><br />The winners of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">PIF</span> are...<br /><br /><a href="http://becky-julianaamaya.blogspot.com/">Becky</a><br /><a href="http://guatemama-leslie.blogspot.com/">Leslie</a><br /><a href="http://warnerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/">Stacey</a><br /><br />You guys are so lucky! I already have what I will be mailing you ready! So, send me your address and I will mail them to you. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kaynig</span> @ Yahoo. com.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I have to post some pics of my kids too... So...</div><div align="center"><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Rylee</span> dancing in the kitchen<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LxJpDtHyKj4koATei-k_JK4x5FH2M-GwdPgqlO9O2W54r7FzcpiHtx0tLYhERCBG5tgEhltJ90GLB3ONjDRGz-Hk0M4Y3CzwuMxtlXjmyuiOyuuRP-M73egul_V_1f5CUsyHiMFlEzHi/s1600-h/100_0306.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228514526824093506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LxJpDtHyKj4koATei-k_JK4x5FH2M-GwdPgqlO9O2W54r7FzcpiHtx0tLYhERCBG5tgEhltJ90GLB3ONjDRGz-Hk0M4Y3CzwuMxtlXjmyuiOyuuRP-M73egul_V_1f5CUsyHiMFlEzHi/s320/100_0306.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wyatt ??!??! in the kitchen<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYdbJ5PW40U6OINNQpNRpXM6jZr_H7DofIv8D0V_KNaIbp0aJr0ozWCyxf5V8W0mD2o7bJ0DbLuspby5xkTev2O-jDmLPREbVxn5OQIIPU9n9Au2744vctVX7GgmmRKop8x__PWu3bWZS/s1600-h/100_0295.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228514523769405538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYdbJ5PW40U6OINNQpNRpXM6jZr_H7DofIv8D0V_KNaIbp0aJr0ozWCyxf5V8W0mD2o7bJ0DbLuspby5xkTev2O-jDmLPREbVxn5OQIIPU9n9Au2744vctVX7GgmmRKop8x__PWu3bWZS/s320/100_0295.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-48029307271038810272008-07-25T00:00:00.001-05:002008-07-25T13:23:59.175-05:00FFF and a PIF. LOL!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_qwOJ0jUV5U_uBDQPVCPoJDdKfZFMJv9NHTUUfD1mmLv93gANywTp7IAFNqpHbp9GsY0xQusDH0nAvqfgrgSO2pIwWTJ2MP4go2S2c-anA4AHUVXnwWM2gCdhM3x9_bqKuz6hwrfBLPy/s1600-h/100_1279.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226737847229978930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_qwOJ0jUV5U_uBDQPVCPoJDdKfZFMJv9NHTUUfD1mmLv93gANywTp7IAFNqpHbp9GsY0xQusDH0nAvqfgrgSO2pIwWTJ2MP4go2S2c-anA4AHUVXnwWM2gCdhM3x9_bqKuz6hwrfBLPy/s400/100_1279.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Yes, they are cousins, but also </strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em>The BEST of Friends!</em></strong></span></span><br /><br /></div><p>This is my PIF "Pay it Forward" part of my post!!<br /><br />Leave a comment and three people will be pulled at random to win a special something.<br /><br />There is a catch though... you then have to do a pay it forward post on your blog to send a little surprise to three of your commentors on your blog!<br /><br />My PIF came from <a href="http://memeandmonkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/favorite-foto-friday.html">Hannah</a>. </p><p><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">If you don't want to partisipate in the PIF, just let me know on your comment.</span></em></p>Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173422269663147731.post-9986879153890292922008-07-21T21:50:00.007-05:002008-07-21T23:43:14.947-05:00We got a new puppy! Shhh!Wyatt and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Rylee</span> are visiting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mammaw</span> this week. I am missing them something <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">awful</span> and so is Craig. So much that when Craig got home from work tonight the house was quiet... too quiet. I left a circled news paper ad on the counter that had Boston Terriers for sale. You see, I have been working on him for a couple months on getting a puppy. I really miss having an indoor dog. I thought a small dog like a Pug or Boston Terrier would be great. I have to give it to him, he held his ground longer than I thought he would.<br /><br />While at work this evening I got a call from him and he asked if I still wanted to go look at the puppies. I was home within 15 minutes. Debbie (the lady with the puppies) had only 2 puppies left. She said she had decided to keep the female but brought her for the ride. They were both so cute but I instantly fell in love with the female. Well we talked Debbie into selling her to us but it took a while for her to decide.<br /><br />We have not named her yet. We will give it a few days. If anyone knows any suitable good dog names please leave it on the comments.<br /><br />I know their are a lot of people that think Boston Terriers are not cute. Some may even say they are <em>UGLY. </em>But their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">personalities</span> are great.<br /><br />Here are some pics of our little puppy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2S1iQPal2RB4_Lx0O77HMdJccFV684Rd-1A7myh1B6b73jM9th3N8l2bXHzX-oALv1dVss5KlOUbx7ww0AO3oMu3rw0qeysweYyaEOTJs2HhnDh7vFwrmWtCGfD6DfhmlXfMBpNcffFvt/s1600-h/000_0072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225686972833441106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2S1iQPal2RB4_Lx0O77HMdJccFV684Rd-1A7myh1B6b73jM9th3N8l2bXHzX-oALv1dVss5KlOUbx7ww0AO3oMu3rw0qeysweYyaEOTJs2HhnDh7vFwrmWtCGfD6DfhmlXfMBpNcffFvt/s320/000_0072.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I know, I know, what a cutie!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2K8-ubof58WaDvE9koAH-3b7_JdILrjQHjjN8opmLF4hQht3-mXE9cpMdAun0lHmzhvYjtC0Ke3WTuLSantau9pI94i_4LNBCmw91szDtyIkF-1s0KDix_fbCozetAm1IIQGfdLyUxGU/s1600-h/000_0065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225690014482997026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2K8-ubof58WaDvE9koAH-3b7_JdILrjQHjjN8opmLF4hQht3-mXE9cpMdAun0lHmzhvYjtC0Ke3WTuLSantau9pI94i_4LNBCmw91szDtyIkF-1s0KDix_fbCozetAm1IIQGfdLyUxGU/s320/000_0065.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Oh, we have not told the kids about her yet because they would want to come home <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">immediately</span>. So we are going to surprise them when we pick them up on Friday.Marlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865608457751389927noreply@blogger.com7