tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52575470743595496422024-02-18T18:56:25.596-07:00My Favorite ThingsJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-61807202355460443772010-11-25T11:47:00.001-07:002010-11-25T11:48:23.876-07:00Indentured DaughtersJared pointed out this morning that the girls will owe us lots of money for raising them, so we decided to celebrate Thanksgiving by putting them to work immediately. We must get our money's worth.<br />
Charlotte cleaned some windows that she had previously colored on with crayon. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkv0WrS4Cq15MNLHzBjCKLM89vbq1pmqy25WXBY8XURtdZMg6Yi73bBecLJQtlM9k-i4OYFd1ZJxPhP0WCbGLPLYk1k0OcbEMDjvgZ5kD63ybdEWtLTRQeXyf_JwMGqRgF0fyV9memvo0/s1600/DSCN0950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkv0WrS4Cq15MNLHzBjCKLM89vbq1pmqy25WXBY8XURtdZMg6Yi73bBecLJQtlM9k-i4OYFd1ZJxPhP0WCbGLPLYk1k0OcbEMDjvgZ5kD63ybdEWtLTRQeXyf_JwMGqRgF0fyV9memvo0/s320/DSCN0950.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>So there you go. Indentured daughters working off their debt. Next week I plan to get them started on cleaning gutters and then scraping our popcorn ceilings.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-21455891305472393542010-11-18T13:23:00.000-07:002010-11-18T13:23:29.974-07:00Time Out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Y1LQ4Z2Jc_pOyRohVtspne3S2AINrt4jL0P_7gk1ZyNpxj5H52VupFXCWIQPvf6i2dvMLi8c4x2qg89WhqtrhkKOPddodkOnVFGIZWYqMqRDxhRnE8ivGkmPgbNY2rlhuKxs8DOPbU8/s1600/DSCN0946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Y1LQ4Z2Jc_pOyRohVtspne3S2AINrt4jL0P_7gk1ZyNpxj5H52VupFXCWIQPvf6i2dvMLi8c4x2qg89WhqtrhkKOPddodkOnVFGIZWYqMqRDxhRnE8ivGkmPgbNY2rlhuKxs8DOPbU8/s320/DSCN0946.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>And if that's not enough for you, then you can watch this video in which they express their opinions of each other, time out, me, and the entire world (If you can't hear it very well, they are taking turns doing raspberries).<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxE5Ew7EoN0bMDhPR_K1Qsi6s6O7qqlFY07fr5uAXiVq_1L2YNNrK3xC9_YQS0yxActKe5Dvw9f0ftrIDUBig' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-66863824268643527132010-11-01T19:06:00.002-07:002010-11-01T19:11:26.165-07:00Yep, that's about rightSo....last night was Halloween. Did you know? I took this fantastic video of Charlotte running around in circles and Katie turning her back to me and both of them pretty much ignoring me. They're off to watch tv and nothing can deter them. Yep, that's about right. <br />
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1. Used a circular saw to cut boards.<br />
2. Thought about how much it would hurt if I dropped said circular saw on my toes.<br />
3. Used a nail gun.<br />
4. Thought about how much it would hurt if I dropped said nail gun on my toes.<br />
5. Used wood glue but did not think about how much it would hurt if I glued my toes together. I know you thought I was going in that direction. That's just plain ridiculous people. I thought about how much it would hurt if I accidentally glued my eyelids together. That is a perfectly valid fear.<br />
So where is this beautiful masterpiece you might ask? It's in our garage waiting to be distressed and stained. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0AowjNEeVNAvzG9lCcf-AMjA-6e6fz9ijL9tUHrfPJXILqsPnQI3NOsmzY28oQR-SOwr3cKby-6b_gDbgEm0qBOO1ebZvmnvhX0LtfN5TuaN8qQ1SaCvfdH_BZBh2_oLdpwvJc_jfwyU/s1600/DSCN0928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0AowjNEeVNAvzG9lCcf-AMjA-6e6fz9ijL9tUHrfPJXILqsPnQI3NOsmzY28oQR-SOwr3cKby-6b_gDbgEm0qBOO1ebZvmnvhX0LtfN5TuaN8qQ1SaCvfdH_BZBh2_oLdpwvJc_jfwyU/s320/DSCN0928.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We were going to get started on the sanding and distressing last night, but guess what? I took a trip with Charlotte to the Urgent Care instead where she watched Ice Age a couple times while we waited to see how many breathing treatments it would take for her airways to get back to normal. In case you're wondering, it was 3. The poor kid was having a terrible time breathing, but they gave her her first ever otter pop and she was pretty happy. The doctor said that she may have lots of these recurring attacks this fall and winter, and this is the second one so far. Lucky us! Anyway, she's doing a lot better today. The staining will have to wait for another day.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-65380313960302168512010-10-13T19:09:00.003-07:002010-10-13T19:19:18.970-07:00Our Almost Apple Picking TripThis is where we almost went apple picking.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8p5kpBcBfCIsDLaoEZkzG2qeDgzd4juSRKAR2QNS_aP4d3G1PF5FW-2UHWFYABTALaZX-ijqbkHoiHzlhCDkMrMxcbcAt58ZWn04pvPE6WDlGoHTLi2gv7LdVa2vFv9PePQpMZ5NhIwk/s1600/DSCN0907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8p5kpBcBfCIsDLaoEZkzG2qeDgzd4juSRKAR2QNS_aP4d3G1PF5FW-2UHWFYABTALaZX-ijqbkHoiHzlhCDkMrMxcbcAt58ZWn04pvPE6WDlGoHTLi2gv7LdVa2vFv9PePQpMZ5NhIwk/s320/DSCN0907.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Maybe next year all our pictures will have smiles in them. :)Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-37041235332283778782010-10-06T10:18:00.004-07:002010-10-06T12:37:22.304-07:00An Ode to Tillamook CheeseOh Tillamook cheese. <br />
How I do miss yeese. <br />
Please get distributed to Georgiaeese.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_co_rDNFLE/TKyuh3DLGgI/AAAAAAAAAhg/dPWsw-FQGks/s1600/grated+cheese.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_co_rDNFLE/TKyuh3DLGgI/AAAAAAAAAhg/dPWsw-FQGks/s320/grated+cheese.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I might miss Tillamook cheese more than I miss my family. I saw this picture on <a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/">Our Best Bites</a> today almost started crying. Ok, not really but I was close. Ok, not close so much as I thought it would be funny if I actually did start crying. Love you Tillamook!!!!!!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-90400896154457271332010-10-03T12:14:00.000-07:002010-10-03T12:14:26.207-07:00Fashion From A Two Year Old<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOKEhEFU4qoRX3YPOUduTERfUN_cZjizvMfBKwo0OrNQaiGLBl2prFrCyCMbupUsAs5jbD5rVo0dxVMQn4mNVy3xQjeDjCS3e_C14Mc9WCBPafi-PV1NuO9OMiXUXUdackQ5CborHX7HI/s1600/DSCN0906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOKEhEFU4qoRX3YPOUduTERfUN_cZjizvMfBKwo0OrNQaiGLBl2prFrCyCMbupUsAs5jbD5rVo0dxVMQn4mNVy3xQjeDjCS3e_C14Mc9WCBPafi-PV1NuO9OMiXUXUdackQ5CborHX7HI/s320/DSCN0906.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Isn't it awesome? We've got a navy hoodie, a green Tinkerbell shirt, purple leggings, and hot pink slippers. Her only competition for true fashion leader is her sister. I'm not sure Charlotte can compete with the purple leggings though. She went with the classic black knit pants instead.<br />
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[Imagine a picture of the girls running crazy in the foyer. It happened. We just don't have a picture of it.]<br />
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Then you have children who chill with some of their nursery friends under the side table in the foyer.<br />
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After they're done hanging out, they run crazy in the foyer again.<br />
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[Imagine another picture of the girls running crazy in the foyer.]<br />
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And then they go to nursery where they can run crazy in a sanctioned evironment.<br />
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[Imagine a picture of Jared and me being relieved that they are finally running crazy in nursery and not in the foyer.]Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-5448415818084957172010-09-09T16:58:00.005-07:002010-09-09T18:07:29.650-07:00Sprinklers and Happy BirthdayIt's Jared's birthday today. Instead of embarrassing him with one of those 33 things I love about my husband on his 33rd birthday blog things, I'll just write a blog post about the girls running through the sprinklers instead. I'm sure he'll appreciate it much more. So here it is. Happy Birthday Jared! <br />
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Ok people. I'm a genius (maybe I shouldn't say this about myself on Jared's birthday). Jared got us a new sprinkler, and I thought it would be fun to get the girls' swimsuits on and let them run through it. And it was fun. In fact, they had the best. time. ever. <br />
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This is totally random, but doesn't this picture look like the watering can is going into Katie's back?<br />
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Anyway, they had a great time. I am a genius. That is all. Oh wait.... and just one more thing for the 3rd time. Happy Birthday Jared!!!!!!!!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Yes, Charlotte climbed out of her bed and into her sister's. I had no idea she could even do that. The weird thing is that all the sudden she seemed a little ashamed of herself. "Go away, Mommy. Don't look at me!" <br />
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On a completely unrelated note, my birthday present finally arrived! Isn't it beeeeyoootiful? I (uhh I mean Jared) ordered it off Etsy and had a problem with the first one the Etsy lady sent, so it was really late. I think it was worth the wait. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSWN3jEAkgrK8Qkh7CJVLswkuZjLqmZzbDixxqMWerFDu2MdfTF21bdDgL6qDfTrdwN6s75lFUa508gRuKfQ_SnRTMMYClhPJXZV3uwIwBRykcrn-XvikIICsdmzqKHUwV7POzUpSKHt8/s1600/DSCN0769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSWN3jEAkgrK8Qkh7CJVLswkuZjLqmZzbDixxqMWerFDu2MdfTF21bdDgL6qDfTrdwN6s75lFUa508gRuKfQ_SnRTMMYClhPJXZV3uwIwBRykcrn-XvikIICsdmzqKHUwV7POzUpSKHt8/s320/DSCN0769.JPG" /></a></div>You can't really tell that well in these pictures, but Charlotte's eyes have turned a light brown color. They honestly took over 2 years to turn from a grey to a green and now to a brown. I thought it was normally faster than that. Anyway, there it is. Our midnight snack (ours because I ate the granola bar that Charlotte didn't want).Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-48729069638760388472010-06-18T17:42:00.004-07:002010-06-18T17:47:41.289-07:00Sleeping...... Or NotOk, so we put the girls down at 7, but sometimes they don't really go to sleep until more like 8:30. I love 7. It is my favorite time of day. Some day we will have to bow to the inevitable and put them down at 8. For right now, though, 7 it is. Anyway, sometimes we hear them laughing so hard in there that we have to go in and investigate. This is what we found one night.<br />
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After their night time photo shoot, they did finally settle down and go to sleep. As I'm sure you noticed, they only went to sleep after taking off their pajamas. Well, at least they're asleep. Could have been worse. They could have taken their diapers off too. <br />
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I think the last one I did was back in December. I've really been in a reading slump. I've just been really impatient with everything- characters who are too stupid to live, plots that are too ridiculous to be believed, and endings that are too horrendous to be mentioned. You can tell I've been grumpy with books lately. That being said, I have enjoyed a couple books. Ok two. Two books in five months! Is it that hard to find good books? Anyone who has an idea, give me one please. Anyway, the books I've liked are <span style="font-style: italic;">The Evlolution of Calpurnia Tate</span> by Jacqueline Kelly and <span style="font-style: italic;">The Help</span> by Kathryn Stockett. I know. One is a book aimed at young teens and one is aimed at the book club set. The ways of my brain are strange.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_co_rDNFLE/S_SnBSp7WsI/AAAAAAAAAd4/u3gwAg3hpVY/s1600/614iPgWgH-L._SL500_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-big,TopRight,35,-73_OU01_SS75_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 44px; height: 66px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_co_rDNFLE/S_SnBSp7WsI/AAAAAAAAAd4/u3gwAg3hpVY/s400/614iPgWgH-L._SL500_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-big,TopRight,35,-73_OU01_SS75_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473183087791397570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate</span> is about a young girl growing up in Texas at the beginning of the 20th century. Callie is the only girl in a large weatlhy family and is expected to learn all the domestic skills necessary to run a big house like the one she is growing up in. However, she likes rambling outside more than learning housekeeping and is the despair of her mother. Her somewhat crusty naturalist grandfather takes an interest in her after she plucks up the courage to talk to him about his work, and they start to bond over collecting specimens and observing nature. Ok, I'm starting to get bored by my description. I'm a little rusty at this. What I really liked about the book and what is missing from my review is Callie's voice. It is all told from her perspective, and I thought she was charming. I particularly liked the scene where she and her best friend take part in their first and last piano recital. Ahhhh vomiting at a piano recital, who hasn't felt like doing that? Anyway, I enjoyed it and hope the author writes another book about Callie and her family.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_co_rDNFLE/S_SmxJD8sqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/XkOq7qYOFf0/s1600/41eKoQORnFL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 68px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_co_rDNFLE/S_SmxJD8sqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/XkOq7qYOFf0/s320/41eKoQORnFL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473182810338276002" border="0" /></a>On to the next book. Like <span style="font-style: italic;">The Guernsey Literary and Potato</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Peel Pie Society<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">,</span></span></span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">The Help</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>is totally book club bait. But also like <span style="font-style: italic;">The Guernsey etc etc</span>, I really liked the book. It is told from the perspective of white and black women in the South during the 60s. A wealthy white girl comes home from college without receiving her M.R.S. degree and feels a little like she's a failure for not being married. A black woman works for a young married woman and pretty much raises her daughter, but she has to use a bathroom out in the garage so she doesn't contaminate the family's other bathrooms. Another black woman can't keep her mouth shut and loses almost every job she ever gets. Skeeter, the white girl, sees how her friends treat their black maids and gets the idea to write a book of the maids' stories from their own point of view. At first none of the maids in town want anything to do with this crazy white girl, but they end up doing it. (Well of course they do or there wouldn't be a book, right?) There is a fall out from the book, and it is frequently not good. Of course, it's also not always bad, and that's what I liked. It showed the negative and the positive in the relationships between these women. And let me just say that I will never look at a chocolate pie the same way again. I laughed really really hard about that although it was really really nasty. Read the book and you'll know what I'm talking about.<br /><br />And that is my measly store of good books. Hopefully I'll have a better track record in the next five months.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-25702362978492460352010-05-07T10:12:00.015-07:002010-05-07T10:41:18.268-07:00Mummu and Grandpa VisitSo Jared's mom and dad visited us at the end of March. "But it's May!" you say. All I have to say is, "Yep, it is." And now on to the pictures. The girls pretty much felt that their grandparents' blow up beds were their blow up beds.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdwWTajqCAmfd5ZILBrVX9qnk0qOp7EI2cKNkmnLs38LGMnz54XDpP6hApwh8MgbEMF_cum3rk6kKgR5Lw5hNmR4py40TzCAucJhRDV6XgqDWNZrVIU1B18Fsb4oZszDlCHOi14aonp8/s1600/IMG_0139.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdwWTajqCAmfd5ZILBrVX9qnk0qOp7EI2cKNkmnLs38LGMnz54XDpP6hApwh8MgbEMF_cum3rk6kKgR5Lw5hNmR4py40TzCAucJhRDV6XgqDWNZrVIU1B18Fsb4oZszDlCHOi14aonp8/s320/IMG_0139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468578290237313170" border="0" /></a>Katie would have slept there if we had let her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTUPVi4xdvH17TEF7M-Gh9D31O1M9uexWgKkpmNkuRmS9JHbuUVoLAcQtl3u3iw0PQAn4STeMU45DGBfBpeO1yYpKLncI8k6vKy55Iaq884zW2ILI1Rdlakaqs7Wu44xBuwrO-4j6vII/s1600/IMG_0135.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTUPVi4xdvH17TEF7M-Gh9D31O1M9uexWgKkpmNkuRmS9JHbuUVoLAcQtl3u3iw0PQAn4STeMU45DGBfBpeO1yYpKLncI8k6vKy55Iaq884zW2ILI1Rdlakaqs7Wu44xBuwrO-4j6vII/s320/IMG_0135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468578581936755666" border="0" /></a>This was our dinner at a nice restaurant in Savannah. You can imagine what the patrons thought of Charlotte eating spaghetti with her hands and then dipping said hands over and over again in her water cup. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLKuiO1BpaZGgerKraW7TrCwgiNEA0s8f-PR-Ri1P8_ymUTQQf5N4bo2WClhFZuMWO9nwpkMOeCYXvLebQzIGMPUk9mJlpank0ZQVoe07A1iUvBII6RtRfhivWjXQXg0i_gsyRuQzXgE/s1600/IMG_0162.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLKuiO1BpaZGgerKraW7TrCwgiNEA0s8f-PR-Ri1P8_ymUTQQf5N4bo2WClhFZuMWO9nwpkMOeCYXvLebQzIGMPUk9mJlpank0ZQVoe07A1iUvBII6RtRfhivWjXQXg0i_gsyRuQzXgE/s320/IMG_0162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468579128479819282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1wKnLGV5vSJJ2nW7rcwF0vBqfFC-ovVhwMQuCOp3N829qw8LFfObzV5ZDd7g_da181scuRz65YLb2ZhLNESQKPt-2-5vH8IeaBqzrwkV1h3gMOYWAUnhUmEj5mRRp5jtaPIpPPFulFng/s1600/IMG_0163.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1wKnLGV5vSJJ2nW7rcwF0vBqfFC-ovVhwMQuCOp3N829qw8LFfObzV5ZDd7g_da181scuRz65YLb2ZhLNESQKPt-2-5vH8IeaBqzrwkV1h3gMOYWAUnhUmEj5mRRp5jtaPIpPPFulFng/s320/IMG_0163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468579244447355634" border="0" /></a>This is Sisko in the courtyard of our hotel there in Savannah.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ZQ_SZWSV5qO2O6-Y7_yJLZGNLB2WUc3muctVrgV-iB2YXUi-04VkvLJcaG6y9bi4Ce87f8LsVxfzTtVlqkMSiJoolLt53brQZw5gId_N_XC8JeUaoyrpBGrFc7y0Ri081K3us7OCJHI/s1600/IMG_0164.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ZQ_SZWSV5qO2O6-Y7_yJLZGNLB2WUc3muctVrgV-iB2YXUi-04VkvLJcaG6y9bi4Ce87f8LsVxfzTtVlqkMSiJoolLt53brQZw5gId_N_XC8JeUaoyrpBGrFc7y0Ri081K3us7OCJHI/s320/IMG_0164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468579619106938322" border="0" /></a>Charlotte thought it was the best hotel she had ever stayed at. Maybe because it's the only hotel she's ever stayed out, but that doesn't diminish its awesomeness.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbO3f0iT3R9bSqOXZpgwZgpCzSxjDqwQkaGbQQz3JBXyjwqIha3DRlTLV5c8Pwe8cu8sVizKNXZEEZ_i4jJQLP_s0jI7gj6WBC4kSlJu6HJA1uvsWLqz-aYELwZnclOkwtq0uCZXUtG4/s1600/IMG_0167.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbO3f0iT3R9bSqOXZpgwZgpCzSxjDqwQkaGbQQz3JBXyjwqIha3DRlTLV5c8Pwe8cu8sVizKNXZEEZ_i4jJQLP_s0jI7gj6WBC4kSlJu6HJA1uvsWLqz-aYELwZnclOkwtq0uCZXUtG4/s320/IMG_0167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468579996918267410" border="0" /></a>And speaking of Savannah, look at that Spanish moss (which apparently is neither Spanish nor moss).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmGegTzOUH1OiOzM0DHXZuhmJaCVAEoHY-5-m8G11SxFCpu56Hck9kZza-054TwQ945POor6xzFz67ZjZ73G3BdVqfyjmY6T4j9QVQWGka_pWpg-9Cj0VzaF5Hf0hoeokAjagbN3-Xkk/s1600/IMG_0180.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmGegTzOUH1OiOzM0DHXZuhmJaCVAEoHY-5-m8G11SxFCpu56Hck9kZza-054TwQ945POor6xzFz67ZjZ73G3BdVqfyjmY6T4j9QVQWGka_pWpg-9Cj0VzaF5Hf0hoeokAjagbN3-Xkk/s320/IMG_0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468580416983366642" border="0" /></a>Ok, enough of Savannah. Here are the babies appropriating their grandparents' beds again. Only this time, they brought a bunch of their toys.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRoY8IMB_b6KSRNqox0JKnyi79r1lITm4SEvtLcZaAt3XpDFWtyP-pkVugl9uA9tjhoTLzRJWqtfi1z5YkihVPj-dXtoc7k-8Zdx3CttTDyqkHSuDQ3ikkqdGAWcKru7HsqhCKNxxidcs/s1600/IMG_0227.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRoY8IMB_b6KSRNqox0JKnyi79r1lITm4SEvtLcZaAt3XpDFWtyP-pkVugl9uA9tjhoTLzRJWqtfi1z5YkihVPj-dXtoc7k-8Zdx3CttTDyqkHSuDQ3ikkqdGAWcKru7HsqhCKNxxidcs/s320/IMG_0227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468581279037071682" border="0" /></a>We also went to this German town about an hour north of our house. I know, a little German town in Georgia is pretty random.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPo9ljz1r8D9XLA5uiKW_cjuvAE9h78ElEcMSuEgAx0j7hY7kFfMDPQkw0MlUWWuoLaEePwT52kB1tYu5hyphenhyphenhUsmmxtUoPUpB8u3imeBNvdYvWt7zHyQCXoSpEoSha2SfYsa4raS1z1jXs/s1600/IMG_0233.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPo9ljz1r8D9XLA5uiKW_cjuvAE9h78ElEcMSuEgAx0j7hY7kFfMDPQkw0MlUWWuoLaEePwT52kB1tYu5hyphenhyphenhUsmmxtUoPUpB8u3imeBNvdYvWt7zHyQCXoSpEoSha2SfYsa4raS1z1jXs/s320/IMG_0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468581712438609986" border="0" /></a>And that's about it. Their visit made a big impact on the girls. Katie and Charlotte talk about mummu and papa all the time now. Katie has started to point at strangers who have Sisko's same hair color and say, "Mummu!" Thanks for visiting us. We had a lot of fun!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-66248668297007929132010-05-03T10:05:00.004-07:002010-05-03T10:14:14.562-07:00Pre-Mother's Day PicturesThis post is for my mom and mother-in-law. Ok, it's mainly because my mom emailed me telling me to get with the posting pictures on the blog program, but they work for Jared's mom too. Notice the words on the bibs. Well, I guess they're kinda blocked. They say "I love grandma." See, works for both of our moms.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsFbGesd2D_xu57nfwRU_6M2__P5R1YLCVCInmxtjulYnOK6Pb-U7Ko6RAikfTh2Dy9jBQQB42wG5kLHW_gW8W1iwE3kB38WBB7BdJF8vBhNzA5KIWox_PwYfmtf_76kxGIVJ76YZSy0/s1600/DSCN0550.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsFbGesd2D_xu57nfwRU_6M2__P5R1YLCVCInmxtjulYnOK6Pb-U7Ko6RAikfTh2Dy9jBQQB42wG5kLHW_gW8W1iwE3kB38WBB7BdJF8vBhNzA5KIWox_PwYfmtf_76kxGIVJ76YZSy0/s320/DSCN0550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467091810930079666" border="0" /></a>Doesn't Charlotte have great bed head? It cracks me up every morning.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh239lVzBxc4_dMpDY9zdWKlkkI70R7GfHxd32FohuBaFnKOvMuB2kpcHDL9wzPFAbSW1uGv_wL8c4sDhlkG0_V4ZY2ErmgBTPVTJl9ifqYJjjzZnOih5sm2TvhQdntPrIoS_dPYQ7nHlU/s1600/DSCN0549.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh239lVzBxc4_dMpDY9zdWKlkkI70R7GfHxd32FohuBaFnKOvMuB2kpcHDL9wzPFAbSW1uGv_wL8c4sDhlkG0_V4ZY2ErmgBTPVTJl9ifqYJjjzZnOih5sm2TvhQdntPrIoS_dPYQ7nHlU/s320/DSCN0549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467092513823954322" border="0" /></a>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-47303359135963864912010-04-11T19:04:00.012-07:002010-04-11T19:26:18.285-07:00EasterOk people, here are some Easter pictures. We've got some babies who wear their sunglasses inside. I saw Usher do that on American Idol a couple weeks ago. Since they're doing it too, I think they must be famous.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFqLUAZQUxrBsq5EfnZfsF57bXhYGc2hN99w71akh8UNV0Oh1BUlHdUHiBR_m6nhfq9eW5u-YklTVWbKAmd-ALyxSJe4DNVFPAK4sM8Y4lks8h-XTbKizKMRuISzuZAf6hVf6BIKTOP2c/s1600/DSCN0523.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFqLUAZQUxrBsq5EfnZfsF57bXhYGc2hN99w71akh8UNV0Oh1BUlHdUHiBR_m6nhfq9eW5u-YklTVWbKAmd-ALyxSJe4DNVFPAK4sM8Y4lks8h-XTbKizKMRuISzuZAf6hVf6BIKTOP2c/s320/DSCN0523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459066479164728834" border="0" /></a>Charlotte takes a spare moment from her fans to say hello and eat some jelly beans. Ahhhhh jelly beans. The babies found the first true love of their short lives when they tasted them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwoev1MO31ZYdQQpuqk0Q5qp-3hXuIYHRgxH5F5eLge3oXSS96Lcd9HtTh1a2wPZp3KbYKeL-QrE2wzxiIJRCCfqwmcS42509WqFGnSLrQBSvbyuQMia3FfNl4K1o9x4aBMBA1ugKtLY/s1600/DSCN0533.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwoev1MO31ZYdQQpuqk0Q5qp-3hXuIYHRgxH5F5eLge3oXSS96Lcd9HtTh1a2wPZp3KbYKeL-QrE2wzxiIJRCCfqwmcS42509WqFGnSLrQBSvbyuQMia3FfNl4K1o9x4aBMBA1ugKtLY/s320/DSCN0533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459067635004861586" border="0" /></a>And after noticing that Katie couldn't see diddly crap without pushing her hair out of her eyes, I did their hair so that we could have an Easter egg hunt. Her vision improved, and she found some eggs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Q95v-0IMbSzf83STFQ_UFxeu2G3KMaVmdCmO-vV7azeOdI5wvi30_SzaflBswlqY3jnYdFWKrFbXfUg1Eb0HwfEpmvfWFhd6Vo99IGZVoFdRTHDl64MovQUrHFKmr7-A6kA_eXZhyphenhyphennI/s1600/DSCN0536.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Q95v-0IMbSzf83STFQ_UFxeu2G3KMaVmdCmO-vV7azeOdI5wvi30_SzaflBswlqY3jnYdFWKrFbXfUg1Eb0HwfEpmvfWFhd6Vo99IGZVoFdRTHDl64MovQUrHFKmr7-A6kA_eXZhyphenhyphennI/s320/DSCN0536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459068176096984738" border="0" /></a>They actually call eggs "bubbles." If you happen to be driving by my house and hear them screaming about bubbles, it's because they have accidentally lost one. It could also be because I gathered them all up and hid them above the microwave. I'm thinking that if they find them there, they're geniuses.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUFD9xNaajnNeyzROmGhI4tzyBjKyCNpu698RIC_fGR4OWbaBTfozA-z6o331VIr0Zgxe3K_p7Oqh5f6cqRTIfwyMW3-4wzDBBqvqrNgaXp9UjP6ofLzL9If1PXnrByBg0UPRYslU9nM/s1600/DSCN0540.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUFD9xNaajnNeyzROmGhI4tzyBjKyCNpu698RIC_fGR4OWbaBTfozA-z6o331VIr0Zgxe3K_p7Oqh5f6cqRTIfwyMW3-4wzDBBqvqrNgaXp9UjP6ofLzL9If1PXnrByBg0UPRYslU9nM/s320/DSCN0540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459069110387722418" border="0" /></a>But back to the Easter egg hunt. Well that's actually pretty much it. Here's a parting shot of Katie getting ready to go inside.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtF3dNV0lGRAurHZK9hCVhrwwvKxR9O0PyUE2KW4QszLFgNBatm0VFg4DBmRMDU06ujZ6EdmGAEYN7gnMdth9K0shXerbbTryveUimwBKZRa-Pu4Nwrl_YAV51M_uJkm_4oy5-5Trtd4/s1600/DSCN0548.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtF3dNV0lGRAurHZK9hCVhrwwvKxR9O0PyUE2KW4QszLFgNBatm0VFg4DBmRMDU06ujZ6EdmGAEYN7gnMdth9K0shXerbbTryveUimwBKZRa-Pu4Nwrl_YAV51M_uJkm_4oy5-5Trtd4/s320/DSCN0548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459069672620545218" border="0" /></a>Oh, and how can I forget our dying basil plant. We bought it one day before Easter and it died about one day after Easter. It just shriveled up completely. Hopefully our other plants will do better this year.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirAb3o07RIYFR_M6lnGWD50dXXmketKoWNDUT5vYt96dZn4d_A8ACXeB3IigTUNPjnUU8-BZk6mFwhoYFkRTK379CaoHpwQXivuQy2AjMx9L5ol9xH-TMmtchKaxIAHhWVqDQOV4PHIdA/s1600/DSCN0546.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirAb3o07RIYFR_M6lnGWD50dXXmketKoWNDUT5vYt96dZn4d_A8ACXeB3IigTUNPjnUU8-BZk6mFwhoYFkRTK379CaoHpwQXivuQy2AjMx9L5ol9xH-TMmtchKaxIAHhWVqDQOV4PHIdA/s320/DSCN0546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459070096728339730" border="0" /></a>Yum! Doesn't that make you want to go make something basily?Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-60755420063740339242010-03-26T19:48:00.003-07:002010-03-26T19:51:41.300-07:00Charley After A NapWhat baby doesn't like to take a nap and get naked except for one pant leg and a diaper (thank goodness the diaper stayed on)?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIoE_qmVdz6KguXJ8EKD5b26Uy4UOd-oQQFjV4Yc-GFI5jPIXiR1AYI36vX2NLAoiSyIJyzNZFaJTemLEtFL6LLM2LZikW-rNWz5dM1ZpPcEERDG-13Dgc1j_MHhWpfQkL60dRFQ8MOc/s1600/DSCN0478.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIoE_qmVdz6KguXJ8EKD5b26Uy4UOd-oQQFjV4Yc-GFI5jPIXiR1AYI36vX2NLAoiSyIJyzNZFaJTemLEtFL6LLM2LZikW-rNWz5dM1ZpPcEERDG-13Dgc1j_MHhWpfQkL60dRFQ8MOc/s320/DSCN0478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453140155244130930" border="0" /></a>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-24421231631759620512010-03-26T19:44:00.005-07:002010-03-26T19:50:10.332-07:00Katie Eats ChipotleDirty face. Befuddled look. What did I just eat! Oh yeah, Chipotle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqUvksd9kwyNxSyGbL-1rTK83wywGGMPOIXpX7OpHcFwJfy8-Jcb54291tp3_prkN4oGY1hXjnCVVOI-ux9DC4XS_9AhCxglnNxC34NZ3_S51ibes7EQEjs7TnnJy0iSGH_etTBXkzae8/s1600/DSCN0473.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqUvksd9kwyNxSyGbL-1rTK83wywGGMPOIXpX7OpHcFwJfy8-Jcb54291tp3_prkN4oGY1hXjnCVVOI-ux9DC4XS_9AhCxglnNxC34NZ3_S51ibes7EQEjs7TnnJy0iSGH_etTBXkzae8/s320/DSCN0473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453139140522790338" border="0" /></a>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-1663019844098895852010-03-14T18:54:00.013-07:002010-03-14T19:24:52.166-07:00Babies in the SnowSo I took these pictures last month after our snow storm. I know, it's been a while. What can I say? I've been unmotivated to post them. It's hard to think of anything positive to say about the snow. Mainly because I hate it. But the girls liked it. In fact, they had the best time ever. Here are some pictures of their attempts to build a snow man.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6_n46l7SPSylHISG5_z1wvzmw1mEYvyqiGCRWvCYs-hBhdFgDDXxVxktQ2F9k-AYcQ2AEtgxvKIspfIj7IfVjwItfJKq3YS4zMUuOLYnbrnSWydrSTR6eroB5tZZtI1ooQ1SHF8_axk/s1600-h/DSCN0428.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6_n46l7SPSylHISG5_z1wvzmw1mEYvyqiGCRWvCYs-hBhdFgDDXxVxktQ2F9k-AYcQ2AEtgxvKIspfIj7IfVjwItfJKq3YS4zMUuOLYnbrnSWydrSTR6eroB5tZZtI1ooQ1SHF8_axk/s320/DSCN0428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448674498539496402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIM7HFaR0JLJ7BC0RzVFuVFoLFr5ul_rHk_PiEL2KTob51YCLpLFKjkMwfkFyjJz7P_G99t7NqgoQJchM9FXBZlOQ0jmnhpKucMEPnxif5Tpyb-nBixT7dxbUQc6vFxXo7gJJZPC4FcU0/s1600-h/DSCN0425.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIM7HFaR0JLJ7BC0RzVFuVFoLFr5ul_rHk_PiEL2KTob51YCLpLFKjkMwfkFyjJz7P_G99t7NqgoQJchM9FXBZlOQ0jmnhpKucMEPnxif5Tpyb-nBixT7dxbUQc6vFxXo7gJJZPC4FcU0/s320/DSCN0425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448674986192753266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJztak-ZdmolRgL9UpFiapUxwYUGEr23v0rydEjdWbJJUI8KGKsA3k-B58bWpKz67-JfVKTSyvlYyilm5zrch8SBsjotboAMeF2c2VsHHcVrtVDYgiWgvgArq9IOdnINGG7xkjA6aXkxI/s1600-h/DSCN0424.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJztak-ZdmolRgL9UpFiapUxwYUGEr23v0rydEjdWbJJUI8KGKsA3k-B58bWpKz67-JfVKTSyvlYyilm5zrch8SBsjotboAMeF2c2VsHHcVrtVDYgiWgvgArq9IOdnINGG7xkjA6aXkxI/s320/DSCN0424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448675321951376978" border="0" /></a>Hmmmmm. They might have better luck next year when they actually understand what a snow man is. Charlotte is looking forward to it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7VcWn5VJu2r5O4l-aDLJWUBHKJqAWhefRRmbSgOpMlfAoH7b08GpvSSjj5QbWZRcEcHv_lmMllkLPXElp5_yupTxxwLUT1dcLt3IfKAH8keUTgChvdyEkFRYJkYO1GxZ7V5Mt_X1oi4/s1600-h/DSCN0460.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7VcWn5VJu2r5O4l-aDLJWUBHKJqAWhefRRmbSgOpMlfAoH7b08GpvSSjj5QbWZRcEcHv_lmMllkLPXElp5_yupTxxwLUT1dcLt3IfKAH8keUTgChvdyEkFRYJkYO1GxZ7V5Mt_X1oi4/s320/DSCN0460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448678327374550482" border="0" /></a>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-19998362976241578182010-03-01T17:24:00.001-07:002010-03-07T12:56:30.990-07:00Socks and ShoesHere is a video of the girls walking around in Jared's slippers and talking a little about the best things ever: socks and shoes. Who doesn't love shoes? No one, that's who!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxK0gzHp9CuozGwVQdu_fGdPb4XE7zGuguYPuX7ZGfQ2RhXmROwWGXgtGFUTd45VjuWdF04K_OQv_-Ckoq6' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-85446753775443934302010-02-16T11:59:00.009-07:002010-02-16T19:53:32.138-07:00Couch PotatoesSo we're raising a couple of couch potatoes. I thought I could distract them from the T.V. with the camera, but no. Charlotte is looking at me like I've interrupted a very important T.V. watching experience, and she can't wait to get back to it. Meanwhile, Katie can't even tear her eyes away from the T.V. to look at me at all.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WZc4uhx4VXSAS0pCmiec8l3Gr4qkuPvYn6xqTSwDZo0HZFBsaFNCKjcPk1qJ5FKpLvzRmdFg8SdS0t9-pyJKN8FVB-7CRHSfmMZyTs7h-qpporsDTYL5r041871iKuV6He8ddQEQau8/s1600-h/DSCN0394.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WZc4uhx4VXSAS0pCmiec8l3Gr4qkuPvYn6xqTSwDZo0HZFBsaFNCKjcPk1qJ5FKpLvzRmdFg8SdS0t9-pyJKN8FVB-7CRHSfmMZyTs7h-qpporsDTYL5r041871iKuV6He8ddQEQau8/s320/DSCN0394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438918594243716930" border="0" /></a>Did you notice the nice levi blanket the girls are using? Jared's mom made that for them and included some of their old jeans as decorations. Thanks Sisko!<br />Here's a side view in case you need another perspective.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilkAIBhL_ptuhJT7JHMpXI_tZmvDeElgYqoCc7eNSY5fSXNfdsz-hC5kTKtJHdkMp5XO_SqXd4plct4BAz3EEMGJCQdRrAYDczlcHJQVAIQQh8g0XmzrNOW6m0LSbC5JAjYuRudSYFe94/s1600-h/DSCN0396.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilkAIBhL_ptuhJT7JHMpXI_tZmvDeElgYqoCc7eNSY5fSXNfdsz-hC5kTKtJHdkMp5XO_SqXd4plct4BAz3EEMGJCQdRrAYDczlcHJQVAIQQh8g0XmzrNOW6m0LSbC5JAjYuRudSYFe94/s320/DSCN0396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438919739973120434" border="0" /></a>Ahhh. They're cute when they're being sucked into the wonderful world of T.V. addiction.<br /><br />P.S. We took a bunch of pictures last weekend so you have at least one more post to look forward to. Jared wanted to do them all at once, but that is pure folly. We can get at least one more week of posts out of them if we wait. We don't want to use up all of our material at once. Then we would have to come up with more material, which is no good.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-63078009138727880232010-02-13T11:00:00.004-07:002010-02-13T11:17:48.931-07:00Bubbles!The babies got their very first Valentine's Day gifts yesterday- balloons from their dad. Only they like to call them bubbles. Here's a long-awaited video of them enjoying their gift (long-awaited by my mom that is). Disregard the messy kitchen. It is a complete aberration. Ok I'm lying.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy3H2JsdUNDJze8l8j_Tnv0HLQMP-DVQsMLau9i6e9Q8NQfP5DiRIBATYGH8aJYQwPNcKVxf6IvFmLplIIY0w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Here's one of Katie with Charlotte chiming in in the background.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzb7Cal98uaLSk5xvGjk0MSMlbjoEQ1ZxL_UTjOH9w4T8j9QnbKdpOaxpH268gCeKnHmOBp4G33-9W4cXs1' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Charlotte had run off to a corner to pout but turned that right around when I got out the camera to film her pout in all its glory. The very end has her making her movie directing debut as she took the camera away from me.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy3kZMVRQeibZ7_sXwYAyxa97EQi0X80Ck50OlsbOC8fU3bcnqQ55hG7urnk-SA83R7Q82PURE37Y8gxYw5Hw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-24732563558554584232010-02-05T20:30:00.006-07:002010-02-05T20:50:23.617-07:00Brazilian Shrimp SoupSo I won't post another picture (my sister told me even the first one was unnecessary), but my thumb is healing nicely. There has been some interest in me posting the recipe for the Brazilian Shrimp Soup that caused the great thumb injury of 2010, so here it is. I got it off a recipe blog that is run by a young doctor and mom who, by the looks of it, spends her every spare moment in the kitchen. I'm inclined to think that if I were a doctor, I would spend my precious spare time ordering Chinese/Italian/Greek take out instead of cooking, but whatever. Enjoy!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brazilian Shrimp Soup</span><br />by <a href="http://annies-eats.com/">Annie's Eats</a><br /><p><em>Ingredients</em>:<br />2 tbsp. olive oil<br />1 yellow onion, chopped<br />1 red bell pepper, chopped<br />3 cloves garlic, minced<br />¾ cup long-grain rice<br />½ tsp. red pepper flakes<br />1 ¾ tsp. salt<br />1 ¾ cups canned crushed tomatoes<br />5 cups water<br />1 cup canned unsweetened coconut milk<br />1 ½ lbs. medium shrimp, peeled and deveined<br />¼ tsp. black pepper<br />1 tbsp. freshly squeezed lemon juice<br />½ cup cilantro, chopped</p> <p><em>Directions: </em><br />Heat the olive oil in a large stockpot or Dutch oven over medium-high heat. Add the onion, bell pepper and garlic and cook until the vegetables are tender, about 7 minutes.<br /></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note: Do not cut off any body parts while chopping.</span> That's my little addition to the recipe.<br /></p><p>Add the rice, red pepper flakes, salt, crushed tomatoes, and water to the pot. Bring to a boil, reduce the heat to a simmer and cook, covered, for 10 minutes or until the rice is almost tender. Stir in the coconut milk. Return the mixture to a simmer, then stir in the shrimp. Simmer just until the shrimp cooked through, about 3-5 minutes. Stir in the pepper, lemon juice and cilantro. Serve immediately.</p>Oh, and I just want to tell my mom and my mother-in-law that I am not purposefully not posting pictures of the babies. I just never seem to have the camera when they're at their most cute-tastic. Hmm would cutastic be better since I'm totally making up words? No, it looks like some kind of painful medical procedure. My thoughts on that might be slightly influenced by my experiences earlier this week. Anyway, I will endeavor to take a cute picture and post it soon.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257547074359549642.post-86552138840735935752010-02-01T17:24:00.007-07:002010-02-01T17:36:13.956-07:00In Which I Take A Divot Out Of My ThumbOk people, behold the thumb.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_co_rDNFLE/S2dxRmRY9JI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ryGWwm0lb8Y/s1600-h/DSCN0389.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_co_rDNFLE/S2dxRmRY9JI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ryGWwm0lb8Y/s320/DSCN0389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433436022590993554" border="0" /></a>This too could happen to you if you don't pay attention while chopping garlic. Yes, I had the presence of mind to fish the thumb piece out of the garlic before putting it in the soup. No, I didn't have the presence of mind to take a picture of the thumb piece. Although I agree, that would have been awesome. That little black thing up there is the suture the doctor put in. In case you're wondering, the numbing agent did not make it to the tip of my thumb before he started the sutures. Yes, I yelped like a tiny baby. No, the Brazilian Shrimp soup I made on Sunday night was not worth it. It was good, mind you, but not that good.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03011814276143769355noreply@blogger.com3