tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554187094807037442024-03-14T05:06:38.778-07:00Johnson GibberishRachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-36766542231691759502011-09-12T09:07:00.000-07:002011-09-12T10:12:07.527-07:00First Day of Kindergarten!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJBbnHzLKyxB6wrYSVbXXxsPSgvqmkiWxHt_Hx1Yun8ckUzmmHMxC4v-F2nI2b7-wS6mEo3cnfOK9zwg_8KnnmynrlWA1DXrAIoKqt4d68CZE9qgFwxnPvznEWYUfU-ka2ruL62org_pQ/s1600/129.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJBbnHzLKyxB6wrYSVbXXxsPSgvqmkiWxHt_Hx1Yun8ckUzmmHMxC4v-F2nI2b7-wS6mEo3cnfOK9zwg_8KnnmynrlWA1DXrAIoKqt4d68CZE9qgFwxnPvznEWYUfU-ka2ruL62org_pQ/s320/129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651520677493347170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXauwZol47yHuwEJNOc2_ag9ZF8R9sPFtoFrB_mK_0AlXxY3dlGspfYbp59O8DZrpt9_LZbIcGbnalN81hGUEZkNXjN4CVOnj3pFTjh7Rs_etgV8PrEBwGikHsdbE3G44aXD-nYpekmAj4/s1600/127.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXauwZol47yHuwEJNOc2_ag9ZF8R9sPFtoFrB_mK_0AlXxY3dlGspfYbp59O8DZrpt9_LZbIcGbnalN81hGUEZkNXjN4CVOnj3pFTjh7Rs_etgV8PrEBwGikHsdbE3G44aXD-nYpekmAj4/s320/127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651520673315799346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzln5_0-myake2m_d27QXEAzdDRNl7nuY0fswgnHcs1Dz4BFypxW0kciAgeaApvCWTJ9M2YN_NfLe0-KVG2GrNCo6fIQAHWQQzTCh6HYyBT7rSoLbrdSp0Cwaxgiu_JhnV0SO5a-MMDk4/s1600/137.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzln5_0-myake2m_d27QXEAzdDRNl7nuY0fswgnHcs1Dz4BFypxW0kciAgeaApvCWTJ9M2YN_NfLe0-KVG2GrNCo6fIQAHWQQzTCh6HYyBT7rSoLbrdSp0Cwaxgiu_JhnV0SO5a-MMDk4/s320/137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651520682648701074" border="0" /></a><br />Hard to know which is more surprising--that Rachel's first day of kindergarten is already upon us, or that I'm actually blogging about it!<br /><br />As for the day itself, Rachel had a great one. Daddy stayed home from work and we had breakfast together. We dropped Rachel off at the kindergarten playground, and when the bell rang she was the first one lined up to go into her class. I shed no tears (c'mon--it's only 3 hours a day and my head is swimming with all the things I can do!), but I'm sure I would have if Rachel did. However, she clearly couldn't get away from us fast enough. As for her teacher, I think she'll be OK. Given that she's outnumbered 30 to 1 (yes, THIRTY to ONE--isn't that illegal??) she's got her work cut out for her. I've already volunteered once in class, and I have a weekly time slot now. The teacher seems to keep order pretty well, and the kids are anxious to please (LOVE this age!). At any rate, Rachel is liking kindergarten, even if it appears she won't be learning anything she doesn't already know (at least classwork-wise). It's a bone of contention, but we're too far down the waiting list for charter schools and there's no way we're paying for a private school at the kindergarten level, so it is what it is. OK--see you in a year when I blog about her first day of first grade :>)Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-77731105231572942662011-04-30T08:11:00.000-07:002011-04-30T08:15:33.765-07:00Star Valley, WY 1/2 marathonLooking forward to this race in July--come one come all! Even Emily is doing it. Should be a lot of fun, and it's in honor of a runner who lost his life in a relay race over a year ago. Hope to see you there!Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-33457667469238457782010-09-14T15:12:00.000-07:002010-09-14T15:41:24.103-07:00Has it been that long???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90jHZQ7oe5xLPDC7dWZULyk7GH9KyzQJA33zdslkc5CUgVqwwKwOwFlyPGnccf-xD4UJ1gGT2gLgAkbe77IhcDGvOnFynKSm6qC_0KV9yuVUnNReOiAK4EOot9zWxW66Qy2bxFJtbdDuU/s1600/P1100275_1855.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516899132299345906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90jHZQ7oe5xLPDC7dWZULyk7GH9KyzQJA33zdslkc5CUgVqwwKwOwFlyPGnccf-xD4UJ1gGT2gLgAkbe77IhcDGvOnFynKSm6qC_0KV9yuVUnNReOiAK4EOot9zWxW66Qy2bxFJtbdDuU/s320/P1100275_1855.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpVStBVbCG2T4mnyOC_9N0wzOiE6uiPRnIwKR5Plbmum8J4lEXF2KRXAVlzCN3CIL9BepA53ul6DtEbaPnJz0CpzdskaXn5lOoScER1mika7kZ49IxhHGyob0KUwanssAAStcyiePDDon/s1600/P1100271_1851.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516899110464781938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpVStBVbCG2T4mnyOC_9N0wzOiE6uiPRnIwKR5Plbmum8J4lEXF2KRXAVlzCN3CIL9BepA53ul6DtEbaPnJz0CpzdskaXn5lOoScER1mika7kZ49IxhHGyob0KUwanssAAStcyiePDDon/s320/P1100271_1851.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Five months really goes by fast, huh? So, if Alysia can manage a post, I suppose I can too. This will be quick--just some cute pix of Rachel on her first day (second year) of preschool. Yes, this is before the too short haircut that I promise won't happen again. She's now going to an actual school building twice a week, as opposed to someone's house, and she seems to like it a lot. They have show and tell on Tuesdays, which is always a big hit, and on her second day, Rachel was selected to be the teacher's "special helper," which includes such exciting things as getti<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNK7Eha7NvvEbMym13fQv4a2loXpa7CFKNRt4g83iKfkRPdqbkaIxsdsNbtym4Fim9aTjMTGaCjvRWzYIkJQiyzmgTe54DEV9406V7_djCIAaIuxi_yo5u4Vc1onh-OZsAIVKz8Fwp_2tK/s1600/P1100281_1861.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516899157258293074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNK7Eha7NvvEbMym13fQv4a2loXpa7CFKNRt4g83iKfkRPdqbkaIxsdsNbtym4Fim9aTjMTGaCjvRWzYIkJQiyzmgTe54DEV9406V7_djCIAaIuxi_yo5u4Vc1onh-OZsAIVKz8Fwp_2tK/s320/P1100281_1861.JPG" /></a>ng to open the door when class is over!!!!!!!!!!! A<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsAoObULvrVwpmGls1E2mRJ8zZ32crAVB_Krg4G1wLPnTa-vjlBixGhN-jbnLv-ij2zNLIJqLGYxGciPNSZeZf4lOrK7GykCsQ1KMKrqbS6yDHnNn3MOz4C6VonuJxkZt82fPv4xU8Rbx/s1600/P1100282_1862.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516900915175583186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsAoObULvrVwpmGls1E2mRJ8zZ32crAVB_Krg4G1wLPnTa-vjlBixGhN-jbnLv-ij2zNLIJqLGYxGciPNSZeZf4lOrK7GykCsQ1KMKrqbS6yDHnNn3MOz4C6VonuJxkZt82fPv4xU8Rbx/s320/P1100282_1862.JPG" /></a>nyway, enjoy the pix--she's growing up so fast (cliche but tr<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMCad30FPKI0wzS5_AMXqicLwv-Js35VnWZZFkRpmsLpy5TAz2-68gEjHH7p4XABND9inKUFcPAk9xcvS3gHbYm3PmPmpFndB9A7vuCih2UVXnh3gm82EpA4hSNVhQPvWuuFYtz76FSVuy/s1600/P1100295_1875.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516900944961732674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk5fJA3COcdBJaFisuLRhO-8R6qfK7SBhbaRSAMbnT8yCKwoNmr-dccB2ij9D1wTNWBZqIrY2gi4Uh9xTiNveHaHIronnYWd0cMo83T4DviSKU6G4bSzjgvtiduuohbr_2ozQNLGFmlv-H/s320/P1100291_1871.JPG" /></a>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-56368919966225443652010-04-13T17:58:00.000-07:002010-04-13T20:24:13.327-07:00Making up for lost time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDoYq-hlsIObmelD1MN2Q8yYxG0W7Kogy93xnNjskDYtwrToNT8ludN2IdyCHavpN2mdk2w0liEJm_3hCWAuzUSdP6xQzkETLu1QZJH9KVARl4H1_g_j0wYkBJYHqcC59ZAhqiMMe7aJyb/s1600/P1060366_7482.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459795418967284594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDoYq-hlsIObmelD1MN2Q8yYxG0W7Kogy93xnNjskDYtwrToNT8ludN2IdyCHavpN2mdk2w0liEJm_3hCWAuzUSdP6xQzkETLu1QZJH9KVARl4H1_g_j0wYkBJYHqcC59ZAhqiMMe7aJyb/s320/P1060366_7482.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMQq871jQd4ExNrX8rwJ8JdRlKBde5RzCKY5-vpnWwE21sL3LmwTzYoTMv8pgICHs2OdJ6tPI5YZ0seXzve8Csprf3mwXKRn9yeXGrDrqFNwjBFvVCw6exuCkL6Qx8w_wuXpPT6lgp2Az/s1600/P1060365_7481.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459797415229369506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMQq871jQd4ExNrX8rwJ8JdRlKBde5RzCKY5-vpnWwE21sL3LmwTzYoTMv8pgICHs2OdJ6tPI5YZ0seXzve8Csprf3mwXKRn9yeXGrDrqFNwjBFvVCw6exuCkL6Qx8w_wuXpPT6lgp2Az/s320/P1060365_7481.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh77cpHWvE48WpQhWiLXMzhvWfgbnkVcq3teqCyXOK-TkKLlCM_75dQ5xTttyH0OzKCw3WjHDNUIeUDVG3l0XuDOOXmCfPLk_fFFUE9kmcMLixPdC_Bf7BfA5peN1MCc2ayefdDiVNaBW-r/s1600/P1060361_7477.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459792452009018354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh77cpHWvE48WpQhWiLXMzhvWfgbnkVcq3teqCyXOK-TkKLlCM_75dQ5xTttyH0OzKCw3WjHDNUIeUDVG3l0XuDOOXmCfPLk_fFFUE9kmcMLixPdC_Bf7BfA5peN1MCc2ayefdDiVNaBW-r/s320/P1060361_7477.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dWDQ43r7XjVGdJ8nZljIjiNcPpaLasmuWu_XvQbLAoo_R4afyPFsqtTfGFkOYTJEmKZnPjYaA4PYHzymIDucV5_Daz_UDFPVxxZOAC74wxsDnmlAE3Nzyh3TIGqzrRdUJoeUgGU4UKMb/s1600/P1060371_7485.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459795440085756002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dWDQ43r7XjVGdJ8nZljIjiNcPpaLasmuWu_XvQbLAoo_R4afyPFsqtTfGFkOYTJEmKZnPjYaA4PYHzymIDucV5_Daz_UDFPVxxZOAC74wxsDnmlAE3Nzyh3TIGqzrRdUJoeUgGU4UKMb/s320/P1060371_7485.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div>Given the recent postings of amazing kiddie birthday parties and incredible cakes, I thought I would submit, for your viewing pleasure, my first attempt at a cute b-day cake for Rachel. Keep in mind she's equally as loved as the Gracies and the Gavins of the world, even if her mommy is not nearly as adept at this stuff. In my defense (and knowing I'd need an excuse) I let Rachel and her friend Trinity do most of the decorating of this, her slumber party cake. No doubt Linda is running scared right about now....<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcDSjB58uDb8he8MUnlhUyszVaPtjlEVZ1R5EbdxCNGQVFqvfPp1utsnfPnwh8MZdkjEDxHULOvTVJkO39T7_z07DYUN3hefp3K3_LJ3zXYMEKV4LtG18vyt_vZ3-ZBGWIg5rrZQ_OBVZ/s1600/P1060730_7680.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459805820653156418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcDSjB58uDb8he8MUnlhUyszVaPtjlEVZ1R5EbdxCNGQVFqvfPp1utsnfPnwh8MZdkjEDxHULOvTVJkO39T7_z07DYUN3hefp3K3_LJ3zXYMEKV4LtG18vyt_vZ3-ZBGWIg5rrZQ_OBVZ/s320/P1060730_7680.JPG" /></a> In other Rachel news, I can't write down fast enough the funny things my daughter says and does, but here's a few I captured: </div><div><br /></div><div>Me: "It's your birthday--you're four years old!" Rachel: "Yeah, and that's not old. That's not close to 100. Daddy's getting close to 100."</div><br /><div></div><div><em>Rachel when helping me cook</em>: "Ooh, this is going to be spectacular, yum! Spectacular, spectacular, spectacular!"</div><div><br />Me: "Why'd you come in our room in the middle of the night? You're not supposed to do that." Rachel: "Because I needed some lovin' "</div><div><br /><em>Rachel talking to herself on the computer: </em>"I did it! Way to go me!"</div><br /><div></div><div>Rachel: "When I was a baby, if I would cry you would feed me with your boobs. Mom, I don't have boobs yet, right? But I have little boobs."</div><br /><div><em>Rachel noticing an overcast day: </em>"Mom, the sun's still asleep."</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>While watching Dancing with the Stars, we were discussing our mutual dislike of Kate Gosslin.</em> Carl: "She's just evil." Rachel: "C'mon guys, let go of that bad stuff."<br /></div><br /><div><em>I gave Rachel 3 seconds to come to me when she was disobeying. </em>Rachel (angrily): "Mom, I wish <strong>you</strong> were the little kid and <strong>I </strong>was the grownup!"<br /></div><br /><div>And, lest a post go by where I don't brag about my daughter's brilliance, Rachel was playing around on her magnetic blackboard, and then I heard her trying to sound something out. She then told me to "Look, I spelled STOP." Sure enough, she did!<br /></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWaKHJ1RpOgyF0pTFB1AxZIXiJHGjBZc-MceqGniDN14ZdWiZqdK-lNMpwYGgCvDHFPv57FYbEbYpyx6h7VcbQ59LAlerrGJuZKr4XV37oEJNrDqETqsPqWYkLn0Ad0Yz7MqYvHHj1aKy0/s1600/P1060455_7462.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459808831565085314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWaKHJ1RpOgyF0pTFB1AxZIXiJHGjBZc-MceqGniDN14ZdWiZqdK-lNMpwYGgCvDHFPv57FYbEbYpyx6h7VcbQ59LAlerrGJuZKr4XV37oEJNrDqETqsPqWYkLn0Ad0Yz7MqYvHHj1aKy0/s320/P1060455_7462.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div> </div><div> </div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-31436321314562830262010-04-06T20:54:00.000-07:002010-04-06T20:55:36.185-07:00Does my hair look OK?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiwJxt7F78oi4lEuyCeQmJGfF5vsk3JQbuKs2frT7gGfUrs74GNgju5PVEcfi5sC6QGsovZcbfSml-PWObUYp7Ps31bteUzYkAR8NGUAco-h8Ryq5vmU_LGKDHubrmjoq1BWkt-rErCfk/s1600/P1070253_7839_edited-1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457239203521338002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiwJxt7F78oi4lEuyCeQmJGfF5vsk3JQbuKs2frT7gGfUrs74GNgju5PVEcfi5sC6QGsovZcbfSml-PWObUYp7Ps31bteUzYkAR8NGUAco-h8Ryq5vmU_LGKDHubrmjoq1BWkt-rErCfk/s320/P1070253_7839_edited-1.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-84662788111866200882009-11-23T18:50:00.000-08:002009-11-23T18:51:11.509-08:00Rachel Johnson DANCING WITH THE STARS<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtMceAz7dIY">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtMceAz7dIY</a><br /><br />Hope this works!Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-92135243910227256122009-11-09T10:52:00.000-08:002009-11-09T10:56:10.095-08:00The rest of the pix<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN2OEqJ3h7RW9Jl9IZFAADha7tdxkXvLFaErfk52cHXdGfQPK7rIGzJy1KJ9NZNbdXMiP7jdRKM81RRSA6f3FZ6lCmp3W8ek0BIrxXB9kLZ2_G6UhwEuYAjNdO_hs1IumvQbQttEzCB1Ke/s1600-h/P1050629_5047.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402179510569423570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN2OEqJ3h7RW9Jl9IZFAADha7tdxkXvLFaErfk52cHXdGfQPK7rIGzJy1KJ9NZNbdXMiP7jdRKM81RRSA6f3FZ6lCmp3W8ek0BIrxXB9kLZ2_G6UhwEuYAjNdO_hs1IumvQbQttEzCB1Ke/s320/P1050629_5047.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJw1O_7Yu8Jx5NwIhdzshA0q5zhIlBVGYtrcC0sr1Gm86EhO2-u8mS0Y_i52L_vSLt125y-dNJcSoj-j0w8z0c9V9qb-Obn653r8nUuSIX47c5506eqF7y0RAqGj3ACIaMgbYwbzFrPcf/s1600-h/P1050575_5102.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402179503398351810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJw1O_7Yu8Jx5NwIhdzshA0q5zhIlBVGYtrcC0sr1Gm86EhO2-u8mS0Y_i52L_vSLt125y-dNJcSoj-j0w8z0c9V9qb-Obn653r8nUuSIX47c5506eqF7y0RAqGj3ACIaMgbYwbzFrPcf/s320/P1050575_5102.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-22991932006584462192009-11-09T10:05:00.001-08:002009-11-09T10:17:55.052-08:00Dressing up is fun to do<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3ixlPTmn_RiDqrmashNySDqSSi1UW71ZgTOXB8u2_ZRgTe9VJ5Rt2n89SH7uhUkaGv4xkwrlBewMJjVImUoWfSe4uTjWv5uOaypCWNfi-Q7uujhOVzS0gshN3ze-feFNPUKQ-CqcOg7q/s1600-h/P1050189_4833.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402168322772786386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3ixlPTmn_RiDqrmashNySDqSSi1UW71ZgTOXB8u2_ZRgTe9VJ5Rt2n89SH7uhUkaGv4xkwrlBewMJjVImUoWfSe4uTjWv5uOaypCWNfi-Q7uujhOVzS0gshN3ze-feFNPUKQ-CqcOg7q/s320/P1050189_4833.JPG" /></a>We recently went to a murder mystery pirate party, where I was the Black Widow and Carl was Long John Silver. Neither one of us turned out to be the murderer--drat! <div></div><br /><div>Rachel was a princess for Halloween--the best part of her costume was the cape, which she often didn't want to wear (and without it her princess dress wasn't that exciting). Dacia did a great post on Halloween so I'll leave the details to her. </div><br /><div></div><div>Lastly, Jen had the most awesome costume for Halloween and let me prance around in it the next day, a la Scarlett O'Hara--you're never too old to play dress up (at least I'm not!).</div><div> </div><div>Hmmmm--having trouble getting the other pix to post, so I'll try them on a later post.</div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-76185793198254892122009-10-05T15:46:00.001-07:002009-10-05T16:05:06.038-07:00Becoming Friends<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLS3rp1q9_8VL5KlCNeZSlJHDldsh4Yt2WNuChvEVrGpFNm8FjXoyrndU7zpMU7eG49TGhANK38L6jNS0xDbMhq9ra99wm9obG_xOcZ39Tvl7KF4GpeHHR4hxxJ-uIt-YM121qtkQtbW1R/s1600-h/P1050185_4711.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389253570493229458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLS3rp1q9_8VL5KlCNeZSlJHDldsh4Yt2WNuChvEVrGpFNm8FjXoyrndU7zpMU7eG49TGhANK38L6jNS0xDbMhq9ra99wm9obG_xOcZ39Tvl7KF4GpeHHR4hxxJ-uIt-YM121qtkQtbW1R/s320/P1050185_4711.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPb8vpIk96qDv2R8kTj96SnEQtU8KHtGnW0Pt9CJckgjumHlczcjae4nhq41jomk2G8uJJubtud3NtDAs01gjb0hMd7fSnrASARuVU0EyFs1KWF1xoQRP_HpeAxKAwypB70jOGBAf0lxVB/s1600-h/P1050149_4731.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389253562105416242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPb8vpIk96qDv2R8kTj96SnEQtU8KHtGnW0Pt9CJckgjumHlczcjae4nhq41jomk2G8uJJubtud3NtDAs01gjb0hMd7fSnrASARuVU0EyFs1KWF1xoQRP_HpeAxKAwypB70jOGBAf0lxVB/s320/P1050149_4731.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>It took a while, but ever so sloooowly, Rachel and Grace are becoming friends. Grace seems to be hitting, I mean loving, a bit less less and Rachel seems to have more patience with Grace, although when Grace was over here recently Rachel said she needed some private time from Grace, then went in her room and closed the door. At least she didn't shove Grace first. And Rome wasn't built in a day, after all. Here's hoping the friendship thrives.</div></div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-42576315681119515202009-09-08T08:37:00.000-07:002009-09-08T09:40:46.928-07:00Preschool--Day 2By popular (!) demand, Rachel left for Day 2 of preschool with a more girly and proportional backpack. The problem, you see, is that the black pack is actually big enough to hold her purple folder, which gets a bit crushed if I want to close the pink pack. However, many of my blog readers who shall remain nameless (Jen, Emily, Dacia, Alysia) clearly subscribe to the notion that it's better to look good than to feel good :>), so I give. And in defense of the black pack, whose loss I'm still mourning, it was from her dance class AND she got to write her name on it--how cool is that? And before any of you anonymous blog readers (Jen, Emily, Dacia, Alysia) comment on Rachel's outfit, this week is red week and in a closet of pinks and purples we were lucky to find this. Another dilemma this morning--to go or not to go to preschool. This is because last night, after driving back all afternoon from Cedar City, Rachel tossed her cookies in the car while I was in Smith's grabbing a few groceries (no worries Jen--the smell is <em>almost</em> gone....). Being the hands-on Dad that he is, Carl immediately called me on my cell to let me know what happened and to assure me he would sit tight until I got there.... Once home, I gave Rachel a quick bath and got her to bed. She didn't have a temp, and this morning she was fine and ate a good breakfast--all indicators that she could go to school. 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WIDTH: 196px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377271520805410050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsaMOkZCi6_Mro5pPKAgvda1xdjmg81UGNxcMHPiE8mz3Gvu4eoTOWBgHS93eldGG66ds5PbUJxE1CifKNAjkoa0svdPDEcKNUPx-5MEfjX_nNxlB8NR4rl456zu65s-yPgVk1bzhtqqk/s320/P1040464_3514.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTby54wZ39xT-22Vgj1ANxUCFMcYqhBGBxWPuz4duQI5p46krqa7i3yy1CBgKyMUKV9ZihY7iGVezQ7ZLlKMMyXc73kJpQJVUmPhsS3FAtAvp9YSWVFayZoK9SQZ3AGTFIg3wpMrGmmMP/s1600-h/P1040457_3507.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377271505815354002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTby54wZ39xT-22Vgj1ANxUCFMcYqhBGBxWPuz4duQI5p46krqa7i3yy1CBgKyMUKV9ZihY7iGVezQ7ZLlKMMyXc73kJpQJVUmPhsS3FAtAvp9YSWVFayZoK9SQZ3AGTFIg3wpMrGmmMP/s320/P1040457_3507.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTby54wZ39xT-22Vgj1ANxUCFMcYqhBGBxWPuz4duQI5p46krqa7i3yy1CBgKyMUKV9ZihY7iGVezQ7ZLlKMMyXc73kJpQJVUmPhsS3FAtAvp9YSWVFayZoK9SQZ3AGTFIg3wpMrGmmMP/s1600-h/P1040457_3507.JPG"></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsaMOkZCi6_Mro5pPKAgvda1xdjmg81UGNxcMHPiE8mz3Gvu4eoTOWBgHS93eldGG66ds5PbUJxE1CifKNAjkoa0svdPDEcKNUPx-5MEfjX_nNxlB8NR4rl456zu65s-yPgVk1bzhtqqk/s1600-h/P1040464_3514.JPG"></a> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTby54wZ39xT-22Vgj1ANxUCFMcYqhBGBxWPuz4duQI5p46krqa7i3yy1CBgKyMUKV9ZihY7iGVezQ7ZLlKMMyXc73kJpQJVUmPhsS3FAtAvp9YSWVFayZoK9SQZ3AGTFIg3wpMrGmmMP/s1600-h/P1040457_3507.JPG"></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><div>Yep, my baby is off to school--it's empty nest time for two hours, twice a week. Any good Mommy would be crying now--remembering the day her baby was born, what a big, smart girl she's become, wondering where the time went. As for me...did I mention two hours TWICE A WEEK???!!! Lest you think I have ice water running through my veins, it's <strong>pre-school</strong>, for goodness sake. She'll have two years of this before the big K, at which point I'm sure I'll be a mess. Plus, I don't even think they had pre-school in my generation, and look how good we turned out.... Anywho, Rachel was very excited this morning, insisting on wearing her backpack while eating breakfast. As I drove her over, she asked if I was going to stay at pre-school with her. When I told her no, she said, "GREAT!" I guess that two hours works both ways. So, this day is noteworthy for other reasons as well. One, it made me blog, and two, I actually put make-up on before 9am on a day other than Sunday. I may post again next week once Rachel declares a major. In the meantime, though Carl thinks I'm heading straight for the TV and bon bons (are those the same as truffles?) I'm actually going to start packing for our weekend race.</div></div></div></div></div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-45017495676530130082009-06-09T08:26:00.000-07:002009-06-09T08:34:01.079-07:00Short, shorter, shortest<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZygtHjcStLlosR-u3PZNPTavz8TRBvjEaohSKU57gXo_s6HFVPlT7eZFzCyVqY1XExcW5luXBV8_lU84_GOmTwvxUljD4CedAB0fHBKiSttNMwejzbzwvumGjGaByWlV_qqoYia0EyZQ/s1600-h/P1020925_2132.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345351371219795826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZygtHjcStLlosR-u3PZNPTavz8TRBvjEaohSKU57gXo_s6HFVPlT7eZFzCyVqY1XExcW5luXBV8_lU84_GOmTwvxUljD4CedAB0fHBKiSttNMwejzbzwvumGjGaByWlV_qqoYia0EyZQ/s320/P1020925_2132.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-niL3n5fm9AY0zu6eZLFot9-EKCYvO5ihQpyBv52OC6usSQym6LdVWf_rCDqHCjfi_mYtW2wEbObpRMVCg1YTSTrKQPuaTUXEc0_3Q9s1OdEo7fpt7SM049bKE0L5LRCwaftnf68z8auO/s1600-h/P1020932_2139.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345350893290013010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-niL3n5fm9AY0zu6eZLFot9-EKCYvO5ihQpyBv52OC6usSQym6LdVWf_rCDqHCjfi_mYtW2wEbObpRMVCg1YTSTrKQPuaTUXEc0_3Q9s1OdEo7fpt7SM049bKE0L5LRCwaftnf68z8auO/s320/P1020932_2139.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Since Rachel has that lovely flyaway hair and she doesn't like pigtails, barretts, headbands, or anything to tame it, it was time for a no-nonsense summer 'do. Amazingly, after a quick morning comb-out, it's short enough that there's no more bedhead. We should have done this a long time ago!</div></div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-33655951731975119822009-03-10T20:56:00.000-07:002009-03-10T21:00:16.935-07:00Jesus is good people<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6B1oE4rvmIhRgQbB5N1d_UGR1nNT5WxYtoVSoJDh8WgsGgNeybaWq1vDb_8HXZ4XWYSsrgSHjCWKGaYXIx_nsF6RO-8h1O1PkU5fqmFi3Sps5y636_2kzDxZwhYtan1AXKdy9EtcfX_J1/s1600-h/2009+01+21_0266.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311775012615626978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6B1oE4rvmIhRgQbB5N1d_UGR1nNT5WxYtoVSoJDh8WgsGgNeybaWq1vDb_8HXZ4XWYSsrgSHjCWKGaYXIx_nsF6RO-8h1O1PkU5fqmFi3Sps5y636_2kzDxZwhYtan1AXKdy9EtcfX_J1/s320/2009+01+21_0266.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtGB6SxkHuSIsuz_187i_7LMm2aXm17EGnSm5c8t3hyAyB_LhpTexvN_CRsqwvRx3RhQHQoxwLehmn0bFbv8rpvo3aHtg0W-bAR3XF9zH8V-UNGJ9jPiKaWxMrivNlOaxWqHGOK-uQjaT/s1600-h/2009+01+14_0281.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311774654930422194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtGB6SxkHuSIsuz_187i_7LMm2aXm17EGnSm5c8t3hyAyB_LhpTexvN_CRsqwvRx3RhQHQoxwLehmn0bFbv8rpvo3aHtg0W-bAR3XF9zH8V-UNGJ9jPiKaWxMrivNlOaxWqHGOK-uQjaT/s320/2009+01+14_0281.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Rachel: Mommy, does our food come from Jesus?</div><br /><br /><div>Mommy: Yes, all good things come from Jesus.</div><br /><br /><div>Rachel: Jesus Christ is a very nice man.</div></div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-58831892265673043342009-02-02T06:47:00.000-08:002009-02-02T07:24:22.185-08:00Who does your hair?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgq7xU0T16S3yjk_BzRXz3l66KhhAHJx1mcRACLrvSBFvi7W-rU2aQHIc2IDJPxICeT4IBy3eV_J5dWlphaim02Q_fbv-Hy-IHnlH6lX43amBmHGlVT2qllGJgJYs6R0pAe9Fdi6BGhqTw/s1600-h/P1000763.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298216995099393026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgq7xU0T16S3yjk_BzRXz3l66KhhAHJx1mcRACLrvSBFvi7W-rU2aQHIc2IDJPxICeT4IBy3eV_J5dWlphaim02Q_fbv-Hy-IHnlH6lX43amBmHGlVT2qllGJgJYs6R0pAe9Fdi6BGhqTw/s320/P1000763.JPG" border="0" /></a>Ah, the funny things that can happen under Daddy's watch <span style="font-size:85%;">(or lack thereof--HEY, I just did smaller text!!). </span><span style="font-size:100%;">While Grandma Karen spent all day Saturday with Grace, Daddy and Rachel had some bonding time. They played hide-and-seek, they studied the scriptures, they practiced reading and writing, they filled out Rachel's colle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi694l7R2iVkIgkdp1EJmVKpCoUc-V5pMFteNASmcD8DDxj01YjMcDXPJg3xxdU4hPDB-_fspVJQ48Kwg3awhTZrWzMVb7yaNbRj8iab27m1HqbtkjKRFvQH4PPqrEBCFNymJso_atMzT6X/s1600-h/P1000765.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298220632699411618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi694l7R2iVkIgkdp1EJmVKpCoUc-V5pMFteNASmcD8DDxj01YjMcDXPJg3xxdU4hPDB-_fspVJQ48Kwg3awhTZrWzMVb7yaNbRj8iab27m1HqbtkjKRFvQH4PPqrEBCFNymJso_atMzT6X/s320/P1000765.JPG" border="0" /></a>ge applications--they had so much togetherness they were as one...ah, silly reader. In reality, Carl worked in the office while Rachel wondered what Daddy was doing as she did arts and crafts, all by her lonesome, in the kitchen, with Carl occasionally tossing her a crust of bread for nourishment. She certainly wasn't bored though--especially when arts and crafts turned into Beauty Shop, with Rachel as both hair stylist and customer. As you can see, she clearly has a knack for this, and I'm excited about all the money we'll save with her do-it-yourself prowess. Forget college--we're now thinking cosmetology school.</span>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-65182082483762682112008-12-12T09:52:00.001-08:002008-12-12T09:52:34.528-08:00Rachel sings<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PpP4rXMP_XU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PpP4rXMP_XU</a><br /><br />Hope this works!Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-65748045652521313332008-11-11T10:12:00.000-08:002008-11-11T10:29:24.520-08:00Gotta Dance!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWOh6dqfH3XmeyAedmDP08BPMjAVjZXVLKBnrN7DK3EPmkzO1PYGvoqTeJPsF5uD9JTh_DlO4f3G1xTLTCQfXIp-9FBfF9koi4-BS0taZRWg55fAhx8VTY16ySblA5Yw7ZUcOZ3kkQIBA/s1600-h/HPIM2467.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267466075639340738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWOh6dqfH3XmeyAedmDP08BPMjAVjZXVLKBnrN7DK3EPmkzO1PYGvoqTeJPsF5uD9JTh_DlO4f3G1xTLTCQfXIp-9FBfF9koi4-BS0taZRWg55fAhx8VTY16ySblA5Yw7ZUcOZ3kkQIBA/s320/HPIM2467.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimpNswkfcFwsMkTBkkg5fRXREGOk2BPA_zYjX777KtYY4NaRoub2wUi5O4Uj0heCBRZdD3eFsm1j82FFT9sBVsDgrrvQwQ7Vs7sDNzrmIW0URFZpn7hCDz3YBQXduGUbfkQkZmFJ4xsmIV/s1600-h/HPIM2468.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267468667499990802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimpNswkfcFwsMkTBkkg5fRXREGOk2BPA_zYjX777KtYY4NaRoub2wUi5O4Uj0heCBRZdD3eFsm1j82FFT9sBVsDgrrvQwQ7Vs7sDNzrmIW0URFZpn7hCDz3YBQXduGUbfkQkZmFJ4xsmIV/s320/HPIM2468.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzwmhKtU_kTMiJFam1jTMX2nBonlzrd2ctjxuRMaGInQJiN15rPwxdApFyzRXL5cj5xlWHp25ldgRAv3ztVfs9xVkg_QyP6_JKC9JD3Qxq7gAqVSj90qwpv33MUw5DXPcz9X4F2UkfZHH/s1600-h/HPIM2469.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267466205346827042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzwmhKtU_kTMiJFam1jTMX2nBonlzrd2ctjxuRMaGInQJiN15rPwxdApFyzRXL5cj5xlWHp25ldgRAv3ztVfs9xVkg_QyP6_JKC9JD3Qxq7gAqVSj90qwpv33MUw5DXPcz9X4F2UkfZHH/s320/HPIM2469.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>Rachel did a tumbling class once a week in October, which she loved. Unfortunately, the first day's instructor, who was awesome, didn't return to the class, and we had a series of mediocore or, in one instance, downright lame, instructors (this is toddler tumbing, people...how hard can it be?) Anyway, we found out our favorite instructor is teaching a Combo class on Fridays--45 minutes instead of 30, to include tumbling, ballet and tap. I can't wait to see Rachel and her 3-year-old cohorts tap, much less do ballet, but since Mommy wants her to look the part, we had great fun picking out her outfits and ballet slippers at a newly discovered secondhand store. Went to Payless for the tap shoes--at over $20 a pop we quickly left the store. Found some on-line for $5, which we'll pick up tomorrow. Rachel, of course, wants to walk around the house in her new outfits so I put the cutest one on for the blog shots. When I asked her to put her arms out and point her toe, she logically pointed TO her toe. Smart girl. She's sure to be a prima ballerina or the tap equivalent. Can't wait to buy a tutu!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div></div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-67674526963683452042008-10-26T14:57:00.000-07:002008-10-26T15:12:28.828-07:00RANDOM PIXCan't think of anything witty to write, so I'll just post a few cool pix. Of course, I'm too lazy to reduce their file size, so it may take a while to download (since it took a while to upload). Sorry! Also, I could tell you where these pix were, but a) Do you <em>really</em> want to know? and b) Would you remember anyway? Therefore, let's go with c) Easy descriptives. There's Rachel and me by the fire, all of us overlooking pretty mountains, Karen with pretty fall colors, and Rachel by a lake. My personal favorite is Rachel and me by the fire. I think I was supposed to go running with Carl, but it was cold out and I was so much more content to cozy by the fire with my baby and a great book. Amazingly, I was able to talk Carl out of running and keep my big happy butt just where it was. A great night indeed!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SNs5zoKHJjWM4BJkUuNGMLtDQdNIgg4bvYXq9aOvL4c4we9S02K-3ErlPhD4PEE7emcNgRFM3LwmfjcdeeG6XlVaUPSt7yAUzqo1k9YDDNPm3fN00ytkW4vjNYynQ_wUK1to4-I7rUlR/s1600-h/P1010236_edited-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261586897417324850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SNs5zoKHJjWM4BJkUuNGMLtDQdNIgg4bvYXq9aOvL4c4we9S02K-3ErlPhD4PEE7emcNgRFM3LwmfjcdeeG6XlVaUPSt7yAUzqo1k9YDDNPm3fN00ytkW4vjNYynQ_wUK1to4-I7rUlR/s320/P1010236_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTJ14B7x0B-LU-fJbZqj8VjUn6TN0JnynbrZngkTYMwmvK0EeuvGbhVhLjjSXS3ehPebq2qqvztw5x6tvr-LhmwqjLoVCzKM6jjEVzXYrpZ7UCyR8_2r8H4d5bwvfVz7issI1dmceFpWH/s1600-h/P1000080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261586526564850290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTJ14B7x0B-LU-fJbZqj8VjUn6TN0JnynbrZngkTYMwmvK0EeuvGbhVhLjjSXS3ehPebq2qqvztw5x6tvr-LhmwqjLoVCzKM6jjEVzXYrpZ7UCyR8_2r8H4d5bwvfVz7issI1dmceFpWH/s320/P1000080.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ACJRlNQwcttJSdasQEXF0CI7WOPXQFeUeAxq81efjF7UjHsn7cG0o4hwGZpi5CdEW6ttO28Tm12qAEP4GvwlQBl699TuRnVflwye_exwCfje4KgU1E6Djr8myZ0HFu0pTk0sBXpibkHW/s1600-h/P1000112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261586135186862946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ACJRlNQwcttJSdasQEXF0CI7WOPXQFeUeAxq81efjF7UjHsn7cG0o4hwGZpi5CdEW6ttO28Tm12qAEP4GvwlQBl699TuRnVflwye_exwCfje4KgU1E6Djr8myZ0HFu0pTk0sBXpibkHW/s320/P1000112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261585801192703778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTfBzSZuetKgpDmgen6HtmXht9if_NHjoVPgh8rJYGJmQbscNclS7BcFVxPBWWDLbX_2TkopA6YvRJLu4FejZEvq9iwYPSbh8zO1AfIJ8UAkoFOnwbtjBTeRBTszrehI11GvlZEIHuRKph/s320/P1000165.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-9119604956599151532008-07-25T09:47:00.000-07:002008-07-25T09:56:38.736-07:00Another bob in the familyHey, if it's good enough for Dacia....<br /><br />Much like at the dentist, Rachel did a great job with the hairdresser getting all that flyaway hair chopped off. She doesn't look too happy about it though, does she? Actually, when I told her we were going to get her hair cut she was excited and had no trepidation whatsoever. This was her second haircut--perfect for summer.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiappeZsEzEdBeNI7HcACHAcvjKDKBSGmFyQ3TA5ryNfFNGVrnNiygFSnWKPkTaJnD4DETAf-ZRb5LkxaaWi_aF2B25YxGH7F9X_ACZi_Bv6gYknErluLpPGJrRWynpGkXmpZ0GLGlVONz1/s1600-h/HPIM1863.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226995175940033138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiappeZsEzEdBeNI7HcACHAcvjKDKBSGmFyQ3TA5ryNfFNGVrnNiygFSnWKPkTaJnD4DETAf-ZRb5LkxaaWi_aF2B25YxGH7F9X_ACZi_Bv6gYknErluLpPGJrRWynpGkXmpZ0GLGlVONz1/s320/HPIM1863.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4x3HPW3tjZ9wmXxM8P7L7XtImst1yy2uTSABNurom3UBEvjnSq_ZaAXAZyNGsv87-OT42tFYFaPMIH2dWQ13Dygs6EbfualrtrutLGIysXRrh0_h8V2PT_z8QlHpF5CmUkZvasQjjF4PI/s1600-h/HPIM1866.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226994983267588834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4x3HPW3tjZ9wmXxM8P7L7XtImst1yy2uTSABNurom3UBEvjnSq_ZaAXAZyNGsv87-OT42tFYFaPMIH2dWQ13Dygs6EbfualrtrutLGIysXRrh0_h8V2PT_z8QlHpF5CmUkZvasQjjF4PI/s320/HPIM1866.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226994709979114914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggagXWBbvJVGsXg_UFiJ6gAkyXqxqXBbvCxWU-_DdtYxOU40ZbPa1mQKUqDMOAtWsWkSL8wKF0bIB2u5EiWKDVaTm9adEiZTxb9lcd4rczotgbb6nxbMQaHp5MbhZPFxhiIFakNDFEcCNX/s320/HPIM1869.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-60300264986159792632008-07-24T10:04:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:24:53.750-07:00Wednesday's with GraceyBuggy and I have wound up in a nice routine of weekly get-togethers with our girls. So far we've had a picnic at Liberty Park, visited the Discovery Children's Museum, gone to the zoo and went swimming at the Bountiful rec center. Often Topher joins us, which just adds to the fun. We would have done something yesterday too, but Gracey had to get all sick on us--how selfish! Anyway, I really enjoy these outings and I admire how Buggy doesn't treat Gracey with kid gloves, but rather gets her out and about to experience life as much as possible. I'm sure Buggy would agree that we're very lucky to be stay-at-home mommies who can do this type of thing. Looking forward to our next adventure!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8l8rRz5QB5MGsvrmfKZ4HbncYnitSWzEPg_wvpKmtazJ5giA8-54u5idrkUOr4HoQly0aYgceGEC-R-hUqNuUYxld3MhTNuPFvCE1eGHB6lvskTSX4HkfbB3_tle4VT1x64Yr0Cfv2D79/s1600-h/HPIM1669.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226631692512298290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8l8rRz5QB5MGsvrmfKZ4HbncYnitSWzEPg_wvpKmtazJ5giA8-54u5idrkUOr4HoQly0aYgceGEC-R-hUqNuUYxld3MhTNuPFvCE1eGHB6lvskTSX4HkfbB3_tle4VT1x64Yr0Cfv2D79/s320/HPIM1669.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-NS9POD7sKygdsv_x3ljK9Z2ti1o6yCMJmnmKXJHcDj1exPYN8SR2CvHaEQoISQEvuKPhHkCbhyxPnGi8lRzB4b9xXNjImdPcz9tgINTpc0tmxGcSqsA41XXbPB_bxv75Jts2ftmBJJG8/s1600-h/HPIM1673.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226631239659844002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-NS9POD7sKygdsv_x3ljK9Z2ti1o6yCMJmnmKXJHcDj1exPYN8SR2CvHaEQoISQEvuKPhHkCbhyxPnGi8lRzB4b9xXNjImdPcz9tgINTpc0tmxGcSqsA41XXbPB_bxv75Jts2ftmBJJG8/s320/HPIM1673.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-jf1EbRVlFIXDBkhE6K6MvAFS-ivj267JCHFc9dFpxGwR7qK28hayxgJ3dpH7_JWUmMwjLuwRFZznt5HkUmMb9W3XqQOLzp0QUScfJNVpmKa_jDFxs1CJXmP__9Yf9eAmvMXWIRp1GDb/s1600-h/HPIM1662.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226630906209207842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-jf1EbRVlFIXDBkhE6K6MvAFS-ivj267JCHFc9dFpxGwR7qK28hayxgJ3dpH7_JWUmMwjLuwRFZznt5HkUmMb9W3XqQOLzp0QUScfJNVpmKa_jDFxs1CJXmP__9Yf9eAmvMXWIRp1GDb/s320/HPIM1662.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1HCee_QlH4Kyaj-M4DbnjP7Xg1R2i7oc22Uybgxnbzqq_OoGZMs_8hdrbAuWewBqYAWR0v0ry_SD-11xQxccyo1osLU2YLOGhTzUwynYaF5VRlbifAoA1WNQ3R1NmcYsZHIuvAVbBMb8/s1600-h/HPIM1611.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226630479251179586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1HCee_QlH4Kyaj-M4DbnjP7Xg1R2i7oc22Uybgxnbzqq_OoGZMs_8hdrbAuWewBqYAWR0v0ry_SD-11xQxccyo1osLU2YLOGhTzUwynYaF5VRlbifAoA1WNQ3R1NmcYsZHIuvAVbBMb8/s320/HPIM1611.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcIuNTjRdFXSmvG3FQ9DtCMybxOrL_to7P4QQKEu_psOw6Umj1d6U7jc-XQPYnd2YMrr4EfJ2iSZK3qBObwhhDUvXPC_K3Bs5yIsqFywCxTdOGD5W1XHE9BTFv6j9Ek8dxCuzoOTLwvBw/s1600-h/HPIM1514.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226630108416152962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcIuNTjRdFXSmvG3FQ9DtCMybxOrL_to7P4QQKEu_psOw6Umj1d6U7jc-XQPYnd2YMrr4EfJ2iSZK3qBObwhhDUvXPC_K3Bs5yIsqFywCxTdOGD5W1XHE9BTFv6j9Ek8dxCuzoOTLwvBw/s320/HPIM1514.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBIWi5TCNJTkylUEdm8vAvNTWC4aSVntgK0OfrcMUEiYMNHWgMtk-wQW6sgZnDtKm2uO1ef6Ye7NP3f2hOuhrYWIucuQJ6ocTc6ePu0wA-OpNOwp2Uf9lbUb7YkhyPed4N44NeTRKO0oYw/s1600-h/HPIM1505.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226628743511517906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBIWi5TCNJTkylUEdm8vAvNTWC4aSVntgK0OfrcMUEiYMNHWgMtk-wQW6sgZnDtKm2uO1ef6Ye7NP3f2hOuhrYWIucuQJ6ocTc6ePu0wA-OpNOwp2Uf9lbUb7YkhyPed4N44NeTRKO0oYw/s320/HPIM1505.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-75022594144004149082008-07-23T09:07:00.000-07:002008-07-23T09:17:09.711-07:00Open Wide!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYELCGpJekmJSOPIjjyAvBUohvp8RK0Hl1dywpzlDC6Nwg5SrmTbiv8Lf6f9klLWedfhLsUIwNhpFPSidqnJ1PcNrLRmVnMvZFH8e__1jQ_9kUt9kFy-D-iLiE4AHNWfBT7e34QhVShNJC/s1600-h/HPIM1575.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226243108766284898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYELCGpJekmJSOPIjjyAvBUohvp8RK0Hl1dywpzlDC6Nwg5SrmTbiv8Lf6f9klLWedfhLsUIwNhpFPSidqnJ1PcNrLRmVnMvZFH8e__1jQ_9kUt9kFy-D-iLiE4AHNWfBT7e34QhVShNJC/s320/HPIM1575.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioBVL6GqWiIr-n7dMhyRVgKBu4bppIWBZWVFhg_DxWiONUgnoHVIFv0Db27nJr4UqXikpgvSZKayqLIcMbXl5x3j52_2IuF6ghmhczlfuELHiuy0izmFl2MVltRqbZd9YVXrPqEs0LWVNU/s1600-h/HPIM1582.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226242787933751410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioBVL6GqWiIr-n7dMhyRVgKBu4bppIWBZWVFhg_DxWiONUgnoHVIFv0Db27nJr4UqXikpgvSZKayqLIcMbXl5x3j52_2IuF6ghmhczlfuELHiuy0izmFl2MVltRqbZd9YVXrPqEs0LWVNU/s320/HPIM1582.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1LsclQ5HwrT9hdT1P1BKkIZPS1pkHtILlUS-T2FHVdxMM0YWs8XvMLmE2tw6Q4uNblOhZrs10VZbRBIQ_H1GuV8NdDUVD7e0vX27mWKZZ2XpqqaF2SwX7PeyPtLfMTSz7ABnkQ1VscvS/s1600-h/HPIM1585.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226242464396235378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1LsclQ5HwrT9hdT1P1BKkIZPS1pkHtILlUS-T2FHVdxMM0YWs8XvMLmE2tw6Q4uNblOhZrs10VZbRBIQ_H1GuV8NdDUVD7e0vX27mWKZZ2XpqqaF2SwX7PeyPtLfMTSz7ABnkQ1VscvS/s320/HPIM1585.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Rachel had her first dental appointment recently and did great. She watched Mommy have hers first, and when she realized it wouldn't hurt (after confirming this with me about 100 times) she was ready. She was well-rewarded afterwards with two new toothbrushes (one an electric Ariel), toothpaste, dental floss (great fun to pull completely out), sugar free suckers and a pair of sunglasses. She has 16 teeth (no second molars yet) and a pretty big overbite (unlike Daddy's underbite). Since her visit, our toothbrushing wars have been a bit milder. I have no doubt that braces are in her future, as well as glasses or contacts, since good teeth and vision don't run in this family. Besides, shouldn't everyone be stuck with a dorky, four eyes, metal mouth school picture around the Jr. High years?</div></div></div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-11078359455239917002008-07-15T09:01:00.000-07:002008-07-15T09:16:38.681-07:00Blog Parody<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjTl6-HDYPM-KFg7AV5OZUglIvNTrz8j2FKfFA06n50tmG3BFe0kl5jvefB9XcTW0LGmvDKBUFNb8OLG9M5uItQYwTgOMw6VuwLTltQd3DT3e7wzXdrCqkXJjAwp4LvnEQpD3C-Liwrd2/s1600-h/HPIM1563.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223274260089895170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjTl6-HDYPM-KFg7AV5OZUglIvNTrz8j2FKfFA06n50tmG3BFe0kl5jvefB9XcTW0LGmvDKBUFNb8OLG9M5uItQYwTgOMw6VuwLTltQd3DT3e7wzXdrCqkXJjAwp4LvnEQpD3C-Liwrd2/s320/HPIM1563.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnMceeo-wlrdOgj67MXfMhhglBKSSZcC_bV_PB8FYcjo9wKo7lww9a1QdBlnnX2tLkUjnu6_8EIa-mQLz0wo8w7Il7rWoBCQ4AQQI85R4-0dy3oCuumTlWz8Cg-9MO9b1V0-mPFzAGN9sB/s1600-h/HPIM0903.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223273200525289858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnMceeo-wlrdOgj67MXfMhhglBKSSZcC_bV_PB8FYcjo9wKo7lww9a1QdBlnnX2tLkUjnu6_8EIa-mQLz0wo8w7Il7rWoBCQ4AQQI85R4-0dy3oCuumTlWz8Cg-9MO9b1V0-mPFzAGN9sB/s320/HPIM0903.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>There was an article in today's paper about this blog site--"an astutely sharp spoof of a recent Web phenomenon: the married Mormon blog, in which LDS women (and it's almost always women) write about their family doings, post photos of their kids, and decorate with backgrounds, musical play lists and widgets. It's scrapbooking in a form that everybody, from your neighbors in the ward to people on the other side of the world can see."<br /><br />So, if you're interested, here's the link: <a href="http://www.seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com/">http://www.seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com/</a></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Oh, and since I'm blogging (AGAIN), may as well include some cute Rachel pix.</div><div> </div><div>P.S. Does anyone know how to control where pictures and text land before posting? I sure haven't figured it out, but it seems there's no real control with putting pix where you want them. Then again, if I continue to be this crazed blog lady, I'll probably figure it out sooner than later.</div><div> </div><div>P.P.S. I've decided blogging is no fun unless people comment on your blogs, so comment away and I'll try to do the same with all your new blogs.</div><div> </div><div>P.P.P.S. Blogging is just a cover for procrastinating on other, less fun projects, don't you think?</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-88827158044869075942008-07-14T07:21:00.000-07:002008-07-14T07:28:28.699-07:00Forgot a Tag questionFive of my favorite snacks/foods:<br />1. Ice cream (especially the kind with lots of STUFF--cookie dough, reeses peanut butter cups, etc.)<br />2. Brownies<br />3. Seafood (shellfish--crab, shrimp, scallops) pasta in a white cream sauce<br />4. Eggs Benedict<br />5. Mexican<br /><br />OK, this blogger stuff is addictive (and way too time-consuming). I must stop--NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-91926055230864041212008-07-13T23:55:00.000-07:002008-07-14T00:28:33.177-07:00It's only 1:00 in the morning, may as well do a tagMy first time being tagged, so I thought I'd give it a whirl. Here goes:<br /><br />Five things I was doing ten years ago: <br />1. Living in Seattle.<br />2. Working for a group of radio stations.<br />3. Hiking as much as possible.<br />4. Taking advantage of my radio freebies as much as possible.<br />5. Exploring the state of Washington.<br /><br />Five things on my To Do list:<br />1. Call my mom.<br />2. Call my sister.<br />3. Go to Hobby Lobby for scrapbook stuff (I have a coupon and need to finally start our 1/2 marathon book, which eventually will become digital).<br />4. Pick up pix at Walmart.<br />5. Set up CD/DVD cabinet.<br /><br />Five things I would do if I was a billionaire:<br />1. Buy Grace a new heart.<br />2. Make everyone I love debt free.<br />3. Pay for college for anyone in my family who wanted to go or is currently going.<br />4. Treat everyone I care about to some awesome trips on me.<br />5. Donate lots of money to various causes--especially children-related issues, HLHS and Make-A-Wish Foundation.<br /><br />Five bad habits:<br />1. Watching recorded TV instead of being productive<br />2. Binge eating and/or eating too much junk food<br />3. Not getting enough sleep<br />4. Reading Chick Lit instead of Parenting magazines or other useful stuff<br />5. Procrastinating<br /><br />Five places I have lived:<br />1. Illinois (Springfield, Joliet, Lombard, Chicago)<br />2. Washington (Seattle and Everett)<br />3. Utah (Tooele and Eagle Mountain).<br />Yep, only three states and only in this country--BORing, I know.<br /><br />Five people I tag:<br />1. Carl<br />2. Alan<br />3. Jen<br />4. Emily<br />5. Dacia<br />I pretty much duplicated who Alysia tagged, since I don't know anyone else who blogs. Now time for bed!Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-70239481101092016662008-07-08T05:39:00.000-07:002008-07-08T06:01:12.340-07:00Can you say "Big Girl Pants?"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBqODu7DeC4n_d1RPLorkiBf8hbAsCQKbDxdDlw9V6FhMz3GGP5W_xyM95LFyG6scfdMeXRn7lBes01DYMDl4eYrHWVilkmptOoLJ_pGKFRcdIf_raQupwjaTX5WxgXX2gdw686VS5pMV/s1600-h/HPIM1541.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220627384028186610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBqODu7DeC4n_d1RPLorkiBf8hbAsCQKbDxdDlw9V6FhMz3GGP5W_xyM95LFyG6scfdMeXRn7lBes01DYMDl4eYrHWVilkmptOoLJ_pGKFRcdIf_raQupwjaTX5WxgXX2gdw686VS5pMV/s320/HPIM1541.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwelNDdihhEoq0CFrD89xpO6s84MTYW7Q4ZdCi44yCL4F25n1SF465VHFHchUOFtRV5g1ETVRTgyGK7Q0uDzLoG2R-A6L2zRUhsPPjgiFUQySRu0r158TGKnloxMW_ZTfcSgEIp50ha-4a/s1600-h/HPIM1540.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220627229374550738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwelNDdihhEoq0CFrD89xpO6s84MTYW7Q4ZdCi44yCL4F25n1SF465VHFHchUOFtRV5g1ETVRTgyGK7Q0uDzLoG2R-A6L2zRUhsPPjgiFUQySRu0r158TGKnloxMW_ZTfcSgEIp50ha-4a/s320/HPIM1540.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2xbhTBJ0nXB1LaPQTi57dctacJk-GMEu-gAoxAG4EPH5lTU2RcySe1p6atWmCE4SQg9tmjI4maOdwe5qpl_h62sJqmMOOacsOq5y0wcTQ1iZ1RdA-8VM3yhTiCxGt7LKFGLGPFnNdl1JB/s1600-h/HPIM1545.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220627050283643490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2xbhTBJ0nXB1LaPQTi57dctacJk-GMEu-gAoxAG4EPH5lTU2RcySe1p6atWmCE4SQg9tmjI4maOdwe5qpl_h62sJqmMOOacsOq5y0wcTQ1iZ1RdA-8VM3yhTiCxGt7LKFGLGPFnNdl1JB/s320/HPIM1545.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL0eFqN0EsobOSC0GW4fsV32-dkd5h1jMqLB9BK30ZukmUGD3R1aNH-wzlf-Xi82Upl_AXS60Z323uMzEtrX0UaKyAGws2Fe21STNEcoMAZWf3N8rmL-7CVEW7wOXgpnuqbL3S4mXTP3Tp/s1600-h/HPIM1540.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0wFan6S0pWc0ezjJN8gGxZbCu0qslptTOCnPuYaEErvQOfW36gpQJH5ohtEZ-tDdLwcejT8xGMrEjLjNGz1GScbJXv9Fm7YvwcfRN_xq2D6hJ2iJD0buGzlWfv44WVYLJ-f9XwGwOXClQ/s1600-h/HPIM1539.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Well, Rachel can say it, but that's about all. Granted, her mommy hasn't completely jumped on the pottie training bandwagon yet (my goal is before Labor Day, which means I really don't have to start until August, right?). Interestingly enough, now that pottie training is on the horizon, Rachel has started blessing us with two poops a day instead of the usual one (in case you were curious). I think Belle, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty probably appreciate that Rachel's still in diapers. Rachel's daddy, on the other hand, feels that Rachel should have been pottie trained soon after birth, since she really had nothing else going on at the time. Let's just say that somewhere between birth and college this milestone will take place.</div></div></div></div></div>Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855418709480703744.post-64307805119897844842008-06-27T12:32:00.001-07:002008-06-27T12:33:53.748-07:00Learning to undress<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJdIBJQwTmqWewgLYlbvkqLX8cxXehMcMih1ZkhpDD7WmETcWSYFhWdncTU60llhrrbnccElqPXgRNHC0D_-_g3Oe2iCuYyG4Wzbh7tc2Hjsr9pXLUAWx8yk3I95hOWJ7mJekHYSpFefOL/s1600-h/HPIM1352.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216646692080741282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJdIBJQwTmqWewgLYlbvkqLX8cxXehMcMih1ZkhpDD7WmETcWSYFhWdncTU60llhrrbnccElqPXgRNHC0D_-_g3Oe2iCuYyG4Wzbh7tc2Hjsr9pXLUAWx8yk3I95hOWJ7mJekHYSpFefOL/s320/HPIM1352.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Big head, small body. Better than the alternative, I suppose!Rachel's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072758840731913309noreply@blogger.com4