tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23607884931139622322024-03-13T14:02:21.513-07:00happy nest tooLisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-36331702673460548232011-02-04T11:58:00.000-08:002011-02-04T12:10:44.339-08:00Meatballs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/TUxcgRkj-YI/AAAAAAAAAyc/elgVgkW8CSU/s1600/meatballs2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/TUxcgRkj-YI/AAAAAAAAAyc/elgVgkW8CSU/s400/meatballs2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569928548692785538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I gave my best years to the restaurant trade so that my kids could answer <b>this</b> to the preschool questionnaire?</div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/TUxcBYu3vvI/AAAAAAAAAyU/r3WnO1erZDY/s400/meatballs.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569928018039127794" /><div style="text-align: center;">Ah well. They are Good Viking Boys, after all.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-38858568950742956062010-11-11T17:18:00.000-08:002011-04-04T10:07:12.181-07:00Ponyo and Totoro<div align="center">When you get sick of Nick Jr. and All That is the Marvel of Pixar and Disney, try these:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538467242633467906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/TNyWnPVOGAI/AAAAAAAAAm0/4_fDNPfq09w/s400/ponyo.jpg" /> <div align="center"><strong>Ponyo</strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538467777507102130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/TNyXGX5CDbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/1P507_7jsoA/s400/totoro.jpg" />and<strong> My Neighbor Totoro.</strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Ponyo was the boys' first theater movie, and they were totally caught up in it, despite the somewhat odd little plot and characters. We recently rented Totoro, and they loved it just as much. The animation is old school, but gorgeous. The backgrounds are masterful; the imaginary characters are weird and just scary enough to keep the pre-schoolers on their toes; and the human characters have real life problems and flaws. </div><div align="left">Both films were made by Hayao Miyazaki, who also makes more grown up animated film like Spirited Away (Oscar for Best Animated Feature, 2002) and Howl's Moving Castle. I'm looking forward to watching those with the boys in a few years. Disney is involved in the US versions. They have the rights to distribution or something, but they didn't mess with anything, so they're all original, except for the English dubbing.</div><div align="left">PS: Voice of the mom in Ponyo = Tina Fey. How's that for cred?</div><div align="left">I'm all for a good Toy Story or Nemo, don't get me wrong. But these 2 films are on a different scale of awesome. Check them out. </div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-30756036367056631242010-11-06T11:26:00.000-07:002010-11-07T16:46:51.187-08:00We're Back!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536968932797190962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/TNdD6IPAEzI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fnf9MpxKpH0/s400/CIMG5638.JPG" /> <div align="center"><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/TNdDsir1EUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Cc5oNOGc070/s1600/CIMG5637.JPG"></a><span style="font-size:130%;">The View from Here. </span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Portland Autumn 2010 </span></div><br /><br /><div>(So far beating the hell out of Portland Summer 2010)<br /></div><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536972159249266146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/TNdG17tHteI/AAAAAAAAAmY/F-v9LGe_oyc/s400/CIMG5676.JPG" /><br /><div align="left">Been gone a while. I'll admit it. Facebook took over my photo posting needs. But we'll try this again with a slightly new twist. Plenty about The Boys, of course, but some other fun things, too. Projects, food, recommendations. Blog stuff And here are photos from today to catch us up on what 18 months looks like in the growth of a preschool boy.</div><br /><p align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536967998861220882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/TNdDDxDUHBI/AAAAAAAAAlw/X51eWvF103A/s400/CIMG5671.JPG" /></p></div></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/TNdGD38_i5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/iJvvmjBgbJ0/s1600/CIMG5676.JPG"></a></p>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-74670335200018977722009-05-22T17:37:00.000-07:002009-05-22T17:44:57.316-07:00*SUCCESS!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/ShdGLEaJCVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iNM3f_anBYc/s1600-h/CIMG4310.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338813039246903634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/ShdGLEaJCVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iNM3f_anBYc/s400/CIMG4310.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Yes! We were potty trained for approximately one hour. </div><div align="center">It was totally worth it to wear our underpants.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/ShdGKzfmfAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hvl1G40XFqo/s1600-h/CIMG4309.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338813034706402306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/ShdGKzfmfAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hvl1G40XFqo/s400/CIMG4309.JPG" border="0" /></a>*Photo taken in March. Haven't worn the underpants since. Heavy sigh.<br /><div></div></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-29207278786849877992009-05-22T16:59:00.001-07:002009-05-22T17:37:09.989-07:00R.C. Belt and Sons Construction, Inc.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Shc9drrNtqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/bxnOaD8VmfY/s1600-h/CIMG4234.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338803463420491426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Shc9drrNtqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/bxnOaD8VmfY/s400/CIMG4234.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Shc9dZtjmWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Ue2UtS1tt6w/s1600-h/CIMG4230.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338803458598476130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Shc9dZtjmWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Ue2UtS1tt6w/s400/CIMG4230.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Shc9dDRlvPI/AAAAAAAAAh0/bocLoBWS4IQ/s1600-h/CIMG4229.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338803452575595762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Shc9dDRlvPI/AAAAAAAAAh0/bocLoBWS4IQ/s400/CIMG4229.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Shc9c-9slMI/AAAAAAAAAhs/r2xptojYx90/s1600-h/CIMG4220.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338803451418416322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Shc9c-9slMI/AAAAAAAAAhs/r2xptojYx90/s400/CIMG4220.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-47806086017147811032009-05-22T16:51:00.000-07:002009-05-22T16:58:57.847-07:00Grandma's visit<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Shc75epsatI/AAAAAAAAAhk/n3uxBKyDtao/s1600-h/CIMG4237.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338801741937535698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Shc75epsatI/AAAAAAAAAhk/n3uxBKyDtao/s400/CIMG4237.JPG" border="0" /></a> Happy boys. Happy grandma.</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Shc75OYE-3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/n5Xm01mBOj4/s1600-h/CIMG4196.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338801737568680818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Shc75OYE-3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/n5Xm01mBOj4/s400/CIMG4196.JPG" border="0" /></a> Grandma knit them cozy sweaters. Sean still requests "I want to wear the sweater Grandma made me!"<br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-4963775452268530452009-03-14T11:20:00.001-07:002009-03-14T11:26:43.182-07:00What a mess.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Sbv22ZLHeQI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/lt6qlT6se4g/s1600-h/Michael_Jackson_1971_got_to_be_there.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313111599744514306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/Sbv22ZLHeQI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/lt6qlT6se4g/s400/Michael_Jackson_1971_got_to_be_there.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This morning I was reading the paper and there was a picture of Michael Jackson in all his splendour: black sunglasses; huge, red, lipsticked mouth; hair in his face; lots of sequins. </div><br /><div>Sean said, "Mommy, what's that?"</div><br /><div>I said, "Mmmm...What do you <u>think</u> it is?"</div><br /><div>He looked and thought for a bit and said, "I think it's a funny mommy." But he wasn't laughing.</div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-29174556059621767132009-03-13T22:38:00.000-07:002009-03-14T08:06:30.730-07:00If Iron Butterfly Made a Christmas Album...<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwldKLe2ZiYkKRUYLCiAiod1M0-GFDDuAZ2siLwWskjlOU71yiqDJLgU9o1AISP_CjEm5wvWCRg0HuebUYVjw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-31918490003200787252009-02-18T15:03:00.000-08:002009-02-18T15:19:38.678-08:00Open letter to the lady with the pink hair and the guy with the giant nose ring.Dear Giant Nose Ring Guy and Pink Hair Lady,<br />I apologize for my son, Sean. Sort of.<br />See, since he's not a 19th century toreador, his experience with giant (1/4" thick and black) nose rings is limited. So, when you joined us in that elevator...well, lets face it, there wasn't much else to look at for a 3-year old.<br />And when he said, "Mommy. What's that in his nose?" he meant it in a "Cool accessory, dude!" kind of way, I'm almost positive.<br />And when I, as his mother, (who was almost cool, at best, in her day) said, "Whose nose?" I was totally kidding and trying to get you to smile. So, by not smiling, I can only assume that you were a. deaf, b. stoned, or c. insulted. If it's c, then you are even more hilarious than Sean.<br />Pink Hair Lady at the library who flashed us a huge smile when Sean said, "Mommy! That lady has FUNNY PINK HAIR!" Thank you. You rule.<br />Sincerely,<br />Proud Mother of SeanLisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-896747590992342552009-02-16T18:15:00.001-08:002009-02-16T18:21:13.079-08:00Clo-oser...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SZoeCm7-tdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/raVVWeuXVXo/s1600-h/CIMG4126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303584541342873042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SZoeCm7-tdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/raVVWeuXVXo/s400/CIMG4126.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-298426476963361402009-02-09T18:10:00.000-08:002009-02-09T18:16:35.845-08:00Coconuts<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SZDjKhXSvAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/P9jCHbLhs5U/s1600-h/chikka.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300986531309337602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SZDjKhXSvAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/P9jCHbLhs5U/s400/chikka.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Today, Luke woke up crying from his nap. He keeps having a nightmare that he's "little." I tried to calm him down and suggested we go downstairs and watch "Chikka Chikka Boom Boom." It's one of their favorite books and we have the DVD version too. It's actually just a catchy rhyme about an alphabet climbing a palm tree. </div><br /><div>Anyway, Luke was trying to see the bright side of life, and he said, "Chikka Chikka Boom Boom is my best friend." </div><br /><div>Sean had just woken up too and he looked at Luke for a minute - concerned - and said, "But, Luke, it doesn't have a face. It only has coconuts!"</div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-29087642146572096682009-02-09T18:03:00.000-08:002009-02-09T18:06:06.567-08:00We're getting closer...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SZDg_ewfPAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mV6sKF0qeQ8/s1600-h/CIMG4116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300984142607891458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SZDg_ewfPAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mV6sKF0qeQ8/s400/CIMG4116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-41740070562177115282009-02-03T21:23:00.000-08:002009-02-03T21:32:52.805-08:00No More Bedtime SeussThe boys read books to themselves in bed while Cliff and I read and sit in our rocking chairs. Tonight I brought up "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish" for Luke. It's full of Seussian nonsense characters. <br />Luke (whispering and half sitting up to peer at me through the crib bars): "Mommy! Mommy! Whats that?"<br />So I haul my petard out of the chair and reluctantly indulge him in his postponement of slumber, "What?"<br />"That!" He whispers, pointing at a crazy Seuss character who looks sad. <br />"It's a...creature."<br />*pause*<br />"Yeah. What kind of creature, Mommy?"<br />"It's a...yellow creature."<br />*pause*<br />"Yeah. What that yellow creature called, Mommy?"<br />He could see my shoulders shaking and he grinned a little from behind his pakpak.Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-19194249699487803422009-02-02T23:41:00.000-08:002009-02-03T00:02:43.490-08:00Grass hats!<div align="center">We made strips of green and drew things on them that are in the grass: bugs, dirt, poop. Then we cut grass fringe and made hats. Super cool. We wore them all morning.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYf5Bqh1ZqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/sXZDLC6ejlc/s1600-h/CIMG4103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298477293616064162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYf5Bqh1ZqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/sXZDLC6ejlc/s400/CIMG4103.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sean's worms are orange and go sideways. Luke's worms go vertically and have heads and eyes. The markers were scented, which explains Sean's face...</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYf5BsgmBcI/AAAAAAAAAgo/3R_hqFnrMo8/s1600-h/CIMG4104.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298477294147732930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYf5BsgmBcI/AAAAAAAAAgo/3R_hqFnrMo8/s400/CIMG4104.JPG" border="0" /></a> I suggested a ladybug and Luke drew his first one! What a boy!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYf2ciQxUYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/38vaF9jJRbE/s1600-h/CIMG4107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298474456718594434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYf2ciQxUYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/38vaF9jJRbE/s400/CIMG4107.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-88497406858091425092009-02-02T23:35:00.000-08:002009-02-03T00:03:24.029-08:00Different styles...<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYf0onscI6I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/x_9lJ6YwNtQ/s1600-h/CIMG4100.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298472465311998882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYf0onscI6I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/x_9lJ6YwNtQ/s400/CIMG4100.jpg" border="0" /></a> Luke drew these all by himself - nobody was even in the room!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298472469055811682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYf0o1pCMGI/AAAAAAAAAgY/TjB9EJpABmM/s400/CIMG4091.jpg" border="0" />Sean is too cool to be impressed.<br /><br /></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-27718605811348577312009-02-02T23:18:00.001-08:002009-02-02T23:35:09.646-08:00Fingerpainting!<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfzH5TN_tI/AAAAAAAAAgI/oVpmR0taokc/s1600-h/CIMG4062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298470803590741714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfzH5TN_tI/AAAAAAAAAgI/oVpmR0taokc/s400/CIMG4062.JPG" border="0" /></a>Ready...! (Cheers!)</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfzH6BZxOI/AAAAAAAAAgA/nsuSVseNwmk/s1600-h/CIMG4063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298470803784451298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfzH6BZxOI/AAAAAAAAAgA/nsuSVseNwmk/s400/CIMG4063.JPG" border="0" /></a>Set...!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfyG6JpnPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/MnaHobtl2Og/s1600-h/Copy+(1)+ofCIMG4081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298469687127547122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfyG6JpnPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/MnaHobtl2Og/s400/Copy+(1)+ofCIMG4081.JPG" border="0" /></a> GO!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfxBsD85tI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Z5kJac7cAL0/s1600-h/CIMG4077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298468497934575314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfxBsD85tI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Z5kJac7cAL0/s400/CIMG4077.JPG" border="0" /></a>Sean REALLY got into it!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfxBEA50xI/AAAAAAAAAfo/37261owSrok/s1600-h/CIMG4079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298468487184372498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfxBEA50xI/AAAAAAAAAfo/37261owSrok/s400/CIMG4079.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div><br /></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-58140019159485272522009-02-02T22:51:00.000-08:002009-02-02T23:08:06.576-08:00This is going to take longer than I thought...The plan: Buy super cool irresistable underpants to entice the boys to start using the "teapot." The reality: Walk in on this little scenario:<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfsyoWvfqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pe77nj_84x8/s1600-h/CIMG4112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298463841195097762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfsyoWvfqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pe77nj_84x8/s400/CIMG4112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfsyapLK_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/_D6hpW4RYPY/s1600-h/CIMG4113.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298463837514312690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfsyapLK_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/_D6hpW4RYPY/s400/CIMG4113.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfrlvXNR8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ffHln3uuI6E/s1600-h/CIMG4114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298462520226170818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfrlvXNR8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ffHln3uuI6E/s400/CIMG4114.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfrlIItmiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/AMu6SrvEHNs/s1600-h/CIMG4115.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298462509696391714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfrlIItmiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/AMu6SrvEHNs/s400/CIMG4115.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-92058172460306215812009-02-02T22:39:00.001-08:002009-02-02T22:51:06.283-08:00Buckaroos.<div align="center">Wonderful Leslie put together the world's greatest cowboy outfits for the boys' birthday. Genuine Santa Fe red felt hats, vintage cowboy shirts, beaded belts and hand sewn vests with sheriff badges. The first hats were too small due to their GIANT HEADS, but she exchanged them for Size L's and the boys became dudes.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfpBcB-uAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/L3w6IdKH9Po/s1600-h/CIMG4022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298459697538316290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfpBcB-uAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/L3w6IdKH9Po/s400/CIMG4022.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sean back<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfpBVi72KI/AAAAAAAAAe4/xoYN1Pkq0NA/s1600-h/CIMG4025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298459695797491874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfpBVi72KI/AAAAAAAAAe4/xoYN1Pkq0NA/s400/CIMG4025.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sean front<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfoGfmHSiI/AAAAAAAAAew/84R-EGRe5X4/s1600-h/CIMG4027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298458684882897442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfoGfmHSiI/AAAAAAAAAew/84R-EGRe5X4/s400/CIMG4027.JPG" border="0" /></a> Luke front<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfoGH2i6LI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3ehh9T1CQWA/s1600-h/CIMG4029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298458678509365426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfoGH2i6LI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3ehh9T1CQWA/s400/CIMG4029.JPG" border="0" /></a> Luke back<br /><div> </div></div></div><br /></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-86642272603551481602009-02-01T22:50:00.001-08:002009-02-02T23:09:27.190-08:00Christmas Dinner At Gill and Chris and William' House<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfk__y-tRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Dtgk86YI6m8/s1600-h/CIMG3993.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298455274732827922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfk__y-tRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Dtgk86YI6m8/s400/CIMG3993.JPG" border="0" /></a> What it takes to get two 3-year old boys ready to leave the house on Christmas night.</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfkEK_4-vI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vrZSQ4_Xog8/s1600-h/CIMG3994.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298454246947617522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfkEK_4-vI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vrZSQ4_Xog8/s400/CIMG3994.JPG" border="0" /></a> Edna and her Snow Friend greeted us.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfjiUwAAFI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gKg_3XX4_b8/s1600-h/CIMG3998.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298453665449771090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfjiUwAAFI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gKg_3XX4_b8/s400/CIMG3998.JPG" border="0" /></a> Merry Christmas!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfi3V3jgLI/AAAAAAAAAeI/YNqqTN2bYt8/s1600-h/CIMG3999.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298452927015518386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfi3V3jgLI/AAAAAAAAAeI/YNqqTN2bYt8/s400/CIMG3999.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nothing says Happy Holidays like lobbing stuff at your dog with a catapult.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfi3Dw3LoI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Vn6xT3ahFV8/s1600-h/CIMG4001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298452922155609730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfi3Dw3LoI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Vn6xT3ahFV8/s400/CIMG4001.JPG" border="0" /></a> Clint and Jenn bring the Cool to Christmas.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfh_sgAiII/AAAAAAAAAd4/5l-4vCDBl84/s1600-h/CIMG4003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298451971018098818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SYfh_sgAiII/AAAAAAAAAd4/5l-4vCDBl84/s400/CIMG4003.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mrs. Fun. <div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-1633202707490317862009-01-25T10:16:00.000-08:002009-01-27T19:44:13.721-08:00Christmas Morning 2008<div align="center"> (Better late than never...)</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-7quXVMYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/opM9z7qiKP8/s1600-h/CIMG3945.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296158029485781378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-7quXVMYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/opM9z7qiKP8/s400/CIMG3945.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-7qH8IeQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/MrUADF8CUwM/s1600-h/CIMG3946.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296158019171154178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-7qH8IeQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/MrUADF8CUwM/s400/CIMG3946.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-0SDh4yiI/AAAAAAAAAdY/MVyPZV_j5uY/s1600-h/CIMG3947.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296149909089077794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-0SDh4yiI/AAAAAAAAAdY/MVyPZV_j5uY/s400/CIMG3947.JPG" border="0" /></a> Luke asked for "a el-o-phant!" from Santa!<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296184088733575602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX_TXkoKabI/AAAAAAAAAdw/l7OVjW4V0PM/s400/CIMG3953.JPG" border="0" /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-0RErnWYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/UrsF-ycWKcs/s1600-h/CIMG3954.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296149892218444162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-0RErnWYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/UrsF-ycWKcs/s400/CIMG3954.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-zbiieIgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/n59WfQgUAjc/s1600-h/CIMG3961.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296148972520219138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-zbiieIgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/n59WfQgUAjc/s400/CIMG3961.JPG" border="0" /></a>Super cool track from Dad.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-zbCwRtJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Kgc2CcAuEj8/s1600-h/CIMG3971.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296148963988190354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-zbCwRtJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Kgc2CcAuEj8/s400/CIMG3971.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sean asked for the special red "chakka chakka choo choo train" from Santa.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-y0PTHePI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H_1oLmh42e4/s1600-h/CIMG3979.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296148297340647666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-y0PTHePI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H_1oLmh42e4/s400/CIMG3979.JPG" border="0" /></a> Daddy got wine from Clint, who always knows what to get...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-yzgQt-zI/AAAAAAAAAco/Ndzs_dXiiUU/s1600-h/CIMG3981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296148284714122034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-yzgQt-zI/AAAAAAAAAco/Ndzs_dXiiUU/s400/CIMG3981.JPG" border="0" /></a>Clint brought awesome tractors for his brothers.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-yRRIx5DI/AAAAAAAAAcg/meZDpmkQNws/s1600-h/CIMG3987.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147696538739762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SX-yRRIx5DI/AAAAAAAAAcg/meZDpmkQNws/s400/CIMG3987.JPG" border="0" /></a> and they helped him open his present from us.</div><div>Merry Christmas!<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-14600049045349642362009-01-18T23:07:00.000-08:002009-01-18T23:15:25.578-08:00The Storm of the Century!<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SXQn-h0zTtI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GrBWijO3DKs/s1600-h/CIMG3909.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292899417252384466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SXQn-h0zTtI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GrBWijO3DKs/s400/CIMG3909.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our backyard before...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292899405076161474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SXQn90dw48I/AAAAAAAAAcA/1N9TUJwII5I/s400/CIMG3916.JPG" border="0" />and after the invasion. </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SXQn-VHZpuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/P5dqEANeLWs/s1600-h/CIMG3922.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292899413840733922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SXQn-VHZpuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/P5dqEANeLWs/s400/CIMG3922.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bye Mommy! Watch your step. </div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-28827437514630759802009-01-18T22:59:00.000-08:002009-01-18T23:20:53.684-08:00Grandma and Grandpa Christmas '08<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SXQmZmdRVcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/QdBWruMpvdU/s1600-h/CIMG3913.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292897683329078722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SXQmZmdRVcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/QdBWruMpvdU/s400/CIMG3913.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SXQmZHRX0QI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ZHkxH5CqlGw/s1600-h/CIMG3912.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292897674957672706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SXQmZHRX0QI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ZHkxH5CqlGw/s400/CIMG3912.JPG" border="0" /></a> Oh well. At least Grandma and Grandpa are smiling...<br /><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-87047455478552890382009-01-18T15:02:00.000-08:002009-01-18T15:07:53.769-08:00I still don't know where he heard that word...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SXO180rGmwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Rt2NbCerXqo/s1600-h/jaguar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292774043626674946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SXO180rGmwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Rt2NbCerXqo/s320/jaguar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yesterday we were walking through Fred Meyer, past the women's underwear section. Luke pulled away from me and made a beeline for the bra rack, pulled out a leopard print bra, and declared loud and clear for all the other women (and good mothers) to hear, </div><br /><div align="center">"Mommy! Jaguar boobs!"</div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-2780974955499756252009-01-14T15:36:00.001-08:002009-01-14T16:23:05.868-08:00Snowed in with Grandpa Rokke!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SW6Avr3rGAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/E728KWIKWag/s1600-h/CIMG3891.JPG"></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SW6AuyXUbDI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0rIYSYk1LRA/s1600-h/CIMG3890.JPG"></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SW58jv81NOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jQfiW5s1Rug/s1600-h/CIMG3893.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291303565815788770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SW58jv81NOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jQfiW5s1Rug/s320/CIMG3893.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291305937754145458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SW5-t0HAQrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/u8cPe4JzOEU/s320/CIMG3892.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SW58NZZhpRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/qoTP1Ss-css/s1600-h/CIMG3894.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291303181805004050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SW58NZZhpRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/qoTP1Ss-css/s320/CIMG3894.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360788493113962232.post-32617069388438112792009-01-12T09:35:00.000-08:002009-01-12T09:52:06.673-08:00Sparkley PantalonaysThe other day, the boys and I spent a rainy lunchtime shopping in Target and eating peanut butter sandwiches and snack cups. The boys got a little rambunctious and wouldn't mind me. Finally, they took off and ran about 20 feet away - playing in the clothing racks - where I couldn't see them. I stormed after them and grabbed two little elbows, marched them back to the cart, and said in my most serious low voice, "Mommy is mad, MAD, <strong>MAD.</strong> You need to stay by the cart and be very quiet and very good!" Sean stuck around and kept looking up and asking, "Are you HAPPY, Mommy?" I strung him a long a little, and then heard Luke coming towards us.<br /><br />He was displaying his most winning, convincing smile and carefully holding a hanger way up over his head so as not to step on the fanciest, most beautiful peace offering he could find for me. "Here, Mommy! Maybe you like these sparkley pantalonays!"<br /><br />Shiny, metallic, gold stretch pants, size XL. These are pants Donna Summer would have turned down for her 1978 World Tour as "way too over the top."<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290466020422549682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8v1WVJUu_c/SWuC0MOPgLI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5k93GPnrBVI/s400/41NjrZb8A9L__AA260_.jpg" border="0" /><br />I'm going to save them in my closet to pull out and remember the good times the first time the boys swear at me, or slam the door on me, or tell me they want to go to art school, or some other awful day to come in the future.Lisa Belthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134510020861364844noreply@blogger.com0