tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335140662024-03-13T09:56:34.533-05:00Confessions of a Martha Stewart RejectThe Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.comBlogger605125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-29161774290704954162012-03-02T16:30:00.000-06:002012-03-02T16:30:26.981-06:00Five Thing About Me Friday1. I LOVE yoga. I started doing it 3 years ago when I was running habitually. I would usually run my 3 miles and then come home and do my favorite yoga show on Fit TV,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_224431217"> Namaste Yog</a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Namaste-Yoga-Complete-First-Season/dp/B005HRNDH8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1329502251&sr=8-1">a</a>. Sadly, it has since gone off the air and I recently got the 2nd season on DVD. I promise it is the best instructional yoga around! It also has amazing reviews on Amazon.<br />
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2. I am a previous tanorexic. I lived in a tanning bed during college. When I look back at pictures I was so ridiculously dark (but still felt pale) that I looked sick! Now I slather on SPF every time I am out in the sun. So many women are developing skin cancer that can possibly lead to death. I might be next! Even though my legs look less damaged by hail when I'm dark, I am choosing the sunless tanning route to prolong my life a little longer. It will be definitely worth it in the end!<br />
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3. Number 2 led to number 3. I am crazy about my skin care regimen. Because of all the sun damage I have done to my face, I am developing premature wrinkles and sun spots. I clean my face every morning and every night and apply an SPF moisturizer each time. In the shower I use a facial scrub and I use a peel twice a week. On top of that, I have super dry skin. Great for pimple less skin but bad for the production of wrinkles. My favorite two products ever are St. Ives Apricot Scrub and So Moist (discontinued) moisturizing mask by Estee Lauder. Currently I am using <a href="http://www.esteelauder.com/product/688/4197/Product-Catalog/Skincare/By-Category/Moisturizers/Time-Zone/Line-and-Wrinkle-Reducing-Lotion-SPF15/index.tmpl">Time Zone</a> moisturizer by E.L. and a peel by <a href="http://www.juicebeauty.com/store/green-apple-peel-sensitive.html">Juice Beauty called Apple Peel</a>. <br />
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4. I am obsessed with reality T.V. I watch ALL of the Housewives shows, Bethany Ever After, anything Kardashian, and then The Soup to tie it all up for me just in case I missed something. I tivo all of them and watch them in 15 minute increments when I get a break here and there. I love these dang shows. But in my defense, Swamp People and Gold Rush are my husband's favorite shows. These shows are exact duplicates of mine except with men and a few less teeth.<br />
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5. In high school I was called Tree Trunks Tanner (maiden name) by the boys in my P.E. classes. I could out leg press 90% of them. Between walking on my tip toes the majority of my life and several years of dance, I had calves the size of a California Redwood. Lauren now walks on her tip toes now. Although I think it's so dang cute, I am silently cringing thinking she might get them too! Even when I was running regularly they didn't shrink a inch. I swear I could be 65lbs and still have them. If you ever need your car pulled out of a ditch, call me. LOL!The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-73328227993972914432012-02-29T20:19:00.000-06:002012-02-29T20:19:16.795-06:00Do you Bento?I have been crazy about Bento Boxes for about a year now. It was just until a month ago that Wren was old enough and had the need for one. She goes to a in home daycare two days a week for the social interaction and just as important, a break for my mom! Since she is currently a vegetarian and non-dairy drinker, I recognize that her diet is not as easy as the other kids at the daycare. So I started packing her lunches for her much to Mrs. Tina's delight. Now, I don't consider myself a Bento-ist. I don't go all out like most of them do mainly because I know Wren could care less what her food looks like. Maybe when she gets a little older, I will pull out all the stops. For now, I will stick to my simple Bentos. I get so excited to make them and I'm constantly thinking about new things to place in them. Do you Bento for your kids? If so do you have any sites you just love? My favorite is <a href="http://wendolonia.com/bentoboxgallery/">Wendolonia</a>. I love her simple lunches and all her fun ideas. Check it out if you pack your little ones lunches.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Here are my Bentos.(Man, my camera work stinks!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is her morning snack. Peach soy yogurt, clementines, and blueberries. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_AknqwvuKfgmtn8-3ZTbXpm_nkk5aHYd6EL1hL_6Df9Bak-QRaMksI3suj-89aal4vonomvVYqUnam7QWfXceQrsH76pIsjA-Bg4s_RiGpYOTqYIj6FrRzCedmP3l74wzsUfAQ/s1600/SDC12786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_AknqwvuKfgmtn8-3ZTbXpm_nkk5aHYd6EL1hL_6Df9Bak-QRaMksI3suj-89aal4vonomvVYqUnam7QWfXceQrsH76pIsjA-Bg4s_RiGpYOTqYIj6FrRzCedmP3l74wzsUfAQ/s400/SDC12786.JPG" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Peas, tofu bologna & cheese roll ups, blackberries, blueberries, and grapes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<div style="text-align: center;"> Other days look like this! I thought this picture was so pitiful it was precious. It's true. Not everyday is made beds, clean dishes, and bows in hair. On these days she gets to pick out her own clothes, she wears her breakfast a little longer on her cheeks, and I forgo the bow torture. Thank goodness. Every once in a while we all need a break. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-41549383624081833292012-02-17T06:05:00.001-06:002012-02-17T06:05:00.849-06:00These are my confessions............Several of my blogging girlfriends have really been open about themselves on their blogs. They write about their marriages, motherhood, themselves, and most of all their not so great moments. One of my girlfriends <a href="http://stephshodgepodgelodge.blogspot.com/">Stephanie</a> is so eloquent at writing about her neurotic Type A self and makes it sound oh so beautifully hilarious. So I thought I would take a moment, since this blog has been hijacked by my daughter, to write about myself. Since tomorrow is Friday, I will uncreatively call this, Five things about me Friday. In the words of Usher, these are my confessions.<br />
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1. I am a major control addict. If I don't know what time it's happening, ending, all the details in between, I am likely to bail out before I even give it a second thought. I would be the worst person to throw a surprise party for. I would probably end up locking myself in the bathroom writing out an itinerary for the rest of the evening for the host/hostess. <br />
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2. I have ADD. Seriously, medication prescribed, full blown losing everything, starting new tasks before finishing current ones, constantly interrupting conversations, closet is a FEMA wreck, ADD. My house is <i>usually</i> picked up and neat as a whistle (whatever that means), walk into my bedroom and it looks like what I imagine a episode of Hoarders depicts. Ask my parents, this has been a life long battle. I know as an adult, it is my job to keep my house clean enough so that the city can't condemn it but my bedroom is like my own personal rebellion space, where I can throw clothes in untidy piles and leave my bed unmade if I chose. <br />
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3. I love to sing. Now, I didn't say I was a great singer, but I love to sing. I make it a point to make sure that I sing to Lauren at least once a day. Our favorite tunes are, "Rise and Shine" and "You are My Sunshine".<br />
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4. I pray at least 20 times a day. These aren't 10 minute fully reflective prayers but simple givings of thanks. Last night at 3:30 in the morning Lauren would NOT go to sleep. I sat there rocking her and I kept thanking God that I could share this quiet moment with her. Things like these are the little prayers I send up to God all through the day and night. <br />
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5. I'm a tad bit emotional. Alright, I am a full fledged nut bag, cry at everything crazy person. But, I come by it honestly. My mother and I cry at parades and ridiculous television shows. Here's the icing on the cake, once at Sea World, I believe I was 22, we were watching an orka and dolphin show. I looked over at my mom, lowered my sunglasses at her and we both realized we were crying!! What about a dolphin show makes anyone cry??? NOTHING! Who knows, but if it's a tad bit amazing, you can bet I will be sobbing. I just watched on You Tube baby sloths getting baths at the zoo and I cried. Seriously? Maybe that's why God chose me to be a social worker. Believe me, I am empathetic, even to sloths and dolphins.The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-69667566507601057882012-02-06T09:52:00.000-06:002012-02-06T09:52:49.288-06:00Super Bowl Half time show<div style="text-align: center;">My dad just posted this photo on his Facebook page and I had to grab it and post it too. Here was my half-time show. Actually, this show went on through the whole game. These two are ridiculous together, which I absolutely love..........</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVb_DmvIuu1dv69FtmJDhLDx4_Msz91TUewLH6KcUXoQLzpv0EmnjP5QeySxRzLEMkizGmRCTuZkyiERqVZjPYOYp-mZwktQxN0Kqk5sPQjXQP8iCl8zRLtLblmyHFuItqkJMJ4w/s1600/superbowl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVb_DmvIuu1dv69FtmJDhLDx4_Msz91TUewLH6KcUXoQLzpv0EmnjP5QeySxRzLEMkizGmRCTuZkyiERqVZjPYOYp-mZwktQxN0Kqk5sPQjXQP8iCl8zRLtLblmyHFuItqkJMJ4w/s400/superbowl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-5159267051194848602012-01-24T14:12:00.000-06:002012-01-24T14:13:00.008-06:00How precious is this?! I laughed and then cried!<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vUJIgkPoiBg?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"></iframe>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-25019426430607004852012-01-23T09:53:00.000-06:002012-01-23T09:53:18.456-06:00Life's wam and fuzzy momentsWren is lucky enough to have 7 great-grandmas and great-grandpas who think she hung the moon. We call them over so she can "entertain" them. Here is a classic shot of my grandparents. My grandpa who doesn't always feel that great doesn't even hesitate when she yells over to him and pats the floor, signalling that she wants him to sit beside her or to come in to her playhouse, or in this case jump with her in her bounce house. If she only knew now, just how lucky she is. These are the little moments that make <i>my</i> life fulfilled. <br />
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</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Close up shot of the said ponytail. She loves her thermometer She is always making sure that all of us are fever free. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxbxF4eeCzu86IPkj6AjDUr9jtAfXdu7pSofldu0wFnBbYkt5L-yAKtK7MdI_pkjL2fWO8hOtai8Gd17K-fm8tB4fipiZDTU3Tkk7bojXrQncsEVr5g3-wKQEoHFd8rkjDyeZ6A/s1600/SDC12642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxbxF4eeCzu86IPkj6AjDUr9jtAfXdu7pSofldu0wFnBbYkt5L-yAKtK7MdI_pkjL2fWO8hOtai8Gd17K-fm8tB4fipiZDTU3Tkk7bojXrQncsEVr5g3-wKQEoHFd8rkjDyeZ6A/s640/SDC12642.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-70005162201624555642012-01-16T07:00:00.000-06:002012-01-16T07:00:08.238-06:00Snow day<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Besides cooking in her kitchen and cleaning her playhouse, Lauren's favorite thing to do is make Little Kitty lay still so she can lay on him and kiss him. It is pretty cute but we feel sorry for him, although he doesn't seem to mind much. </div>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-58288657005925076692012-01-12T09:30:00.000-06:002012-01-12T09:30:01.182-06:00Whats the stats?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQwcx_4B8rmA8PHjvMaUZwztAWbzntpQRCtSAxEPAoF0ZCoy-n9ds0K0T_agGz3xduSiR1FIawk66q9bBUYbndGZHa7JR0OCxBiQXutAUxRQG8sQHHcDKWtu5ALRyX1ryYWGoyQ/s1600/SDC12302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQwcx_4B8rmA8PHjvMaUZwztAWbzntpQRCtSAxEPAoF0ZCoy-n9ds0K0T_agGz3xduSiR1FIawk66q9bBUYbndGZHa7JR0OCxBiQXutAUxRQG8sQHHcDKWtu5ALRyX1ryYWGoyQ/s640/SDC12302.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Lauren was recently checking her Fantasy Football stats and making a few changes to her Sunday line up. How about the giraffe print pants and her ILLINI cheer dress? She is starting to dress her self. Loved this combination. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzmOL83TSAy0VSNGD_GVwBTwABFKMg4pBu1k1TxoHLk5cyz4bNhXwNBqhHMwVHUQ2bv7a1HYuQOdKPPjGH2t_jCo0GGXCWRNeA8pMPxTTrA94C2HTXUrc0pLyxteIaRK0h3kUSA/s1600/SDC12301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzmOL83TSAy0VSNGD_GVwBTwABFKMg4pBu1k1TxoHLk5cyz4bNhXwNBqhHMwVHUQ2bv7a1HYuQOdKPPjGH2t_jCo0GGXCWRNeA8pMPxTTrA94C2HTXUrc0pLyxteIaRK0h3kUSA/s640/SDC12301.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-70988944229373507972012-01-08T20:23:00.000-06:002012-01-08T20:23:54.818-06:00Success!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our fast and furious trip to Indiana went off without a hitch. Lauren faired well on her 4.5 hour car trip both there and back. I packed her a lot of snacks and muppet-ish DVDs. The kids played while we tried to catch up in between diaper changes, feedings, meal preparations, cleaning up, bathtime, naptime, bedtime. Sadly, we didn't get to talk as much as we wanted to. We kept saying, well it's reality! Life goes at warp speed right now, especially with two. Our college nights spent talking for 4 hours about nothing is a thing of the past. Even though it was quick, we had a wonderful time with our babies and each other. We miss you Mich, Mia, and Brecken! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michele, Brecken, and Lauren cooking our dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8HBDnxvH0U_1UfI6iGxCftV_qG9BQWpcfS4XIR9rf3TnSnauhEWvEq42xT3O7Ek0cxNw3oOnX2yWWvDsNGfJmLh-C6U0G78t5n30TE2I7zLxvZ6cn_C5mKPJ5x59pCdCaFe-oA/s1600/SDC12612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8HBDnxvH0U_1UfI6iGxCftV_qG9BQWpcfS4XIR9rf3TnSnauhEWvEq42xT3O7Ek0cxNw3oOnX2yWWvDsNGfJmLh-C6U0G78t5n30TE2I7zLxvZ6cn_C5mKPJ5x59pCdCaFe-oA/s640/SDC12612.JPG" width="480" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This child did this the whole time! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswgXlBMfYaD9OWPqtuoAWxJJHISdUqL_KVybjtGgOgaNh-ZfIhuvDVH5TyskxsXm0xXsGOC_1o8dh5_DhgRJ5dGx9F7ehrDcmSyV6_en4ddbTbmtCjtLjRkzq6I9VFD01EkogiQ/s1600/SDC12619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswgXlBMfYaD9OWPqtuoAWxJJHISdUqL_KVybjtGgOgaNh-ZfIhuvDVH5TyskxsXm0xXsGOC_1o8dh5_DhgRJ5dGx9F7ehrDcmSyV6_en4ddbTbmtCjtLjRkzq6I9VFD01EkogiQ/s640/SDC12619.JPG" width="480" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She really got a kick out of him. She kept walking around saying "Shhhh....." when he was asleep. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0E5uaEdzHPDyn3fI8WGMUUP4Kdw8x5MpEl6v-WEOx23ONy56INTyHQFHCIKW_YG6XEmhrRU9KJByJfHVte-JKvJygL2ZdZsPJbuWru5D97k9HZlahiSozyelaKvV6PoAYUMM3tQ/s1600/SDC12621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0E5uaEdzHPDyn3fI8WGMUUP4Kdw8x5MpEl6v-WEOx23ONy56INTyHQFHCIKW_YG6XEmhrRU9KJByJfHVte-JKvJygL2ZdZsPJbuWru5D97k9HZlahiSozyelaKvV6PoAYUMM3tQ/s640/SDC12621.JPG" width="640" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Us and our babies. I wished I would have gotten a better picture of Mia. But little girls don't have time for picture taking. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0TTVA-c6Pmuw6tR91VttmeSksgH-Fgqyg19tcvc2kTzhcV9iXZjxVFG2mCPh3qD0smgeKuLenmdJhMkH00BKw6uTQbzMX4_EAfayJ3bdOvxOyqBOZRQpZVRfKEyeITl9Eri_x1A/s400/SDC12630.JPG" width="400" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had to include this shot. It is of my front seat while driving home. Note the babies in my lap. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZW20mvoz7De1BpZzAFyT8qvZul-fOIy1Kl38cZ9VTkegqXTPZVzM_oR8DNimDhtmxQuIbLXHDCQT_aezkohaqYxakOjQMsL_JzsLoMgVXpkcwJ1h5TVaXauqwfwqTYcs3RGXwJQ/s1600/SDC12632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZW20mvoz7De1BpZzAFyT8qvZul-fOIy1Kl38cZ9VTkegqXTPZVzM_oR8DNimDhtmxQuIbLXHDCQT_aezkohaqYxakOjQMsL_JzsLoMgVXpkcwJ1h5TVaXauqwfwqTYcs3RGXwJQ/s640/SDC12632.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-55049736053529469622012-01-04T07:12:00.003-06:002012-01-04T07:12:01.325-06:00And were off!!! Pray for us!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lRqyZ1ykLJ4/TwO1ofIOT-I/AAAAAAAAF8E/O4XMzEnmWTM/s1600/SDC12597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lRqyZ1ykLJ4/TwO1ofIOT-I/AAAAAAAAF8E/O4XMzEnmWTM/s640/SDC12597.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This morning we are leaving for Lauren's first long trip. We are traveling to visit my best friend from college, Michele. We are traveling 4.5 hours in the car!! Since she has become fascinated with the Muppets, I hope that the movies I have packed and the 30 snacks will keep her pacified. I can't wait to see Michele and her babies Mia and Brecken! Wish us luck!</div>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-5832499718440415632012-01-03T20:10:00.000-06:002012-01-03T20:10:58.208-06:00Babies and Buddies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Today was my first day back to work. I love love my practicum so I was totally happy to go back. During my 2 week holiday break, Lauren and I did lots of playing. Lauren and her buddy Chase have had a few play dates. Bouncing is always involved. They are so cute together! They play well together for a while and they argue about a baby doll that the other one has. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> She has also grown quite accustom to being a little mother to her babies. I am fully open to her playing with balls, planes, trains, and tools. But she seems to be drawn to her babies. She is constantly "shhhhing" us so that her babies can sleep. Here are a few shots from our two week break. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Waiting for their cupcakes to bake. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3yY8m2IiHQ/TwOxSk1lkQI/AAAAAAAAF7s/4H3AG7E4kOo/s1600/SDC12584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0A7TO0fNrI/TwOwt6nclCI/AAAAAAAAF6w/QcrO-RxG4ZY/s1600/SDC12582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0A7TO0fNrI/TwOwt6nclCI/AAAAAAAAF6w/QcrO-RxG4ZY/s640/SDC12582.JPG" width="480" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bouncing, as usual... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNGSGEuzRXE/TwOyrl2p-uI/AAAAAAAAF74/ypGC-NL0hVw/s1600/SDC12583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNGSGEuzRXE/TwOyrl2p-uI/AAAAAAAAF74/ypGC-NL0hVw/s640/SDC12583.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Lauren and her Baby Alive baby</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gL2wh7hZvRg/TwOwvjVAThI/AAAAAAAAF64/FF5NiVlXDNI/s1600/SDC12580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gL2wh7hZvRg/TwOwvjVAThI/AAAAAAAAF64/FF5NiVlXDNI/s640/SDC12580.JPG" width="480" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her water baby </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkTcyIxsEZw/TwOxHRw2SkI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/ZUKCbQn4ZDQ/s1600/SDC12551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkTcyIxsEZw/TwOxHRw2SkI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/ZUKCbQn4ZDQ/s640/SDC12551.JPG" width="480" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On an outing with her baby. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3irGuZ5XRRc/TwOxQH6qooI/AAAAAAAAF7k/owow0EjHnjY/s1600/SDC12592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3irGuZ5XRRc/TwOxQH6qooI/AAAAAAAAF7k/owow0EjHnjY/s640/SDC12592.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-21686051753794259682011-12-29T20:10:00.002-06:002011-12-29T20:17:27.495-06:00Our Christmas recap.....(longest post ever)This post is pretty much for memories sake. Warning, there are a few hundred photos of Wren with her presents. <br />
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Oh, the depressing feeling of Christmas's end. Our 48 hour Christmas festivities have finally come to a halt. When she woke up, we sang Happy Birthday to her baby Jesus along with some major clapping on her part. I had to pack away her nativity scene while she was gone because she loves her baby Jesus! He slept with her many nights in December. This was the second year that I hosted Christmas morning breakfast. It's a nice way for both sides of our families to come together before we start the 3 stop home hopping. We all ate and watched Lauren play with her new kitchen and babies.<br />
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We didn't buy much for her this year, because one, we are on a super tight budget and two because she loves to play with plastic cups, keys, and golf balls. She got from Santa two baby dolls, Cabbage Patch and Baby Alive, a baby stroller, and a Disney Princess Tent. All together we had four get togethers not including our own. Lauren's 7pm bedtime was shot both nights and stretched into 10:30ish. <br />
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The best part about Christmas this year was to see our families fall in love with Christmas all over again as they watched Lauren. They say that Christmas is a child's holiday, but I can argue that several adults could say this was their best one yet. I hope that everyone found joy in whatever holiday or tradition they celebrated this December. I hope that you all rekindled the spirit that many of us had as children. I also hope that it inspired you to reach out and do something for someone else. As we head into the new year, my wish is that we all become a little more cognoscente of those around us and to give a little more of ourselves to those in need. As 2011 draws to a close, I hope that we all can say we made wonderful memories with those we love. In the end, that's all we really have anyway, right? On with the pictures!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Christmas Eve Morning in her new Elmo jammies </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MT5S68z4W8M/Tv0X_FVLnEI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/NMc4ug9kS-A/s1600/SDC12374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MT5S68z4W8M/Tv0X_FVLnEI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/NMc4ug9kS-A/s640/SDC12374.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Christmas Eve at her Great Grandparents house</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUrbv9gJPg0/Tv0YBJcz2-I/AAAAAAAAF5g/GeLdAdnui_w/s1600/SDC12382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUrbv9gJPg0/Tv0YBJcz2-I/AAAAAAAAF5g/GeLdAdnui_w/s640/SDC12382.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My grandpa gave Lauren a baby doll and this beautiful 85 year old baby bed of my grandmothers. Although we told her it was for her babies, she still wanted in it. As always, my grandpa gives such thoughtful gifts. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BwbBBLjYRnA/Tv0YDrA5Y0I/AAAAAAAAF5o/8GkKutozReU/s1600/SDC12384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BwbBBLjYRnA/Tv0YDrA5Y0I/AAAAAAAAF5o/8GkKutozReU/s640/SDC12384.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Whew! A nap before mass at 5:30. I even drove around for an extra 30 mins so she could get in some extra sleep. Note the hair bow is out and thrown about the car. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yiHYCLN3ssc/Tv0YFqIR24I/AAAAAAAAF5w/pOGpn8uOQkY/s1600/SDC12390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yiHYCLN3ssc/Tv0YFqIR24I/AAAAAAAAF5w/pOGpn8uOQkY/s640/SDC12390.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Right before church. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8z5R59cpOME/Tv0YHr4DFwI/AAAAAAAAF54/-1CfQSnAaio/s1600/SDC12394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8z5R59cpOME/Tv0YHr4DFwI/AAAAAAAAF54/-1CfQSnAaio/s640/SDC12394.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Way.......past bedtime and she was so delirious she posed for a picture.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MFzmrmjy50/Tv0YITO4HhI/AAAAAAAAF6A/R0lyYDfrFYw/s1600/SDC12419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MFzmrmjy50/Tv0YITO4HhI/AAAAAAAAF6A/R0lyYDfrFYw/s400/SDC12419.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Chasing the mouse with Nanny and Great Grandma</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Grandpa and Papa on Christmas Morning</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mkdqnlp1bzo/TvnRT1mS5-I/AAAAAAAAF28/FMVBhWgJcEg/s1600/SDC12482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mkdqnlp1bzo/TvnRT1mS5-I/AAAAAAAAF28/FMVBhWgJcEg/s640/SDC12482.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her new bounce house that she now lives in</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kQUG6itgig/TvnRWPPiZCI/AAAAAAAAF3E/064uWvusYac/s1600/SDC12499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kQUG6itgig/TvnRWPPiZCI/AAAAAAAAF3E/064uWvusYac/s640/SDC12499.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her first play house</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4acioNiTdyQ/TvnP_mo5RFI/AAAAAAAAF2o/g9Aqxyu5_zs/s1600/SDC12493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4acioNiTdyQ/TvnP_mo5RFI/AAAAAAAAF2o/g9Aqxyu5_zs/s640/SDC12493.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Playing with Great Grandpa who bought the above items and already has her birthday gift planned. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dhLqI6WBIwQ/TvnPmfsEjOI/AAAAAAAAF2U/XIPgSY2B8W0/s1600/SDC12504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dhLqI6WBIwQ/TvnPmfsEjOI/AAAAAAAAF2U/XIPgSY2B8W0/s640/SDC12504.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her first bicycle </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXP3QdFFFtI/TvnPoY3ezRI/AAAAAAAAF2c/Q2iOVRINfKo/s1600/SDC12514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXP3QdFFFtI/TvnPoY3ezRI/AAAAAAAAF2c/Q2iOVRINfKo/s640/SDC12514.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wren and I, Christmas night. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tCRo35NT54k/TvnOj_DNnZI/AAAAAAAAF2I/atMSGciu1Ng/s1600/SDC12540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tCRo35NT54k/TvnOj_DNnZI/AAAAAAAAF2I/atMSGciu1Ng/s640/SDC12540.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lauren and her aunties</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxf1vu3Zrdk/TvnNjANWtgI/AAAAAAAAF1A/lP-3LS-B-6Q/s1600/SDC12541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxf1vu3Zrdk/TvnNjANWtgI/AAAAAAAAF1A/lP-3LS-B-6Q/s640/SDC12541.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-30084763512047468412011-12-25T06:00:00.000-06:002011-12-25T06:00:06.793-06:00Merry Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9UsH2RQP6WU/TvSmQ3Se_oI/AAAAAAAAFv8/EB4hqdnixO8/s1600/40321359133441432_pwG1CwyP_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9UsH2RQP6WU/TvSmQ3Se_oI/AAAAAAAAFv8/EB4hqdnixO8/s320/40321359133441432_pwG1CwyP_c.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">May today be surrounded by the squeals of joy, laughter, and warmth of family and friends. </div>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-32481824769838456642011-12-23T19:43:00.001-06:002011-12-23T19:44:33.767-06:00Baking cookies for the first time!<div style="text-align: center;">Tonight we went over to Ryan's parents to bake cookies. She really enjoyed stirring and eating all of the chocolate chips. She also got to open an early gift from a neighbor and she really enjoyed it! Here are a few pictures from today.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is after Thanksgiving dinner at our house. This is my dad and my grandpa, Wren's great grandpa. Both of them are literally the perfect examples of what a grandfather should be. I have amazing memories with both of them and Wren is already working on hers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiILf123buNvrE6RAAz8HOhnNOfTVO2MnCAxRpXn7IhnqcSr9AQADHPTQLpt-8aTkuLyb9LTyL9FT-0hCVZzo0oiPBKer74O9fk8ZpVDuWCkraLswA9USXS2YJUCd1eKBpvg28hw/s1600/thanksgiving+2011+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiILf123buNvrE6RAAz8HOhnNOfTVO2MnCAxRpXn7IhnqcSr9AQADHPTQLpt-8aTkuLyb9LTyL9FT-0hCVZzo0oiPBKer74O9fk8ZpVDuWCkraLswA9USXS2YJUCd1eKBpvg28hw/s400/thanksgiving+2011+025.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> We found out that Wren LOVES pumpkin pie. She was tricking my grandpa into giving her her second piece. It of course worked.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2cctTpKmL2_FYre_O7Ly7a4XGT033K1pVTuy0uCpOKQB0T1gSiBwTfeZh29lyazxI0OKzzx5BxGurrWiOgvuZW5Fh76gm3iU4ev1CyFdV7v2dKpkiAo7fr7p3Qq_6KTzDeyXmg/s1600/thanksgiving+2011+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2cctTpKmL2_FYre_O7Ly7a4XGT033K1pVTuy0uCpOKQB0T1gSiBwTfeZh29lyazxI0OKzzx5BxGurrWiOgvuZW5Fh76gm3iU4ev1CyFdV7v2dKpkiAo7fr7p3Qq_6KTzDeyXmg/s400/thanksgiving+2011+027.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Happy she could be outside for a few minutes during our annual photo shoot. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZFE2WwwypWp3hwC96QWMH1MQH6ksA2PFdftaq2RwkLc2q5D7HzscUx0up9XQ8bIfLrQGU3hUHeCuVwuFBCLbpxlXP74-YvpK9KnALPgmVeGG9-AgXt2NXD0R3UVaIhW2_2iCSQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B85-nu%253D3239-5%253B----3-WSNRCG%253D353389-775339nu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZFE2WwwypWp3hwC96QWMH1MQH6ksA2PFdftaq2RwkLc2q5D7HzscUx0up9XQ8bIfLrQGU3hUHeCuVwuFBCLbpxlXP74-YvpK9KnALPgmVeGG9-AgXt2NXD0R3UVaIhW2_2iCSQ/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B85-nu%253D3239-5%253B----3-WSNRCG%253D353389-775339nu0mrj.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Go-cart rides with her bubby. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUMVTTardNyWJckckZuNiEYmocFKnLYagae47Dz2k-EsYHJC5qyzQSg6mhpdb2LHvcwP2iBa0Q5TxrydB9hmZsea9pPIQd8fr3ynA_XNSkCPSIPMPyA4qY2z8Vmkv9FzbHrFTZw/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B-7-nu%253D3239-5%253B----3-WSNRCG%253D353389-787339nu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUMVTTardNyWJckckZuNiEYmocFKnLYagae47Dz2k-EsYHJC5qyzQSg6mhpdb2LHvcwP2iBa0Q5TxrydB9hmZsea9pPIQd8fr3ynA_XNSkCPSIPMPyA4qY2z8Vmkv9FzbHrFTZw/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B-7-nu%253D3239-5%253B----3-WSNRCG%253D353389-787339nu0mrj.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is her second time out of her life. Hitting has entered her repertoire. There will be thousands more but we had to capture it. She sits there completely still and just looks at everyone. We all say, "Don't look at her!" but we are all looking while we say it! : )</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCUX_8z7wEGZXShA5fUF_8fVK_ojYEOy2FUq6SrDxBubMqYLAQVzKXRwNnU0iUqeG8dU_DqyM9ziRNSd9v9RoigvpU7mPUK5FjNO4cwdRpwRvAN2WeVFOm7NMod0nJE3qM0V5zQ/s1600/thanksgiving+2011+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCUX_8z7wEGZXShA5fUF_8fVK_ojYEOy2FUq6SrDxBubMqYLAQVzKXRwNnU0iUqeG8dU_DqyM9ziRNSd9v9RoigvpU7mPUK5FjNO4cwdRpwRvAN2WeVFOm7NMod0nJE3qM0V5zQ/s400/thanksgiving+2011+008.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Me and my tiniest blessing! And her with her tiny pony tail!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRjQhROOV2EHpydIRhpiD9wJgHW-qhNbWiKZn2WwOjLxiTTpCVTRjPum1e3XG6m4o4mGX4t19GT5_kv9fNSNLA5Q8BX7yOFlRATkb6uQ5DVDcT1jTbJmVbHtMdTPHf00WPL7Tr9w/s1600/thanksgiving+2011+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRjQhROOV2EHpydIRhpiD9wJgHW-qhNbWiKZn2WwOjLxiTTpCVTRjPum1e3XG6m4o4mGX4t19GT5_kv9fNSNLA5Q8BX7yOFlRATkb6uQ5DVDcT1jTbJmVbHtMdTPHf00WPL7Tr9w/s400/thanksgiving+2011+011.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Look at those little turkeys!! I loved these!!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQlBFcgfT3UfQE9zPvfmtkcS2ec2_maFPxEYa9oolPmwkm-PIJ64fl-7supkr1FPBw3zZSSAF659CrSPrw0J3Lc_ygbWFdM3i9bKXrYyzfxrqGhxTj66L7N0IG46j70mCmqj2uQ/s1600/thanksgiving+2011+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQlBFcgfT3UfQE9zPvfmtkcS2ec2_maFPxEYa9oolPmwkm-PIJ64fl-7supkr1FPBw3zZSSAF659CrSPrw0J3Lc_ygbWFdM3i9bKXrYyzfxrqGhxTj66L7N0IG46j70mCmqj2uQ/s320/thanksgiving+2011+022.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> All the pies from our dinner at home. First time making a pecan pie. It was a success! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyyM7sqt6EhE2dIazvb-S7-Yn-vYkakXQe67r4Oc3RusDpBs5QQEM5gznGgcEqBaLlmAWYhGRUfKWGCN1L7h_WaZeNN6FpFNBTpOKXE0t4aN8ZdJI7xRUfWbY4qgipZcBtZhB3Lg/s1600/thanksgiving+2011+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyyM7sqt6EhE2dIazvb-S7-Yn-vYkakXQe67r4Oc3RusDpBs5QQEM5gznGgcEqBaLlmAWYhGRUfKWGCN1L7h_WaZeNN6FpFNBTpOKXE0t4aN8ZdJI7xRUfWbY4qgipZcBtZhB3Lg/s320/thanksgiving+2011+024.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-73331540626182291232011-11-29T20:48:00.000-06:002011-11-29T20:48:43.784-06:00I finally hired a housekeeper............<div style="text-align: center;">I have been wanting one for awhile. 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<div style="text-align: center;">Happy Halloween to all of you!! I hope you all have a wonderful<br />
night with your families and friends. I on the other hand will be in class! What a Trick!! </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Here is the super easy recipe I followed. Kale, Kosher salt, Extra Virgin Olive Oil (Use a Misto is you have it to spray it on the leaves I love mine!!!). Thats it! Wash and spin your Kale and separate it from the large stem, lay it on a wax paper lined baking sheet. Bake at 350 for 7 minutes. No longer than that! I tried a few variations of seasoning salt, Ranch powder, and BBQ seasoning. Kosher was my favorite flavor. <br />
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: small;">Here they are out of the oven. They shrink considerably. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">They are so light and have a great consistency! </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"> Here is the burlap fall banner I made for my sun room. I love how rustic it turned out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnw5uqfYXokt7gdm02F2ADSF21Ve_tI84Ho1GQzO8p3umI4fMXvxD59xgPCwdNey_82aiP-stX6pXRhnWeXqqR2YRFwYX0od3dnInje1-Oy-hv8-gp38vxMkk5dKZAmDqJaSa6lQ/s1600/summer+2011+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnw5uqfYXokt7gdm02F2ADSF21Ve_tI84Ho1GQzO8p3umI4fMXvxD59xgPCwdNey_82aiP-stX6pXRhnWeXqqR2YRFwYX0od3dnInje1-Oy-hv8-gp38vxMkk5dKZAmDqJaSa6lQ/s640/summer+2011+014.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I made a couple of pillows too. This one is my favorite. A fall tree</div><div style="text-align: center;">made from felt and scrap fabric from my scrap box. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyJEhfSCrFBBxxhN_6veLzb1VdPsXDZEZxKmRROdg3hFZOdVvCFv89fG4vc-NgjZ4tgsQiWs1oFqxfPaSn0lukl-ZdWRYfAXY8ARaDhQr3iicpzDUXYPAbANI1T_92G-I7zMZufw/s1600/summer+2011+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyJEhfSCrFBBxxhN_6veLzb1VdPsXDZEZxKmRROdg3hFZOdVvCFv89fG4vc-NgjZ4tgsQiWs1oFqxfPaSn0lukl-ZdWRYfAXY8ARaDhQr3iicpzDUXYPAbANI1T_92G-I7zMZufw/s640/summer+2011+015.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33514066.post-13736993335603167132011-10-26T09:11:00.000-05:002011-10-26T09:11:20.987-05:00What we've been up to......<div style="text-align: center;">Jeez....blogging once again has been put on the back burner. Sorry to the family members that had to stare at our 5 year anniversary post for 3 months due to no updates. On a personal note, I am officially half way through grad school! Happy and scary all at the same time. Happy that I will be able to reconnect with the world and scary that I will have to get a JOB!! I can't say it enough, I am so THANKFUL that God has given me this opportunity. Never a day goes by that I don't practically yell it in my prayers how grateful I am. Any whooooo....on with some pictures from the past weeks! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This picture is purely PITIFUL!! This is Lauren's first boo boo. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She fell at my grandparents house and caught herself with her nose and </div><div style="text-align: center;">forehead. She cried for a minute and then went back to playing. The no</div><div style="text-align: center;">shirt look really adds to the pitiful shot. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTVXk0J8d5q1GJZa5rFy4huHVU1zuIGFHPGK9PDMTIZVfyGhve5TLDzLd1W7hTd22s0HuVfRPxK2F0qIG-XfpZxcemPJiX7VzY3f6kiIV3KxdHTfzYY84hmWC0aHDE21uO6Owiw/s1600/summer+2011+076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTVXk0J8d5q1GJZa5rFy4huHVU1zuIGFHPGK9PDMTIZVfyGhve5TLDzLd1W7hTd22s0HuVfRPxK2F0qIG-XfpZxcemPJiX7VzY3f6kiIV3KxdHTfzYY84hmWC0aHDE21uO6Owiw/s400/summer+2011+076.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Lauren has been giving us little "lovies" here and there. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This is unheard of for her, so we are really taking full advantage of it!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0A_v9sL-OxTXh5XahVM2H7dzE8QbTgvBM7zC3QXkNjmCnoFW8s-3VRcTUpc0RVpny8vwC_gbrubacbBBA5E8Kas-xJgXpopKjwFO1wgM3XmjqI_WiT9hRqKOkqeQnXenVjxdNsQ/s1600/summer+2011+078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkEfg_pAvnMo42dqmolO2hKmjyRuW24G2c8r6wIKu6pxOuiKzSlWVoptDTuhMsdiOLcHjBEw_1Y2X9FclTfCNYDiyyRRC8sjfFCVuORwlskm8_RAG-oV0KDxMIZPrGVfyNDGOCQ/s1600/summer+2011+077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkEfg_pAvnMo42dqmolO2hKmjyRuW24G2c8r6wIKu6pxOuiKzSlWVoptDTuhMsdiOLcHjBEw_1Y2X9FclTfCNYDiyyRRC8sjfFCVuORwlskm8_RAG-oV0KDxMIZPrGVfyNDGOCQ/s400/summer+2011+077.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Paci Bunny and Blankie have become more of a permanent fixture during the day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They are always present during naps and bedtime but lately she has been </div><div style="text-align: center;">pulling them through the slots of her crib and toting them around the house (or at a wedding seen here : )). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0A_v9sL-OxTXh5XahVM2H7dzE8QbTgvBM7zC3QXkNjmCnoFW8s-3VRcTUpc0RVpny8vwC_gbrubacbBBA5E8Kas-xJgXpopKjwFO1wgM3XmjqI_WiT9hRqKOkqeQnXenVjxdNsQ/s400/summer+2011+078.jpg" width="300" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I despise these little car naps. If she falls asleep in the car for a </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">20 minute car ride, she wakes right up as soon as the car turns off and is </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">refueled and won't take her real 1 hour and 45 minute nap that she desperately needs twice a day! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YERdGADqNpBXdMvyJnAVNgcpw6LF33WTkyg_0tlGbbWzXZG59VSi4WsmcivZNsdeACtYWSMM-KgCqNdDSj65aNxdyufwRUtS4zWleV25ntrG0uIEbkbarurZW0RDNpGWcvSmOA/s1600/summer+2011+083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YERdGADqNpBXdMvyJnAVNgcpw6LF33WTkyg_0tlGbbWzXZG59VSi4WsmcivZNsdeACtYWSMM-KgCqNdDSj65aNxdyufwRUtS4zWleV25ntrG0uIEbkbarurZW0RDNpGWcvSmOA/s400/summer+2011+083.jpg" width="300" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Skinny jeans...I love them on her. Since she is the only one </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">that can get away with them in the house, I make sure to put </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">them on her as often as possible. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMlDyOOxxP3CuMYJF1opp9FFtxoAPa2s_e2f5VMlu-G6PKeCM8EDn25y2gh3tL5HLot6I3iZVScyXFclLFug9KBSV38lCCq-QHWCCABk7Jo6mpvFSRs-yvMaBdnvknpDJvS53UA/s1600/summer+2011+088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMlDyOOxxP3CuMYJF1opp9FFtxoAPa2s_e2f5VMlu-G6PKeCM8EDn25y2gh3tL5HLot6I3iZVScyXFclLFug9KBSV38lCCq-QHWCCABk7Jo6mpvFSRs-yvMaBdnvknpDJvS53UA/s400/summer+2011+088.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The 87th trip to a pumpkin patch this month. We went with the Settles last week. Lauren had a blast watching the tractor and corn husk launcher. She loves any type of heavy equipment. Maybe she will drive a backhoe one day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjInILN39Y8UAx_PGiE0YGjQW7srByO82PsMkNS6ChPjbcKcueDeO8hm2YQqROBt_mgZHymKvGWNKBI6PuToItDUS7yNAu3rM4LJsZ-Xs1VOD6OVISag_qPa2p6PSFvnWyaiaHg_g/s1600/summer+2011+072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjInILN39Y8UAx_PGiE0YGjQW7srByO82PsMkNS6ChPjbcKcueDeO8hm2YQqROBt_mgZHymKvGWNKBI6PuToItDUS7yNAu3rM4LJsZ-Xs1VOD6OVISag_qPa2p6PSFvnWyaiaHg_g/s400/summer+2011+072.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The girls taking a break in the silo of corn. I can't say I'm a fan of this. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not a germ freak but I can't see how rolling in corn that 475 other kids</div><div style="text-align: center;">did that day can't get you a whole mess of germs. I let her stick her </div><div style="text-align: center;">feet in, she of course wanted to put a fistful of corn in her mouth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68vhLy0tAO75hqULwljlfV9S-IKXvhDdgy41MvuWtbBY5hWVnErRqC9SnFEDBWcPhDgI4M00aueQjaZKDREiXaQ3zzXZJmuwuU2mlxfUtPREyQ0IaedwaR_5aqgs8ZaFVgnvdZQ/s1600/summer+2011+073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68vhLy0tAO75hqULwljlfV9S-IKXvhDdgy41MvuWtbBY5hWVnErRqC9SnFEDBWcPhDgI4M00aueQjaZKDREiXaQ3zzXZJmuwuU2mlxfUtPREyQ0IaedwaR_5aqgs8ZaFVgnvdZQ/s400/summer+2011+073.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love this picture. It's Wren and her Great Grandma Phyllis during one of our visits. I can't remember what she was doing in this shot, but I think it is a dear moment. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgQQP3KY_Pb5UJCO8OzNZ24lz4DIBNVVlaA7cqikqLccoKsNP0MQ6O7wLJiNiHO5_vaYDaFd9JQvlcAE4GKRx9CnJLAZwBL3_JrBvOB9kZUQwdQNWz2yz0d5jQY_hQFe2W0q2Ww/s400/SDC11910.JPG" width="300" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Celebrating with our friends our 5th Anniversary and a baby on the way (for another couple!!). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNO1HZIO6xRlrJcOOJFIZ8zbfGGn4vxZpu3z2ir_3F2tGR4r79N46dduAxNsYdUjBlEKUuOSL2fjJrv6q5l1QSitP4GtdBGPEwUQ1_oLsG9jQwCv6MSTX2cQDSaqKHygh0MaNT3w/s1600/SDC11884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNO1HZIO6xRlrJcOOJFIZ8zbfGGn4vxZpu3z2ir_3F2tGR4r79N46dduAxNsYdUjBlEKUuOSL2fjJrv6q5l1QSitP4GtdBGPEwUQ1_oLsG9jQwCv6MSTX2cQDSaqKHygh0MaNT3w/s400/SDC11884.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mXYqDEWhHYSPbizPZwn1O9_DFzueAwAW9S8e0UBL7RMKfrXnzZuI3falGtGkh54yJXXXmHUOaSPKWigBhmjA8-nG_HR_WYXdlV233dMUY69IW4kh7OcRNNCAchxZqImRjPAPsg/s1600/SDC11899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mXYqDEWhHYSPbizPZwn1O9_DFzueAwAW9S8e0UBL7RMKfrXnzZuI3falGtGkh54yJXXXmHUOaSPKWigBhmjA8-nG_HR_WYXdlV233dMUY69IW4kh7OcRNNCAchxZqImRjPAPsg/s400/SDC11899.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of my only Fall projects.....super pitiful!! Burlap pillows. I loved these but gave them a good home elsewhere. If you look closely the O and the R on each pillow line up. Next time I will chose another font that shows up better. </div>The Farleyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12754921835034184933noreply@blogger.com1