tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34580031984704491982024-03-05T11:35:01.055-08:00Daily Deelighttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-86819112471072201392012-02-03T15:16:00.001-08:002012-02-03T15:26:30.079-08:00003:366<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7ta1gAQuaW8-UBLF9MHCQ_L3SatB3tLQGU3yB-A6cu_sWWdA3S9vu0rFrtSowixxgLDQ-DG8eJwn25nLL26yuI9sFRd5cG56DxILjrjWREaOFeGTQt5ssD7PMEcnlmAjGqme3cpmId2D/s1600/003-366.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7ta1gAQuaW8-UBLF9MHCQ_L3SatB3tLQGU3yB-A6cu_sWWdA3S9vu0rFrtSowixxgLDQ-DG8eJwn25nLL26yuI9sFRd5cG56DxILjrjWREaOFeGTQt5ssD7PMEcnlmAjGqme3cpmId2D/s200/003-366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705054489208689154" /></a><br />003:366<br /><br /><br />This probably isn't a great photo by anyone's standards except my own, but there is something I just love about it. Maybe it's the mouse ears on the suit that I had to buy G at a consignment sale. (Wish you could see the tail she is sitting on!) Maybe it's the new Ikea shelves that I finally got after years of covetting. Perhaps it's the mess she is sitting in (she is my daughter!). Whatever it is, to me, this says home. It's one of those days that I get to just stay at home and be Mommy, my favorite job, only second to Wife. These days are becoming more and more precious to me. I know some day they will be gone, or at least my kids will be grown. I will miss the mess, miss the toys, miss my babies being babies. But for today I choose to put off the household duties and play. I love being a Mommy!tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-20799470806836835472012-02-03T15:05:00.001-08:002012-02-03T15:16:16.766-08:00002:365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8EpWeMT6vlMb9qhbvkvCfNmOqQN-rfG6xyvNNhdV2kzrTsJE2gra7vivKh5aesH_JErTRsrj5wxV6TLUy_3LDBIKpOnMN-nNAvuWLatsh_u50Mf-LFzZzM0x_kAx-bCqZKWoG-zB2OAi/s1600/002-366.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8EpWeMT6vlMb9qhbvkvCfNmOqQN-rfG6xyvNNhdV2kzrTsJE2gra7vivKh5aesH_JErTRsrj5wxV6TLUy_3LDBIKpOnMN-nNAvuWLatsh_u50Mf-LFzZzM0x_kAx-bCqZKWoG-zB2OAi/s200/002-366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705050209129532050" /></a><br />002:365<br /><br />I first saw the "I Shoot People" (with a camera!) necklace on Shutter Sisters and loved it. Around Christmas I was looking for a mother's necklace and was referred to The Rusted Chain by a friend, where this little gem popped up. As much as I love my kiddos, I immediately switched gears and decided that this is what I wanted instead. Cute with a sense of humor--you can't beat that. <br /><br />I was surprised when it didn't turn up under the Christmas tree. To my delight, it turned up today. They hadn't been able to deliver it by Christmas. So not only now do I have an awesome necklace, but the Christmas joy was spread a little more than expected. Thanks, Honey!tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-63665425387765298492012-01-28T18:19:00.000-08:002012-01-28T18:25:08.071-08:00001:366<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBg0KhUh0a_zcM-oETl6jAdjdfrxdpj4Y0TVPwWYTQtM9hrutE3SOoug29lcsbuDXNsYc_Z06-_k41eFAOxlw-NPVVme2eu5bnHytRGiLKOqGMwVCCqzsKX2KOk83g6le60uec9nr8ekVd/s1600/001-366.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBg0KhUh0a_zcM-oETl6jAdjdfrxdpj4Y0TVPwWYTQtM9hrutE3SOoug29lcsbuDXNsYc_Z06-_k41eFAOxlw-NPVVme2eu5bnHytRGiLKOqGMwVCCqzsKX2KOk83g6le60uec9nr8ekVd/s200/001-366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702873321248717074" /></a><br />001:366<br /><br />We were sitting together New Year's Eve when I looked down at our hands intertwined and knew that was what I wanted to be my first photo of the year. I wanted it be something representative of what a new year and a new beginning mean to me. When I know nothing else, I know that, God-willing, John is going to there with me to celebrate, to cry, to learn, to love. Whatever 2012 holds, we are in it together. I can't think of a better way to start a year.tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-35008326881968730162012-01-28T17:55:00.000-08:002012-01-28T18:01:02.320-08:00The Day the Music (or Photos) DiedI am sad to say that is where 2011's 365 Project ends. I kept taking pictures and lots of them, but unfortunately things happen. I won't go into detail, but I will say that I LOVED my 365 and was sad that circumstances largely beyond my control brought it to a halt. Even now, just a few months later, I look back and am so glad I can remember each and every one of these days. Even when I felt the pictures were mundane, they have become special moments that I will cherish. They also made it a hoot to put together a 2012 calendar that is just precious! It's enabled me to have tons of memories sitting beside me at my work desk when I have to be away from my precious family. So here's to Project 365. Looking forward to 2012...Project 366.tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-56121990909389034772012-01-05T14:27:00.001-08:002012-01-05T14:33:44.329-08:00Day 210<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshM43GcWbv42y6xpH4eokBno9SHL5cKOhBrEJmLba2gp97CcedjCoGQ3Wm5f6CLwInLxrA4H50LPdHbIS3Tyj5M4yJ5YSwRB3FaUdM-KzaHzwBnlwFHBIwMR7iSgefB1_vZ_X4RwsgnzX/s1600/210.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshM43GcWbv42y6xpH4eokBno9SHL5cKOhBrEJmLba2gp97CcedjCoGQ3Wm5f6CLwInLxrA4H50LPdHbIS3Tyj5M4yJ5YSwRB3FaUdM-KzaHzwBnlwFHBIwMR7iSgefB1_vZ_X4RwsgnzX/s200/210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694278648939465970" /></a><br />210/365<br /><br />The Bug Walk<br />We have waited for years to be able to take our kids to the bug walk. Something has always gotten in the way. This year we were even a month early! But tonight we made it. Unfortunately for Will, there were no bugs to eat. But this is the first time he has wanted a tattoo. Good thing I snapped it when I did, because he had scrubbed it off by the time we got home!tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-59335933001597959442012-01-05T14:23:00.001-08:002012-01-05T14:27:41.103-08:00Day 209<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmXZ2IuW0ycHszeNvT68Xez5gjZcFVMy8NblIMUoV5RpISrvA6cGQfFw5LwUveQnO7VObEjUpnBDfrrJjKk9cGjbsR-wkvYlNaSbLWrtbAkRveZrapAgHyrMze4EaDiwylnglh2QhtI4w/s1600/209.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmXZ2IuW0ycHszeNvT68Xez5gjZcFVMy8NblIMUoV5RpISrvA6cGQfFw5LwUveQnO7VObEjUpnBDfrrJjKk9cGjbsR-wkvYlNaSbLWrtbAkRveZrapAgHyrMze4EaDiwylnglh2QhtI4w/s200/209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694277399612856738" /></a><br />209/365<br /><br />She's a Climber!<br />Look out below!tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-75432909784701023132012-01-05T14:19:00.000-08:002012-01-05T14:23:27.913-08:00Day 208<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaB72lacd2zodHmrzon-Qei2WTyAQiyiLjIzFg7jbzqJ-8VZAgxVvSsIP4E85FDfD3q70GFtuEe3vEfozO-WDMMIsP5mhBTw0yf-_eBvVp7rHb-F33JUsl3B3IhL4rff-XDmNbYvFfHTx/s1600/208.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaB72lacd2zodHmrzon-Qei2WTyAQiyiLjIzFg7jbzqJ-8VZAgxVvSsIP4E85FDfD3q70GFtuEe3vEfozO-WDMMIsP5mhBTw0yf-_eBvVp7rHb-F33JUsl3B3IhL4rff-XDmNbYvFfHTx/s200/208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694276366389760018" /></a><br />208/365<br /><br />The Chicken and the Legos<br />If you don't have a Lego chicken, you don't know what you are missing. It takes Legos to a whole new dimension. Just saying.tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-18920932031643671242012-01-05T14:11:00.000-08:002012-01-05T14:19:37.738-08:00Day 207<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLAuw_ekHF-9ofmrPofVpKw78__6X0_CvWj1l7OTvVZB0Bhiupf8DffcpjfpnciqlBOWNQFuHtSO92dgWoTIpqsE7vI98Y8YVqSTmHCYos5N7egZAsDokWQOLssWw8p97gBbOxqEgyxKo4/s1600/207.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLAuw_ekHF-9ofmrPofVpKw78__6X0_CvWj1l7OTvVZB0Bhiupf8DffcpjfpnciqlBOWNQFuHtSO92dgWoTIpqsE7vI98Y8YVqSTmHCYos5N7egZAsDokWQOLssWw8p97gBbOxqEgyxKo4/s200/207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694274341832845490" /></a><br />207/365<br /><br />Holiday World with Mimi and Pawpaw<br />We could all ride the Tin Lizzies!tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-57802771101612787812012-01-05T14:08:00.001-08:002012-01-05T14:11:42.394-08:00Day 206<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48euYJp91XXEW3LBE8AaLlO6h-F1bmdWDb9huO0iaLc_Q59esu4d3Hj50s4pTDi2gb8-t8Sx2L_yOFs6AN-r1bxRnSHTnYr0YCbyTy1GxffBCgCqh4mPXJOm3pnChtfnrjUS-QnwbVidM/s1600/206.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48euYJp91XXEW3LBE8AaLlO6h-F1bmdWDb9huO0iaLc_Q59esu4d3Hj50s4pTDi2gb8-t8Sx2L_yOFs6AN-r1bxRnSHTnYr0YCbyTy1GxffBCgCqh4mPXJOm3pnChtfnrjUS-QnwbVidM/s200/206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694273539843436642" /></a><br />206/365<br /><br />View from the Crib<br />Decor compliments of Ikea. If only Gemma could see this view! The view from our bed isn't nearly this exciting.tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-77649791879403357942012-01-05T14:05:00.001-08:002012-01-05T14:08:20.426-08:00Day 205<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnPIC_O-myG5I5KgdMlBCs6N_arEa8DHyl6d3tR1c7RQCAsdaj29jxWqcClk4TMn_IJSX1BQjKDfLTRbbsfHnMD3XkcTGvE7z0Miv-OaSRkW6S3x9vYEKjkR3jYqzhSI6tXDNPRjI3Zsm/s1600/205.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnPIC_O-myG5I5KgdMlBCs6N_arEa8DHyl6d3tR1c7RQCAsdaj29jxWqcClk4TMn_IJSX1BQjKDfLTRbbsfHnMD3XkcTGvE7z0Miv-OaSRkW6S3x9vYEKjkR3jYqzhSI6tXDNPRjI3Zsm/s200/205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694272610256728946" /></a><br />205/365<br /><br />Happy 16th Birthday, Josh!tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-33350117210215579452012-01-05T13:59:00.001-08:002012-01-05T14:04:53.948-08:00Day 204<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJmf5Jc0QKlRL-i-WfwRI6w8vMW219ZRJWv9qCdCmj0oGcxZI_PviTgpZj50MZTZ9y_LYGSWpGpS36smWWxSlfzKd_x0Te6ZIAyMwzkrE4yIaVyX-Yxpli5ZwIFaS59ec_JmwtLzNfadK/s1600/204.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJmf5Jc0QKlRL-i-WfwRI6w8vMW219ZRJWv9qCdCmj0oGcxZI_PviTgpZj50MZTZ9y_LYGSWpGpS36smWWxSlfzKd_x0Te6ZIAyMwzkrE4yIaVyX-Yxpli5ZwIFaS59ec_JmwtLzNfadK/s200/204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694271160653451010" /></a><br />204/365<br /><br />My Best Friend and My Baby<br />Jenni and Gemma<br />Seeing my old friend was a true treat. I miss her so much! Plus she was great with G which gave me a little bit of a break. I could say a lot of things, but for me, the picture speaks for itself.tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-78721568020114823482012-01-05T13:34:00.001-08:002012-01-05T13:59:19.298-08:00Day 203<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFXFuXNQmqpUv43T_QwzH5PKbrFX0ZQIxoEVGxRQVTTITVTpM9cXamtj7bKMkPAfdqpwutm8VuN2M3UQLoDJwqjqrzNcITbjnsST830vqW3UzIYbyPb3AmZ-DS0T5rbyP5Ttm_8g_T9DM/s1600/203.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFXFuXNQmqpUv43T_QwzH5PKbrFX0ZQIxoEVGxRQVTTITVTpM9cXamtj7bKMkPAfdqpwutm8VuN2M3UQLoDJwqjqrzNcITbjnsST830vqW3UzIYbyPb3AmZ-DS0T5rbyP5Ttm_8g_T9DM/s200/203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694264573772041778" /></a><br />203/365<br /><br />A Creation of the World Famous Architect, Will Wohlford<br /><br />We have this conversation on the phone frequently. When I answer, it's the World Famous Architect, Will Wohlford. I commission him to build something fabulous for me. Now there are fabulous buildings everywhere...until Gemmazilla knocks them down.tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-16191716015721101182012-01-05T13:29:00.001-08:002012-01-05T13:33:54.119-08:00Day 202<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyl1t38y3KNsphFPMUHDCn4kd4wlnxxVkhMBz-84FsA_zoz7djw6OHYpy97UL2JjumsG4LJtgS1hyphenhyphenqclxvIoZZcTLfXAgCPHVIR6zZB7w8rvH9pSnOaSsFwRIGR38dK703iPQKfsvH_DaH/s1600/202.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyl1t38y3KNsphFPMUHDCn4kd4wlnxxVkhMBz-84FsA_zoz7djw6OHYpy97UL2JjumsG4LJtgS1hyphenhyphenqclxvIoZZcTLfXAgCPHVIR6zZB7w8rvH9pSnOaSsFwRIGR38dK703iPQKfsvH_DaH/s200/202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694263316047900770" /></a><br />202/365<br /><br />Eureka! I just happened to pass this lovely gem at my local library. I've been stalking this book since the beginning of the year as I discovered it the same time I discovered the 365 project. This is creation of the Shutter Sisters, those who have inspired me to do this project! I have poured over the pages. Someday I will make it my own.tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-78365461479227192502011-09-15T07:49:00.000-07:002011-09-15T08:02:31.191-07:00Day 201<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJetCvD6Nwh3_z8U0HwNYGcDGiFQi-4WNZVB3ALrsRbp3fxqFSa6mmBk-cA5NQouwxHXXSeWoYLUqRZcGeRnknPgFtMlC-8Q53E91Lh6sbt8lK2A65Q6AOSr9dB202q5poBgkVxfTlaokp/s1600/201.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJetCvD6Nwh3_z8U0HwNYGcDGiFQi-4WNZVB3ALrsRbp3fxqFSa6mmBk-cA5NQouwxHXXSeWoYLUqRZcGeRnknPgFtMlC-8Q53E91Lh6sbt8lK2A65Q6AOSr9dB202q5poBgkVxfTlaokp/s200/201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652598929789579010" /></a><br />201/365<br /><br />Will and His Pet Rock...Compliments of a Mom's Club Camp Out Party.tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-82211879365608930172011-09-15T07:45:00.001-07:002011-09-15T07:49:29.245-07:00Day 200<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVL4qDY3T5SkeuYzu4p4Fxy_yee79prxmAs3EuoSM39HttcD7xIhqst7WNG4vPFmjZBdgOfyvHewYa0y2Igu6_qQNCe2aMzFaqPgaRYPlQYvS35H6iu2kPkQppr88g5ABT5pOyKBro_VS/s1600/200.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVL4qDY3T5SkeuYzu4p4Fxy_yee79prxmAs3EuoSM39HttcD7xIhqst7WNG4vPFmjZBdgOfyvHewYa0y2Igu6_qQNCe2aMzFaqPgaRYPlQYvS35H6iu2kPkQppr88g5ABT5pOyKBro_VS/s200/200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652597941840942002" /></a><br />200/365<br /><br />Super John! <br />John to the Rescue!<br /><br />My husband is my hero. He has to deal with a lot more than most and still manages to love me unconditionally and keep his faith. I love you,John!tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-377808931523257772011-09-15T07:41:00.001-07:002011-09-15T07:45:28.122-07:00Day 199<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7GYrQuXDNQ4IQK2O6qPH-aSEWFZkh-59xeAkzogNcYNbwQBZoSjx6h9WoHd52CNWD-FpIFyaL8ikL1nCkQk0_wzjrN-iHFIGT7Gft5GRQ5J9rWYIQ2ykqeuuxo05lvwSP2qGugMS3tvZ_/s1600/199.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7GYrQuXDNQ4IQK2O6qPH-aSEWFZkh-59xeAkzogNcYNbwQBZoSjx6h9WoHd52CNWD-FpIFyaL8ikL1nCkQk0_wzjrN-iHFIGT7Gft5GRQ5J9rWYIQ2ykqeuuxo05lvwSP2qGugMS3tvZ_/s200/199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652596659917177714" /></a><br />199/365<br /><br />Little G with her Bible Story<br /><br />It's hard to believe that Jesus loves Gemma more than I do. But what a wonderful thing! Even harder to believe that He still loves me that much even after I have grown up!tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-50962831604183137022011-09-15T07:35:00.001-07:002011-09-15T07:40:56.259-07:00Day 198<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0aSoHz-DThyphenhyphenM24TWqSV7HKtcR2SKwHEDtqkOFTR-SZ2Dm4horquRTMl0cwjLA7ILMvRd9ucgek0kGE-2WkBjWLhuF2bhZcD-ziXN8TTSikfO6w9x_YaDdQrQbXEsXa5cOSD1kCD25Cx3Q/s1600/198.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0aSoHz-DThyphenhyphenM24TWqSV7HKtcR2SKwHEDtqkOFTR-SZ2Dm4horquRTMl0cwjLA7ILMvRd9ucgek0kGE-2WkBjWLhuF2bhZcD-ziXN8TTSikfO6w9x_YaDdQrQbXEsXa5cOSD1kCD25Cx3Q/s200/198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652595996290213410" /></a><br />198/365<br /><br />Yet another fantastic Lego creation. Look out Lego magazine!tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-86245413736090849022011-09-15T07:32:00.000-07:002011-09-15T07:35:15.212-07:00Day 197<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv19Z8VwYqj4bIpq7WpbRO1tjBuIGsc7e5Kpr5aM44Wp-rgK9NhfbTsqHa509Rejqadz4p-dFhrVPzBvym9nahxqnxWfPBYBiF0-K-n_ay5Jardy_Qc7LCBk8qqldoL8XlkJZ6RehMDt5E/s1600/197.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv19Z8VwYqj4bIpq7WpbRO1tjBuIGsc7e5Kpr5aM44Wp-rgK9NhfbTsqHa509Rejqadz4p-dFhrVPzBvym9nahxqnxWfPBYBiF0-K-n_ay5Jardy_Qc7LCBk8qqldoL8XlkJZ6RehMDt5E/s200/197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652594759238195762" /></a><br />197/365<br /><br />Beautiful Blue Eyestarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-46834362340581755312011-09-12T14:49:00.000-07:002011-09-12T14:52:24.469-07:00Day 196<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNe-Nk-qzwNYjm3vEKKdDdcZC0tz34qr_V73z1Pgu18SKudfudxsTgP7xSym-1kux5GA8HztW_U1-DTOSCuCR28OWJ3gBj45ShTLnEl0vwymiLKhpfH4H8mHDblZCLQX9JnX8jyHuKoKc/s1600/196.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNe-Nk-qzwNYjm3vEKKdDdcZC0tz34qr_V73z1Pgu18SKudfudxsTgP7xSym-1kux5GA8HztW_U1-DTOSCuCR28OWJ3gBj45ShTLnEl0vwymiLKhpfH4H8mHDblZCLQX9JnX8jyHuKoKc/s200/196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651593626676523378" /></a><br />196/365<br /><br />My husband--the Van Halen addict. He wanted to walk down the isle at our wedding to Hot for Teacher. :)<br /><br />We've gotten back into reading before bedtime. John still likes to steal my Kindle, but lucky for me a friend loaned him this book. The Kindle is all mine tonight!tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-58783775689696681042011-09-12T14:44:00.000-07:002011-09-12T14:48:57.235-07:00Day 195<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3oLQr9EDsCP-6_VspVjK1leeJb8vdtaoienFVgdud6q-HBStHRZASEFVjDBPNq6zap5SMYwdgakpMH2f4TZBp1Q1x7TDkN9dXqRja4cAUv7l-KrU_YYMqwJR1vcotjklS2iBW9oWGPxy/s1600/195.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3oLQr9EDsCP-6_VspVjK1leeJb8vdtaoienFVgdud6q-HBStHRZASEFVjDBPNq6zap5SMYwdgakpMH2f4TZBp1Q1x7TDkN9dXqRja4cAUv7l-KrU_YYMqwJR1vcotjklS2iBW9oWGPxy/s200/195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651592568468978402" /></a><br />195/365<br /><br />You can't really tell it from this picture, but Will ate the side out of his ice cream cone. It was one of Mimi's many treats when we stopped at the mall. Thanks again Mimi!tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-12587219676939045902011-09-12T14:34:00.000-07:002011-09-12T14:44:32.191-07:00Day 194<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDYKk1rQJ6EmPsDnkBMhK2jBLUTUMwkE3RYFA50YQ5Zl1b1Wx_i6L00DHS-CKRBun9usVPliteIryHZkXEJPxN1dY3DHvrnvI5semAEVDdQCRnpG7TZlouzIxIQ9jgw7PUy_7ZipB_mxZ/s1600/194.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDYKk1rQJ6EmPsDnkBMhK2jBLUTUMwkE3RYFA50YQ5Zl1b1Wx_i6L00DHS-CKRBun9usVPliteIryHZkXEJPxN1dY3DHvrnvI5semAEVDdQCRnpG7TZlouzIxIQ9jgw7PUy_7ZipB_mxZ/s200/194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651590015798611746" /></a><br />194/365<br /><br />Today was the end of an era. I went back to work. It's just part time, but it was still incredibly hard to leave my babies. I teared up, but no tears. I have wanted to work with kids at church for several years and the timing was finally right. I am the new Nursery and Preschool Ministries Director at Vineyard. I am happy and sad at the same time, though happy is winning out. I look forward to the new joys and challenges it will bring to our lives. I know this is where I am suppose to be.tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-18362134270013521012011-09-12T12:02:00.000-07:002011-09-12T14:18:28.902-07:00Day 193<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsniJpIahG351aIkYgmO7fwWUt7wyyFj7OrNJIn1EAJjl-H5gEr5-RTgCe345McBcoaIx5YlyziZ9luDnp9wmrOUtwl4i2zFiIlL-oafdiHVGMxX21ozoSjJ4Bxpp9dt6AnRca86yfc5t/s1600/193.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsniJpIahG351aIkYgmO7fwWUt7wyyFj7OrNJIn1EAJjl-H5gEr5-RTgCe345McBcoaIx5YlyziZ9luDnp9wmrOUtwl4i2zFiIlL-oafdiHVGMxX21ozoSjJ4Bxpp9dt6AnRca86yfc5t/s200/193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651551133002673698" /></a><br />193/365<br /><br />Mimi bought Will his first watch. He's been wanting one and found one with firemen on it. He looks like such a big boy with it on!tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-16404596987161501672011-09-12T11:59:00.001-07:002011-09-12T12:02:23.044-07:00Day 192<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYhx2CWHgMouAFONFdI778t_Mb94t-TvP7rYTLuaAeVTjy96aiiW_nKkIZLlNxAwt4K09BkEtarM2dTBmWGmtbZZB3gkKSpeJG4U6oAArHqCzvEBGHeO2wdL6qtI2-naX1cXsjVe1gmoU/s1600/192.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYhx2CWHgMouAFONFdI778t_Mb94t-TvP7rYTLuaAeVTjy96aiiW_nKkIZLlNxAwt4K09BkEtarM2dTBmWGmtbZZB3gkKSpeJG4U6oAArHqCzvEBGHeO2wdL6qtI2-naX1cXsjVe1gmoU/s200/192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651550026998017282" /></a><br />192/365<br /><br />Looking forward to Mom visiting for a few days. We started off her visit with a trip to Orange Leaf! She needed to experience the new frozen yogurt fad.tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-87256319800756482742011-09-12T11:48:00.001-07:002011-09-12T11:59:18.059-07:00Day 191<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxIh2c8FdYn6MuZkV7jVNHmid4KcjrkEJDqq6KXk8Q6VXZmxabCqCP1efonAUxYCA4zS491upKIjk4cE5dRXpZCmqo68IV-i1XPTtN9pyHIuFLuYOjvzcbIbNEeIpRzIacZr7dueOzUaqg/s1600/191.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxIh2c8FdYn6MuZkV7jVNHmid4KcjrkEJDqq6KXk8Q6VXZmxabCqCP1efonAUxYCA4zS491upKIjk4cE5dRXpZCmqo68IV-i1XPTtN9pyHIuFLuYOjvzcbIbNEeIpRzIacZr7dueOzUaqg/s200/191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651547225045919506" /></a><br />191/365<br /><br />My crew is sleeping. Such a sweet sight. Too bad I wasn't joining them. I never thought I would have to learn to get by on such little sleep!tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458003198470449198.post-57927901789585444242011-08-22T14:12:00.001-07:002011-08-22T14:19:04.964-07:00Day 190<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdE4bHoGm3b5Glht7DymplzZ6rzmhpahb3CaOu0XQ1OsM9o-IeyMHZmT-S7Scd1q3HMbk530lvLWD7QaREX_agtoAG0mOhyphenhyphenUSa3DaDXn4_XcWAtqtWedgMxhLRtjpoCd1mc6yA3YfSvdw7/s1600/190.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdE4bHoGm3b5Glht7DymplzZ6rzmhpahb3CaOu0XQ1OsM9o-IeyMHZmT-S7Scd1q3HMbk530lvLWD7QaREX_agtoAG0mOhyphenhyphenUSa3DaDXn4_XcWAtqtWedgMxhLRtjpoCd1mc6yA3YfSvdw7/s200/190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643791682997044866" /></a>
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<br />This was Will's first building experience at Lowe's. He and John built a tow truck. How appropriate! Now maybe Mater can get a break once in a while. tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672033845721263701noreply@blogger.com