tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17934277517473471042024-03-07T10:33:22.775-08:00bradybunchThere is a QUIET room in Heaven for the Mothers of LITTLE BOYS!natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-87616726900528048672009-11-24T06:40:00.000-08:002009-11-24T07:41:41.104-08:00Halloween 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAvi7IQSj-vLgXYdDKK0ROs1_oUQBtRVoSche2_Ri61H_o3imD55fQuNJtiWT3fnZX76IBNzpPbsrknBtL1p9GwXYtfuXKZ9HO2ohamSv25gPAM6AnWQ3fkuY-z_oNR-xy79qlndsw-w/s1600/103_4239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAvi7IQSj-vLgXYdDKK0ROs1_oUQBtRVoSche2_Ri61H_o3imD55fQuNJtiWT3fnZX76IBNzpPbsrknBtL1p9GwXYtfuXKZ9HO2ohamSv25gPAM6AnWQ3fkuY-z_oNR-xy79qlndsw-w/s400/103_4239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407689613895836994" /></a><br />So I have been lectured by Julene that just because I posted Halloween pictures on my facebook, it doesn't mean that everyone has seen them since not everyone (Julene) is on facebook. So here we go...<br /><br />After watching the latest Harry Potter movie with my Mom this summer, I made my usual phone call to my sister Kathy so that she could explain to me what happened and why, and what will happen next. I do this after every Harry Potter movie because I've been too lazy to read the books, but I can't stand not knowing what happens next. After watching this movie I considered reading the last book, since there was only one more left, and then I would finally know how it ended. The only problem with this is that Kathy told me that so much more happens in the books than in the movies, and there are even characters in the books that aren't in the movies. I figured it would probably be even more confusing if I only read the last book so I decided that the next movie doesn't come out for another year, why not make it a goal to read all of the books before then. I thought a year would be just about enough time. Well I didn't need a year because It only took me 6 weeks. I had no idea I would get so into them. I was so caught up in them that Sam decided to read them too, and we had to race to the finnish.. (he won. but that's not the point.) Because I was constantly reading Harry Potter, my boys became obsessed with it and they've never even watched any of the movies! We decided to let them watch the first one because it's not as scary as the rest, and after that Nicholas HAD to be Harry Potter for Halloween. Now because Nicholas was going to be Harry Potter, Christian Had to be Harry Potter. So I went to the fabric store to find a Harry Potter robe pattern, only to discover that they don't make them. I did however find a <br />Little Red Riding-hood pattern that with a few alterations, would work. I found some great cloak like fabric at walmart for only $3 a yard and started sewing. It wasn't until I had both costumes cut out that I realized that I bought 60" wide fabric, thinking it was 45", which if you sew at all you know that means I bought way too much. I couldn't just let all that fabric go to waste, so I decided to make a cloak for me too, and then I could dress up with the boys. When mine was finished, it didn't seem right not to have Sam dressed up too, however he had forbidden me from spending anymore money on halloween costumes, and I didn't have enough leftover to make him a full costume. Luckily a sister from my ward donated some fabric to the cause of making Sam dress up, and it all worked out great! <br /> I decided to be Tonks, (No, that is not my real hair, it's a wig- I actually had some people ask!))<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKM4Pdyutag4_cxqe9uIB5uMgNBGwImwB215earTsZDQIArOmDwcYO7R6D5zYKB1Y8fO6_5_duDzth56loJBCvggmMUhFQGuvF7wrTPkas4A_A4KUqu5m8atR678RjJOt8wf5muXI6zJ4/s1600/103_4233.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKM4Pdyutag4_cxqe9uIB5uMgNBGwImwB215earTsZDQIArOmDwcYO7R6D5zYKB1Y8fO6_5_duDzth56loJBCvggmMUhFQGuvF7wrTPkas4A_A4KUqu5m8atR678RjJOt8wf5muXI6zJ4/s400/103_4233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407689623585945330" /></a> and I made Sam be Lupin, I even made him grow some facial hair, (which he hated, but I thought was kinda cute) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEJEfJ3suovl-sqDdPeryq1jQlo0101eSDohAcB1t4GwO4shJpct8_DYtvV3Jh-Rtr2-aw63yZoyZtoAZmtEpSE4OdpkWgMfIuvuMafPtnShgbxN01hmdXi6ElocqOZhA-9JLxGFQHbmY/s1600/103_4238.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEJEfJ3suovl-sqDdPeryq1jQlo0101eSDohAcB1t4GwO4shJpct8_DYtvV3Jh-Rtr2-aw63yZoyZtoAZmtEpSE4OdpkWgMfIuvuMafPtnShgbxN01hmdXi6ElocqOZhA-9JLxGFQHbmY/s400/103_4238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407694298192303458" /></a><br />and we had 2 Harry Potters, (Christian wouldn't keep his glasses on)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmLt_l7RaakNnMYP8zPC7o-Q6SczBZ5OTt2-Ky7eQ031lWGU_evxnppCmy4aDicC8VWVzmiFtMZqN21-7fmJpnKMf4_9FgaarG0lmPQHFnba0wnYP1Ijvk74209qfqBCg9PDRNbHRwA8/s1600/103_4244.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmLt_l7RaakNnMYP8zPC7o-Q6SczBZ5OTt2-Ky7eQ031lWGU_evxnppCmy4aDicC8VWVzmiFtMZqN21-7fmJpnKMf4_9FgaarG0lmPQHFnba0wnYP1Ijvk74209qfqBCg9PDRNbHRwA8/s400/103_4244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407689635328688386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnQgatvfdO7SClkxqRKe0eAtD3p33qMFd2MEo-K3HSYZWqoNm_6sQjeLMIPIKmOS8NcXf2TC7liY_ozVT-qiK6DTwpaWLYfsf8qnJ71g6tirNpcJ1T3NQTZOL4_eHbSiBCces_6w684c/s1600/103_4249.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnQgatvfdO7SClkxqRKe0eAtD3p33qMFd2MEo-K3HSYZWqoNm_6sQjeLMIPIKmOS8NcXf2TC7liY_ozVT-qiK6DTwpaWLYfsf8qnJ71g6tirNpcJ1T3NQTZOL4_eHbSiBCces_6w684c/s400/103_4249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407689627536144034" /></a><br />P.S. If you are wondering, Sam put the wrong ties on the boys which is why Nick's is too small, and Christian's is too long!<br />P.P.S You don't have to read my Halloween post next year since we will probably be wearing the same costumes. I didn't put all that work into it to only be worn once!natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-82803936189681358562009-10-11T15:29:00.000-07:002009-10-11T17:00:02.795-07:00New York CityIf you asked Nicholas where he went last week, he might have told you New York City. After a few reminders he might have said York City, and then after several "repeat after me..." 's, he could probably tell you that we went to Yorktown, Virginia. It's not quite as exciting as New York City, but there was still a lot to see and do. Yorktown is the site of a huge Revolutionary War battlefield. It's just a few miles outside of Williamsburg, VA. Sam's Brother Ben and his wife Kate, and baby Archie were passing through there at the end of a summer full of travels, and we met them there to visit for a few days. It was great to spend time with them. My boys really loved running and playing rowdy with Uncle Ben. I'm not sure how, but Nicholas and Christian talked Uncle Ben into having a race up and down a huge field in Williamsburg, while Nicholas was running, and Ben was pushing Christian in Archie's stroller, back and forth they went, and then if that wasn't enough to wear him out, they talked Sam into joining the racing fun and before I knew it, Sam and Ben were running up and down the field with Nicholas and Christian on their shoulders! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyj_SjA1GLGf7ItkdhVpgB3MQPwV7eNyyP9VYqbLhAwX8W12ziESKbjQi91W1gCPHqKaxMgrcQoTyrRK5PqBrANl6i3jUAl1Ljh_jUZgX-utYQ2HXO7gKf6G7rGm28PfpaeuluQyO5pvk/s1600-h/103_4123.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyj_SjA1GLGf7ItkdhVpgB3MQPwV7eNyyP9VYqbLhAwX8W12ziESKbjQi91W1gCPHqKaxMgrcQoTyrRK5PqBrANl6i3jUAl1Ljh_jUZgX-utYQ2HXO7gKf6G7rGm28PfpaeuluQyO5pvk/s400/103_4123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391482261728083042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpraWKrnigPd3KiNXBUuqayRMvLfLnOjIf_6sMBuagFd89CYpmyKrrs7ejLblkmKlgtlqyHjM13dAF6CPAqdrZE3J5rvTKuUob92AqtHyZ0y4PUfKhQ0csSG_kxzhU_cbLr9BEGDmn_w/s1600-h/103_4126.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpraWKrnigPd3KiNXBUuqayRMvLfLnOjIf_6sMBuagFd89CYpmyKrrs7ejLblkmKlgtlqyHjM13dAF6CPAqdrZE3J5rvTKuUob92AqtHyZ0y4PUfKhQ0csSG_kxzhU_cbLr9BEGDmn_w/s400/103_4126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391487420118646018" /></a><br /> I now understand why whenever I complain to Sam's mom about how crazy Nicholas is, she always says "Now, Ben was my kid who did that..." I'm just now sure why it's fair that I got the crazy kid, when Sam was her tame child! Isn't the 'Mother's Curse' that you will someday have a child just like yourself? Anyway we had a great time. The boys also loved playing with baby Archie, they love babies, but I'm not sure babies love them quite as much. <br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0_9x8CXC1pG5HKTZ2DJaP6dOLDs9BTbUnDIgDTVqlPKwEd7BDvUCWxSYQeY7v6wtKT6Z3AzEqMJ95alhGMsaD91I5uaTl-a3BG3l_AIQICZqodgtztrU3GxevTGTnkL7u4KB9OSbdVc/s1600-h/103_4121.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0_9x8CXC1pG5HKTZ2DJaP6dOLDs9BTbUnDIgDTVqlPKwEd7BDvUCWxSYQeY7v6wtKT6Z3AzEqMJ95alhGMsaD91I5uaTl-a3BG3l_AIQICZqodgtztrU3GxevTGTnkL7u4KB9OSbdVc/s400/103_4121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391482252385070786" /></a><br />I'm not sure Little Arch appreciated all the "brotherly affection" my boys had for him, but he sure put up with it well!<br /><br />We went to a fun 'hands-on' museum in Yorktown where they had several displays of what life would have been like for Revolutionary war Soldiers. My boys really got into that, especially when a guy came and gave them some pretend money from that time period, money is one of Nicholas' favorite things. Don't get me wrong, he doesn't spend it, he likes to play with it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXRKu09J6duwK9_zSELLObpe4dWX4DZoKub92mse25OwE0j7QHrtbfltHyc2dPErG_OM3e781rVrNS3Dpwn3lfv_SYTtPx6JZl7U9384aXC8k9o1DixFEYHSFFQDMgn2Ce-1r2NrxKNM/s1600-h/103_4142.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXRKu09J6duwK9_zSELLObpe4dWX4DZoKub92mse25OwE0j7QHrtbfltHyc2dPErG_OM3e781rVrNS3Dpwn3lfv_SYTtPx6JZl7U9384aXC8k9o1DixFEYHSFFQDMgn2Ce-1r2NrxKNM/s400/103_4142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391487424057553666" /></a><br />*Note: Christian has a very terrible fake smile :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDHttXaiwVo4Fa98ts0dlN5nfd3DFiKUyUH0LHBYPoy-zbE1pVZvf20NMQ07HeX0tkWLWVNCbfLuXzduBApIpnJgpq9dzIKpW_DTiAre-6DbsVlvmRCo2FV9kiEh4E9nY36WqhBCbs4Ig/s1600-h/103_4137.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDHttXaiwVo4Fa98ts0dlN5nfd3DFiKUyUH0LHBYPoy-zbE1pVZvf20NMQ07HeX0tkWLWVNCbfLuXzduBApIpnJgpq9dzIKpW_DTiAre-6DbsVlvmRCo2FV9kiEh4E9nY36WqhBCbs4Ig/s400/103_4137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391487413887612530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTZQnIFR42lTqNqkNmteklSUSd7sZvrSxSM-PjZblf1kZqaFmjv_o9NweTbMSIbbqK0QCfhLSA_63K3m0BKf7Gq3cjBce7F9qvbFNqRz9Wi51I03Tvzj8mypgyogKtHiWj555Y5pAWeAE/s1600-h/103_4139.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTZQnIFR42lTqNqkNmteklSUSd7sZvrSxSM-PjZblf1kZqaFmjv_o9NweTbMSIbbqK0QCfhLSA_63K3m0BKf7Gq3cjBce7F9qvbFNqRz9Wi51I03Tvzj8mypgyogKtHiWj555Y5pAWeAE/s400/103_4139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391492718614019090" /></a><br />HMMMMM...Sam would have been a HOT soldier!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCMA6W0D4ZcCxUeEEOBPk_DPWxlTtRlJZv9uKxud6LsvQ02IG4Q8QCimyoVjDf5CVOnWT_AT9GB7teP0klYgRuBMnJquF50FRkg1Td19Mgs3SiO2tULL2TmpZ4Bn8YmlHJul-cYGRu0M/s1600-h/103_4135.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCMA6W0D4ZcCxUeEEOBPk_DPWxlTtRlJZv9uKxud6LsvQ02IG4Q8QCimyoVjDf5CVOnWT_AT9GB7teP0klYgRuBMnJquF50FRkg1Td19Mgs3SiO2tULL2TmpZ4Bn8YmlHJul-cYGRu0M/s400/103_4135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391487402379136610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaS-KEnGReEm6Wa31AM_aijZwfQCCep7DbakGGPqrFgnNQmNIEBcLA0glDbsfP6HsnrPaHfwPnVKGlJAqGyBWBtvf8CnX80sSpcQzVSjWYIH4mlPfbD7G9y4YPRdujEb5KByI6pkogCMI/s1600-h/103_4131.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaS-KEnGReEm6Wa31AM_aijZwfQCCep7DbakGGPqrFgnNQmNIEBcLA0glDbsfP6HsnrPaHfwPnVKGlJAqGyBWBtvf8CnX80sSpcQzVSjWYIH4mlPfbD7G9y4YPRdujEb5KByI6pkogCMI/s400/103_4131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391487394298339778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihL35p6Z9N6ncWFELLRrj2D0zFEAmpdp9a-45VNCUxcIuApvo5m9cIPzLV0N3ZBqBOCIUP9eKdPxzNn2tDn3iMF5UiVoBJvsOY9Ql022stp7WMIFSWM_wSIri2qakE-5UhGReLk6Sgao8/s1600-h/103_4149.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihL35p6Z9N6ncWFELLRrj2D0zFEAmpdp9a-45VNCUxcIuApvo5m9cIPzLV0N3ZBqBOCIUP9eKdPxzNn2tDn3iMF5UiVoBJvsOY9Ql022stp7WMIFSWM_wSIri2qakE-5UhGReLk6Sgao8/s400/103_4149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391492720745329810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJevo7K2ZLV8qlY2S1pBM-idLJwRTKdkQHgDnBYQN5fjG8JjJHbv8n8VNfdUeG9reBFZ6JT_0PocrHg59RS87cH9kdxuUw_GcmTbjnKn6yI_oJRxTdwJbmzzxuDYpI-B9nfxXGml3ghi8/s1600-h/103_4144.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJevo7K2ZLV8qlY2S1pBM-idLJwRTKdkQHgDnBYQN5fjG8JjJHbv8n8VNfdUeG9reBFZ6JT_0PocrHg59RS87cH9kdxuUw_GcmTbjnKn6yI_oJRxTdwJbmzzxuDYpI-B9nfxXGml3ghi8/s400/103_4144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391492706515506322" /></a><br />After a long day at the museum, my boys found one of their favorite things to play in... A big dirt patch! Even little Archie got in on all the dirty fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrtmyHtjogOABC9pGSMoFHso0dKE_cSIKkUGWNl2661BgXsAD30_HPMSkpMcmmEHshftOwSYJjYZKSLpP2HDitAX4DwgkvGUShNX-HDaEt3hD7sqagoTzBQuqV3q9jYdipC9TSx7OHAEM/s1600-h/103_4148.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrtmyHtjogOABC9pGSMoFHso0dKE_cSIKkUGWNl2661BgXsAD30_HPMSkpMcmmEHshftOwSYJjYZKSLpP2HDitAX4DwgkvGUShNX-HDaEt3hD7sqagoTzBQuqV3q9jYdipC9TSx7OHAEM/s400/103_4148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391492699129443346" /></a><br />While seeing the sites was fun, probably my favorite part of the trip was just being able to sit and talk with Kate and Ben. Being so far away from family we don't get to do that very often, and I loved it. At night after we put the kids to bed, the 4 of us played a fierce game of Risk. We stayed up way too late, but it was fun! We miss you guys, and hope to see you all soon!natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-79006287455886420232009-09-29T15:48:00.000-07:002009-09-29T16:04:55.809-07:00The Title of LibertyLast night we had a really fun Family Home Evening that I thought I would share. I briefly told the boys the story of Captain Moroni and the Title of Liberty. Then I gave each of them a piece of fabric that was cut into the shape of a coat. I let them each rip the arms of the coat off, to make a rectangle shaped piece, and with a fabric marker we wrote "In memory or our God, our religion,and freedom, and our peace, our wives and our children" Just like Moroni did, and then we used hot glue to glue them onto sticks, and then had a parade marching around the house while the boys waved their 'Titles of liberty' while singing 'Families can be together forever'. They had so much fun! When I put Christian to sleep that night I asked him what his favorite thing was today, and he said "Ripping the coat and making a flag like Moroni, and protecting my family."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhYd5GIDBgA9Tvgz-rWhT3GSt_k2q4cE-ldujosOOrlPe7IqoOun-PuAWU3byRzCb47Cgf4Rly-qnlkl0cmMcl-If5HKUX6Lo9NcN7c-0b3igkAldEY-XoElTeYg4OxZsB6Hhtcqb5HjY/s1600-h/103_4114.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhYd5GIDBgA9Tvgz-rWhT3GSt_k2q4cE-ldujosOOrlPe7IqoOun-PuAWU3byRzCb47Cgf4Rly-qnlkl0cmMcl-If5HKUX6Lo9NcN7c-0b3igkAldEY-XoElTeYg4OxZsB6Hhtcqb5HjY/s400/103_4114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387028718412447394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-sKj5OhsmaQUA2AmtwsWV8SGPI9fZBZisbjD-Ia3AXs0tGBt0Prx2m7CvhAhpXt1WDTSaPXu0a79TNzGcLQoaVulhngqRq6DMqZZsEktbTXaIMsYBNS-paxd63r6MmHeRs_vOgeJdJM/s1600-h/103_4116.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-sKj5OhsmaQUA2AmtwsWV8SGPI9fZBZisbjD-Ia3AXs0tGBt0Prx2m7CvhAhpXt1WDTSaPXu0a79TNzGcLQoaVulhngqRq6DMqZZsEktbTXaIMsYBNS-paxd63r6MmHeRs_vOgeJdJM/s400/103_4116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387028724131964370" /></a>natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-29607403264802450492009-09-29T15:22:00.000-07:002009-09-29T15:47:41.749-07:00The Green Cheetahs!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqINFVK2Y4ahJYOqKGtOzqKeoDZ7HpL8wcf9FJsQGaZ5z_0AkFBZ66s0nCfxo0FvlSA6InVxZGaI-sF02apnLxdhKFKFeAZSWzZCGW3kWQiuQub6l1-L9CLmRohqpTDNXSIx2-J7opTM/s1600-h/103_4108.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqINFVK2Y4ahJYOqKGtOzqKeoDZ7HpL8wcf9FJsQGaZ5z_0AkFBZ66s0nCfxo0FvlSA6InVxZGaI-sF02apnLxdhKFKFeAZSWzZCGW3kWQiuQub6l1-L9CLmRohqpTDNXSIx2-J7opTM/s400/103_4108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387024431297625090" /></a><br /><br />Nicholas has started his 5th season in soccer. In years past they didn't keep score or have a goalie, they really just wanted the kids to have fun, and learn to kick the ball in the net. This year they are stepping it up a little and have added a goalie, and they have full uniforms, not just a jersey. It has been fun to watch his games, the kids are really getting good. Nick has finally stopped crashing into all the kids just for fun, and he actually gets right into the game.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8imHv1pgRDHoV6BIy8b2CDJSlv_GwhWT7dwl1c5Wt6cC6KPR4KunuNc99uzXuPlq4hsDkpq2YOZzvHg0yYjLYwaPyLXAavIOU6jCAxVB-FozLto92s78Sw7b75ebtaZP8UKLFWoST_0/s1600-h/103_4103.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8imHv1pgRDHoV6BIy8b2CDJSlv_GwhWT7dwl1c5Wt6cC6KPR4KunuNc99uzXuPlq4hsDkpq2YOZzvHg0yYjLYwaPyLXAavIOU6jCAxVB-FozLto92s78Sw7b75ebtaZP8UKLFWoST_0/s400/103_4103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387023145071794370" /></a> <br /><br /> He has also enjoyed being the goalie a few times, he likes it because he gets to use his hands if he wants to! <br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4WTBFPeG4tqgo0jaUHluqZHIwll3PsIFBBBJ7rVer1uEsAk7OkLr6bMTb_qLGvFJUW-I3KNGt61Wib2UR0wVfVJhyzVGavIyAdlIZEl_fXgtMNUx6M3DpCrbwDnR1kzGawOqyuUzNPvY/s1600-h/103_4102.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4WTBFPeG4tqgo0jaUHluqZHIwll3PsIFBBBJ7rVer1uEsAk7OkLr6bMTb_qLGvFJUW-I3KNGt61Wib2UR0wVfVJhyzVGavIyAdlIZEl_fXgtMNUx6M3DpCrbwDnR1kzGawOqyuUzNPvY/s400/103_4102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387023128954846194" /></a>natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-11603359086101902052009-09-29T15:00:00.000-07:002009-09-29T15:22:36.350-07:00Hooray for school!I'm back, hopefully full force! Nicholas has finally started Kindergarten, which frees up my mornings, (he's in half-day Kindergarten) thus allowing me to go shopping, clean my house, and blog or whatever else I might want to do. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJVQEDFf47u6n1NFZOMwvPfz_xGpX3pFRJu6euYINRfXBNUUjlvg7ZRVtWQWb2B6VSOXlg4ZhRH5J0Wkl2u8HzTK0zMduQ669PlFoIp1jaD34SNQX9UX3e_5euTZRfwDpaeQ8rtTJWTyM/s1600-h/103_4065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJVQEDFf47u6n1NFZOMwvPfz_xGpX3pFRJu6euYINRfXBNUUjlvg7ZRVtWQWb2B6VSOXlg4ZhRH5J0Wkl2u8HzTK0zMduQ669PlFoIp1jaD34SNQX9UX3e_5euTZRfwDpaeQ8rtTJWTyM/s400/103_4065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387016699964997298" /></a> You are probably wondering what about Christian? Well, without a big brother to fight with, he is perfectly happy having free reign on all the toys, and he has also started pre-school. We are doing a little co-op preschool with some friends from church. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsibe6D2LSDTGbzSdxbusX3ym1jUN0n8pz7Gb_Ri-Mr29oRHUl7GDNbavQiNIrjJOQONjFv3DzvU7JlQ1ymy4x5xgJpvWbe7EjkRDFlmTN5Xef4k-6yNzwZcdPzVXj6F_v1cdF73UeV-I/s1600-h/103_4094.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsibe6D2LSDTGbzSdxbusX3ym1jUN0n8pz7Gb_Ri-Mr29oRHUl7GDNbavQiNIrjJOQONjFv3DzvU7JlQ1ymy4x5xgJpvWbe7EjkRDFlmTN5Xef4k-6yNzwZcdPzVXj6F_v1cdF73UeV-I/s400/103_4094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387017429414457634" /></a> He goes once a week for 2 hours. Each week we take turns teaching, so I only have to teach the kids once every 5 weeks. It is great! Christian has been so proud that he is going to school, and he is already learning so much!natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-62962680488841161932009-08-08T10:45:00.000-07:002009-08-08T17:28:31.290-07:00Such a busy Summer!I am a detail oriented person. When I blog, I like to include details about things. How else would you be able thoroughly experience what I am trying to express? Unfortunately, and fortunately at the same time, I have had such a busy fun summer that I haven't had time to blog at all. So now that things are winding down, I find myself putting off the recording of my memories because there are too many now, and I don't have the time or patience to do any of them justice through blogging. I have finally come to the conclusion now however that It's better to at least jot down the highlights, and get on with my life. So please understand how painful it is for me to only post a few pictures of each thing, and hardly any detail. I promise in the future I will try not to be so boring! <br />Now, where to begin...?<br /> <br />Fathers Day<br /><br />My sweet boys made Sam these beautiful ties for Father's day. He was such a good sport and actually wore them to church. The best part was that they asked him to help pass the sacrament, so the whole ward got a good look at them. I love him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ARfoz50Vsrdhr6iKk-fCYjKzcgm27gRJRoCb-HzgQbun_yFY8U655HZ1h-POgzjtp6kd9_MxEKWfw8XGKoXQK-T4zgZQX_0oSsw1S4w9Ltt4kpHC8d3fe-Jqf_GQpXW6zWWN2biKKGw/s1600-h/103_3925.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ARfoz50Vsrdhr6iKk-fCYjKzcgm27gRJRoCb-HzgQbun_yFY8U655HZ1h-POgzjtp6kd9_MxEKWfw8XGKoXQK-T4zgZQX_0oSsw1S4w9Ltt4kpHC8d3fe-Jqf_GQpXW6zWWN2biKKGw/s400/103_3925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367658289221697906" /></a><br /><br />Sam's parents came to see us in the end of june. <br /><br />We went to Chimney Rock state park, film site of last of the mohicans. Beautiful.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicbmzWVZaMvqXQoMFdI0LJfi7cFmg96RvLOCd2JNtKCPwxonB76ZUhDtM5puF8HXWS9Suypz9wNYmxo3vhvlboihcs_ZVQAsakdcZBCSwjJN7rQLgvq9AaLPmBKhSGaZXa-ifVgrZOr8/s1600-h/DSC_0185.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicbmzWVZaMvqXQoMFdI0LJfi7cFmg96RvLOCd2JNtKCPwxonB76ZUhDtM5puF8HXWS9Suypz9wNYmxo3vhvlboihcs_ZVQAsakdcZBCSwjJN7rQLgvq9AaLPmBKhSGaZXa-ifVgrZOr8/s400/DSC_0185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367714005069609506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Ua6B7kwiH6wjRAlUePZF0cMs6uAIXsyZQixvld471ewf9xGtOHkJC38c7KrHaQ9vALfV-P9WVkzMAMM8r0zpxHN68QP25gflukFa40bIlTWolRLe1od47WxahzVZ17xUuB_aXg-WjRs/s1600-h/DSC_0164.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Ua6B7kwiH6wjRAlUePZF0cMs6uAIXsyZQixvld471ewf9xGtOHkJC38c7KrHaQ9vALfV-P9WVkzMAMM8r0zpxHN68QP25gflukFa40bIlTWolRLe1od47WxahzVZ17xUuB_aXg-WjRs/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367713998560873394" /></a><br /><br />20 Minutes away was the Biltmore house. The Nations largest estate, where you can take a tour of the house and the expansive gardens.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqApkTp6CkQqPRPbuZQFt00o0uFvErWhqfcmvwHNOjBVz_FdFnof-ewJ1pt8Ysud3zAU1uMId3Y4y0gVrDUPJI5dqD_mg56SFvzxfucKW9ipLbcSmtjeN7koT-WWkheOMNMRHSoenVnQo/s1600-h/DSC_0199.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqApkTp6CkQqPRPbuZQFt00o0uFvErWhqfcmvwHNOjBVz_FdFnof-ewJ1pt8Ysud3zAU1uMId3Y4y0gVrDUPJI5dqD_mg56SFvzxfucKW9ipLbcSmtjeN7koT-WWkheOMNMRHSoenVnQo/s400/DSC_0199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367714009701276290" /></a><br />My favorite part was when Nicholas found this water fountain and exclaimed "Look mom! A potty mouth!". <br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFi9yrLsPXst_dCMRA7CaAPk9xVJVo_rRLc_gZAf-lFs8t77fMCcdFPvykyhlbR7siz4tTHeAJMnm7yxN9cTX3z73e4CTu59LP9-4j5SJjnFeYyociyC6gxFdV_-0vX-7vx081Ye5MsDg/s1600-h/DSC_0208.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFi9yrLsPXst_dCMRA7CaAPk9xVJVo_rRLc_gZAf-lFs8t77fMCcdFPvykyhlbR7siz4tTHeAJMnm7yxN9cTX3z73e4CTu59LP9-4j5SJjnFeYyociyC6gxFdV_-0vX-7vx081Ye5MsDg/s400/DSC_0208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367714018517748082" /></a><br /><br />4th of July<br /><br />We went to the Children's Parade in Durham. They had a bunch of scrap materials and you got to pick through them and decorate your ride. Nick was adorable. He waved at everyone watching and said "Happy fourth of July!". They had a fire truck there for the children to explore and after the parade they got out the hose and sprayed it out on the grass for the children to run through. My boys loved it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMJUInMNedB1EEtv_lqwm0DjRAEWGFLAbiK0IDI8dCE3dcZW6XrukVpGSicXYj2nn3W_IAk3yzTelhPO45x9rBsgRkgqQJbqs00UXoE-Q9romrcGdS7xa1c61XbRWgULLHn-7J8GMTa4/s1600-h/103_3949.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMJUInMNedB1EEtv_lqwm0DjRAEWGFLAbiK0IDI8dCE3dcZW6XrukVpGSicXYj2nn3W_IAk3yzTelhPO45x9rBsgRkgqQJbqs00UXoE-Q9romrcGdS7xa1c61XbRWgULLHn-7J8GMTa4/s400/103_3949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367718935809726786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMNl1acIuTQ-SKKJyFRZJ8xNgJf-6RxZf4Mj5DRevDa3anmoFHh4kOZMqYhNSOURSU9hePnR7C-O0d6liMWMb1DMPekWJkD6z9Gf4XEwl6UOodUrNluiCnsBa9_LN9kFRLzgM9Hv4ZINo/s1600-h/103_3946.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMNl1acIuTQ-SKKJyFRZJ8xNgJf-6RxZf4Mj5DRevDa3anmoFHh4kOZMqYhNSOURSU9hePnR7C-O0d6liMWMb1DMPekWJkD6z9Gf4XEwl6UOodUrNluiCnsBa9_LN9kFRLzgM9Hv4ZINo/s400/103_3946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367718923991404690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPTL-_Rx8u5AKI7Qk_uzPvGqYc-q5fMEXpA9Uqe-MlyffWP_wP8sM03Ejc77ndsMer5Mi4INuXZUE-QcQqkgv1apF9U3HykC4PLJe-YNvHTMtOkU3CGNAbA7T_9hKxwirD-UaJJrx9ptk/s1600-h/103_3938.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPTL-_Rx8u5AKI7Qk_uzPvGqYc-q5fMEXpA9Uqe-MlyffWP_wP8sM03Ejc77ndsMer5Mi4INuXZUE-QcQqkgv1apF9U3HykC4PLJe-YNvHTMtOkU3CGNAbA7T_9hKxwirD-UaJJrx9ptk/s400/103_3938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367718923631657938" /></a><br /><br />My parents came to visit.<br /><br />When my parents came we went out to Washington DC. Sam and I went there last summer with my sister's family, so when we went with my parents we saw a lot of the same things, except this time we scheduled a tour of the Capitol and we saw a lot more Abe Lincoln sites because my Mom is a huge Lincoln fan . You have to book this several months in advance with your senator. An intern from his office gives you a personal tour. Sam even found a statue of his great great grandfather Philo T. Farnsworth-Inventor of the Television! Since we had done all that planning were really looking forward to our tour, you can imagine our disappointment when we were in the rotunda room- the dome of the capital, when suddenly some people started chaining themselves to each other, ripping off their shirts to expose black shirts with bright pink writing, and shouted "CLEAN NEEDLES SAVE LIVES! CLEAN NEEDLES SAVE LIVES!" Over and over. The whole building had to be shut down and all the tours canceled. Let me tell you, after that, I REALLY wanted to support their cause! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYM-hElQpzkQgITZBUOFHkMghAUOziTuR_xGvZaX6f5C0MBj42IlhH9zXLjfcyRFIfNXY-J-OZ_-Am9yGQJCtDCDF7PFcoWdd_plepBcsTcqG8mtiKIhyphenhyphen7XjZdTmETfLShBNQnpG6o5cM/s1600-h/SANY0072.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYM-hElQpzkQgITZBUOFHkMghAUOziTuR_xGvZaX6f5C0MBj42IlhH9zXLjfcyRFIfNXY-J-OZ_-Am9yGQJCtDCDF7PFcoWdd_plepBcsTcqG8mtiKIhyphenhyphen7XjZdTmETfLShBNQnpG6o5cM/s400/SANY0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367728451934750786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_oSyxXuBiSqo1mmkoIUt9HB1H2w4JuUCLI-tBVHTe-CqAiFXDwUME4eEFtlGBFAspmFhCxnbx4WklhaOxmF5WZUZf-4lw_AcymanqBT-ohW5z-_FEwuhqjeOCzy2hOxQ3BNzzQyBGeM/s1600-h/103_3992.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_oSyxXuBiSqo1mmkoIUt9HB1H2w4JuUCLI-tBVHTe-CqAiFXDwUME4eEFtlGBFAspmFhCxnbx4WklhaOxmF5WZUZf-4lw_AcymanqBT-ohW5z-_FEwuhqjeOCzy2hOxQ3BNzzQyBGeM/s400/103_3992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367728444906024578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiniPRCX7ZBMBRjbzhScCcxk3eTu2CGAkdnSvlkmyWXPcutxPnrhlkOX8yfZ97ZZkXbI2RXGoW5xapYVPSVHw1XkwgsKfk-XUneQznj5gUR2iK-a6J9R8MwCER_TiA1esaIuFJFjfJaJ0/s1600-h/103_3978.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiniPRCX7ZBMBRjbzhScCcxk3eTu2CGAkdnSvlkmyWXPcutxPnrhlkOX8yfZ97ZZkXbI2RXGoW5xapYVPSVHw1XkwgsKfk-XUneQznj5gUR2iK-a6J9R8MwCER_TiA1esaIuFJFjfJaJ0/s400/103_3978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367728436844704578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6Z528eJx9AcajzgnfnCilRdKAz4THJn_LmYnNrL6RBDyTuehASz0N58X1XqCQsQEp8vF-rPZ_dXt0AS4ZcIBTDgFkPE0m7ecdHBrO8zHATLafU2GwDRaJlUM4GUSN2KntIhD_MSdZyA/s1600-h/103_3985.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6Z528eJx9AcajzgnfnCilRdKAz4THJn_LmYnNrL6RBDyTuehASz0N58X1XqCQsQEp8vF-rPZ_dXt0AS4ZcIBTDgFkPE0m7ecdHBrO8zHATLafU2GwDRaJlUM4GUSN2KntIhD_MSdZyA/s400/103_3985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367728429936171138" /></a><br /><br />Since my Dad has a knack for finding 'hidden treasures', he found us a gem stone mine to go to as well. He saw a special on it on the travel channel. You can go and sleuth for real gem stones. It was RIDICULOUS to find, but my boys had a blast searching for shiny rocks, so I guess it was worth it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1amJzxkxKgdgIaMLRyZRL4MEt_gCDShIk5iTkonpDXucP8bt_d16Rr_Bn5-izMgTBtZaFyc31gqW_vbdhMMJwCfBdQnQeEOAc6uTG80szjQr-C9nMKekH7WEQE-6l5BHu5PVNtSrYUws/s1600-h/103_3998.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1amJzxkxKgdgIaMLRyZRL4MEt_gCDShIk5iTkonpDXucP8bt_d16Rr_Bn5-izMgTBtZaFyc31gqW_vbdhMMJwCfBdQnQeEOAc6uTG80szjQr-C9nMKekH7WEQE-6l5BHu5PVNtSrYUws/s400/103_3998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367734318467326370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZgJ-GyXWIj31W3EXJBR3_4Ze3Cm6zYiHDRvJJSC-F0LTj6DjlAoVxgHgQgYBt1D_7hAMCPIyTDxq4_yp9QsDsaCwRC_vyTsuN-LaYNrJZNFHMxXeNoaF6J7-fC3_N8IHaly9jXWvfOkA/s1600-h/103_4001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZgJ-GyXWIj31W3EXJBR3_4Ze3Cm6zYiHDRvJJSC-F0LTj6DjlAoVxgHgQgYBt1D_7hAMCPIyTDxq4_yp9QsDsaCwRC_vyTsuN-LaYNrJZNFHMxXeNoaF6J7-fC3_N8IHaly9jXWvfOkA/s400/103_4001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367734313138534946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaP-XbvcbyIITzpNXkSChxhU0yNMlbhIvViwLFoke9o0PE6GzlrDP_xqNKkijCthCCjXVd3IW1JsmCQUA0blIiU0dcEMMhdBi-SBqqPKFj4yNmrsYeinjEccB-jc1R0JEQS5z3SvdT4_o/s1600-h/103_4002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaP-XbvcbyIITzpNXkSChxhU0yNMlbhIvViwLFoke9o0PE6GzlrDP_xqNKkijCthCCjXVd3IW1JsmCQUA0blIiU0dcEMMhdBi-SBqqPKFj4yNmrsYeinjEccB-jc1R0JEQS5z3SvdT4_o/s400/103_4002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367734309242085730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHZlUZrV6jte4oB2btBqPz97EqlrVs4zp68PuRQju3E_IeGeEjkFHJUqc9aBPbjKt0t9GlahLqdbfu1qdqMVSta0rYAZnt71VzDJz9wplLpx4z0fg6JW4iad8e-lvgLEd-vEYOB6_Dtk/s1600-h/103_3997.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHZlUZrV6jte4oB2btBqPz97EqlrVs4zp68PuRQju3E_IeGeEjkFHJUqc9aBPbjKt0t9GlahLqdbfu1qdqMVSta0rYAZnt71VzDJz9wplLpx4z0fg6JW4iad8e-lvgLEd-vEYOB6_Dtk/s400/103_3997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367734306288051314" /></a><br /><br />My Cousin Dezra and Aunt Eva came to visit<br /><br />Sam had to go to a conference in California, so Dezra and her Mom came to hang out with me so I wouldn't be lonely. I finally got to meet Dezra's little Levi (who Christian kept calling 'Levite'). He's a super cute baby and my boys had tons of fun playing with him. We went Blueberry picking-a NC must! We also had "girls night" every night that Sam was gone. We watched chick flicks, ate ice cream and brownies and peanut M&M's. It was a blast!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiee9Jwg7zhgRzU3Ptu5NqOF7KUltb0Y8mIdmZv1fXrzgyclt2mYfdLrObDV0H-2rvfvd9viAsnyRUG2yNDCX__5ei49VQsdaBQvay-YX49-MS9LsSHfaUSjzT6KI-tfTBpEkZD5qoXMTw/s1600-h/DSC01937.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiee9Jwg7zhgRzU3Ptu5NqOF7KUltb0Y8mIdmZv1fXrzgyclt2mYfdLrObDV0H-2rvfvd9viAsnyRUG2yNDCX__5ei49VQsdaBQvay-YX49-MS9LsSHfaUSjzT6KI-tfTBpEkZD5qoXMTw/s400/DSC01937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367746335677740194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgaZrXL8ddS6Iu4Aub95TJahU5FghPmDEXNNuosEFYbJc3lfzrx8wzq6Bto-nhrQ9aK6ajX6lfCUg1Sr0Y5RdSE54C1z8vcJls79HKS9EIQ1gGOwToFtTj9fdRB87zzs24kLEqHZa1_k/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgaZrXL8ddS6Iu4Aub95TJahU5FghPmDEXNNuosEFYbJc3lfzrx8wzq6Bto-nhrQ9aK6ajX6lfCUg1Sr0Y5RdSE54C1z8vcJls79HKS9EIQ1gGOwToFtTj9fdRB87zzs24kLEqHZa1_k/s400/DSC01928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367746332563679506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYM3-Y5Ph-fDNGNtq9hCh01MOscYWOwnQcK1d0bgGQtEUB4T-O2hk29Mb65fP5W87_XUlTGL8qGHU95MOoNwbVnUZWxOW8a-Fp4mrEFvoIfUf0HflevnTEj9sv2okfkd7mpXZUfX_rgww/s1600-h/DSC02018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYM3-Y5Ph-fDNGNtq9hCh01MOscYWOwnQcK1d0bgGQtEUB4T-O2hk29Mb65fP5W87_XUlTGL8qGHU95MOoNwbVnUZWxOW8a-Fp4mrEFvoIfUf0HflevnTEj9sv2okfkd7mpXZUfX_rgww/s400/DSC02018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367746326000561474" /></a><br /><br />Nicholas' 5th Birthday Party<br /><br />We had a pool party for Nick's 5th birthday. He had tons of fun swimming with his friends. He got a Lightning McQueen cake, which turned out to be a bit of a problem. Note to all parents: Avoid cakes with BLACK frosting on them!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNczinCN37kLEZ9RVBiiLwOfrd7YqHS0WjxWv2IDdGfHMUPOa9qEnnTX6lQL2Cb5Cn4dVDg8c3S8cm_7AuyyTVrHP69-3JT6v1uyZaGoCZlmXHz-LFUBVHSwVQ4LcTmJME0oz_tO5JJI/s1600-h/DSC01993.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNczinCN37kLEZ9RVBiiLwOfrd7YqHS0WjxWv2IDdGfHMUPOa9qEnnTX6lQL2Cb5Cn4dVDg8c3S8cm_7AuyyTVrHP69-3JT6v1uyZaGoCZlmXHz-LFUBVHSwVQ4LcTmJME0oz_tO5JJI/s400/DSC01993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367751326779720562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIe-7OyVRoY3R5WDFljO-l7Uf0aA2J4K4NemULBeNYmJuvpFOgAHwQ4jy42g9AiA1qk_o45umJP5HENEfhovgafPo4g4rb4TdEP1MqDEAHwGbtJ8_zqttWrX5pwRmMnnEPQNbj7OqLCkY/s1600-h/DSC01997.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIe-7OyVRoY3R5WDFljO-l7Uf0aA2J4K4NemULBeNYmJuvpFOgAHwQ4jy42g9AiA1qk_o45umJP5HENEfhovgafPo4g4rb4TdEP1MqDEAHwGbtJ8_zqttWrX5pwRmMnnEPQNbj7OqLCkY/s400/DSC01997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367751318939360050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOuzbsmtj-cHCODdxCxh7KyqhVjDttXWm2XP0pSKLBXPJ0W51GfpTQtHWDmzcv3mPzo_ZwjL8k3tf1u0TZQua8kIcTtfRKOiTjTYXz7Cn9QsoprNJQ77LACpKTubjUvpLm8ymL_BG8BHc/s1600-h/DSC01971.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOuzbsmtj-cHCODdxCxh7KyqhVjDttXWm2XP0pSKLBXPJ0W51GfpTQtHWDmzcv3mPzo_ZwjL8k3tf1u0TZQua8kIcTtfRKOiTjTYXz7Cn9QsoprNJQ77LACpKTubjUvpLm8ymL_BG8BHc/s400/DSC01971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367751314792714674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyQIsCEkb2LZDxsbeS2o6I3DUCGyv8pF7oM8LQ-0tWgUQF7HKFJhg3Q06ywvbH0BU6y6DP-HEZnW-eqiXUJOn9zZaAUUnKNfCxQ6b9PKa34brfWzcXTdztq-aMc71-yHPE2lmNc77Ur0/s1600-h/DSC01989.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyQIsCEkb2LZDxsbeS2o6I3DUCGyv8pF7oM8LQ-0tWgUQF7HKFJhg3Q06ywvbH0BU6y6DP-HEZnW-eqiXUJOn9zZaAUUnKNfCxQ6b9PKa34brfWzcXTdztq-aMc71-yHPE2lmNc77Ur0/s400/DSC01989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367751306368635858" /></a><br /><br />Last but Definitely not Least!<br /><br />When Sam got home from California, he brought me a REAL-not black market but REAL COACH PURSE! He knows I've always wanted one. I love him sooooo much, (and my new purse too!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigI1yY6s-xKYVlG1UoPK-VXzHSGEmoDuDhSrJ1uyK2kxyeMXydSlV6F1La2RE65kMsBd2XYGgHd_d_ku1fH2ZpJkI16cad8dKNO94_ibiP3g_A9lji5jmhQd3d9FVyxJxcXAAZxqu7bbA/s1600-h/103_4032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigI1yY6s-xKYVlG1UoPK-VXzHSGEmoDuDhSrJ1uyK2kxyeMXydSlV6F1La2RE65kMsBd2XYGgHd_d_ku1fH2ZpJkI16cad8dKNO94_ibiP3g_A9lji5jmhQd3d9FVyxJxcXAAZxqu7bbA/s400/103_4032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367753672671474818" /></a>natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-42556820226688873862009-06-14T11:16:00.000-07:002009-06-14T11:50:56.421-07:00Knock! Knock!When the primary announced they were having a talent show, I asked Nicholas what he wanted to do for his talent. He didn't really know what a talent was, so I listed some common talents, sing a song, paint a picture, tell jokes,...immediately after I said tell jokes he got excited and said "Knock Knock jokes! I want to tell Knock knock jokes!" Now if you've ever heard his knock knock jokes, you would know why I cringed a little when he said that. Most of them don't make sense because he doesn't finnish them right, but he and Christian laugh like crazy anyway. However, since his is very into telling them right now, so I figured why not. The next week I was talking a friend of mine at church who has a son Nick's age, and when I told her that Nicholas wanted to tell knock knock jokes for his talent she started laughing and said that her son wanted to do the same thing, and she was worried about it for the same reasons. We decided it would be fun for them to do their talent together. So we did our best to practice with them how to tell the jokes right, and we let them each tell 2 jokes. So here it is, Nick and Ayden's comedy routine...(Except that I didn't get the camera turned on in time for the first joke) <br /><br /> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwnmktJkI-24zpy3wYBqHfTUlm5j46nTAZzcgMuE6kdIhacn0bWA8A7L4aoja1a0Ii7H3cFiLN3G5Ci4B55' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /> <br />I think they did a great job! (Even though Nick forgot part of one of his jokes. Yes, that was me in the background shouting 'Police':) )natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-64502487132520080632009-05-27T16:27:00.000-07:002009-05-27T18:16:31.463-07:00Fools MockA recent conversation with my sister went something like this...<br /><br />N: You should see my garden, it's growing like crazy. My tomato bush has 15 tomatoes growing on it, and at least 30 more blossoms, and my so-called dwarf peas that were only supposed to get 2-3 feet tall, out grew their trellis, so we had to build them a new one, and they are taller than Sam now!<br />J: Wait, you have a garden? Where did you put it?<br />(I live in a townhouse)<br />N: In pots.<br />J: Where did you put the pots?<br />N: Up My front walkway, it was the only place that had good sun. We also found a spot along the side of the door for the peas, and we planted some watermelons in front of the bushes.<br />(Julene starts laughing hysterically) <br />J: It must look ridiculous! You just have a bunch of vegetables growing in pots up your walkway? You have to post some picture on your blog, I've got to see this!<br /><br />I told her I would and then we continued to talk about all the things we've planted in our gardens. As ridiculous as it may sound, I am quite proud of my little garden. Here, let me introduce you to it.. <br /><br />MY SUGAR PEAS<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikYHPHBymR0g96LJ0Cpwr45l37jYRzhUo77xF0ILKIK_HtL07K7SBypZgbeNk1KkG1DeANSXMWMsxDNE8O6fKgAJNO2xHB06ABn0d8XB8CSiuj1K1k9WoenRBKH6XMoRDSJ2KnLjyRoJ0/s1600-h/103_3848.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikYHPHBymR0g96LJ0Cpwr45l37jYRzhUo77xF0ILKIK_HtL07K7SBypZgbeNk1KkG1DeANSXMWMsxDNE8O6fKgAJNO2xHB06ABn0d8XB8CSiuj1K1k9WoenRBKH6XMoRDSJ2KnLjyRoJ0/s400/103_3848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340663574382729730" /></a><br /><br />If you look close, you can see where the old trellis ends. Below is a picture of them reaching the top of the new trellis.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1B3l8jESYWDfOMfBn2u9TanoV35dFZQCANZJhUReYxj5LLdja7kFL52H4lsfgC8jKX_Jp71V356sylgj2wFMpiE3gtRrT_YlcJecdvG4HmjRIKf7P0jSbH_qN75weCZHnELzHYqHKQ9E/s1600-h/103_3859.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1B3l8jESYWDfOMfBn2u9TanoV35dFZQCANZJhUReYxj5LLdja7kFL52H4lsfgC8jKX_Jp71V356sylgj2wFMpiE3gtRrT_YlcJecdvG4HmjRIKf7P0jSbH_qN75weCZHnELzHYqHKQ9E/s400/103_3859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340659563893267442" /></a><br />This is the pretty pink blossom that comes before the peas.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQPEmUsWjmU1iccaCLTkimgsmLKRfpM8gD9ggCxn2fLhjZC44JKdy9U8AP4OAq8chFZHzh-9C0VReqLsuPNP_pl3AlW85HuwmPiDqZqvWEKlSd6rWM0zVp-tBZkRzL3BnwysJOHrqUP7I/s1600-h/103_3857.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQPEmUsWjmU1iccaCLTkimgsmLKRfpM8gD9ggCxn2fLhjZC44JKdy9U8AP4OAq8chFZHzh-9C0VReqLsuPNP_pl3AlW85HuwmPiDqZqvWEKlSd6rWM0zVp-tBZkRzL3BnwysJOHrqUP7I/s400/103_3857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340659548883414098" /></a><br /><br />These are what we have been eating all week, and they just keep coming. Every morning I go outside and there are more ready to be picked.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyCrAA2vYVNGaruPz6yRJ7BcOzm3w6oPLaAPSFfPLHlKA3A_jbfWCzmbwVAoqv0ZpjEBYU4XXn9OW3nhhNICC587p1wOstkt7RvK8IbCsJ_tss5uG4Fr8nq_I9D289J-9jXQW-9Uz-_A/s1600-h/103_3858.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyCrAA2vYVNGaruPz6yRJ7BcOzm3w6oPLaAPSFfPLHlKA3A_jbfWCzmbwVAoqv0ZpjEBYU4XXn9OW3nhhNICC587p1wOstkt7RvK8IbCsJ_tss5uG4Fr8nq_I9D289J-9jXQW-9Uz-_A/s400/103_3858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340659557502591154" /></a><br />MY GREEN-BEAN BUSHES, CHERRY TOMATO PLANT, AND 1 OF MY 2 BLUEBERRY BUSHES<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KCtRjN2IFzXPI8SZBL14590SRcTbC8_CXRomJ8ApeZQ23wo70IBNZMY1IB0sPETmqi86A-x7ySCA3UFAoEgCpSLsiFzxe1YJq0ClFVm41QdXtwQQLA_UphW0WT4n7FC75QmODQ-wZSQ/s1600-h/103_3850.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KCtRjN2IFzXPI8SZBL14590SRcTbC8_CXRomJ8ApeZQ23wo70IBNZMY1IB0sPETmqi86A-x7ySCA3UFAoEgCpSLsiFzxe1YJq0ClFVm41QdXtwQQLA_UphW0WT4n7FC75QmODQ-wZSQ/s400/103_3850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340666271066871746" /></a><br /> Yes, some of the green-bean bushes are planted in an old laundry soap bucket. Why not, it was free! And, in case you are wondering, the watermelons are planted right behind the grass-like bushes.<br />MY WATERMELONS<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqnfPIXzbAhJC63BTsOglP_zXyx1oSwanR15EBLdtysi68Nnn1ztioBuM3CeuVBnmynJmuZCwdoDhyphenhyphenrAlQwLWnix66_DA0-efDASOZ-OHoDDA7tusYprMFmytkYbDxfwWjtORZUGjj93E/s1600-h/103_3855.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqnfPIXzbAhJC63BTsOglP_zXyx1oSwanR15EBLdtysi68Nnn1ztioBuM3CeuVBnmynJmuZCwdoDhyphenhyphenrAlQwLWnix66_DA0-efDASOZ-OHoDDA7tusYprMFmytkYbDxfwWjtORZUGjj93E/s400/103_3855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340672234750481634" /></a><br />I planted them a week and a half ago, and they just came up on Saturday. Aren't they cute?<br /><br />MY OTHER BLUEBERRY BUSH, BASIL, TOMATO PLANT AND ANOTHER GREEN-BEAN BUSH<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCJxHnQGGu9RMa3jqHDd0dcGqd2xCyCO0vu_wOdQJ-N74MAcV2LlIWGOoX3FyrjrP5xLKegnnst5hxczrBfWCZUbBxNU6CdwWEOrAVpLYvZZmqUTA58sU2uYNhvXnKYepBFWwP4Otclc/s1600-h/103_3849.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCJxHnQGGu9RMa3jqHDd0dcGqd2xCyCO0vu_wOdQJ-N74MAcV2LlIWGOoX3FyrjrP5xLKegnnst5hxczrBfWCZUbBxNU6CdwWEOrAVpLYvZZmqUTA58sU2uYNhvXnKYepBFWwP4Otclc/s400/103_3849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340672221907047762" /></a><br />This tomato plant and I have been through a lot together. For about a month it just kept trying to die, it was one crisis after another, but I finally talked it into living, and look at how it's turning out! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfOm0dH2EOQbsAV_r_SnKjUT2ThYweRbPIC4K-NR5Ya-l4-tjFDky59YkYbjlH_hkKpOYtzHWorskWc4xqLCuPFWJ1Lx1Vr3Aaj7jvMVc_5it7HOjzXWSHqIz2v3pHJLY4V75kWwWt00/s1600-h/103_3853.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfOm0dH2EOQbsAV_r_SnKjUT2ThYweRbPIC4K-NR5Ya-l4-tjFDky59YkYbjlH_hkKpOYtzHWorskWc4xqLCuPFWJ1Lx1Vr3Aaj7jvMVc_5it7HOjzXWSHqIz2v3pHJLY4V75kWwWt00/s400/103_3853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340672237010465154" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gCrvc5RPnA-pqhp0KPZdHmY84JIbCNYzk3hYeEaZCHNTYl0CIs2jpmSUz4lXgQCsNxKEge_qXlMOUKNqzlKxbejAHTFkZAruk-o6V2y_GNQRPClnTXe_o7CdeMhGMDFBxOAopq2hfU0/s1600-h/103_3860.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gCrvc5RPnA-pqhp0KPZdHmY84JIbCNYzk3hYeEaZCHNTYl0CIs2jpmSUz4lXgQCsNxKEge_qXlMOUKNqzlKxbejAHTFkZAruk-o6V2y_GNQRPClnTXe_o7CdeMhGMDFBxOAopq2hfU0/s400/103_3860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340672224269231378" /></a><br /><br />And so Julene, my garden might be a little 'out of the box', but it's growing like crazy! Now I'm daring you to post pictures of your garden, and we'll see who has the last laugh!natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-78592601421128743872009-05-07T16:23:00.000-07:002009-05-07T18:51:32.818-07:00Outer Banks, NCWhen you were a kid, did you ever watch Pete's Dragon and wish that you could go to a lighthouse, climb to the top, and look out at the ocean? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeAIynI_5nW1YFOT2ZU-GiPdF_t3Gb9ktHU3kn6vQEX3VzOajGV8TvzBECctKwPpwybxFic4jwEQiGRNW9zY3VIuOwwKNli8cqsHM1zRHwoSJELZ_b_O6Fy0s682ApRaBaT53meGkqRsE/s1600-h/103_3739.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeAIynI_5nW1YFOT2ZU-GiPdF_t3Gb9ktHU3kn6vQEX3VzOajGV8TvzBECctKwPpwybxFic4jwEQiGRNW9zY3VIuOwwKNli8cqsHM1zRHwoSJELZ_b_O6Fy0s682ApRaBaT53meGkqRsE/s400/103_3739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333231946334623938" /></a><br /><br /> A few months ago some friends of ours invited us to stay at a beach house with them in the Outer Banks. We love the beach, and we love our friends, so of course we were so excited to go. The Outer Banks is a strip of islands off the coast of NC. There is so much to see and do there, that even after 4 fun filled days, we still didn't get to everything we wanted to. We did, however get to see 3 of the NC lighthouses, which pretty much made the trip for me. My favorite, and the only one you could actually go in and climb to the top, was Cape Hatteras. It has been called "America's Lighthouse" because it is probably the most famous one in America. It was beautiful. Our wonderful friends watched our kids while Sam and I climbed the 268 steps to the top of the Nation's tallest lighthouse. The view was amazing! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO61RyUkwBA0T1mzrbdNw_dNXjY0CWVHY4CGeOqlXQiB7eLCUApvOLhRL2dlvSnwls3V4qTiLBHYRAWJrLS-o5BgC2ute66cUVZrKOuIvstp27dyCxvOmeRAD4qBKEDokYWLkRudfFdr4/s1600-h/103_3737.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO61RyUkwBA0T1mzrbdNw_dNXjY0CWVHY4CGeOqlXQiB7eLCUApvOLhRL2dlvSnwls3V4qTiLBHYRAWJrLS-o5BgC2ute66cUVZrKOuIvstp27dyCxvOmeRAD4qBKEDokYWLkRudfFdr4/s400/103_3737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333236638442837698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7ABpMhJNTNruRbssHvlAf_hpFZg4MsPNgeUXe_FW1deESVSIEUdQCNhSE6Q15DkkvcdD2MrAFFjNbHtWwfkNzqm3h2HfjSo0y7E_0e9ynH7Pu3wTQV1aXE9QYA_Q4guTGVx80X4wqFo/s1600-h/103_3736.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7ABpMhJNTNruRbssHvlAf_hpFZg4MsPNgeUXe_FW1deESVSIEUdQCNhSE6Q15DkkvcdD2MrAFFjNbHtWwfkNzqm3h2HfjSo0y7E_0e9ynH7Pu3wTQV1aXE9QYA_Q4guTGVx80X4wqFo/s400/103_3736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333236626778679010" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcpnYzogWsoNcvQy3G0JbfFPiUHd6Fg8ZTWNM4fHWJC_MSNPS7C0qpQ88XFI_NNPMLh81z3dxUcxgEzdEkbKkC-Iz_yFcNNrYJgs0oNA_k-oyc9b_owVxeW9fqDNQr45NjiRyVGLN14w/s1600-h/103_3734.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcpnYzogWsoNcvQy3G0JbfFPiUHd6Fg8ZTWNM4fHWJC_MSNPS7C0qpQ88XFI_NNPMLh81z3dxUcxgEzdEkbKkC-Iz_yFcNNrYJgs0oNA_k-oyc9b_owVxeW9fqDNQr45NjiRyVGLN14w/s400/103_3734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333233771233246610" /></a><br /> <br />We saw 2 other lighthouses on the same day, but the other 2 were not open for tours, so all you could do is take a picture. The Bodie Island light house was on the way to Cape Hatteras, so we stopped on the way home.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1y9mp8hxhAnslCRTxBFuXwzQNqtr-TQufWh9w5QLrhZ_EXfFSJmOAgtI-45SzBhfiACVeEepRBRgY0VVqgpwVUBDaFDFBg9zqg9bJ4U-GRaeJjd-5NnKFYRyY5sJHQ5vlcgQB_R1mm4/s1600-h/103_3756.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1y9mp8hxhAnslCRTxBFuXwzQNqtr-TQufWh9w5QLrhZ_EXfFSJmOAgtI-45SzBhfiACVeEepRBRgY0VVqgpwVUBDaFDFBg9zqg9bJ4U-GRaeJjd-5NnKFYRyY5sJHQ5vlcgQB_R1mm4/s400/103_3756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333233774429902914" /></a><br /><br />We found the Ocracoke Light house by surprise. You see we were duped into taking a 45 minute ferry ride out to the Ocracoke island because there was supposed to be a bunch of pirate things to do. Ocracoke is where the prirate Black Beard liked to hide his booty, and it's also where he was killed. Well, all we saw was a few pirate gift shops and a sign saying he was killed here, off shore. We did have a nice view of the lighthouse though, and we let the kids play on the boat dock for a few minutes before we had to ride the ferry back. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTI2ibmF5EjWlQX4w0Fr_Dd_mwuW9o1FY7K9bt5IdH27RlQYYkzlYdxibRC5vsHsNGEEvGio5c6kVP0L-ESQYiMOdbNQ2EOR2BcPEhZz9L0a3navg9gqnlOHo1ijjkuZs9s30c7l40Y/s1600-h/103_3744.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTI2ibmF5EjWlQX4w0Fr_Dd_mwuW9o1FY7K9bt5IdH27RlQYYkzlYdxibRC5vsHsNGEEvGio5c6kVP0L-ESQYiMOdbNQ2EOR2BcPEhZz9L0a3navg9gqnlOHo1ijjkuZs9s30c7l40Y/s400/103_3744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333233776975228642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8W1UHrXeeD6dRIO8l377DWRBsGiawB6OlIefMF8FL2__7BWH6bOCiIQigWOmy1FCtdaDXO-lWLjZPxb3U49rlQBhus_kMOnCYyAhGC8BBWL9MX_zkIOMqGYNBi3-jVIrqWUjmYTIRWk/s1600-h/103_3747.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8W1UHrXeeD6dRIO8l377DWRBsGiawB6OlIefMF8FL2__7BWH6bOCiIQigWOmy1FCtdaDXO-lWLjZPxb3U49rlQBhus_kMOnCYyAhGC8BBWL9MX_zkIOMqGYNBi3-jVIrqWUjmYTIRWk/s400/103_3747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333242733524501794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXhXBw703ZLlQuTrlw5Mt7mtWavl5la7O61JTbY4j90Mn_fsQiHDnAe7WZCYQ6XFjA7uXAXix5Xs9jsxxc4iQp76OVKIIEUspgCitYK6C_CLcIm2lgN8cHzf8tKake_7ekWPlK1EvjkA/s1600-h/103_3749.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXhXBw703ZLlQuTrlw5Mt7mtWavl5la7O61JTbY4j90Mn_fsQiHDnAe7WZCYQ6XFjA7uXAXix5Xs9jsxxc4iQp76OVKIIEUspgCitYK6C_CLcIm2lgN8cHzf8tKake_7ekWPlK1EvjkA/s400/103_3749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333242728045076274" /></a><br /><br />About 20 years before the English settled in Jamestown, VA, they tried to colonize an island off of NC called Ranoke. They left 115 men women and children, including the newborn baby Virginia Dare- the first english settler born in America, to settle a colony there. When they returned a few years later the whole colony had disappeared without a trace. Their disappearance remains a mystery today, although there are plenty of theories as to what happened to them. There is a museum there now with a lot of fun kid-friendly activities, and our boys had a blast playing there!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDP3ssIs1utKhA25EtDmnhg5S7LXCIL2tn0uOZg2WmKE7HL0p9sLgiePQUWhAB-6ObolYckJ22923vDAm5ngS_xftUtgB5bZ4KeOckytTQh8CuP2uexsdrRpFlqRlo2wcrFU64W-YzZas/s1600-h/103_3801.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDP3ssIs1utKhA25EtDmnhg5S7LXCIL2tn0uOZg2WmKE7HL0p9sLgiePQUWhAB-6ObolYckJ22923vDAm5ngS_xftUtgB5bZ4KeOckytTQh8CuP2uexsdrRpFlqRlo2wcrFU64W-YzZas/s400/103_3801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333256932532564162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hUfNUuMdDbJ-wg8WQaUtgcW3W3IneA7KgKacHYgXfLTtlp6980zMtT-dxq1LOczZnKL-6QY2QocauENldlGADZpYTaqFG3-N4dWvchFHHeqVuSu3IoA25Dv8RPFB7pOUVGwS9Y5XfWs/s1600-h/103_3795.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiWew4IHtNtbwB-alZFPKfhvy7TLuDR8LFV_viaxTeyxChzu5FVsKLEgEkAXIBcY1RpEZsSgSc0RWerNJg055s6q45F5RKrDUd3HeTFhoFgWzP3g9-10xWJUUPCyTiS3zPOPDj_WM6Vqs/s400/103_3767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333253281049020530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74lFHBTpoh1SlNVOt9JF9n_5YamthJvsqMiQ_Hm6ptaIkBDaApY5ys3m5hSENOA5AfGAqRaGicZ2qMWzmB-EjjRi3HmB0JjP_-OjSjsOxVk_rVNComB3vdEbbmapNixkAXBu2jed7SPE/s1600-h/103_3771.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74lFHBTpoh1SlNVOt9JF9n_5YamthJvsqMiQ_Hm6ptaIkBDaApY5ys3m5hSENOA5AfGAqRaGicZ2qMWzmB-EjjRi3HmB0JjP_-OjSjsOxVk_rVNComB3vdEbbmapNixkAXBu2jed7SPE/s400/103_3771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333253276144986754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1mPMqyWJP2pSQ7z-RVEY-yiqjGNZRDEKBhYohopwdduxh4aDc2p7CPiSjRpT1ZDEU9do69qGXjdy2PydFd8ZaJhFTFihjgp5jw6YMhhf7y5N1r4AANIt_9sQJiInwZfb4tOMFjyeqlk/s1600-h/103_3762.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1mPMqyWJP2pSQ7z-RVEY-yiqjGNZRDEKBhYohopwdduxh4aDc2p7CPiSjRpT1ZDEU9do69qGXjdy2PydFd8ZaJhFTFihjgp5jw6YMhhf7y5N1r4AANIt_9sQJiInwZfb4tOMFjyeqlk/s400/103_3762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333253274282738274" /></a><br /><br />And of course, what is a Beach Vacation without a little beach time?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4EmqMX7wHY7FPkpDO93xVsJspr1qShonLFOYLpiiw7RwmGfxYjwLt9CiQui8oEPRqWhyphenhyphengPs_nJdPeS7esVBoivVgF5IH6ZuZ7SXV-L7OyuY64A-lLpL19WrrKkLjPNPP5FlPCSoiGPac/s1600-h/103_3819.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4EmqMX7wHY7FPkpDO93xVsJspr1qShonLFOYLpiiw7RwmGfxYjwLt9CiQui8oEPRqWhyphenhyphengPs_nJdPeS7esVBoivVgF5IH6ZuZ7SXV-L7OyuY64A-lLpL19WrrKkLjPNPP5FlPCSoiGPac/s400/103_3819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333256946777723522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgFgmahoshZM1i6Ubb9Ki2cn1hfCFhtfFdBozz-s5DNzzbqyhZcmQXeJPcAYviVsqMTHtGbMDbQntUfh5SsE3IS6Ui4B9XtCTCBYjJhw3Q1juOqj8oFRs5r001r9UOEEPNd6t9rkdxY4/s1600-h/103_3810.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgFgmahoshZM1i6Ubb9Ki2cn1hfCFhtfFdBozz-s5DNzzbqyhZcmQXeJPcAYviVsqMTHtGbMDbQntUfh5SsE3IS6Ui4B9XtCTCBYjJhw3Q1juOqj8oFRs5r001r9UOEEPNd6t9rkdxY4/s400/103_3810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333256942512337874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdI6gb-aeketaMDQvXh3HqHVoak94hSbG1F1_BwrVU7JB-8T6p7c3xaWp8CI15Ym9Kbr4_xrlEePnf7WNl_565OuiZI747_42bBg7lRpiCF9J9gYfPOD7C_rIOxEMf7mXOLL78CVnfmM/s1600-h/103_3812.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdI6gb-aeketaMDQvXh3HqHVoak94hSbG1F1_BwrVU7JB-8T6p7c3xaWp8CI15Ym9Kbr4_xrlEePnf7WNl_565OuiZI747_42bBg7lRpiCF9J9gYfPOD7C_rIOxEMf7mXOLL78CVnfmM/s400/103_3812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333256937381050226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-USP1TzFRb5s71gwcYeqW1nfMu4XJEVLmFfiyahGaB9mIUY4C5FnzDuj2CCpFT2_hrJ8DEQNvaPnCBTeNrzpwdLTSMH8nX68hd0ayiAlnQJMa-44UIuORP1Teq7O9j6aeqRYjB12X8E/s1600-h/103_3816.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-USP1TzFRb5s71gwcYeqW1nfMu4XJEVLmFfiyahGaB9mIUY4C5FnzDuj2CCpFT2_hrJ8DEQNvaPnCBTeNrzpwdLTSMH8nX68hd0ayiAlnQJMa-44UIuORP1Teq7O9j6aeqRYjB12X8E/s400/103_3816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333256934179179698" /></a><br /><br />The last thing we went to see was the Wright Brothers museum in Kitty Hawk. It's located where the Wright Brothers made their first experimental flights. They have a big monument, a museum and big rocks marking the distance of each flight.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg35dxsuTERykKPjS5xigQ9yReOICga5iZzRC-qt1J_bg8KZdtyC4Xykl6jxDSA_65iy2CWmAbd7kAETaOYvD6wX1ZwAn3QzP2GXPigSdKnBg24fHac3ZcCRw91BBg14q0yzKsrdK6M49o/s1600-h/103_3834.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg35dxsuTERykKPjS5xigQ9yReOICga5iZzRC-qt1J_bg8KZdtyC4Xykl6jxDSA_65iy2CWmAbd7kAETaOYvD6wX1ZwAn3QzP2GXPigSdKnBg24fHac3ZcCRw91BBg14q0yzKsrdK6M49o/s400/103_3834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333261045449666338" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOaJyEgtZGe8vh_r-Q8MQpYoIRl2fumRLiQomq86bGBZPvVgPL1aYuLGXSxeQGwOYq04rTtXfy9gTt7jYkLeBTrFxqW1TVXSZZ1l-CLjV1PtuBdblPVCPIvy_z_aThaKOgKVuaUZkXxI/s1600-h/103_3830.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOaJyEgtZGe8vh_r-Q8MQpYoIRl2fumRLiQomq86bGBZPvVgPL1aYuLGXSxeQGwOYq04rTtXfy9gTt7jYkLeBTrFxqW1TVXSZZ1l-CLjV1PtuBdblPVCPIvy_z_aThaKOgKVuaUZkXxI/s400/103_3830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333261035263248482" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijSEqHGi5Gp78rFv9tTzrUiudpStOpVNi-Wdgn09clR-CpOjpo4XmOxUDqcUsk6ZrzHhRsUO13VDA6phLZ80kMyqPXzSGHXO3_A1DzVcIAFH6aFoW4l09WKJyc6iTxjeiI9yZ_VHaECkM/s1600-h/103_3826.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijSEqHGi5Gp78rFv9tTzrUiudpStOpVNi-Wdgn09clR-CpOjpo4XmOxUDqcUsk6ZrzHhRsUO13VDA6phLZ80kMyqPXzSGHXO3_A1DzVcIAFH6aFoW4l09WKJyc6iTxjeiI9yZ_VHaECkM/s400/103_3826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333261022660976722" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHibUwwsq0xyjaVeLo0ddKC4zOH7MxxVi81gZhfFxzbGcSvTz-WrI0Im4wxcz3TQg8OH7piAtNQUQ7X5BWHBDSGEeDfd2URia3sBiWwAy-mR7RW0zNcbAHiKycT1FjH8QSBtpkqmgG6QA/s1600-h/103_3828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHibUwwsq0xyjaVeLo0ddKC4zOH7MxxVi81gZhfFxzbGcSvTz-WrI0Im4wxcz3TQg8OH7piAtNQUQ7X5BWHBDSGEeDfd2URia3sBiWwAy-mR7RW0zNcbAHiKycT1FjH8QSBtpkqmgG6QA/s400/103_3828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333262371811992146" /></a>natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-45623623604602169092009-04-19T13:25:00.000-07:002009-04-19T13:41:00.132-07:00Easter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KQdJcTKCk-wvuhdEEMPgcG9Lo2GUbX0Br5P0CfjldnKZ-9FcLIGvufCXhiawtTPsISwUkW9xsiI7ih98gkQAzZ-Asr_RID-P4cbHULGg2IXWvorfzA53ThDiqNmExzZ-1cdgSZbj-3Y/s1600-h/103_3712.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KQdJcTKCk-wvuhdEEMPgcG9Lo2GUbX0Br5P0CfjldnKZ-9FcLIGvufCXhiawtTPsISwUkW9xsiI7ih98gkQAzZ-Asr_RID-P4cbHULGg2IXWvorfzA53ThDiqNmExzZ-1cdgSZbj-3Y/s400/103_3712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326505100366446610" /></a><br /><br />Here are just a few fun photos from our Easter festivities...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8B4giYHCNex37x9VwVh7Et_kAksHPYGK7EWYY1IEi_c38EJo-UzH3Mh7eAlFQjjUrGkIGt4bMyOm9HldDNSSe7awXHy0upYJ7rb22Z-4OIoDcbpvORGmfZN5YmqNL08x3-GwOS25Ncsk/s1600-h/103_3698.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8B4giYHCNex37x9VwVh7Et_kAksHPYGK7EWYY1IEi_c38EJo-UzH3Mh7eAlFQjjUrGkIGt4bMyOm9HldDNSSe7awXHy0upYJ7rb22Z-4OIoDcbpvORGmfZN5YmqNL08x3-GwOS25Ncsk/s400/103_3698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326503636181351618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2F4ch0ZyRTYigefaKLrXMPQqseZdKzPS3VJE9Tqm6JMCx_jL2tDbPcHO0LVrJ0Mp0SkTJY8-Py9B_gWxF14BM4Itnm1q-oMZhDPTUSg3IdJHeUUYTa_bF024AFEpbOQgY1WuTptanhE/s1600-h/103_3700.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2F4ch0ZyRTYigefaKLrXMPQqseZdKzPS3VJE9Tqm6JMCx_jL2tDbPcHO0LVrJ0Mp0SkTJY8-Py9B_gWxF14BM4Itnm1q-oMZhDPTUSg3IdJHeUUYTa_bF024AFEpbOQgY1WuTptanhE/s400/103_3700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326503636543835266" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRwt5GxrImzoJvYOMUuECTyU9Df_vFnYMrhbaI1EF2uy8xF8iMXF0Pa5iQVifIJ_L5RWEVBoMxugxmgxSoSp0rXJxZJOMRbjbuZ8JNYgDtHWo5bZ1_bKs-HHEAuLsQCuFvR26gZ5VRug/s1600-h/103_3701.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRwt5GxrImzoJvYOMUuECTyU9Df_vFnYMrhbaI1EF2uy8xF8iMXF0Pa5iQVifIJ_L5RWEVBoMxugxmgxSoSp0rXJxZJOMRbjbuZ8JNYgDtHWo5bZ1_bKs-HHEAuLsQCuFvR26gZ5VRug/s400/103_3701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326503640495925746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81roS9L0-2XZlK-7s3r3otLiEEl5UPguHnn4Dpx4FfzDmNiRL4T1NmgfUdDujyXluEXjWrU3EU9SioUOW5zgz6ZYJx8MK1PWul3gkIH4VV60Z9qAHkT1uV1OEZAC_2Pxb878HhQ_sFxw/s1600-h/103_3702.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81roS9L0-2XZlK-7s3r3otLiEEl5UPguHnn4Dpx4FfzDmNiRL4T1NmgfUdDujyXluEXjWrU3EU9SioUOW5zgz6ZYJx8MK1PWul3gkIH4VV60Z9qAHkT1uV1OEZAC_2Pxb878HhQ_sFxw/s400/103_3702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326503642829672626" /></a>natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-20299200665958082562009-04-17T16:59:00.000-07:002009-04-17T17:49:23.943-07:00Where is Joseph when I need him?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5AMLatJWvlRoyPpxkF9-Jg6gVz1QLkOdfcOEodK75iO5siX6pQYYpCGl-tK-ngKz06OUY48M8yDQilvUbjj4kfGoRyryOu-5HTfSdkF6QuZXpVMMz_E4Erv7fy_ztpDCHP6tPCLQXdH8/s1600-h/u19379558.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5AMLatJWvlRoyPpxkF9-Jg6gVz1QLkOdfcOEodK75iO5siX6pQYYpCGl-tK-ngKz06OUY48M8yDQilvUbjj4kfGoRyryOu-5HTfSdkF6QuZXpVMMz_E4Erv7fy_ztpDCHP6tPCLQXdH8/s400/u19379558.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325825016027895714" /></a><br />I need someone who can interpret dreams. I often times have strange dreams, sometimes they come true, which sounds wacky, but I'm serious. When I was in college I dreamt that my parents house burnt down because of a toaster fire, and while it was burning I found the whole family in my parents bedroom watching T.V. I told them the house was on fire and they all just sat there. I asked them if they were going to do anything about it, and they acted like they just didn't care. A few days later I was at home visiting, and I noticed the kitchen cupboard was burned. When I asked what happened, my dad said that while they were all in his room watching T.V., My very young niece went into the kitchen, and tried to make herself toast. Somehow the toaster lit on fire and she was too scared to tell anyone for fear of getting in trouble. When my dad smelt the smoke he went into the kitchen and saw her just standing there and the cupboard on fire. Luckily it didn't burn down the house, but it's scary how similar it was to my dream! <br /> The other night I had a really weird dream. I dreamt that Sam and I moved into a small house in Utah. Right after moving in Sam told me that the next door neighbors told him that the people who lived there before us used to let them use the front lawn to grow corn, and were wondering if we would allow the same. They also said that they would not clear the corn field after the harvest, that would be our job, and no, we did not get any of the corn. Sam told them it would be fine, but when he told me I was not ok with it. I did not want a bunch of corn in front of my house because it would look ridiculous! After a long argument, I went over to tell the neighbors that they could grow corn on our lawn only if they cleared the harvest, and we got at least a few ears of corn which I would even exchange for some of the peas I had growing in my garden. She refused my compromise, and I was the bad guy to all of them. And if that wasn't bad enough, I went into my back yard, and discovered that all of my pea plants had died. <br />Any takers on the interpretation?natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-70041713574371514392009-04-13T08:25:00.000-07:002009-04-13T09:41:07.279-07:00What do you do?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVqhuY6odx87Phz4H6GSnjaWLow3chOXQJzEsjtbXQdlFl8VbQ2DkyNKrvIPwrwABcqKdO8fnK5YWOoZPvB8MPKfyBlRerBbYhWym_1xd1wINmEBPPHYxeD3R5S9adCjVDJluGPUckd0/s1600-h/103_3706.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVqhuY6odx87Phz4H6GSnjaWLow3chOXQJzEsjtbXQdlFl8VbQ2DkyNKrvIPwrwABcqKdO8fnK5YWOoZPvB8MPKfyBlRerBbYhWym_1xd1wINmEBPPHYxeD3R5S9adCjVDJluGPUckd0/s400/103_3706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324199284789028530" /></a><br />What do you do when....<br /> You step out of the shower, only to discover that while you were in there, your kids climbed up to the high cupboard and pulled out the bag of fruit snack smiles, and ate ALL 13 SERVINGS, an hour before lunch, and are now going crazy from all the sugar? What do you do?<br /><br />Well, I did what any good parent would do. I sat them down and showed them how much sugar they ate, and how much they should eat in a day, then I fixed them an ultra healthy lunch full of foods they don't like and told them that the only way to counteract all the sugar in their bodies was to eat it. After that, I made them scrub walls to work off all their energy.natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-88102470680467923362009-04-04T17:44:00.000-07:002009-04-04T19:08:53.612-07:00Consider the Lillies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMEnObZbcoIMxwxiWFDq47zY7XuV8BSfY848UcvhAlDWCKHUnRijJD0vFO-zrbrPL19dT2DrAvwVivFMlfEtM6kTLNfI6bti8yjKLAb2h64sP0u33YmQAK0YcCGJEBzKZQ7QjVkHlD90/s1600-h/pdb_Toxicodendron_2003-07-12_1058056062176.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMEnObZbcoIMxwxiWFDq47zY7XuV8BSfY848UcvhAlDWCKHUnRijJD0vFO-zrbrPL19dT2DrAvwVivFMlfEtM6kTLNfI6bti8yjKLAb2h64sP0u33YmQAK0YcCGJEBzKZQ7QjVkHlD90/s400/pdb_Toxicodendron_2003-07-12_1058056062176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321023398466985410" /></a><br />Right before Christian was born I fell into an insane nesting phase unlike anything I experienced while pregnant with Nicholas. I think this is because before I had Nicholas I had no idea what to expect, I was busy on cloud 9, dreaming of how wonderful it would be to hold my sweet baby and be a mother. The second time around I knew what was coming and it scared me to death. The lack of sleep, the poop up the back, the feeding every other hour. That was all ok, but what really scared me was 2 things... that Nicholas had colic really bad, and my tailbone was broken while giving birth to him, which meant I was in constant pain for several months. I am surprised that I lived through all of that the first time, but I didn't think I could do it again, especially since I already had Nicholas to take care of. He was in the midst of the 'terrible twos', and he was a wild one with major tantrums. I was terrified of what was coming, and to make matters worse, it didn't look like I was going to have any family members able to come help me, and I was due right before Sam's finals in school, so I would have to do it all alone. In my panic I tried to prepare in anyway I could. I stocked my house with anything I thought I would need for the next 6 months. I filled my freezer with frozen dinners. I bought several packs of diapers. I washed and organized everything. A few weeks before I was due, I finally hit my breaking point. I was stressed to the max in anticipation of what was coming. I broke down and cried late one night after Sam had gone to bed, for probably and hour. I felt impressed to pray, but I didn't want to. I wanted to feel bad for myself. I cried for a while longer and then finally decided to pray. Afterwards I felt calm, and finally went to sleep. The next day as I was reading my scriptures, I came upon 3 Nephi chapter 13, where Christ is telling the 12 to take no thought for temporal things because the Father knows what they are in need of. He says to consider the lilies of the field...<br /><br />28: And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin;<br />29:And yet Solomon in all his glory was not so arrayed like one of these.<br />30:Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, even so will he clothe you, if ye are not of little faith.<br />31: Therefore take no thought, saying What shall we eat? or, what shall we drink? or, wherewithal shall we be clothed? <br />32: For your Heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.<br />33: But seek ye first the kingdom of god and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.<br />34:Take therefore no thought for the morrow, for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself.<br /><br />When I read this I thought of the "Surprise Lilies" in Illinois where I served my mission. They were the strangest things. You don't have to plant them, they just pop up one one day in the spring, in very random places, and bloom for only a few short weeks. If He cares about the lilies of the field, how much more does He care about us, His children? He loves us, and will always take care of us.<br />That is when I knew everything was going to be ok, and it all was. I had a perfect labor complete with no broken tailbone, Christian was an angel baby who slept all the time, and my Dad was able to fly out and help me take care of Nicholas the first few weeks.<br />I'm so glad the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sang "Consider the lilies of the field" in General Conference today. It is a beautiful song, and it will always remind me of that tender time when my Heavenly Father told me how much he really does care about me.natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-67033026855388775792009-03-25T19:28:00.000-07:002009-03-25T19:35:23.868-07:00When I grow up...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv7Ukm2jlr9Q9RHHv4-wgVz7RSUXiOIDpSucnk6Z1uthyphenhyphen3v3nfD5m0pvIwf1z5yuGfy8-GICRIjvuWHyEJnMZ46c8Zb6qoOhG3HoUVoFTPeH52FVwDj8bazM17tnNqpS-N0x5cI0tDuQ4/s1600-h/103_3678.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv7Ukm2jlr9Q9RHHv4-wgVz7RSUXiOIDpSucnk6Z1uthyphenhyphen3v3nfD5m0pvIwf1z5yuGfy8-GICRIjvuWHyEJnMZ46c8Zb6qoOhG3HoUVoFTPeH52FVwDj8bazM17tnNqpS-N0x5cI0tDuQ4/s400/103_3678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317318915887007026" /></a><br />"When I get big, I'm going to buy all the toys I want, and then I'll shrink so I can play with them!"-Nicholasnatalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-44100851141573777282009-03-22T13:34:00.000-07:002009-03-22T16:21:22.919-07:00A good spot.I remember as a kid, watching my Dad go out in the freezing weather with a ladder, climb the peach tree, and string it full of Christmas lights, and turn them on. It wasn't Christmas, and even if it was, the tree was in the backyard, so no one would ever see the lights anyway. When we asked him why he was doing it he said that he didn't want his peach buds to freeze. I remember in his garden he had tomato plants, and early in the spring he would go out, and put these ridiculous water tepees on them so that they wouldn't freeze too. I remember often times finding him out in his garden caring for it. Sometimes I thought he was a little bit crazy because he obsessed about it so much. I also remember though as a kid getting to go out and enjoy the fruits of his labors. We would go out to the garden and each get to pick a strawberry, some boysenberries, a peach, or a cherry tomato, and we would sit outside and eat it together. As we grew up, my Dad passed this tradition on to his grandkids. After being in North Carolina for a few years our first summer trip back home was when Nicholas was almost 3. He went out with Grandpa to pick some grapes and cherry tomatoes. This was AMAZING! To find out that some of his favorite things actually grew in Grandpa's backyard, and he could pick some anytime he wanted, was a dream come true. My dad has a little child sized bench in his backyard, where they would sit and eat them. Nicholas named it the "Good Spot". Anytime they would pick something from the garden he would say "Come on grandpa! Let's sit in a 'good spot'", and they would sit down and enjoy each others company, and eat some fruit. This became such a beloved tradition, that whenever we sit down together to enjoy a treat, he says "Let's sit in a good spot!" Of course the next summer Christian was old enough to enjoy the 'good spot', and he too often refers to it. This spring I got a hankering to grow a garden of my own. This would prove difficult since I live in a townhouse. There were a few places where I thought it might work, but when I watched the sun, the spots didn't get enough sunlight to grow anything. This was discouraging. Then one day when I was at Sam's club, I saw some blueberry bushes for sale. Sam and I have LOVED blueberry picking out at the U-Pick farm, and often talked about owning our own bushes someday. Then I remembered that our neighbors had a blueberry bush in a pot. For the next few days I kept thinking about what fun it would be to have our own blueberry bushes, and maybe we could plant a small container garden too. Finally we decided to do it. When I told Nicholas we were going to plant a garden, he was so excited that he went right outside and started digging! That night I asked the boys what they wanted to plant in the garden. Nicholas immediately shouted "Tomatoes!". Christian shouted "Pants!". Pants? We told him it had to be a food. Again he said pants. I guess you can't blame the kid, every pair he owns has a hole in each knee! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhm9jd98_ir5qGbdijPYCJM_srnJRpCdqEw3AODaANLBtI5XeAiN-eqFTYjB6bF4SP4gme3A879fu10z1suhfjNSfL-CXqfIVDoHYHF5UyBADVEDUbRglVga6DOIS9EausSr1_yZO4GQ/s1600-h/103_3686.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhm9jd98_ir5qGbdijPYCJM_srnJRpCdqEw3AODaANLBtI5XeAiN-eqFTYjB6bF4SP4gme3A879fu10z1suhfjNSfL-CXqfIVDoHYHF5UyBADVEDUbRglVga6DOIS9EausSr1_yZO4GQ/s400/103_3686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316150396891250354" /></a> We went out and bought all the supplies, seeds and plants and got stared. Nicholas insisted we grow a watermelon, which I don't think you can do in a container, but just to appease him, we bought a pack of seeds, and will plant some in the ground, and see what happens.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh83lUulyufU6mwaYz02krUhYPEHmuLl2IthQR9LZwpV3rMvauU_NwI9Svelt05OFptG3VZ-GKpE9fd9jhmDSPFR2OPoYxvP_3y9l3Dul45KUBwlL84so9011aNzQTSKZlK3YLj53P07pk/s1600-h/103_3690.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh83lUulyufU6mwaYz02krUhYPEHmuLl2IthQR9LZwpV3rMvauU_NwI9Svelt05OFptG3VZ-GKpE9fd9jhmDSPFR2OPoYxvP_3y9l3Dul45KUBwlL84so9011aNzQTSKZlK3YLj53P07pk/s400/103_3690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316150389597595778" /></a> My blueberry bushes came in a pack of 4 , and I had to plant them in the pots which was a learning experience, but I got some help from my neighbor who also has a potted blueberry bush, and I'm really excited to see them grow, and hope that they survive long enough to make blueberries (It takes 3 years before you get blueberries)! So, this being my first container garden, if anyone has any advice, I'd love to hear it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJd4XW332EuM5JgJZld1bteF2c5izN2jhc8AI_EJqNUfefBYzG3LnUxy-22ki8C4ja1ESdQ0eAQr0ENTpALEIME9F193CcKwn-myJAYSwK9Oh_eie0pEi2LofpSwiRgDKIQsXWojv9PQ/s1600-h/103_3689.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJd4XW332EuM5JgJZld1bteF2c5izN2jhc8AI_EJqNUfefBYzG3LnUxy-22ki8C4ja1ESdQ0eAQr0ENTpALEIME9F193CcKwn-myJAYSwK9Oh_eie0pEi2LofpSwiRgDKIQsXWojv9PQ/s400/103_3689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316150370061890786" /></a>natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-64132101815617517662009-02-09T17:01:00.000-08:002009-02-09T18:06:02.299-08:00A Day of Firsts...The last time I took my boys to the mall to get their pictures taken it was a NIGHTMARE! I'm not kidding. Imagine with me 2 hours of rowdy boys running circles around the studio, and every time the photographer would get them in a pose they would run away before she could take the shot, or one would push the other one off the bench. Finally we came away with this shot. It's cute huh?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXH5a9yznoA030zPhSb7fF3kxeyT2uH4LnYXAPBrfK2eXobzTIziohZ5AcL1_lpoOxlRLTX_cgxffWCWB3Add7HelOv5lqvSEE-WecZzGKPl-QhRm1pdNMvyTBXx-wc7YvEtAKLBDKos8/s1600-h/Halloween+2008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXH5a9yznoA030zPhSb7fF3kxeyT2uH4LnYXAPBrfK2eXobzTIziohZ5AcL1_lpoOxlRLTX_cgxffWCWB3Add7HelOv5lqvSEE-WecZzGKPl-QhRm1pdNMvyTBXx-wc7YvEtAKLBDKos8/s400/Halloween+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300969108918236642" /></a><br />Do you want to know why Christian looks so happy? Because he is standing on Nicholas, and Nicholas is saying "Owe! Owe! Owe!". Why are Children cutest when they are being naughty? <br /> <br />After that experience I was not looking forward to taking them to the mall today for Valentines pictures, but I had a good coupon, so I was willing to try. I did everything I could to prepare for the event. I stuffed my purse full of fruit snacks for bribes, I drilled them on what they were going to do..."Stand where the lady tells you to", "Don't move", "Smile nice like this", "If Christian gets up to run you stay put", "Don't go behind the curtain!" If they behaved then we would go to Barnes and Noble after to play at the train table. This time around it was a whole different story. They actually behaved (for the most part)! We got several good shots and were done in 20 minutes! Yes, you read that right, 20 minutes. A record! We did have to pull out the fruit snacks, and sill had a few pushes and escapes, but the photographer bribed them with a balloon when they were done, and that really worked well.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1yRL9B7Gk1_EdjxlyebUybdoEHNBx2FJgd978TLUDbioyJxPmcsoQ9gOeDtjk_j8RnEqA1tr2vCGo3URer2B0CbGDyZZIzj_Urh0DCC9nzTdRMaD-V_-YxbzEJbNcCE6STJdHIS8_kvo/s1600-h/sc0079f20c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1yRL9B7Gk1_EdjxlyebUybdoEHNBx2FJgd978TLUDbioyJxPmcsoQ9gOeDtjk_j8RnEqA1tr2vCGo3URer2B0CbGDyZZIzj_Urh0DCC9nzTdRMaD-V_-YxbzEJbNcCE6STJdHIS8_kvo/s400/sc0079f20c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300975165319227250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7iiqwxpaQKU1eVTd_4HmyoPoQCNwcALyVH3prhm-sQRIJXstmnf-Rc_7Y1_VKlWnx6GDGnrphWP7CuqJumUL4bw7OZieGHn9MBbWrkteCDsO9bF28vEGAvclMoOeP_tUPGp9Fz365-SE/s1600-h/valentines.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7iiqwxpaQKU1eVTd_4HmyoPoQCNwcALyVH3prhm-sQRIJXstmnf-Rc_7Y1_VKlWnx6GDGnrphWP7CuqJumUL4bw7OZieGHn9MBbWrkteCDsO9bF28vEGAvclMoOeP_tUPGp9Fz365-SE/s400/valentines.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300975159924395634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZeeZThavBkZKbccf9HFrIaT1IbibpV5Xmb-_-QSh3OV4TPZpOl0t7duDmXDMFTbEJNbSx6jcabYCU8SRUKElysHOvd5QY4kroibCXZmOhpCKJalbFXttrwhw0fYDbca-GBKClB9vlXw/s1600-h/Nick+and+Christian+2009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZeeZThavBkZKbccf9HFrIaT1IbibpV5Xmb-_-QSh3OV4TPZpOl0t7duDmXDMFTbEJNbSx6jcabYCU8SRUKElysHOvd5QY4kroibCXZmOhpCKJalbFXttrwhw0fYDbca-GBKClB9vlXw/s400/Nick+and+Christian+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300975161580342658" /></a><br /><br />Feeling incredibly successful we headed to the See's Chocolate booth to get the boys a sucker treat and then to Barnes and Noble. I couldn't help but be amazed by the fact that I was actually enjoying our trip to the mall. I never enjoy the mall with my boys! As I watched the boys play with the trains I just tried to enjoy the moment. There was one other kid playing too, a cute 1 year old who could barely walk. After a few minutes Nicholas decided he wanted to look at a few books. He brought one to me and just as I started to look at it I heard the little boy start to scream. I looked up and Christian was saying "My trains!" I looked down and there on the cute little boys arm was a full on deep bite mark left by Christian! The kind that leaves bruises on Nicholas for weeks. The poor boy was inconsolable. I felt terrible! I apologized to his dad over and over, and made Christian say sorry too. We immediately packed up and went home. So much for an enjoyable trip to the mall!<br /><br />Later today Nicholas and I were in the back yard playing with his friends. Suddenly Nicholas got the idea that he wanted to ride Johnny's bike. It doesn't have training wheels on it, and Nicholas has never ridden without training wheels before. I decided why not give it a try. The first few times I let go he fell almost right away, but after about 10 minutes of trying he was riding all over the place! I couldn't believe it! We tried to get it on video, but it didn't work very well. I was so proud of him!<br /><br />Tonight for family home evening we made Valentines for the boys friends and for Nick's class at school. I have to say we got the easiest valentines ever! I found them at Sam's club. A big box of heart shaped fruit snacks. Each pack had a place to write "To" and "From" with a sharpe marker so it wouldn't rub off. It was great! I had all of them labeled in 5 minutes. As I was labeling them Nicholas came over and started picking up each one and reading the names on them! He was actually reading them! I had no idea he could do that! I was shocked and so proud! <br /><br />What a crazy day!natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-64118190939814064372009-01-27T16:00:00.000-08:002009-01-27T16:16:25.729-08:00Thoughts from the world of NicholasSam-"Natalie why are you making cookies? It's 11:30, just make lunch."<br />Me-"Oh, that's true. Nick what do you want for lunch?"<br />Nicholas-"Oh mom, Daddy doesn't know what he's talking about. We need to make cookies!"<br /><br /><br />Nicholas and I went to tour an Elementary School today to see if we want him to go there for kindergarten next year. While sitting in the office waiting to meet with the principle, Nicholas noticed 2 older boys waiting to talk to the secretary. He looked up at the first with big eyes and said "Wow! Your a big kid!", eyes even wider... "Do you run FAST?" The kid looked at him weird and the quietly said "yes". Nick then looked at the next boy and said "You're a big kid too! Do you run fast?" Another weird look with a quiet "yes". Nicholas loved the idea of going to school with big kids who could run FAST!natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-22398310204985297012009-01-20T16:21:00.000-08:002009-01-20T17:08:30.394-08:00Guess What!!!???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio8v7JsslpGco5cvutMpH8-CQZ5U4dY0D6qDR01Jg0iC2T4BO1EUGsHCfCN2Ra1ojG9AH6N1dGT8VhCPJeYkk69_gN1rjE584Ef0x_YiPuu5D6UFsTY_eILGskPtAInLTIsgFKug-aauY/s1600-h/100_3647.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio8v7JsslpGco5cvutMpH8-CQZ5U4dY0D6qDR01Jg0iC2T4BO1EUGsHCfCN2Ra1ojG9AH6N1dGT8VhCPJeYkk69_gN1rjE584Ef0x_YiPuu5D6UFsTY_eILGskPtAInLTIsgFKug-aauY/s400/100_3647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293545379551862898" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SRH6i8CUP1T3SKiiWDdMyxGokSFUjjlkullVOaIhk1fGByox9GdTXUVc2AEI8VBrWGZhRX_nfq07NSk5094-ocrZRbaGlTqcyvrRFxazC_1C5NWwZ2i68MivM5E-vzy6c9US88IBhL8/s1600-h/100_3645.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SRH6i8CUP1T3SKiiWDdMyxGokSFUjjlkullVOaIhk1fGByox9GdTXUVc2AEI8VBrWGZhRX_nfq07NSk5094-ocrZRbaGlTqcyvrRFxazC_1C5NWwZ2i68MivM5E-vzy6c9US88IBhL8/s400/100_3645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293545369916085650" /></a><br />IT SNOWED TODAY!!!!!!!!! When I opened the window this morning, I saw a very unusual sight. A blanket of white snow covering everything! My boys were ecstatic! "Yea!!!! Mom Can we go outside and build a snowman with a carrot and throw snowballs and go ice skating?" It only snows here once or twice a year. Most of the time when it does, it melts as soon as it hits the ground. This is great because I think snow is fun for a day to play in, but I otherwise hate living with it. However it is a problem for the people who have lived here all their lives because they have no idea how to drive in the snow. Even though there wasn't more than an inch or two of snow on the road, there were 24 accidents in Durham before 10 am this morning. Since this is the case, they just shut everything down so that no one has to drive in it. That's right school was canceled today for the snow, and it's canceled for tomorrow because the snow didn't melt all the way yet. Being from Utah this is insane because we could have a foot of snow on the road and still have to go to school. But in a small way I was glad that school was canceled because I got to go out and play in the snow with my boys. We put on as many layers as we could since my boys don't really have snow clothes, and went out to play with all the neighbor kids. They had a blast throwing snow, making snow angels, pretending to ice skate by sliding their feet, and for some odd reason they really loved wiping the snow off of all the cars, all the while Nicholas was grinning from ear to ear saying "This is sooo fun!". My favorite though was that they tried to play like they normally do outside, you know riding bikes and scooters, which didn't work very well. After about an hour when my boys feet finally started to freeze (all they have is canvas shoes which got wet pretty quick!) we went in to warm up with a nice cup of hot chocolate and plenty of mini marshmallows. It was a great morning!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDcVqsnKew2isgZoXy__1e5yrPLtPQgZEBSJqbnrma9bCjj5C_CZVCJsFJ3LpkBPh_uhn_A4QMSNkmX6TaSBfZh_DnNk9y8i8ufC92iRMMOLHo7ERbll072luTmLqNov1enQr5TFsxLqQ/s1600-h/100_3646.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDcVqsnKew2isgZoXy__1e5yrPLtPQgZEBSJqbnrma9bCjj5C_CZVCJsFJ3LpkBPh_uhn_A4QMSNkmX6TaSBfZh_DnNk9y8i8ufC92iRMMOLHo7ERbll072luTmLqNov1enQr5TFsxLqQ/s400/100_3646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293545375014954850" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqXDtKZdnmj6lUC24z5SEVR6J74TcemLrKx4QX6dTF0KLiwasDg_m120UZR5pXmp8MUBCrI6iZPCJdpBei5BxzyuYvavoHGtWppIk6iffdRP5f1uhMaomGc5mc4EBrjZuvdTkF3KIZ40/s1600-h/100_3648.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqXDtKZdnmj6lUC24z5SEVR6J74TcemLrKx4QX6dTF0KLiwasDg_m120UZR5pXmp8MUBCrI6iZPCJdpBei5BxzyuYvavoHGtWppIk6iffdRP5f1uhMaomGc5mc4EBrjZuvdTkF3KIZ40/s400/100_3648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293545378101556434" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14YIJgdkmqX4NOpmQONm-TzH6m1y4YsygxfwKs5mSJ9GVtObBfIPJ319NhGahQsBUrveCxWDPlKh0yf7pbe945932eTFre8W54r2ALC2Q6wPBgC4XFxsaxljLXIMpT7HwkwON0eSqPjQ/s1600-h/100_3650.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14YIJgdkmqX4NOpmQONm-TzH6m1y4YsygxfwKs5mSJ9GVtObBfIPJ319NhGahQsBUrveCxWDPlKh0yf7pbe945932eTFre8W54r2ALC2Q6wPBgC4XFxsaxljLXIMpT7HwkwON0eSqPjQ/s400/100_3650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293545383573811218" /></a>natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-44995958533074412152009-01-16T16:49:00.000-08:002009-01-16T17:04:45.031-08:00My little princesses!I always wanted a baby girl. There is just something so fun about trying on jewelry and fluffy dresses, putting on make up, painting nails and playing with dolls. Since I only have boys, I was starting to think that this was something I wouldn't get to do with my kids. Boy was I wrong! We went to our neighbor's little girls birthday party last week, she was turning 2 and she got a bunch of princess dresses for her birthday. After she opened them her mom put one on her, and since there was only one other girl there she asked if she wanted to wear a dress too. When Christian saw the 2 girls all dressed up pretty, he shyly came to me and quietly said "I want pretty dress too!" In his innocent little 2 year old mind he had no idea why he wasn't asked if he wanted to wear a princess dress. I told him to go ask Brooke if he could try one on, so he boldly walked up and shouted "Brooke!!! I want to try!" Of course she had no idea what he wanted so I told her that he wanted to try on a dress too. When they put a skirt on him, he proudly walked around and showed it off! Since Christian was man enough to try one on, this opened the flood gates for all the other boys there! Before you knew it we had every kid all dressed up and twirling in the pretty princess dresses! They had so much fun! It's too bad they will probably kill me for sharing this 10 years from now!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWY-r9Y0tZiXS1xLpEFDZ1gSXTZIZIgrR4RwiXxiPMHrQLcAo7JNI5EFLFVjMvaoIkGmGJvlqtFgfCNZ164twu-BmXNVc5ibCQyZvYJZ2bypyuaB0ujj_8hN7iVwvdcaNqNUcnNJRDkhs/s1600-h/IMG_0776.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWY-r9Y0tZiXS1xLpEFDZ1gSXTZIZIgrR4RwiXxiPMHrQLcAo7JNI5EFLFVjMvaoIkGmGJvlqtFgfCNZ164twu-BmXNVc5ibCQyZvYJZ2bypyuaB0ujj_8hN7iVwvdcaNqNUcnNJRDkhs/s400/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292061879433972258" /></a><br />Nick with his best friend Johnny at the party. Aren't they so pretty?natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-74501303768688657112009-01-16T16:31:00.000-08:002009-01-16T16:45:51.386-08:00Heaven help me! I'm a grandma at 28!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9lKxsANNggPeraNcwlKDN-SBawv_lccXelKySi4Lm_aMkYMgKqzCq9RKdDe0wBAcFJlt6Q2yR_GKBFHDBkV2YLnkDYQb9TBsU08tJnBTOzorva1bEKaJKU_NSXnFSQvQJ5enc4LxPvVA/s1600-h/100_3626.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9lKxsANNggPeraNcwlKDN-SBawv_lccXelKySi4Lm_aMkYMgKqzCq9RKdDe0wBAcFJlt6Q2yR_GKBFHDBkV2YLnkDYQb9TBsU08tJnBTOzorva1bEKaJKU_NSXnFSQvQJ5enc4LxPvVA/s400/100_3626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292056205442523058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVIQqEfAcSnib21U3loMDy21CXXV75QGaquW34nsb9sC2ValkSRCMO4wKsexVDhY-PCDAxDayIbYZrQSQ9WGybquplXGHVGvE0-3414uqBkvM59RnOD720HhIR1hVxmqe9EuvR4m8IIVw/s1600-h/100_3625.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVIQqEfAcSnib21U3loMDy21CXXV75QGaquW34nsb9sC2ValkSRCMO4wKsexVDhY-PCDAxDayIbYZrQSQ9WGybquplXGHVGvE0-3414uqBkvM59RnOD720HhIR1hVxmqe9EuvR4m8IIVw/s400/100_3625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292056200379066242" /></a><br />My neighbor had a baby a few weeks ago. A few days later, I walked into my boys room to discover that they had balls stuffed up their shirts. Nick looked at me and said "Look mom! I have a baby in my tummy!" Then he dropped the ball, and grinned as he said "Now look! My baby came out!" for an hour we played taking them to the hospital, I was the doctor who got the babies out, and then we wrapped the balls up in blankets, and we admired their pretty baby girls. Yes, they both had girls, which surprisingly was their idea! I figure if they are going to make me a grandma when I'm only 28, at least I finally got some girls!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSeMr3XhXuZSELqggWnG77E0L6-AxWxwO7dzWWjuKQmIlcPq3ULi_IGq8ce-bIR3QUfL-y0PPt7XSDLTPF6fkqttu7K1TozWPAE4sWPi9fQxLubKjXA7Yc5WfolVoJuaOy0inDwcSRMpI/s1600-h/100_3628.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSeMr3XhXuZSELqggWnG77E0L6-AxWxwO7dzWWjuKQmIlcPq3ULi_IGq8ce-bIR3QUfL-y0PPt7XSDLTPF6fkqttu7K1TozWPAE4sWPi9fQxLubKjXA7Yc5WfolVoJuaOy0inDwcSRMpI/s400/100_3628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292056209065466578" /></a><br />The proud Daddies!natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-2203915970282924892009-01-01T15:55:00.000-08:002009-01-01T16:14:45.973-08:00Have you ever had one of those days...When every time you turn around your kids are destroying something...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitEYav7VVrozfeXxV13xISdVsDPLxmXkvJpxHtVEbAIzmV0-h_kJA0Lj2HgZbNKfy9cWEsN5b8hkgGJerS_VYRJjxHT6HCSQtXr3_xqwBLmufGv7QDnxoqclEWQOTKADzMXxsoSiOyy8o/s1600-h/100_3624.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitEYav7VVrozfeXxV13xISdVsDPLxmXkvJpxHtVEbAIzmV0-h_kJA0Lj2HgZbNKfy9cWEsN5b8hkgGJerS_VYRJjxHT6HCSQtXr3_xqwBLmufGv7QDnxoqclEWQOTKADzMXxsoSiOyy8o/s400/100_3624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286479375546888466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVub9orC0ivM9WqQq03nZv3lyHHHMm9vnuu-bN4Y4PhuWxDlbR3FP9A_BlI078Ey5wlIorFpseiXQE26RqLaofd1n4JcH7B9cbnQ9n661YVnuwWB9zFke7VZLaOE0olgNqxdgVPWZ_x-g/s1600-h/100_3622.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVub9orC0ivM9WqQq03nZv3lyHHHMm9vnuu-bN4Y4PhuWxDlbR3FP9A_BlI078Ey5wlIorFpseiXQE26RqLaofd1n4JcH7B9cbnQ9n661YVnuwWB9zFke7VZLaOE0olgNqxdgVPWZ_x-g/s400/100_3622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286479374532665346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7kdhNhI-tssk6PWuvJMHhdlSgEkaKZz08MprauNv8F2UkOBb4uKnNySioKFlE8thyphenhyphento4sM0Q-MUGLTSziVV9ksGVXIetOtOEN37iEeYRmk8Ty9JXFnewB-kUqElP7NWuNT5m2nDVevg/s1600-h/100_3621.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7kdhNhI-tssk6PWuvJMHhdlSgEkaKZz08MprauNv8F2UkOBb4uKnNySioKFlE8thyphenhyphento4sM0Q-MUGLTSziVV9ksGVXIetOtOEN37iEeYRmk8Ty9JXFnewB-kUqElP7NWuNT5m2nDVevg/s400/100_3621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286479367618320082" /></a><br /><br />And then you sit down to lunch with them and see their chocolate milk mustaches and can't help but love them anyway?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj40aiS8iQcq_8NfHJbrmbWp9170Y_PxiQ9WP9vAp43Eg7l6PtfAbxwrfFsjry3U03GIOizPbZrlyfzUQwgh2KyO8kFSTng04EyR6bhc72W5YlMyCgH0yi9ZKFg8it42MwPP0PRKhbcYg/s1600-h/100_3623.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj40aiS8iQcq_8NfHJbrmbWp9170Y_PxiQ9WP9vAp43Eg7l6PtfAbxwrfFsjry3U03GIOizPbZrlyfzUQwgh2KyO8kFSTng04EyR6bhc72W5YlMyCgH0yi9ZKFg8it42MwPP0PRKhbcYg/s400/100_3623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286482719034689650" /></a>natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-86204448542067830822008-12-28T17:01:00.000-08:002008-12-28T17:33:54.137-08:00Santa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpmAl4puHSo_Fb8foMPeFaXbqXEwZyQTo0-jFjWaii-dBDrtKpAuxgK1EAA7GcqvgiIaE2MA2wH_1iJaKOJp5fx2Cysg6QX7ksRdUpAZp6wOIP7_YvW0ebmzLjUZ1b4Tr-Zpx11GncTKw/s1600-h/sc00070d89.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpmAl4puHSo_Fb8foMPeFaXbqXEwZyQTo0-jFjWaii-dBDrtKpAuxgK1EAA7GcqvgiIaE2MA2wH_1iJaKOJp5fx2Cysg6QX7ksRdUpAZp6wOIP7_YvW0ebmzLjUZ1b4Tr-Zpx11GncTKw/s400/sc00070d89.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285011338738337906" /></a><br /><br />A few days before Christmas we took the boys to the mall to see santa. It went surprisingly well. Last year Neither of them wanted to talk to him, and Christian screamed the whole time. This year Nicholas gladly told Santa that he wanted a Hot wheels race track set, and a play kitchen with food. Christian was shy as always but he did manage to squeak out a request for a train without looking a Santa the whole time he sat on his lap. They got what they asked for, and they were so excited!<br /><embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-6562398000445839734&hl=en&fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"> </embed><br /><br />In fact Christian didn't want anything else. We tried to give him another present to open, and he absolutely refused it. He thought he had to trade his train set for the other presents, and there was no way he was going to do that! It was probably 1/2 an hour before we could talk him into opening any more presents, but I think he was glad when he finally did!<br /><br /><embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=5282087586596436951&hl=en&fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"> </embed><br /><br />Nicholas was happy to see that the hot wheels race track he got attached to his trick-tracks sets for even more fun!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxqZ8CX5oPLmOOxYMjTWhfrq_uPSJqaHoa7xcYZCEjklUWnsdRIT9c_o-1WHJXt1Jk-9AYWudnx0tbpHPnnW2jt59dM4dfxEk4XPP_EKawqDO_M039rkRKTSaJ3g757b6vsSg2AJqnLYc/s1600-h/100_3615.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxqZ8CX5oPLmOOxYMjTWhfrq_uPSJqaHoa7xcYZCEjklUWnsdRIT9c_o-1WHJXt1Jk-9AYWudnx0tbpHPnnW2jt59dM4dfxEk4XPP_EKawqDO_M039rkRKTSaJ3g757b6vsSg2AJqnLYc/s400/100_3615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285018452799033602" /></a><br /><br /><br />They both really love the play kitchen they got from Santa too. They have been cooking up all kinds of good food for us to eat. Yesterday morning I woke up to Nicholas with a plate full of pretend french fries. "Here mommy! I made you a wonderful breakfast, eat it up!"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwE_hR8cFC8bOdW3-0gNN_t4F_3oKvDTAxV5hTtq9E7wnocr2pboFlQsM0hAC5RjKIfrsHJMZ351bEIUwDq2Maor4Hbkub8gPIyO3MERewtgp1pgoUUVLp_p3hp8uEHpQLpWeaxH8SvdU/s1600-h/100_3620.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwE_hR8cFC8bOdW3-0gNN_t4F_3oKvDTAxV5hTtq9E7wnocr2pboFlQsM0hAC5RjKIfrsHJMZ351bEIUwDq2Maor4Hbkub8gPIyO3MERewtgp1pgoUUVLp_p3hp8uEHpQLpWeaxH8SvdU/s400/100_3620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285017482863809906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvuRD8otBVincStbAFUoElIQObg1OOE2U_JFiiw4u97_RkLxjGUms83WvbnHPNJRvRKSapsVm-m_Mq6brRfTpqyMteYum0alPpsnDkTtrLif_c8jsk_nIppc2MSVXcuY3PgP80WhEVxpk/s1600-h/100_3617.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvuRD8otBVincStbAFUoElIQObg1OOE2U_JFiiw4u97_RkLxjGUms83WvbnHPNJRvRKSapsVm-m_Mq6brRfTpqyMteYum0alPpsnDkTtrLif_c8jsk_nIppc2MSVXcuY3PgP80WhEVxpk/s400/100_3617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285017483109215858" /></a>natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-8513196582976198282008-12-16T16:11:00.000-08:002008-12-16T16:45:22.415-08:00"Should I call the doctor?"I went on a field trip with Nicholas and his preschool class. The whole time Nicholas kept pushing on his crotch. I asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom. He said that he didn't, but he kept pushing. Then he started adjusting his underwear. I asked him if it itched down there. He said "No, it hurts." "It hurts? Are you sure it doesn't itch?" "No, It hurts." Hmmmm. What could make it hurt down there? He continued to push throughout the morning and afternoon. Later we were outside playing with my neighbor who also has a little boy. I asked he what she thought it might be. I wondered if boys could get a bladder infection? She said they could, but it's rare. I told Nicholas that if it didn't stop bothering him, then we might have to take him to the doctor. When it was nap time I told Nicholas to go use the bathroom before he went to bed. A minute later I heard him in the bathroom shouting "Hey Mom, come look! I got it out! Now I don't have to go to the doctor!" I hurried into the bathroom very curious about what "It" was. I walked in and he pointed to the floor and happily said "See! I got it out!" I looked down at the floor, and there was a little sprig of pine needles on the floor! I burst out laughing, just as relieved as Nicholas that I didn't have to take him to the doctor! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0wkabTG7z9uPAJLsfRmuX5kA4ekwoc9P8rK7kp73kfO67gkeoPDa_Jjg7LFjb7HP2L02plUXke7iFuOcdk_HTP6SEXdkJ_PeZmRRNoUiKwHWnl1WPRVcMv05rtGcJp_Ro2tmBcR3tQio/s1600-h/100_3586.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0wkabTG7z9uPAJLsfRmuX5kA4ekwoc9P8rK7kp73kfO67gkeoPDa_Jjg7LFjb7HP2L02plUXke7iFuOcdk_HTP6SEXdkJ_PeZmRRNoUiKwHWnl1WPRVcMv05rtGcJp_Ro2tmBcR3tQio/s400/100_3586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280552331160590594" /></a>natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-19643518219951049062008-12-16T15:49:00.000-08:002008-12-16T15:53:08.504-08:00"Hey, Napoleon! Give me some of your tots!"So, we were walking through the mall and Nicholas slowly reached into his pocket, pulled out a cracker, and discreetly put it in his mouth. Nicholas is totally Napoleon!natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793427751747347104.post-77141918065978665972008-12-15T11:37:00.000-08:002008-12-15T12:16:15.058-08:00Williamsburg,VAWhile Sam's parents were here we took a little trip 3 hours north to Williamsburg and Jamestown Virginia. We went to Jamestown one day, and Williamsburg the next. I was a little bit disappointed in Williamsburg, not that the city it's self wasn't fantastic, but the day we went it was very cold, my boys were sick with colds, and they certainly didn't want to stand and listen to people talk about the old colonial days. It really wasn't as kid-friendly as I thought it would be either, and you had to pay extra for everything. Overall it was still fun to see what we did. The Governor's Palace (extra money) was very fun to see. After the tour you could walk around the gardens, and they had a real hedge maze to walk through! We also saw the Fife and Drum parade, which was short, but the boys loved it! Grandma even bought them each their own tin flute, and the whole town got to 'enjoy' my boys beautiful music. We toured as many houses and shops as we could before the boys begged us to take them home.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxqVHwelzPMJURyjDE8fc-wKkz_VD3IiaFfiaf1x7sR10-O10fV-BtN2S5mDZG4jNzY5zp9BL_HlDXVm10uoVh46K7AAnxU98k1B1mYzhPJ8g2hHSt47StUJlnQsK6xUf7SeBNiXyCf8/s1600-h/100_3567.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxqVHwelzPMJURyjDE8fc-wKkz_VD3IiaFfiaf1x7sR10-O10fV-BtN2S5mDZG4jNzY5zp9BL_HlDXVm10uoVh46K7AAnxU98k1B1mYzhPJ8g2hHSt47StUJlnQsK6xUf7SeBNiXyCf8/s320/100_3567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280110017150707058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDnHznXvfpuhVAKH_8F6qrLHjGB-VulWmYrya6dP5HeUzCsJ_IZKojSXCl46LZS8gwkEfwj3VGLHHZPb0qvbUcHI-6glaHDgnvf_W4yHUj4qDiEk0MLmg9oS7Gfk9q6LVEqzF7RQrbGyw/s1600-h/100_3569.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDnHznXvfpuhVAKH_8F6qrLHjGB-VulWmYrya6dP5HeUzCsJ_IZKojSXCl46LZS8gwkEfwj3VGLHHZPb0qvbUcHI-6glaHDgnvf_W4yHUj4qDiEk0MLmg9oS7Gfk9q6LVEqzF7RQrbGyw/s320/100_3569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280109996633416546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCiBr4gdbnen38mxe1V7XXhvnM84iSF5wvMkBBQ5g11t8wObpK2NP6o_Iuy10QTQ0DUGK2C4TMCiMiN1mEQkiba31jfuJAKW6qPhHH0evqpyXPNDlefA7oB5ZnUZiwqw6B86BV9oTm-K0/s1600-h/100_3571.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCiBr4gdbnen38mxe1V7XXhvnM84iSF5wvMkBBQ5g11t8wObpK2NP6o_Iuy10QTQ0DUGK2C4TMCiMiN1mEQkiba31jfuJAKW6qPhHH0evqpyXPNDlefA7oB5ZnUZiwqw6B86BV9oTm-K0/s320/100_3571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280109988551009426" /></a>natalie bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985706467700126362noreply@blogger.com3