tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35081366242060238572024-02-06T20:29:33.428-08:00KudzoosuSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-30034928027324172082010-08-12T08:15:00.000-07:002010-08-12T09:04:36.638-07:00Peace at last...Bill Murray style<span style="font-weight:bold;"> I haven't blogged this year. Oh I've written posts only to delete them. Blogging was feeling so narcissistic, I just couldn't bring myself to write. Why would anyone care about my day? Then I reminded myself, this isn't for others to read as much as it is for me to read. For me to read back years from now and remember what 2010 was like. <br /> Our sweet little baby Wyatt is now our sweet little toddler Wyatt. We started noticing some delays in speech so we became proactive. His hearing was fine and he was cognitively A-OK, he just had no words. He started speech, developmental and occupational therapy on a weekly basis and he is now doing great. Within the past few weeks, we have seen an enormous jump in his vocabulary. He's a talking machine. A difficult to understand talking machine but a talking machine nonetheless. <br /> In Jan, we decided to remove Seth from public school. It was not a good fit. We started to homeschool. I can honestly say that I love looking at curriculum, coming up with field trips and making out lesson plans. You would think that would make me a great teacher. Instead I was forced to deal with the fact that in the face of adversity (or an unwilling, eye-rolling student) I found myself irritated and easily beat down. The wind can be removed from my sails by a six year old faster than I had ever expected. I was unprepared for the stress of homeschooling. The responsibility to teach your child everything they need to know academically in addition to teaching them how to be a good and productive human being can be overwhelming. I knew plenty of homeschoolers and they seemed to be doing just fine. I was not. I knew plenty of parents to higher needs children and they seemed to be doing just fine. I was not. I knew plenty of stay at home moms who managed to have clean, well behaved children, clean homes and dinner on the table and they were doing fine. I was not. We sit down every weekday morning to have our school time and all the while...Wyatt is systematically destroying the house. He is a viking. Seriously. While cleaning crayon off the floor with the same towel I used 7 minutes earlier to clean a quart of half & half up from the floor it hit me. Remember the scene in Meatballs when Bill Murray was telling the team that it didn't matter if they lost the game because in the grand scheme of things it just doesn't matter? It just doesn't matter. It just doesn't matter. Little losses like a basketball game at summer camp or crayon on the floor..really..it just doesn't matter. Really. I'm blessed with a very unusual situation. Scott works from home. Seth is home and I get to teach him myself. I get to shape his education. I get to control (as much as I can) the amount and type of stimulation to help him have the best day he can. Seth and Wyatt get to spend more early childhood quality time together than most non-twin siblings. While I do enjoy (and miss) my quiet time, I realize I'll have plenty one day. Maybe more than I want. For now...I'll remind myself daily that the little stuff..it just doesn't matter.<br /><br /> <br />Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'till tomorrow,<br />for babies grow up, I've learned to my sorrow.<br />So settle down cobwebs, dust, go to sleep.<br />I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-84858316616437183712009-12-21T15:25:00.000-08:002009-12-21T15:48:40.837-08:00This Old Gingerbread HouseThe supplies!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/The%20Supplies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/The%20Supplies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Getting started :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Getting%20the%20kids%20started.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Getting%20the%20kids%20started.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Seth concentrating.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Seth%20concentrating.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Seth%20concentrating.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Wyatt being sneaky<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Wyatt%20being%20sneaky.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Wyatt%20being%20sneaky.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />S-n-L<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/S-n-L%20working.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/S-n-L%20working.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Luken rocking the icing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Luken%20hard%20at%20work.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Luken%20hard%20at%20work.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Wyatt (as always) was such a good boy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Wyatt%20just%20watching.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Wyatt%20just%20watching.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Keeley did a great job!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/She%20did%20a%20great%20job.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 784px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/She%20did%20a%20great%20job.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Seth and Luken working hard<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Keeleys%20house.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Keeleys%20house.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Wyatt is watching.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Y%20table%20surfing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 784px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Y%20table%20surfing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Seth's Snowman<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Seth%27s%20snowman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Seth%27s%20snowman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Seth's house is complete<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Seth%20house%20is%20complete.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2021/Ginderbread%20Houses/Seth%20house%20is%20complete.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Today we had some friends over to play and build gingerbread houses. Well..technically they weren't gingerbread houses at all. We built them out of graham crackers and decorated them with icing and candies. As in life, Mom and Dad laid the foundation and then turned it over for the children to take over. They took their time decorating each little house. They all did a great job. Wyatt enjoyed table surfing for stray crackers and unsupervised candies. Happy Holidays!!<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-4736031356131678542009-12-15T13:22:00.000-08:002009-12-15T13:50:27.062-08:00Do You See What I See? Do You Hear What I Hear?Seth's "cool face"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2015/Seth%27s%20New%20Glasses/Seths%20cool%20face.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 784px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/ALL%20NEW%20-%20Dec%2015/Seth%27s%20New%20Glasses/Seths%20cool%20face.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br />Whats going here this holiday season? First of all, Seth got glasses. Despite the fact that Seth failed several eye exams given by the school...despite the fact that he can't catch a ball...despite the fact that I too, wore glasses as a child...I didn't think he actually needed glasses. I thought he just wanted to look like Scott. We took him to the eye doctor and his vision is 20/150. Poor kid. His glasses came in today. I wouldn't say that he's exactly excited about wearing them but I know the difference it will make. He keeps asking me when he can take them off. I told him he could take them off when his contacts come in...in about 8 years. <br />And Wyatt...sweet baby Wyatt. Wyatt doesn't talk. At all. He grunts. He's like an adorable, tiny Tim Allen. At his 18 month wellness check up, the pediatrician suggested we have is hearing tested. Today I took him to an audiologist and thankfully there is no hearing loss. It's not uncommon in cases of a difficult birth like the one he had. I didn't know. He will start speech therapy in early January so we'll have him up to speed soon :)<br />We are now enjoying the season...seeing all of the sights and hearing all the sounds perfectly. Perfect. </span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-57629275530577630492009-12-13T08:21:00.000-08:002009-12-13T16:41:29.358-08:00Feels like FeltFelt supplies<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgekLUmCVI5LOz5cwDvFl1ZU8NySGW1K_7xZFt36_Xt1CzEq7OiTHXMtWsm63QtqIyaZKZ-ZSF_3L3B6wj9VZlkJK2DjDJu64gtLDNW2xAlizITk4Zl_hj6EhCuu2DQBUjJfhhpW1Lr7zMa/s1600-h/Felt+Board+Supplies.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/AVvXsEgekLUmCVI5LOz5cwDvFl1ZU8NySGW1K_7xZFt36_Xt1CzEq7OiTHXMtWsm63QtqIyaZKZ-ZSF_3L3B6wj9VZlkJK2DjDJu64gtLDNW2xAlizITk4Zl_hj6EhCuu2DQBUjJfhhpW1Lr7zMa/s400/Felt+Board+Supplies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414758409213872114" /></a><br /><br />Wyatt and Sesame Street felt guys<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztODmlUCaQnKcQabRapYYc6vzDC3SLCTFke0-DfY1YQP965N1vka1pNCUASn2Vb7GSd9ZdfxhsxtGeSNAoeXFAH5YLsNzMG4Rile4HBlUwaGSPCg1ncxuJx0QPDoYwplVWzuFUuFJ1szN/s1600-h/Y+and+the+Sesame+St+felt.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/AVvXsEiztODmlUCaQnKcQabRapYYc6vzDC3SLCTFke0-DfY1YQP965N1vka1pNCUASn2Vb7GSd9ZdfxhsxtGeSNAoeXFAH5YLsNzMG4Rile4HBlUwaGSPCg1ncxuJx0QPDoYwplVWzuFUuFJ1szN/s400/Y+and+the+Sesame+St+felt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414758265428111378" /></a><br /><br />Seth telling a story to Wyatt<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFH1Nyylb-pVhjuafCBkBiINzM8TIelGys8D9-yZEnvg4hS_YOeBKz_32dGcBhHXEvdc0CKLOeopmKK7xa30H4LinOCdERbapcg2UOvg1xmdEjhAmex0Vr39z4m1xVt_yFJbjJA4_QZnq/s1600-h/Seth+telling+a+story+to+Y.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/AVvXsEiPFH1Nyylb-pVhjuafCBkBiINzM8TIelGys8D9-yZEnvg4hS_YOeBKz_32dGcBhHXEvdc0CKLOeopmKK7xa30H4LinOCdERbapcg2UOvg1xmdEjhAmex0Vr39z4m1xVt_yFJbjJA4_QZnq/s400/Seth+telling+a+story+to+Y.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414758151600024018" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I had saved a post from <a href="http://www.thegreenwife.com/">The Green Wife</a>'s blog about felt boards a while back. Seth loved felt boards and I thought Wyatt may like one. Friday, Wyatt and I loaded up and headed to Hobby Lobby to buy supplies. It didn't take long to cover the board and I spent a little while that day cutting out shapes. Seth made of list of things he wanted me to make so I stayed up that night making them. A boy, girl, tiger, etc. The boys have had so much fun since. Seth loves coming up with stories to tell Wyatt and Wyatt enjoys putting the shapes up on the board. <span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-33014172406842316082009-12-03T19:21:00.000-08:002009-12-13T16:39:57.817-08:00It's Christmas Time in Texas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/Dec%202/Playing%20in%20the%20first%20snow%20of%20the%20year/Y%20likes%20it.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/Dec%202/Playing%20in%20the%20first%20snow%20of%20the%20year/Y%20likes%20it.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/Dec%202/Playing%20in%20the%20first%20snow%20of%20the%20year/The%20boys%20in%20the%20snow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 784px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/December/Dec%202/Playing%20in%20the%20first%20snow%20of%20the%20year/The%20boys%20in%20the%20snow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">It's Santa's Rodeo..we'd hang our boots for stockings but our feet would get too cold..so gather around the campfire and thank God for all your blessings..yippee ki-yi-yay get along little doggie, it's Christmas time in Texas :)<br /><br />Did I mention it snowed? Yep..for about 2 hours it snowed. Hard. Of course it didn't stick because two days earlier it was 70+ degrees. We didn't let that ruin our good time :) Seth had to go on to school but Wyatt got to play in it. He played until his little baby hands were frozen and I forced him to come in. Good times though. <span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-62288328968159096352009-11-18T06:40:00.000-08:002009-12-03T19:21:13.596-08:00Cabin Camping in Oklahoma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/November/Beavers%20Bend%20OK/Making%20the%20fire/Seth%20deciding%20the%20perfect%20placement.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/November/Beavers%20Bend%20OK/Making%20the%20fire/Seth%20deciding%20the%20perfect%20placement.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/November/Beavers%20Bend%20OK/Family%20photos/Wyatt%20and%20Susan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 784px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/November/Beavers%20Bend%20OK/Family%20photos/Wyatt%20and%20Susan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/November/Beavers%20Bend%20OK/At%20the%20cabin/Seths%20slingshot%20is%20a%20wolf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 784px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/November/Beavers%20Bend%20OK/At%20the%20cabin/Seths%20slingshot%20is%20a%20wolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I haven't blogged in a while. We've had Halloween, parties and camping trips since my last blog. Boooo me, right? The camping trip was the most recent. I had been feeling a bit closed in. I needed to get into some wide open spaces and fast. The boys needed to be able to get out and explore. We picked Beaver Bend, OK. While it was lovely, it was far. Too far. We've decided to do this more often but closer to home.<br /><br />In Beaver Bend, we rented a cabin. It was beautiful. Very fancy. That's right..a fancy cabin. Not what we were looking for. Did I mention it was in a neighborhood? Yes..a fancy cabin with a HOA. Whatever dude. We complained and switched cabins the next day. The 2nd cabin wasn't as "nice." It was absolutely perfect. The boys explored. We built camp fires, poked things with sticks, had fun at a little festival...it was exactly what we needed. Wish we could have stayed longer. <span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-80902693888790225792009-09-27T15:31:00.000-07:002009-09-27T15:47:02.858-07:00Oktoberfest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4BEgjb8iagdFTJPuJLqCvkH9ETn7267bbUtrVbN4l2bnAL7tPWyu3VHq4WB1bBDYPIOx3kGGLq8pcyqUSy8GsWE2NJw8PkDV16usHP3L3v8UF6mhRgkBTLSKAspO6Ev_QhzgfFOdcZo0/s1600-h/How+fun.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/AVvXsEgh4BEgjb8iagdFTJPuJLqCvkH9ETn7267bbUtrVbN4l2bnAL7tPWyu3VHq4WB1bBDYPIOx3kGGLq8pcyqUSy8GsWE2NJw8PkDV16usHP3L3v8UF6mhRgkBTLSKAspO6Ev_QhzgfFOdcZo0/s400/How+fun.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386282073070244066" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWo1aOzbKgSv8QT2s2xIeR7DKxpSaXF4V3qm2RnpH7LxVDou5TvCWgtjyKTC2fSy1G8FQCRUbPsvUBdsVOaJ-zhvPTsZTuQLRMm5TobUVRIpw08i-qfx05yEaqMbRQ7s0XK3mqXMuh0rjd/s1600-h/Fish+makes+Y+smile.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/AVvXsEjWo1aOzbKgSv8QT2s2xIeR7DKxpSaXF4V3qm2RnpH7LxVDou5TvCWgtjyKTC2fSy1G8FQCRUbPsvUBdsVOaJ-zhvPTsZTuQLRMm5TobUVRIpw08i-qfx05yEaqMbRQ7s0XK3mqXMuh0rjd/s400/Fish+makes+Y+smile.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386281712058010066" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvfSR2QR_z8vAA1Nl-r2XV1vhjh_MuKTas5S_Op7CnVdnvPChE-XZ3G2ugJ54L5Izleo5AjxamXwuWiNUXXz0rf9xTWHXlIM71QDP4GGBhUOKNxgWJjUFJGxodzKZmJeq2tk7XzlMjndIs/s1600-h/Wyatt+loved+the+spray.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/AVvXsEjvfSR2QR_z8vAA1Nl-r2XV1vhjh_MuKTas5S_Op7CnVdnvPChE-XZ3G2ugJ54L5Izleo5AjxamXwuWiNUXXz0rf9xTWHXlIM71QDP4GGBhUOKNxgWJjUFJGxodzKZmJeq2tk7XzlMjndIs/s400/Wyatt+loved+the+spray.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386281319596432482" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstaliZgYVKOgJikJ0NL2BpPlRuunearLFe9TPSxhJf8KQy9U4rcghPhs-B6WmtfTPu-lim58ES5Jvx_iNcylY03SJIM2zzkOpizEYAeiJ4ggrJMqoyLQ-P62pi_RynJ7aRkoY-A2XMbGu/s1600-h/Running+through+the+spray.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/AVvXsEhstaliZgYVKOgJikJ0NL2BpPlRuunearLFe9TPSxhJf8KQy9U4rcghPhs-B6WmtfTPu-lim58ES5Jvx_iNcylY03SJIM2zzkOpizEYAeiJ4ggrJMqoyLQ-P62pi_RynJ7aRkoY-A2XMbGu/s400/Running+through+the+spray.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386280611952188194" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv3SZ5gHxfydvtVkY8tG06j_M56S7U3raahzKLPCNQjKmvDfyAArNAjtGUQczKjQLJTVpKCoQWqP5RygoSe2Z2nThlC-M5PPpRuvcD_MZLeIBsDnT9BZr3oK3jtr2Kf4jVUR6SR2MDwqeG/s1600-h/Time+to+leave+with+Timmy+the+Fish.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/AVvXsEiv3SZ5gHxfydvtVkY8tG06j_M56S7U3raahzKLPCNQjKmvDfyAArNAjtGUQczKjQLJTVpKCoQWqP5RygoSe2Z2nThlC-M5PPpRuvcD_MZLeIBsDnT9BZr3oK3jtr2Kf4jVUR6SR2MDwqeG/s400/Time+to+leave+with+Timmy+the+Fish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386280037762077602" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Last weekend we enjoyed a family outing to Oktoberfest in Addison. In the past, it was always near 100 degrees. Last weekend it was in the 80s and perfect. The kids played in the fountains, watched a puppet show, did the chicken dance, watched me lose my new lens and win a carnival goldfish. Good times. Timmy the goldfish (or Oktoberfish as Rebecca named him) passed this morning. Good-bye Timmy. <span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-48178353572706198492009-09-17T16:30:00.000-07:002009-09-17T16:43:00.949-07:00It's a Bluesy Rainy kind of EveningSeth creating...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1x1fU671pXWFLjsI6TAkx-ewl4-Z_-2wSBWyNltI-n91z4BbTv7rEE76uhpxnzB4HEKJYHfhd3fgz3IJgI6m5YgVMUPV-S7-5ttOg2M9oJ4aMcmmM5uPYrHYSj_s35Rz4BecyuzJ4bwOs/s1600-h/Seth+makes+a+comic+book.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/AVvXsEh1x1fU671pXWFLjsI6TAkx-ewl4-Z_-2wSBWyNltI-n91z4BbTv7rEE76uhpxnzB4HEKJYHfhd3fgz3IJgI6m5YgVMUPV-S7-5ttOg2M9oJ4aMcmmM5uPYrHYSj_s35Rz4BecyuzJ4bwOs/s400/Seth+makes+a+comic+book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382585452950006002" /></a><br /><br />Cider keeping a watchful eye...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8zBMB5sukAbgwsuwt4T4aMUMrcacw4SDgR43W0WnrhISqioBMrxDCz8HkZ7Dm58qZeCi7V8ZYm1J0FTWNaHg65CzPDu8wS0bPSU8E_AAZgoClVK8sFrUw0GDMDwsJINNqfIdVW6XoE-z4/s1600-h/Cider+keeping+an+eye+out.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/AVvXsEg8zBMB5sukAbgwsuwt4T4aMUMrcacw4SDgR43W0WnrhISqioBMrxDCz8HkZ7Dm58qZeCi7V8ZYm1J0FTWNaHg65CzPDu8wS0bPSU8E_AAZgoClVK8sFrUw0GDMDwsJINNqfIdVW6XoE-z4/s400/Cider+keeping+an+eye+out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382585399367975778" /></a><br /><br />Wyatt gives Cowboy a massage...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRN-QoYRHNuOhzgBdVvASLTd1sYSTiyD5BUwn02HtATLHjmJuGPtnJLlRvy6_xGp3vtBvgroYhHXJrH9nlmKRjimuD8jU4RwVsE4JC3-jgIWQKSulc5SawJ9L_tpXhzqZvLgf78q9jCwiB/s1600-h/Dog+Massage.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/AVvXsEgRN-QoYRHNuOhzgBdVvASLTd1sYSTiyD5BUwn02HtATLHjmJuGPtnJLlRvy6_xGp3vtBvgroYhHXJrH9nlmKRjimuD8jU4RwVsE4JC3-jgIWQKSulc5SawJ9L_tpXhzqZvLgf78q9jCwiB/s400/Dog+Massage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382585346356728978" /></a><br /><br />Cowboy and his boy...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3c2XAwkd_gPKI5ypdyTlZ_3YHsrrhLzBTbb56ipvHHnsurFyxq7g5SgOUWt74r4LMbSkADybs647O6VQgVI6VaZuxxgjaSlyG1axLDg9OZVzx9Z_2GJmFksMOl6gPT0FbyijbSGrvBCzQ/s1600-h/Cowboy+and+his+boy.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/AVvXsEh3c2XAwkd_gPKI5ypdyTlZ_3YHsrrhLzBTbb56ipvHHnsurFyxq7g5SgOUWt74r4LMbSkADybs647O6VQgVI6VaZuxxgjaSlyG1axLDg9OZVzx9Z_2GJmFksMOl6gPT0FbyijbSGrvBCzQ/s400/Cowboy+and+his+boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382585293363787874" /></a><br /><br />Wyatt "Fingers" Whigham<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LQ2c2inW8EG4pYqt7W_YcmjSiG0iHAEROIt6ITtESwp_8wVViUEzPrvAfWX4I5aJjp3ev_4V1jQpOO3OPPcFwQiIDqJlivrKY5XeK7Kp3lLSQJIj9FSY2f9u_rDnWH47y04j0ePDUTmR/s1600-h/Wyatt+playing+along+with+Dad.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/AVvXsEi0LQ2c2inW8EG4pYqt7W_YcmjSiG0iHAEROIt6ITtESwp_8wVViUEzPrvAfWX4I5aJjp3ev_4V1jQpOO3OPPcFwQiIDqJlivrKY5XeK7Kp3lLSQJIj9FSY2f9u_rDnWH47y04j0ePDUTmR/s400/Wyatt+playing+along+with+Dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382585232551599874" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">It seems like monsoon season in Dallas. Seriously..it has rained every day for the past 7 days. We have had a few breaks in the rain over the past 48 hours but it is still raining on and off. My children normally go out to play in the rain but after the first few days of rainy play I had to start keeping them inside. I don't want them to kill what little grass will grow in the yard. Tonight we had a peaceful, laid back kinda evening. After dinner Seth decided to write a comic book, Wyatt played with the dogs and Scott entertained the whole family by playing some blues. A fitting end to a perfectly lovely (yet wet) day. <span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-69051331420022697972009-09-10T03:45:00.000-07:002009-09-10T03:57:15.382-07:00Cute Wyatt in SeptI know, right? Freaking adorable!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlk5f8VU_916VQ2h-Ij73heVYyaDP5dsUVxMMOE-eF3UwA9Gb0tUdqw_pT9fSB39Fcc4bakPR7khCHbOlpRNiHQAjdDE15OdCrzRhcnQo9WxnDiAaywsEc-0tJ-tfYgbhZ-Z9hZ07EaS6L/s1600-h/How+cute+is+he.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/AVvXsEhlk5f8VU_916VQ2h-Ij73heVYyaDP5dsUVxMMOE-eF3UwA9Gb0tUdqw_pT9fSB39Fcc4bakPR7khCHbOlpRNiHQAjdDE15OdCrzRhcnQo9WxnDiAaywsEc-0tJ-tfYgbhZ-Z9hZ07EaS6L/s400/How+cute+is+he.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379790495981051730" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFhw7V3cJiVZpTg59LLkRQs-08a7k4SOnZbIwopoOEeIQ9Ij2Crp0TZKFnst-lQ2g6RSUB5m5ClOcjRvaV2qkUvsyCwk9r8bwXS-V5EbPxplF-VJmBhXiJo5b9dEQlwcMZOI25pEQ8tqix/s1600-h/Smiling+at+Seth.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/AVvXsEgFhw7V3cJiVZpTg59LLkRQs-08a7k4SOnZbIwopoOEeIQ9Ij2Crp0TZKFnst-lQ2g6RSUB5m5ClOcjRvaV2qkUvsyCwk9r8bwXS-V5EbPxplF-VJmBhXiJo5b9dEQlwcMZOI25pEQ8tqix/s400/Smiling+at+Seth.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379790147509704514" /></a><br /><br />I think this goes on my head...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj_PBxmyyWNQGIzY12MapVkr0fteSBah2fKzsGW1C9dwlR5z06WQ6yqU0vzrbHhAmZyINc0bPPDa-V7XK_85esD0-ZBpwlB8QmbZckF4-tV7daYg0E3JwyWlHz-GYcUM3jvhRMlY9CiWrv/s1600-h/Im+going+to+put+this+on+my+head.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/AVvXsEjj_PBxmyyWNQGIzY12MapVkr0fteSBah2fKzsGW1C9dwlR5z06WQ6yqU0vzrbHhAmZyINc0bPPDa-V7XK_85esD0-ZBpwlB8QmbZckF4-tV7daYg0E3JwyWlHz-GYcUM3jvhRMlY9CiWrv/s400/Im+going+to+put+this+on+my+head.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379789782277638930" /></a><br /><br />That's better...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCM1DK9JglX8cfKHaqXGqfrSrGWm9ozcjjfWPbooHqb-VbhCr-VN2n1zXD34RCWfrHfOd0SGo-i5vpse44_hL0VJqw7BxGb97assk4KzAXrUSNxCXrgevmCgSZbvMmnEWL2dbXrMZtVRDc/s1600-h/ahhhh+thats+better.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/AVvXsEjCM1DK9JglX8cfKHaqXGqfrSrGWm9ozcjjfWPbooHqb-VbhCr-VN2n1zXD34RCWfrHfOd0SGo-i5vpse44_hL0VJqw7BxGb97assk4KzAXrUSNxCXrgevmCgSZbvMmnEWL2dbXrMZtVRDc/s400/ahhhh+thats+better.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379789437929716130" /></a><br /><br />It's a pants off - dance off!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJpjzzmsztRjEmaUp-JmSn0txsMC_IoGXTKZps_QjDOkTVddWgh_ej-dTJjb1hFoXcaLn7NDFRIS5Sb9KC6aCxehJuy49ADAU9wFgkA464mbn6bD6xy0iHcHmkMXlIWOA9p2xTvUrDPzKV/s1600-h/Dancing+with+Seths+backpack.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/AVvXsEgJpjzzmsztRjEmaUp-JmSn0txsMC_IoGXTKZps_QjDOkTVddWgh_ej-dTJjb1hFoXcaLn7NDFRIS5Sb9KC6aCxehJuy49ADAU9wFgkA464mbn6bD6xy0iHcHmkMXlIWOA9p2xTvUrDPzKV/s400/Dancing+with+Seths+backpack.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379789052734052978" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Yesterday was such a hot day. Wyatt and I bought a big, fat watermelon. As soon as we picked Seth up from school, we hung out outside and enjoyed what we hope to be..the last of the summer heat. Later Wyatt decided to wear Seth's backpack on his head and try to dance off his watermelon high. <span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-31876509743977430952009-09-06T08:48:00.000-07:002009-09-06T09:11:53.860-07:00Speechless<span style="font-weight:bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiets1tI1y8mkFcAklJQ3qHWdgmrr6V9X5mhIcB9Tvhnvi3KoMnW-YRkCjhdet6zGj6mc1duL0Sff3wwX79fKSvwhf9Pzs26RNB19UNB529lRGC0Ehv4KLfsUMVLLS0WVXM9soysdf54Oz-/s1600-h/Seth+and+Wyatt+watch+BO.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiets1tI1y8mkFcAklJQ3qHWdgmrr6V9X5mhIcB9Tvhnvi3KoMnW-YRkCjhdet6zGj6mc1duL0Sff3wwX79fKSvwhf9Pzs26RNB19UNB529lRGC0Ehv4KLfsUMVLLS0WVXM9soysdf54Oz-/s400/Seth+and+Wyatt+watch+BO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378385720118901730" /></a><br />There has been such an uproar about President Obama speaking to "the youth" of America. I think it's a great idea..stay in school, work hard, do your best, etc. That is, I thought it was a great idea. Seth's school has decided to show the speech to all grades. Kindergarten?!? They sent home a form for me to sign if I decided not to allow Seth to watch it. It seems so harsh, so black and white. (No pun intended!) It's like me signing the form is making some sort of declaration...some political statement...some stance about the President's views, his party or maybe even him personally. Oh sure, maybe it's not really that big of a deal. Maybe most of the class will be sitting this one out. It just irritates me that instead of me signing a form showing that I want him to participate, I have to sign a form to deny him from participation. Will I run the risk of making myself look like an unbending right winged nut job? Will I look like I have a racial issue? Thank you for making me dwell on this all weekend! Ugh. As I said to a friend earlier, I think the President of the United States of America should have the right to use public school as a forum. It's really not that. It's simply that my dear 5 year old with ADHD lacks the ability to sit still and/or be quiet. He can't sit through a tv show without a certain amount of chatter and fidgeting. We go to Church. I do not bring Seth into the service with me because he will be disruptive. So instead, he goes to a service designed for a child. This is logical. Why do I have to feel guilt and worry over what is so obviously common sense?? The picture above was taken as Seth and Wyatt watched President Obama being sworn into office. I love this picture. I am proud of this picture and everything that it stands for. I love this country. I love having freedom and choice. I just don't like feeling like my back is against the wall. In the end, I have to go with my gut and do what I feel is best for my kid. He'll have to miss this one. You want my child to participate? Come in person and be prepared with puppets, magic tricks and balloon animals.<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-522936705097449632009-09-04T18:00:00.000-07:002009-09-04T18:11:21.497-07:00Sidewalk Chalk Painting<span style="font-weight:bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoNkY1O_20EF27bEWWNosn3ckHpuG3CqyywIkA2vFnEWHKJ-aVpFnB3QvjUQ4Ffspsur1-pJ2i-asw09buW0dVBs_aGqHQnRvWGvtSZv_OoBIBYHR-rUg9ByxY0OeKSIEQcUZjJeJapvC/s1600-h/Chalk+before.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/AVvXsEhCoNkY1O_20EF27bEWWNosn3ckHpuG3CqyywIkA2vFnEWHKJ-aVpFnB3QvjUQ4Ffspsur1-pJ2i-asw09buW0dVBs_aGqHQnRvWGvtSZv_OoBIBYHR-rUg9ByxY0OeKSIEQcUZjJeJapvC/s400/Chalk+before.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377783920703712658" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuq4W-teD0K4ZARV7-UCFgV3Mbb0V1DDyKjooUNXjk-vtgV-fVHCrqcZy-rQz8to2gD3X7dem7O0tef3Jkx50au1l9F6uki6SvItfjztF3SEfjtWsf7CJY37Q_cv755ryaSUSWX7TNsLjN/s1600-h/chalk+after.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/AVvXsEjuq4W-teD0K4ZARV7-UCFgV3Mbb0V1DDyKjooUNXjk-vtgV-fVHCrqcZy-rQz8to2gD3X7dem7O0tef3Jkx50au1l9F6uki6SvItfjztF3SEfjtWsf7CJY37Q_cv755ryaSUSWX7TNsLjN/s400/chalk+after.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377783841942198210" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UHt6jqWZ-JtA-dqFwJP5lZ3s9vH0SYWUEMJpk9AyDyXZFqVa6pzDa-PfAYY3AS8qImRs574icdaExjPYe_XSJFd8JDu9HuCFo7ZW98DNItSZTD6UgzaNNFgQDy_VWRGP6I8E5gVX6Rvf/s1600-h/Sharing+the+purple.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/AVvXsEj_UHt6jqWZ-JtA-dqFwJP5lZ3s9vH0SYWUEMJpk9AyDyXZFqVa6pzDa-PfAYY3AS8qImRs574icdaExjPYe_XSJFd8JDu9HuCFo7ZW98DNItSZTD6UgzaNNFgQDy_VWRGP6I8E5gVX6Rvf/s400/Sharing+the+purple.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377783764386001890" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYI45JQKR51ZAJtyQTcCNHRCPWj8gzL7es3-kIwBb8TmmQSRoH5bxj00Qrix6BZCq2B8fRvSa0cdUQTo8QDtzitDRL-TzDvrGe6QpoeXFX2xocpiEqk9IjFIFbQpCZuncohyV-h9kF9bdJ/s1600-h/Sitting+funny.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/AVvXsEhYI45JQKR51ZAJtyQTcCNHRCPWj8gzL7es3-kIwBb8TmmQSRoH5bxj00Qrix6BZCq2B8fRvSa0cdUQTo8QDtzitDRL-TzDvrGe6QpoeXFX2xocpiEqk9IjFIFbQpCZuncohyV-h9kF9bdJ/s400/Sitting+funny.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377783642413252386" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzMKPnqqFyRso8_2giSHzADu8oKjYjpqmyVHlTuWHuiHn3PLEisW_W_SrVhVz9lhtj2UniBOPTK_oKPfLya1-7Sjn6XK8o5Af84ZT7FtzZjcB0tIo5ifCekIRyCh3K9DBZNxpddMIXJMCT/s1600-h/Y+having+fun.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/AVvXsEgzMKPnqqFyRso8_2giSHzADu8oKjYjpqmyVHlTuWHuiHn3PLEisW_W_SrVhVz9lhtj2UniBOPTK_oKPfLya1-7Sjn6XK8o5Af84ZT7FtzZjcB0tIo5ifCekIRyCh3K9DBZNxpddMIXJMCT/s400/Y+having+fun.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377783492683234194" /></a><br /><br />Thank you to my friend <a href="http://my2sonsrock.blogspot.com/">Nush</a> for the idea of sidewalk chalk painting! The boys had a great time. This morning after reading her blog, Wyatt and I went to the Goodwill in search of a muffin tin. We didn't find one but did find a vegetable tray for .59, so we decided it was perfect. "We" being me. Wyatt didn't care either way. When we got home, I gathered up broken bits, chunks and scraps of sidewalk chalk and let them melt into water. Once Seth got home from school, we had a painting party :) Seth painted, Wyatt liked stirring but that's OK. Someone had to do it. Good times.<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-84376750016655952192009-08-30T11:35:00.000-07:002009-08-30T13:45:34.982-07:00A Giant Batch of HatchA lovely stack of hatch chilies<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAsKaL_LSp4mVyBlazsjmVWSH2CORQcGNMo7LAMtSh_OCArH8hyphenhyphen_F8nBuDUUyaVl8RGnqjsoMtkZy0s2Kzlc0fqVHe04o7sPtOqe3BhSwcmHHOAIHFZFArkVzLtlzC0z1t_H_urmIynBm/s1600-h/stack+of+hatch.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/AVvXsEhXAsKaL_LSp4mVyBlazsjmVWSH2CORQcGNMo7LAMtSh_OCArH8hyphenhyphen_F8nBuDUUyaVl8RGnqjsoMtkZy0s2Kzlc0fqVHe04o7sPtOqe3BhSwcmHHOAIHFZFArkVzLtlzC0z1t_H_urmIynBm/s400/stack+of+hatch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375830549078892530" /></a><br /><br />What they look like roasted and ready.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtU4AB6HK4tfM1OKD_pPdzYZ-JeO1CXOLO-dBdbF-sCn5aZz0zd_qEfkl9tA5BiHLQFipZ0h7Sn1m9pBEJQuhx2hwgUJ8Mj3SBZdg1CqCDuLKUXFCkCyAenkMqbKXhXJHn7tt0NOiBm6Hi/s1600-h/roasted+hatch.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/AVvXsEjtU4AB6HK4tfM1OKD_pPdzYZ-JeO1CXOLO-dBdbF-sCn5aZz0zd_qEfkl9tA5BiHLQFipZ0h7Sn1m9pBEJQuhx2hwgUJ8Mj3SBZdg1CqCDuLKUXFCkCyAenkMqbKXhXJHn7tt0NOiBm6Hi/s400/roasted+hatch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375830476917215090" /></a><br /><br />Yummmm...I'd love to go to their festival one day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaipDrzl3uS_PUoXN2NL-YdCZo9w7-jkoP3xagDsIS_sG1hXFvbGbmDYq8ucDHXnjHkj4C7DJEIXfgW5mpQRdIHUZzzaZvM5q_YhArBSSTHicF_4RXjzk0zpPOMSCtZ9zf2563ntoiCpqM/s1600-h/hatch+box+2.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/AVvXsEiaipDrzl3uS_PUoXN2NL-YdCZo9w7-jkoP3xagDsIS_sG1hXFvbGbmDYq8ucDHXnjHkj4C7DJEIXfgW5mpQRdIHUZzzaZvM5q_YhArBSSTHicF_4RXjzk0zpPOMSCtZ9zf2563ntoiCpqM/s400/hatch+box+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375830369295755746" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">August in North Texas is almost unbearable. Know what helps you get through it? Hatch chili season. The season is coming to an end, sad I know. BUT at least my freezer is full of processed chilies. I couldn't be happier. I spent hours on Friday peeling roasted chilies. Saturday, Scott and I spent hours de-seeding, chopping, measuring and freezing chilies. I feel ready for the winter now. We've had hatch chili eggs, hatch salsa, hatch lime dip, quesadillas..if we've thought of it, we've made it. Some people in Hatch, New Mexico (wait...there's a NEW Mexico??) say they can tell if the chilies come from North or South of I-40. Oh to have been lucky enough to earn this skill!! Practice makes perfect, luck ducks. Today is the last day for roasted chilies at Central Market. I highly suggest to you all, go get yours now. Do it. Right now. Seriously. Go. <span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-10819269067582807122009-08-24T13:28:00.000-07:002009-08-24T17:14:24.461-07:00The Big KSeth making the "K" in sign language. (no..it's not right but thats OK)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM8GtoakptUfuP5l8qEy0gyxbw-HLQEtTThj_4-FQktzCCAbBg9ZLPPe8J7i4wdBCTSAhKPt2dhuRuW3n5hrRTAZU1prqWrwIoQvBhTpunvweExoMaNNoo6Ix_cFNOy4U4Yyt61TCYC5Zs/s1600-h/Seth+making+a+K.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/AVvXsEiM8GtoakptUfuP5l8qEy0gyxbw-HLQEtTThj_4-FQktzCCAbBg9ZLPPe8J7i4wdBCTSAhKPt2dhuRuW3n5hrRTAZU1prqWrwIoQvBhTpunvweExoMaNNoo6Ix_cFNOy4U4Yyt61TCYC5Zs/s400/Seth+making+a+K.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373635346641475634" /></a><br /><br />Seth walks with Daddy and Y to school.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66jLfCNrSFbRMW5TzIqQwLc5NBri2lEWWL9UZjQJDo4UEQzlFcQkO_6_k6jxQW8DZLULHnp0ium1jLdhiD2eNEBdxJOLJ-fdYfHUsRAFfO9a2_dLO0M7XdRcHJylh0QiIjmwtYKDIw7tn/s1600-h/Walking+to+school+1.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/AVvXsEj66jLfCNrSFbRMW5TzIqQwLc5NBri2lEWWL9UZjQJDo4UEQzlFcQkO_6_k6jxQW8DZLULHnp0ium1jLdhiD2eNEBdxJOLJ-fdYfHUsRAFfO9a2_dLO0M7XdRcHJylh0QiIjmwtYKDIw7tn/s400/Walking+to+school+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373635949748934322" /></a><br /><br />Seth and I walking into the school. He wanted to hold my hand. I love that.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/August/ALL%20NEW%20-%20First%20Day%20of%20School/Kindergarten/Mom%20and%20Seth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 784px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/August/ALL%20NEW%20-%20First%20Day%20of%20School/Kindergarten/Mom%20and%20Seth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Seth and the teacher. We should call her "Miss Maybe" after my Mom's temp/perm cat.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxfuc9wgUrXnVfNSrgAysQVqQ89wmCpGaxV9NP9jcTgyPIq3u6glTC3FKPSjJjM3Luokv4MrG7hey01R39pvXwwuM9NDGAWdNoUuHDjv6sfV8ANHy0TCC1_8iz87L_vtHMG7oWtgL-Pj6/s1600-h/Mrs+Mathas+and+Seth+1.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/AVvXsEgxxfuc9wgUrXnVfNSrgAysQVqQ89wmCpGaxV9NP9jcTgyPIq3u6glTC3FKPSjJjM3Luokv4MrG7hey01R39pvXwwuM9NDGAWdNoUuHDjv6sfV8ANHy0TCC1_8iz87L_vtHMG7oWtgL-Pj6/s400/Mrs+Mathas+and+Seth+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373636244638335330" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I remember my first day of school. I was pretty sure the party was over. My days of sleeping in had to come to a standstill. I want Seth to love school. I want him to wake up in the morning and be excited to go. Today was the first day of kindergarten. The Big K. I had to wake him up 4 times. I had to uncover his sweet little head 4 times. I had to make him respond to me..FOUR. Different. Times. (Haha Looks like the apple is resting in the shade of the tree!) Scott's genes helped him read at four, my genes made him sleep in. It's a good balance. Anyway, once he finally got up and ready to go, we headed out as a family on this big day. Seth's teacher is a temporary/possibly permanent teacher. He really liked her so I hope she stays around. He was super excited about the cafeteria. Apparently so excited, he neglected to actually eat the lunch I packed. He did however, eat it on the 4 min car ride home. Silly boy. He enjoyed being the only boy at the girl heavy lunch table. Looks like the party is not over. It would appear that it's only just begun. :) I love my boy.<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-69660750980816692872009-08-17T19:06:00.000-07:002009-08-17T19:44:25.786-07:00The Sacrifices We MakeWhat a one year old can do while you chop vegetables. Amazing. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqi7QajY7jKWd_usKvk4Gb8F_CAb7rwKPCy9dcRNw4uNk7LWpIpEz0diIt7Dx-IeFyEJBp38YXe95zscSbJC0Re9ht2kG1tvpcorDMBKHg1kxwxNuni2JOsuWnnySfeM66kzFrakdMJjCO/s1600-h/kitchen+1.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/AVvXsEjqi7QajY7jKWd_usKvk4Gb8F_CAb7rwKPCy9dcRNw4uNk7LWpIpEz0diIt7Dx-IeFyEJBp38YXe95zscSbJC0Re9ht2kG1tvpcorDMBKHg1kxwxNuni2JOsuWnnySfeM66kzFrakdMJjCO/s400/kitchen+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371127283255055874" /></a><br /><br />He learned to climb barstools today.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMQsSnwsN6l7Q5hQz3tDR68qSAJ6UruoOzX-A_Spv_JKibb3lEioBcMNMy0ndpZDTwjVlTK1E4ZxbtHESXeYNlgBZveRtObvdEkTi_3GIApW3owXFAWe4FYWj_MPHr5COi15iU9ORyTY6X/s1600-h/kitchen+2.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/AVvXsEiMQsSnwsN6l7Q5hQz3tDR68qSAJ6UruoOzX-A_Spv_JKibb3lEioBcMNMy0ndpZDTwjVlTK1E4ZxbtHESXeYNlgBZveRtObvdEkTi_3GIApW3owXFAWe4FYWj_MPHr5COi15iU9ORyTY6X/s400/kitchen+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371127218746044178" /></a><br /><br />The poor living room. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBCq8TL-d-OBymdCHabACRHqGTBqoKT_xu6Ud8gXD6V6_JuHWWwDqmvdeusFxg-pl1uK8l-50fBIrNQSFi0aMKAb0U5m9ywraKPsXmXebrnn8QTNE4vTNTHaQ2nrZxx5VILcIjG8ZjsyXv/s1600-h/kitchen+3.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/AVvXsEiBCq8TL-d-OBymdCHabACRHqGTBqoKT_xu6Ud8gXD6V6_JuHWWwDqmvdeusFxg-pl1uK8l-50fBIrNQSFi0aMKAb0U5m9ywraKPsXmXebrnn8QTNE4vTNTHaQ2nrZxx5VILcIjG8ZjsyXv/s400/kitchen+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371127154497041010" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">People love to warn soon-to-be Moms about the sacrifices that come with this maternal position. You are told how your sleep, your beauty, your body, your free time..will all suffer in the name of raising children. And to some degree, they are right. You start convincing yourself that caffeine is your friend, beauty is over rated and yoga pants look best when they have been worn for 3 days in a row. I was thinking about these "sacrifices" as I was putting away laundry yesterday. My clean and orderly bathroom and bedroom were sacrificed in the name of keeping the children busy, while I put away clothes. Today, it was my kitchen and living room up on the altar. I felt I had no choice but to allow these rooms to be destroyed by the worlds cutest 15 month old in order to prepare nourishment for his little body. Nigel Short says “A good sacrifice is one that is not necessarily sound but leaves your opponent dazed and confused.” Dazed, confused and/or possibly entertained? I'm abandoning the notion that my house, as a whole, can be clean and orderly at the same time. And while this does bother me, I know in the grand scheme of things, it is a temporary situation. Two decades from now, my boys will not remember if every closet was systematically arranged, if every sock was still married to it's original partner or if occasionally, they were dried after a bath with the towels we reserve for the car and dogs. Reflecting on the day once they are in bed asleep I realize, it's not that much of a sacrifice, it's not that big of a deal and it's just not that big of a mess. I'll happily do it again tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that....<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-78857987025582013512009-08-13T06:18:00.000-07:002009-08-13T06:32:50.749-07:00I Am an Artist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio7dg4dq8BrHy2ETpX2iR_K68qsp7oc8WZt0pV3H8W-eMxXYU2IZV_ABx5gBVTG_utwTqweXuItAf5-C2W-mJdhZpgdZjpwhXhe1wJqoG1SvglpBZVW3_tlmFZAaN8uHZsGnNt8FaMcmPD/s1600-h/fat+little+hand+with+crayons.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/AVvXsEio7dg4dq8BrHy2ETpX2iR_K68qsp7oc8WZt0pV3H8W-eMxXYU2IZV_ABx5gBVTG_utwTqweXuItAf5-C2W-mJdhZpgdZjpwhXhe1wJqoG1SvglpBZVW3_tlmFZAaN8uHZsGnNt8FaMcmPD/s400/fat+little+hand+with+crayons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369440136618588546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxeJ24nUBjZjfnfCbtng60VLLAng_-NttD61XVwQtPhi6pI_yU61CPNTKO6MjbR43wVecLAynSbH0psPe1HQMmJUDd13lR3EaBzd8thQarSM3SahZk8Hr6G4gYJNYpFIWepHpokK3jy3h/s1600-h/Wyatt+with+crayons.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/AVvXsEgHxeJ24nUBjZjfnfCbtng60VLLAng_-NttD61XVwQtPhi6pI_yU61CPNTKO6MjbR43wVecLAynSbH0psPe1HQMmJUDd13lR3EaBzd8thQarSM3SahZk8Hr6G4gYJNYpFIWepHpokK3jy3h/s400/Wyatt+with+crayons.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369440059401620738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTegzSy5cl4-AD9wAyAFyOb5N91_cPYNMw5B2Df8UHXb28H62-xFBtsGyN3avqeZywsMAa__7poz8nKe0051ndTd98dQ_yc-jn6_tEEPyqTP-x8Iz5fyz2oz32bDBUF_IVF9qMf7E8Gmm/s1600-h/Wyatt+colors.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/AVvXsEiSTegzSy5cl4-AD9wAyAFyOb5N91_cPYNMw5B2Df8UHXb28H62-xFBtsGyN3avqeZywsMAa__7poz8nKe0051ndTd98dQ_yc-jn6_tEEPyqTP-x8Iz5fyz2oz32bDBUF_IVF9qMf7E8Gmm/s400/Wyatt+colors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369439862767785666" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br />There is a book called "I Am an Artist" by Pat Lowery Collins that I love to read to Seth. It's such a sweet and beautiful book. Art has never really been Seth's thing. At least not yet. In life, all interests and hobbies are subject to change. It is however, Wyatt's thing..at least for the moment. I found him one day at the table in his sweet little pjs justa colorin' away. He sneaks into Scott's office to get to the markers. I've had to hide the box of crayons in a cabinet because if he can see them, he will climb to them come hell or high water. <br /><br />Now I don't expect him to grow up and be an artist for a living. The life of an artist is a hard knock life for sure. If I could pick, I'd rather my children be really good at math but we don't pick these things now do we? <br /><br />It makes my heart swell to see fat little fingers curl around a crayon. Now if only I could FIND the purple crayon. Note to self...don't leave the baby alone with crayons.</span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-12795371636304124712009-08-10T06:27:00.000-07:002009-08-10T06:32:19.045-07:00Slap me some skin my brotha'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHgVz0X9eE1X8nWnOlaihATTSoDDrhF2CUtuN-dB_vN1jghuwBr1FTYNW58ezpw_RZTWZM_TfQtM0RJQt04zMXit_CpkE8TrA-SJ2n4bw2hS-KRZ4LjNsDRhgi4z_M7w2s6wsuNe_7zBWv/s1600-h/The+boys+swinging.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/AVvXsEhHgVz0X9eE1X8nWnOlaihATTSoDDrhF2CUtuN-dB_vN1jghuwBr1FTYNW58ezpw_RZTWZM_TfQtM0RJQt04zMXit_CpkE8TrA-SJ2n4bw2hS-KRZ4LjNsDRhgi4z_M7w2s6wsuNe_7zBWv/s400/The+boys+swinging.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368327360304801586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97UgE3DZ52muLD4UXVlcPLUIP7Fvw9FIopA8QEZ4jWJlXMzuL0tj0peoBsHvVL3G8agKCCrx_asCJhc2ERNLbw9TQWL2CgAyo7qUTbY5u-EM3vl45m5DMhnzY2Y2f6C1Sk_FdSsoKyFsa/s1600-h/Seth+and+the+mister.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/AVvXsEi97UgE3DZ52muLD4UXVlcPLUIP7Fvw9FIopA8QEZ4jWJlXMzuL0tj0peoBsHvVL3G8agKCCrx_asCJhc2ERNLbw9TQWL2CgAyo7qUTbY5u-EM3vl45m5DMhnzY2Y2f6C1Sk_FdSsoKyFsa/s400/Seth+and+the+mister.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368327254153455954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY0c5_3wtGlzidpgQYQMUCGll1h51LmhjIsgMwY5-_LJA3b_AxZroV3xc9afbjPNlXPfmPggdr1jTZ3niR8RtSp49n4IaDkWv2sY0s1umPkEoPY2BPqWSWoPjXT3AqnCggmQqiXIk04YON/s1600-h/Wyatt+pouring.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/AVvXsEgY0c5_3wtGlzidpgQYQMUCGll1h51LmhjIsgMwY5-_LJA3b_AxZroV3xc9afbjPNlXPfmPggdr1jTZ3niR8RtSp49n4IaDkWv2sY0s1umPkEoPY2BPqWSWoPjXT3AqnCggmQqiXIk04YON/s400/Wyatt+pouring.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368327132691110658" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The boys decided to swing for a bit. While swinging, I heard Seth say..come on man..slap me some skin. Haha Wyatt thought it was the funniest thing. They were the high five'n white guys for a good 5 mins. The other photos are just a couple of fun pictures. </span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-10405965544312870082009-08-07T10:45:00.000-07:002009-08-07T10:49:05.449-07:00Little boy...BIG Ouchie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcCsSU1mdQtO1QNfUWzZBTFj4OSSlgHMQazwEXfGYtoLQP1ZM6C3zotDM4vIZOclTv-_6rJ9djqBHuIgfLxXksq2KX_gNNCNMMRtPj0nSvY7w2VAiOzFmuJj3KIMhScHFXPO6mHV7kEiij/s1600-h/Ouch.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/AVvXsEhcCsSU1mdQtO1QNfUWzZBTFj4OSSlgHMQazwEXfGYtoLQP1ZM6C3zotDM4vIZOclTv-_6rJ9djqBHuIgfLxXksq2KX_gNNCNMMRtPj0nSvY7w2VAiOzFmuJj3KIMhScHFXPO6mHV7kEiij/s400/Ouch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367280179564743490" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><span style="font-weight:bold;">Well Wyatt is one tough little guy. Tough? Check. Capable? Check. Aware of gravity? Eh..not so much. I can't say this wouldn't have happened if I had been watching..oh I totally watched it happen. He's just faster than I am. He climbed the ladder and them went right over the top. Eeeek...didn't see that coming. </span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-89853243682963663102009-08-06T13:04:00.001-07:002009-08-06T13:08:08.385-07:00Tumble dry on low, when needed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/Mar05/Mar%204%20-%20Seth%20in%20the%20dryer/Hes%20all%20over%20the%20house/I%20crawled%20in%20while%20Mommy%20wasnt%20looking.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/Mar05/Mar%204%20-%20Seth%20in%20the%20dryer/Hes%20all%20over%20the%20house/I%20crawled%20in%20while%20Mommy%20wasnt%20looking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUONZ0q0KCaUpFoObW2UbuburqSK39cGx8oxe0jTq5QecQ5V2gH7f8joLK1cBswrxdxd05tdd6aq3kmccj7ShCpaUkb6jR2xsT4SQ6aXm30GJSShHqSe52XJpHOeyLg2kKLpjue13RX8C7/s1600-h/Wyatt+in+the+dryer.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/AVvXsEgUONZ0q0KCaUpFoObW2UbuburqSK39cGx8oxe0jTq5QecQ5V2gH7f8joLK1cBswrxdxd05tdd6aq3kmccj7ShCpaUkb6jR2xsT4SQ6aXm30GJSShHqSe52XJpHOeyLg2kKLpjue13RX8C7/s400/Wyatt+in+the+dryer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366944791882649362" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Dryers are fun. They must be. Both of my boys love the dryer. And what's not to love? Small space. Lots of light. Lots of little holes for little fingers. An echo to boot? So here are my boys..both in the dryer..both at 14 months old. Can you tell them apart? :) <span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-28019793779900740182009-08-05T17:11:00.000-07:002009-08-05T17:17:13.208-07:00The Dog Days of Summer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNrH192KuE7tUOgPdq7ncM8aOth9rOjGO0sAzL-6q6JmdCuKh8ha33B4pEE3cXO7IedDpXTPHsdjKB5jXMvjMrdCV55PWsRWeLfdwBMMbQUPcj1reTbQUTRAGrFwZ_PsisYIOtxFyfJHt/s1600-h/Sweet+Cowboy.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/AVvXsEjHNrH192KuE7tUOgPdq7ncM8aOth9rOjGO0sAzL-6q6JmdCuKh8ha33B4pEE3cXO7IedDpXTPHsdjKB5jXMvjMrdCV55PWsRWeLfdwBMMbQUPcj1reTbQUTRAGrFwZ_PsisYIOtxFyfJHt/s400/Sweet+Cowboy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366638085445735330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTtgtZK72aQyLqhCdUh1UiDtnq2aQxKTd3sQLLDw7_rBVFIfqNlX4aApGSY1fYi-uCBFzLUyzGqzAENHbsF0Gc7CYDJKC5aPlC4PH7dYz3WtuPUGkoee3p-7A4xWz_wrCv8WrtlATX1Zl/s1600-h/Sweet+Cider.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/AVvXsEgXTtgtZK72aQyLqhCdUh1UiDtnq2aQxKTd3sQLLDw7_rBVFIfqNlX4aApGSY1fYi-uCBFzLUyzGqzAENHbsF0Gc7CYDJKC5aPlC4PH7dYz3WtuPUGkoee3p-7A4xWz_wrCv8WrtlATX1Zl/s400/Sweet+Cider.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366638025369777250" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">It was 746 degrees today. Or something like that. I can't understand it but my dogs still want to go outside and find the sunniest patch of grass and grab a nap. Weird-o dogs!! But whatever, right? I mean, they don't tell me where to nap. And I guess I do understand napping when and where you can. Can't blame 'em I guess. <span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-15479397975184783262009-08-02T07:09:00.000-07:002009-08-02T07:17:30.491-07:00Arrgggggggg...it's a White Pirate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_Td6vZCFp7Q8Ebu8h8aOLD_fVT0ejCJ5L-LPwSDn6ln0gEs_G9VaKiPwreiDADbyfRdZyzDXpIlrpuTaxCVR1a2RjuFBFblAsctm7_5B99Co9IPDkmgaMsYJDtATwmBcrdoeH5z4GptE/s1600-h/White+Pirate.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/AVvXsEji_Td6vZCFp7Q8Ebu8h8aOLD_fVT0ejCJ5L-LPwSDn6ln0gEs_G9VaKiPwreiDADbyfRdZyzDXpIlrpuTaxCVR1a2RjuFBFblAsctm7_5B99Co9IPDkmgaMsYJDtATwmBcrdoeH5z4GptE/s400/White+Pirate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365369922120800578" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span>Last night I created a tasty little cocktail. I'm not saying I'm the first to mix these ingredients together..I'm not saying that this name doesn't exist somewhere. If you've had this at some frat mixer, keep it to yourself. Let me bask in the glory that is my happy concoction. It's just a take off of a White Russian. Ladies and gentlemen..I give you...the White Pirate!<br /><br />2 oz Kaluah<br />2 oz Rum<br />4 oz cream (that's right...4 oz. No one said this was good for you. Live it up.)<br /><br />As you can see from the ice cubes in Scott's White Pirate, it made for a happy drink. LOL</span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-37112364182864351162009-07-28T08:48:00.000-07:002009-07-28T08:52:14.916-07:00Out of Africa...I mean Fossil Rim<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicB1Ao7a5posEiK_c4y1gBlLwd4lVby24zWPW9gJp_qdh5uFHSicHwFcePjicI-HDTBid917HhwsR685j18_09DYyPwgOb-dTf9bHZc_AwMeWSA75HSeaGIi5Ji5nyJOWKQXC0XuwbiC0X/s1600-h/Seth+keeping+an+eye+out.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/AVvXsEicB1Ao7a5posEiK_c4y1gBlLwd4lVby24zWPW9gJp_qdh5uFHSicHwFcePjicI-HDTBid917HhwsR685j18_09DYyPwgOb-dTf9bHZc_AwMeWSA75HSeaGIi5Ji5nyJOWKQXC0XuwbiC0X/s400/Seth+keeping+an+eye+out.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363539303163528402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJEBBgZvDDj_mkMZulbCnbkGZEjn06Q51r4DOv-5fFhKxSjbeC3ReXII7aQAEO3ZbyAMfjcdvPtdBO-vQdghgDVsPgg3Wu7D44bviLsM9jv60aqqBWQW66hoqmC4li_H3i67Rr-XCvrEx5/s1600-h/Seth+is+a+silly+boy.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/AVvXsEgJEBBgZvDDj_mkMZulbCnbkGZEjn06Q51r4DOv-5fFhKxSjbeC3ReXII7aQAEO3ZbyAMfjcdvPtdBO-vQdghgDVsPgg3Wu7D44bviLsM9jv60aqqBWQW66hoqmC4li_H3i67Rr-XCvrEx5/s400/Seth+is+a+silly+boy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363539158243138210" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br />Took the whole family to Fossil Rim Zoo a few weeks ago. It's a beautiful drive through zoo. Wyatt and Seth loved it. Getting to feed the animals was a real treat. Of course making me sit in the back seat while Seth rides in the front was probably just as big of a thrill. Everyone should take a little trip out there. Beautiful cafe at the end of the trail. </span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-68499142744697660632009-07-20T11:57:00.000-07:002009-08-05T17:20:12.807-07:00Redneck Life Preserver<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjv207durDUHgzipBnqRLDPgiim9AVRM1A9XSqg6tYzWzI_jzSsNCrswmyMIFBqoW7qb2ECfLOCqocE5sbzjd6ErKQ6TvH6PfaxTVQmXLKvzxYqzvsqwxbJd9TZ9MfF9_yAtW-AhPBcYIk/s1600-h/High+tech+life+saver.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/AVvXsEhjv207durDUHgzipBnqRLDPgiim9AVRM1A9XSqg6tYzWzI_jzSsNCrswmyMIFBqoW7qb2ECfLOCqocE5sbzjd6ErKQ6TvH6PfaxTVQmXLKvzxYqzvsqwxbJd9TZ9MfF9_yAtW-AhPBcYIk/s400/High+tech+life+saver.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366638716901640722" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Saw these and it made me laugh. Just throw these here life jugs out to the fella that fell in would ya? <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-74612210328959884862009-07-20T11:45:00.000-07:002009-08-05T17:22:17.852-07:00In the Land of the Lost<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Uvows4lg2jwSsKxWHIQHjaAalHaugXdzE9ex7XdFnophahMv3i9F2DciRA79ipAH_yerwBQeDbNHNj9otQUxNclMxGwOncbhGvdrcb56-bCLZZbaVdVRfIqfZdetadmaadbBAVsZ6klm/s1600-h/Seth+and+a+big+track.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/AVvXsEh3Uvows4lg2jwSsKxWHIQHjaAalHaugXdzE9ex7XdFnophahMv3i9F2DciRA79ipAH_yerwBQeDbNHNj9otQUxNclMxGwOncbhGvdrcb56-bCLZZbaVdVRfIqfZdetadmaadbBAVsZ6klm/s400/Seth+and+a+big+track.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366639475607995218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwS92wr7ENe1U6eqWTcYLfAPSA0Bwq719eUtQ9gp35w_CuQNHDZ0x2lVB8irYzIBeN6NPHZmeWd1Re6DZcxayCYWNQsPB7t_-rFYP6wLOjW9jJcX112AwT4ey1xWPzx3d7vxlynxKHtul/s1600-h/Wyatt+runs+from+the+TRex.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/AVvXsEicwS92wr7ENe1U6eqWTcYLfAPSA0Bwq719eUtQ9gp35w_CuQNHDZ0x2lVB8irYzIBeN6NPHZmeWd1Re6DZcxayCYWNQsPB7t_-rFYP6wLOjW9jJcX112AwT4ey1xWPzx3d7vxlynxKHtul/s400/Wyatt+runs+from+the+TRex.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366639297312268274" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I kept looking over my shoulder for Big Alice the whole time at the Dinosaur Valley State Park. Was that Chaka hiding behind that rock? Hmmmm...If you are in the area, you must check out the Dinosaur Park. Real tracks. It's awesome!!<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-8473847809738043692009-07-10T07:33:00.001-07:002009-07-10T07:37:32.316-07:00104? That's just mean.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/June/June%201/At%20the%20house/Seth%20and%20Scott%20outside.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 784px;" src="http://www.whigham.org/baby/2009/June/June%201/At%20the%20house/Seth%20and%20Scott%20outside.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Seriously? 104 degrees today? I do like having a mild Texas winter but 104? That seems hateful. August is usually hotter than July. I can't imagine what will happen then. I may melt. Maybe I should have a summer home in Alaska? Oh well..until then we will just cool off the redneck way...box fan, water hose and ice pops. Here's hoping you all find a cool place in the shade.<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508136624206023857.post-39003920805757173412009-07-02T09:06:00.000-07:002009-07-02T09:09:42.355-07:00Crossword Fail<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOL71hCaztZecI8N2I2Xx-wUK4kWMzWO4h_NjWi0av0u7L5oL211clkXSMUJOZyKPohUOxFLvZxeY-PRunnGQHiyUH9EGpBWU9UaX676gVR-y_KMLMAHzgDye1nu-efHIAMKc_lN3DmknB/s1600-h/Crossword+Fail.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/AVvXsEhOL71hCaztZecI8N2I2Xx-wUK4kWMzWO4h_NjWi0av0u7L5oL211clkXSMUJOZyKPohUOxFLvZxeY-PRunnGQHiyUH9EGpBWU9UaX676gVR-y_KMLMAHzgDye1nu-efHIAMKc_lN3DmknB/s400/Crossword+Fail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353895527784426978" /></a><br />This is in Seth's "Fun with Words" puzzle book. Now I do realize that swastikas normally face the other way and yes...this would technically be an ancient symbol..it still funny to me. 99.9% of the population don't know it to be the ancient symbol. They see what I see. <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260802417304979703noreply@blogger.com1