tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987024429234989082024-03-12T21:33:40.945-07:00.-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-89293863967844730632013-02-28T17:33:00.000-08:002013-02-28T17:33:38.425-08:00life in picturesHere are 283904 more pictures (of very poor quality) that I took on my phone these last few weeks. <br />
Enjoy. <br />
Or if you hate minimally worded posts with a high volume of pictures (and a dash of sarcasm) then you should find some new reading material. <br />
Stat.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my breakfast staple...baked oatmeal with fresh fruit <br />
nuts.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ballerina in training.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I scoff at fast food most of the time, but do yourself a favor...<br />
get in the car, drive to taco time, and get the crunchy shell taco<br />
with no meat. <br />
add so much hot sauce you might die.<br />
you can thank me later.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the thing that gets me through most days.<br />
my life is sad.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">3 sick kids= 6 pillow pets, 5 blankets, and 46983 movies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my guilty pleasure. <br />
at 8:30am. <br />
health nut.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-zx8a_zV2M/US7mefRQ4fI/AAAAAAAADt8/fu6M4O4b-is/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-zx8a_zV2M/US7mefRQ4fI/AAAAAAAADt8/fu6M4O4b-is/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my new living room arrangement. <br />
hello huge faces of my children.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love craigslist Portland.<br />
'classy boob light.'<br />
yep, that's classy alright.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJom1Jj9QYI/US7mjMRvXaI/AAAAAAAADuQ/Z3UpyV9ImtE/s1600/IMG_0256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJom1Jj9QYI/US7mjMRvXaI/AAAAAAAADuQ/Z3UpyV9ImtE/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">some days I have help doing my hair.<br />
note to self: do makeup before posting a picture.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">he fell asleep on the floor.<br />
at 5pm. <br />
there was no sleeping that night.<br />
ps: I think he looks like dawson in this picture.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">same seller. different ad.<br />
still classy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bz_uTXGltB0/US7mkBGFVFI/AAAAAAAADug/bRc6QHhEEpk/s1600/IMG_0276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bz_uTXGltB0/US7mkBGFVFI/AAAAAAAADug/bRc6QHhEEpk/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">one day...the sun was shining. <br />
so beckham and I drove. <br />
and rocked out to good charlotte.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">neon?<br />
yes, please.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FH7zWvsGu0A/US7mqTQHSKI/AAAAAAAADvA/icOZns-DC38/s1600/IMG_0300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FH7zWvsGu0A/US7mqTQHSKI/AAAAAAAADvA/icOZns-DC38/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the kids are so happy to have their friend sophie back for <br />
a few months. <br />
sleepover!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z2oBr9TlFfI/US7mq91HOYI/AAAAAAAADvE/5NxbU0SDRc4/s1600/IMG_0278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z2oBr9TlFfI/US7mq91HOYI/AAAAAAAADvE/5NxbU0SDRc4/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">at the park.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmS05fB922c/US7ms1yTGBI/AAAAAAAADvQ/LymCE57HMsI/s1600/IMG_0311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmS05fB922c/US7ms1yTGBI/AAAAAAAADvQ/LymCE57HMsI/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">last week I had a 'procedure' done (colonoscopy...tmi? nope. we're all friends here.)<br />
and while looking through my phone later, I realized I had taken<br />
this picture of myself directly afterwards. <br />
hospital juice in hand, and still high from the anesthesia. <br />
obviously.<br />
awesome.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-omql2aT6S24/US7mttXWj0I/AAAAAAAADvY/rhNdB6f4W6Q/s1600/IMG_0303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-omql2aT6S24/US7mttXWj0I/AAAAAAAADvY/rhNdB6f4W6Q/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">on Saturdays I let the kids dress themselves.<br />
against my better judgment.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9OPMzoFIFc/US7mwg1vTEI/AAAAAAAADvg/SqS4zJVPOh4/s1600/IMG_0310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9OPMzoFIFc/US7mwg1vTEI/AAAAAAAADvg/SqS4zJVPOh4/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">7 years bad what?<br />
also, get some windex.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBcJtQllFa0/US7mxY0EgaI/AAAAAAAADvo/hARbe-yrY4I/s1600/IMG_0313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBcJtQllFa0/US7mxY0EgaI/AAAAAAAADvo/hARbe-yrY4I/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">after said 'procedure' my sweet friend laura (who also tended<br />
my children ALL day) brought me dinner.<br />
and the biggest box of jr. mints I've ever seen. <br />
she's a saint.<br />
ps: they are almost gone.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fD3pa04qRVA/US7mz9SqFuI/AAAAAAAADvw/ceXDzQhDlGA/s1600/IMG_0317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fD3pa04qRVA/US7mz9SqFuI/AAAAAAAADvw/ceXDzQhDlGA/s320/IMG_0317.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">someone has a loose tooth.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GBDqZtSuGZU/US7m2GFsjPI/AAAAAAAADv4/Vq2UgXTJb6Y/s1600/IMG_0323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GBDqZtSuGZU/US7m2GFsjPI/AAAAAAAADv4/Vq2UgXTJb6Y/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a picture of 'mom' by beckham.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upJ17O4wWlg/US7m3r9jy4I/AAAAAAAADwI/tVhYpyeP4-g/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upJ17O4wWlg/US7m3r9jy4I/AAAAAAAADwI/tVhYpyeP4-g/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">every now and then I have to tackle him and force him into a kiss.<br />
to which he replies, 'ewwww. grossy.' <br />
I hope he always thinks that about kissing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DdnVnczSsU/US7m49PUwGI/AAAAAAAADwQ/X3EhZbtGmX4/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DdnVnczSsU/US7m49PUwGI/AAAAAAAADwQ/X3EhZbtGmX4/s320/IMG_0335.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">are my children the only ones that trade in their full size pillow for one the size<br />
of a square of toilet paper?<br />
and then wear their socks on their hands to sleep?<br />
yes?<br />
thought so.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">abbey has been going everywhere with us lately.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">sometimes when the weather is awful, I get desperate.<br />
and paint in my entryway.<br />
don't tell my landlord.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">safety first.</td></tr>
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xo<br />
-t<br />
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-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-12517446571271288892013-02-14T20:51:00.001-08:002013-02-14T20:51:28.931-08:00hearts dayWe celebrated today in style with a pink breakfast, lots of sweets, and a candle lit dinner complete with heart shaped pizza. <br />
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and a banner in the upper left corner that <br />
REFUSED to stay up.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">gotta love mini blinds. <br />
classy.<br />
i'm such a good photographer. <br />
always paying attention to details.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">teacher gifts.<br />
the kids made a list of their favorite things about their teachers. <br />
some favorites?<br />
-your pretty long white hair.<br />
-when you don't be mad at me.<br />
-the way your face looks when you smile.<br />
-when you let me sit on your lap during story time.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i jump at any chance to use my crystal candlesticks <br />
that were a wedding gift from <br />
my great aunt.</td></tr>
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And it wasn't just today that felt special and full of hearts and love. I was spoiled this entire week with handmade cards from my 3 little sweeties. <br />
Just a portion of the cuteness, for your viewing pleasure: <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">first work of art by beckham hatfield.<br />
'baby penguin.'<br />
and one of my favorite gifts this year.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a watercolor dot to dot, dawson</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">happy valentine's day. I love you. from your lovely son,<br />
dawson.<br />
lovely? <br />
what the...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'picture of mom,'<br />
harper.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'my family,' <br />
harper.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and in case you didn't think the last picture was cute enough, <br />
in the 'my family' envelope was also this. <br />
a picture of penelope, by harper.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">date 13th feb<br />
mom you will allways be ther for me win I need it. <br />
I love you and happy valentins day. <br />
you take me fun places.<br />
I well allways remember you. <br />
from your lovely son<br />
dawson.<br />
again, with the lovely?!<br />
he is so sweet...I just love that kid.</td></tr>
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I hope they mean every single word in those misspelled little notes. <br />
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Also, a <strong>HUGE</strong> happy valentines day to this Charmer, who we missed so much today:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and by Charmer I mean the guy on the left. <br />
aka: my arm candy.</td></tr>
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The man who puts up with my obsessive furniture buying sprees and a garage full of half-finished projects. <br />
The saint who willingly gave up his half of the dresser (and the entire closet) for my outrageous collection of apparel. <br />
One of the only men on earth who I find genuinely attractive, and gets better looking each time he goes out of his way to make me laugh....which is no easy feat people. Seriously, I don't laugh much.<br />
The guy who works his buns off all week, comes home on the weekends and still musters up the energy to be Super Dad and Super Husband. <br />
My best friend. My favorite person ever. My main squeeze. <br />
He really is one of the good guys.<br />
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And an official happy valentines day to these three crazies....just in case the breakfast, décor, gifts, notes, kisses, and hugs weren't enough.<br />
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They love me even in my worst moments. They celebrate the little things. They challenge me every day and force me to look at things differently. <br />
They are responsible for teaching me what love <em>really</em> means: <br />
Love is taking a quiet moment with a little girl on a busy day. It is ignoring the laundry, dishes, and cleaning to listen to slow stuttered readings of Dick and Jane. It is running warm baths at 3:30am and washing feverish tear-stained cheeks. It is being excited about loose teeth and putting band aids on the tiniest of cuts. <br />
Love is challenging, imperfect, and hard. <br />
It means putting others' needs first. <br />
And often times means forgetting our own needs altogether. <br />
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But realtruehonestgenuineforreal love...<br />
is SO worth it. <br />
Especially if it's coming from these three.<br />
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happy hearts day, my loves!<br />
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xo, <br />
tracy (aka: mom, sexy buns (yep, he really calls me that), babe, tracy lynn)-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-79566624980629372922013-02-14T19:51:00.001-08:002013-02-15T15:37:40.714-08:00Fun Facts for Valentine's Day<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hi there, it is me again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Remember me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My name is Dylan and I am Tracy’s husband.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You might remember me because I tend to hijack Tracy’ blog every once in a while.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well I am at it again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have hacked her blog and Facebook account and wanted to post a blog that I just wrote.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted to do this for our anniversary a few months ago but I kind of missed the boat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Valentine’s Day was my next best option.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These are a few fun facts that people don’t know about when Tracy and I dated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We dated for a little over 6 months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hope you enjoy:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">-3 months after my mission, I was walking into church with 5 or 6 of my closest friends and I was about to assume our normal arrangement in the back row of the room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All of the sudden, I noticed Tracy sitting by herself on the other side of the room. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It had been about 3 years since I had seen her, so without thinking, I kept walking toward her and totally ditched all of my friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sat next to her and we started talking and catching up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We talked throughout the whole meeting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By talking, I actually mean that I was trying to ask her out as subtly as I could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wasn’t interested.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We kept talking and about half hour into the next meeting (an hour and a half of asking her out), I somehow convinced her to go on a date with me, but it had to be labeled ‘a friendly date’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How lame is that?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was weird from day one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anyway, she agreed to go out with me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">-Right after aforementioned semi-rejection, Matt Simmons came up to Tracy and gave her a hug and said that she needed to go on a date with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt better by the fact that she told him no too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wasn’t just trying to reject me, she was rejecting everyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">-I never actually called Tracy after I asked her out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Three days after church, I received a random text on my work phone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the time, I didn’t have text messaging (can you actually believe that?! How did we survive without text messaging?!) so I couldn’t tell who the message was from.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The text read, “Hey, how is your week? Tracy”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Had she not put her name in the text, I would have had no idea who it was from and I couldn’t reply.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>LUCKILY, I was able to tell it was from Tracy and I called her right then and made plans for the ‘friendly date’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I guess you could technically say that if Tracy had not put her name in that text, she never would have scored me (my confidence was pretty shaky after the semi-rejection at church so who knows if I would have had the pelotas to actually call her?)! Yeah right! I would have been the one losing out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">-Our first ‘friendly date’ was a double with Jake Root and some other chick that I have forgotten about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We went to see ‘Mr. and Mrs. Smith’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A few minutes before the movie ended, Tracy leaned over and put her head on my shoulder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was one of those, “she-touched-my-leg” moments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course I didn’t think much of it because my rejection wound was still pretty fresh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">-We ended up hanging out a few days later at Chance Hobbs’ house where we swam.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember that I went to pick Tracy up and dunk her under water and she freaked out because she didn’t want to get her hair wet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was my first indication that this chick was high maintenance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She continued to explain to me that ‘chlorine is so bad for her color-treated hair and that she would need to use a ton of product to fix it’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Okay, Tracy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Weirdo. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">This was the first picture that we took of ourselves. It was taken on our way to Hobbs' house.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">-We then hung out a few days later when I asked her to go bowling with all my friends and I.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course, she shows up with her tiny lap rat in a purse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Indication number two that this girl is probably more than I can handle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had a good time, despite the fact that I had to hold Princess Grace Kelly every time it was Tracy’s turn to bowl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Meet Grace Kelly. RIP. Seriously. We miss her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">-A few days later, we went boating with a bunch of my friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tracy and I were sitting at the front of the boat and she proceeded to tell me that she didn’t want to get married until she was at least 30 years old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not that I was thinking that I wanted to marry this girl the next day, but it was interesting to hear that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just wait, it gets better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">We had a lot of good times while boating. I have always been really mature.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">-A few days later, a bunch of friends and I were swimming over at Mark Gardner’s house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seriously, my friends and I apparently swam a lot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anyways, at this point I was definitely getting the hots for this chick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was starting to look past all of the high maintenance issues I was learning about her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, after a few hours of swimming, everyone else had left and Tracy and I were just talking in front of Mark’s house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hunger started to creep up and so we did what any two 21 year-olds would do…we hit up TB (Taco Bell, an acronym, get it?). So we both jumped on my motorcycle and headed down to TB.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is where it gets interesting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Somehow, anytime I wasn’t shifting gears with my left hand, I was holding her hand that was wrapped around my waist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I kept asking myself, ‘are we holding hands here?’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So we continued down to TB and ate probably the most unhealthy meal in the world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was such a good time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What in this world could be better than Taco Bell?!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">-</b>After TB, we rode back up to Mark’s house where Tracy’s car was parked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We sat out next to her car for a while just talking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All of the sudden I slowly went in for a kiss.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ballsy, I know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, I didn’t have the courage to just go for it so I went in right to where our lips were about to touch and held it there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a test.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If she slapped me or pushed me away, I was good because I didn’t actually ‘try’ to kiss her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It turned out that she didn’t completely reject me (for the second time) and I went in for an actual kiss.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yep, we kissed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We proceeded to kiss for a long time (I won’t tell you how long, that is a secret that I will keep to just Tracy and I </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let’s just say that it was long enough for Grace Kelly to get a very quality nap in the front seat of Tracy’s car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">-This is my personal favorite and I honestly don’t know if anyone in the world knows this next fact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The next morning, after our first kiss, I received a phone call around 8:00 AM.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still remember exactly where I was when my phone rang.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was Tracy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was really excited to talk to her until she dropped this bomb on me…she requested that I not tell anyone that we kissed!!! OUCH!!! How was I supposed to interpret that?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She claimed that my friends had ‘big mouths and she wasn’t ready for them to find out’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shot to the heart!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I complied anyways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am not even sure when she gave me permission to start to tell people that we were dating, but I remember having to be sneaky about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">-Well, 4 days later I knew that I loved Tracy and that I wanted to marry her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just didn’t know exactly how to tell her that, since she didn’t want to get married for approximately another 9 years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was really hard telling her that I loved her but when I finally went for it, I said, “Tracy, I love you and I know that we are going to get married.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was not an easy thing to say after officially dating for 4 days!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her response was, “I know.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WTH?! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know?! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know?! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was that easy for her?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was sweating bullets and pitting out trying to get those words out my mouth and all she has to say is “I know”?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whatev.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To this day she still tells me that she loved me before I loved her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tell her she just wasn’t bold enough to say it until I did (can’t blame the girl, I guess).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">-We fell in love fast and wanted to get married like the next day but unfortunately my dad was in Iraq and I really wanted him to be at the wedding so we had to wait a few months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I ended up proposing to Tracy a few months later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tried really hard to surprise her with the proposal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Apparently I did, because when I dropped to my knee, she told me that ‘she almost threw up’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WTH is wrong with this chick? I guess I will take that as a ‘good thing’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said yes despite the gag reflex that was sparked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Mesa Falls in Eastern Idaho. This is the exact spot that Tracy almost threw up on me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">-</b>Things were not always totally easy while we were dating.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One night we got into an argument and did not end on good terms when Tracy dropped me off at my mom’s house (where I was living, I was cool, I know).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I walked in my mom’s house and just started crying really hard. (I was a pretty emotional dude back then).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mom climbed out of bed, it was around 12:30 AM mind you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She saw that I was pretty upset and the first thing that comes out of her mouth was, “Dylan, is Tracy pregnant?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>HAHAHAHA That still makes me laugh to this day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will clear the air and let everyone know that she WAS NOT pregnant, and that we worked everything out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man, I am so glad we did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">-While we were dating, Tracy told me that she hates two types of cars. 1). Blue cars. 2). Saturns. It is pretty ironic now that we have had a blue Saturn for almost 4 years. I think that she really lowered her standards for me. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So let’s recap: Tracy told me no when I asked her out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our first official date was to Taco Bell.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our courtship should have lasted ~9 years but actually it could have been as short as 4 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She asked me not to tell anyone about us kissing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She almost threw up on me when I proposed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And she did not get pregnant while we were dating.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Are some of you wondering about how lucky I was?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Believe me, I still do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Cascade Lake. I had awesome hair. I want you to notice something: Tracy looks the same that she does to this day. Me on the other hand...Tracy has controlled my hair styles. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">This picture is perfect. I took this of us while driving on the freeway at ~80 mph. She didn't have any idea that I was about to lick her face. I don't think she would have been smiling if she had known. I am awesome. </span></div>
-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-20121051350431638572013-02-05T22:01:00.002-08:002013-02-05T22:01:54.376-08:00this day...Today was <strong>one</strong> <strong>of</strong> <em><strong>those</strong></em> days.<br />
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The ones that bite you in the bum and by the end of the night you feel like a 96 year old woman who has run a marathon.<br />
Uphill.<br />
In the snow. <br />
Both ways.<br />
With three children on your back.<br />
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You know those days?!<br />
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It was one of those days where you wake up at 4:30 am to find a little boy snuggled up against you and you feel his hot little body pressed up against yours. And then you inhale the smell of his clean hair and it hits you. <br />
Urine.<br />
Gotta love bed wetters. <br />
In your bed.<br />
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One of those days where you drop off two children at school, take the third to the doctor, and somewhere between the pharmacy and 'I've totally lost it' realize that you forgot to clean the mascara off above your eyes. <br />
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The day where you visit 3 different doctors offices, drive 60 miles in 4 hours, and gas is only $3.75/gallon. Holla. <br />
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The day where your kids want nothing for dinner because they ate hoards of animal crackers during said 4 hour drive. <br />
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Where all of your children end the day with stomach aches. Probably from said animal crackers. <br />
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The evening where there is arguing about dinnertime, lost Squinkies, missing socks in the laundry, a broken mirror, and 3 half-eaten dinners on the table. <br />
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The night where you take the trash out only to realize that one unnamed child failed to do his chore of bringing the garbage can back from the street. So you stand there holding the garbage and <strike>screaming </strike>requesting that he fetch the garbage can. <br />
Quickly.<br />
In the rain (shocking, I know). <br />
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The night where you go inside to use the key less entry to lock up the car for the night, only to realize that it isn't working. <br />
Make the trip back outside. <br />
In the rain<br />
To realize that for the last 3.5 hours your car was left like this by another unnamed child:<br />
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And you live in the ghetto. <br />
So you're lucky your car is still there at all. <br />
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It's been <strong>one of</strong> <strong><em>those</em></strong> days.<br />
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But it's also been a day that makes you search for the silver lining.<br />
Because if you don't look for the good, you will likely have an aneurysm and die. <br />
And then what would Harper do? <br />
Because she doesn't want me to die. <br />
<a href="http://www.splashintherain.blogspot.com/2013/01/weekend-review.html" target="_blank">Remember</a>?<br />
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A day where I can be grateful for little boys who still want to snuggle with their moms. <br />
A day where I am grateful for washing machines and modern conveniences like Tide. <br />
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One where there is a team of dedicated individuals who spent years and years going to school so they can treat my little ones. A group of people who keep my most prized possessions fine tuned and fix things when they're not: <br />
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A day where 3 curious little ones are content to find entertainment in boring, sterile surroundings:<br />
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A day where we own a car, one that is warm and keeps us dry. And that we have means to pay for gas to get us to and fro. Even if costs us an arm and leg.<br />
Where things like Monsters Inc. keep us all sane and laughing. <br />
Where animal crackers are plentiful and so are jokes about who is eating what animal's bum. <br />
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A day that makes me thankful for a sweet little boy who is always willing to help his mom get the garbage cans and be the man of the house, while the real Man is away.<br />
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with a 40GG bra on his head. <br />
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Where I can provide healthy meals to three kids. Even if they are only half eaten. <br />
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A day where we can end a horrible day with imperfectly hung felt hearts. <br />
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And chocolate milk. <br />
That gets spilled all over the table and comes within inches of the The <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1098702442923498908#editor/target=post;postID=1253822481514031055" target="_blank">Chairs</a>. <br />
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And a day where sweet little boys dress up in purple tutus, after they should be fast asleep.<br />
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Here's to a better tomorrow. <br />
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xo, <br />
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<br />-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-42448879618968616822013-01-28T18:33:00.000-08:002013-01-28T18:33:30.523-08:00weekend reviewThis weekend was AWESOME (said in a high pitch, off key, sing song soprano voice). <br />
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There was sleeping in, movie watching, dinner with friends, and cookies. <br />
Oh, and (not enough) time spent with our absentee father/husband.<br />
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There was also Craig's List. Which always makes for a good time, in my book. <br />
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I found an AWESOME (see notes above) dresser in Portland that was sleek, white, and modern.<br />
Oh, and totally damaged. <br />
It was shipped upside down and arrived at it's destination with a chipped top, detached drawer hardware, and a broken bottom. <br />
So naturally I was intrigued. <br />
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I drove the hour (past the ghetto, over the bridge, and through the homeless filled streets of downtown), loaded the 200 lb piece into my car (with some help), drove the hour home holding a drawer on my lap, unloaded the piece (with some help) and then moved it across the house alone because Dylan was occupied with the kids outside. <br />
And I am impatient so I couldn't wait the 15 minutes for his help. <br />
15 minutes feels like a lifetime when there is a project in the wings. <br />
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Anyway, after an evaluation and some pondering (and by pondering I actually mean forcing Dylan to look at it and obsessively discuss it throughout dinner and an episode of Law and Order he was trying to enjoy), we decided it needs a new bottom altogether. <br />
There was some screw tightening and placing of drawers which definitely helped the stability. <br />
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And now it's lovely. <br />
Even more than it already was. <br />
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Seriously, I am obsessed. <br />
Just ask our dinner guests...because it's all I talked about. <br />
Which is SUPER fun for everyone. <br />
I'm pretty sure they never want to come over again.<br />
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Also, not that price is important, but when you get something for $75 (damaged or otherwise) and the retail value of the piece is more than your car cost (think $2k +) price suddenly is pretty important. <br />
Because I'm high maintenance and like nice things. <br />
<br />
Just being honest.<br />
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Moving on. <br />
Although I'm sure I'll come back around to the dresser (turned buffet) since it's all I've been talking about for <strike>4 days straight</strike> the length of this post.<br />
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Another exciting thing happened this weekend. <br />
Want to hear a long story?<br />
Oh, you just did? <br />
The one about the dresser? <br />
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Okay, well the short and sweet version then: <br />
<br />
I have been taking college courses in person, full-time, part-time, and online for 12 years now. And I <em><strong>finally</strong></em> earned my Associate of Science degree. <br />
At this rate I will earn my bachelors by 2025. <br />
Holla.<br />
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my head looks ginormous.<br />
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And in other exciting news, Harper has starting writing cute little love notes to everyone in our family (including Penelope, our rat. yes we have a rat...sick, I know. <strike>Dylan </strike>The kids adore her.) :<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i love you dad. you are the best dad. i love you dad. <br />
love<br />
harper.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i love you dawson and beckham. you are the best brothers.<br />
love<br />
harper.</td></tr>
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So sweet. <br />
I love all her little misspellings and irregularities. <br />
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And then there was my note: <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i love you mom. i earn allowance. i hope you do <strike>not</strike> die.<br />
love<br />
harper.<br />
(3 hearts that actually look like tiny bums.)</td></tr>
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Not sure how I feel about my note. <br />
Although she is apparently excited about the new allowance program that we have implemented.<br />
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Happy week to everyone!<br />
Unless of course I die.<br />
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xo, <br />
tracy<br />
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ps: I wore this hat all morning and then realized it makes me look like Amelia Earhart. Not really the look I was going for. <br />
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-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-14866578328098285162013-01-24T21:19:00.000-08:002013-01-24T21:19:07.591-08:00christmas 2012Christmas came and went and I totally sucked at documenting it. <br />
And not just on this forum, but in real life. <br />
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For the last few years I have taken a plethora of pictures, leaving nothing about our holiday happenings a mystery. <br />
Oversharer. <br />
Guilty. <br />
<br />
In fact, I have a family member who has accused me of using this blog as a place to share things that are 'inappropriate.' <br />
I think she is totally off base. <br />
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If you look back through my posts (which would be horribly boring) you will see that I only overshare about things like my struggles in <a href="http://splashintherain.blogspot.com/2011/06/parenting.html" target="_blank">motherhood</a>, <a href="http://splashintherain.blogspot.com/2012/04/this-week.html" target="_blank">nudity</a> of my <a href="http://splashintherain.blogspot.com/2012/02/reason.html" target="_blank">children</a>, <a href="http://splashintherain.blogspot.com/2011/11/guest-post-i-am-thankful.html" target="_blank">groping</a>, my husband in his <a href="http://splashintherain.blogspot.com/2012/05/so-much-awesomeness.html" target="_blank">underwear</a>, and every single <a href="http://splashintherain.blogspot.com/2011/11/laces.html" target="_blank">notable</a> <a href="http://splashintherain.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-santa.html" target="_blank">moment</a> in my <a href="http://splashintherain.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-time-birthday-time-soccer-time.html" target="_blank">children's</a> lives. <br />
Awesome. <br />
<br />
Seriously don't know what she is talking about...inappropriate what???<br />
<br />
Anyway...<br />
Here are the 26 or so craptacular pictures I took this year at Christmas. <br />
Because I have gotten lazy and only snap pictures randomly if it is convenient for me, and if all my kids are cooperating. <br />
Which they never are. <br />
And then it is solely with my iphone, which I swore I would never convert to. <br />
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Christmas 2013 (in mid-January thanks to my stellar blogging/organizational skills):<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with the hatfield cousins, opening jammies on Christmas eve.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">harper finally got the beading set she has been <br />
'wanting for like 3 years but no one EVER listened.'<br />
Okkkkkay diva. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">fake Christmas eve smiles, in hopes of something other than coal in their stockings. <br />
also, creeper Dylan in the background.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">preparing snacks for santa and his reindeer.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the snacks pre-beckham</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><em>someone</em> had a sudden interest in the reindeer's carrots.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and snuck a few nibbles while backs were turned.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">writing a note to santa and the mrs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is important stuff.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and while others were writing notes, <br />
some people kept stuffing their faces...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">although i'm not naming any names.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xrjukqoMsvI/UPYwjSRJxII/AAAAAAAADX8/g-0abUAaUVg/s1600/IMG_2033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xrjukqoMsvI/UPYwjSRJxII/AAAAAAAADX8/g-0abUAaUVg/s320/IMG_2033.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">post-beckham </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i'm keeping this note forever. <br />
so cute.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we're all about fashion on Christmas eve. <br />
inside out shirt and backwards underwear. <br />
awesome.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the final snack. -1 carrot + 1 nibble, -1 sip milk, <br />
+ 1 adorable letter complete with drawing of tree.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bPp6W86z5mU/UPYxFrudxYI/AAAAAAAADaY/tAeikpzQebk/s1600/IMG_2059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bPp6W86z5mU/UPYxFrudxYI/AAAAAAAADaY/tAeikpzQebk/s320/IMG_2059.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">every 24th we read the birth story in luke. <br />
this year dawson was able to follow along. <br />
holy old.<br />
him, not me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JByJjzknlPo/UPYxHmx-CKI/AAAAAAAADak/F7SEa1an9Wc/s1600/IMG_2061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JByJjzknlPo/UPYxHmx-CKI/AAAAAAAADak/F7SEa1an9Wc/s320/IMG_2061.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and after bedtime we hit up walgreens when i realized that in my genuine<br />
awesomeness i left all the stocking stuffers in oregon. <br />
holla.<br />
ps: walgreens was full of men. </td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DozPBL9V1NU/UPYxKZl7OXI/AAAAAAAADas/8i4-jcn6PAk/s1600/IMG_2062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DozPBL9V1NU/UPYxKZl7OXI/AAAAAAAADas/8i4-jcn6PAk/s320/IMG_2062.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">christmas morning. dawson had been <strike>nagging</strike> <strike>hounding</strike> <br />
<strike>botheringmeincessantly</strike> hoping for a light saber. <br />
santa delivered.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUHBOS1xKH8/UPYxO5VVghI/AAAAAAAADa0/lYSwO493Prs/s1600/IMG_2063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUHBOS1xKH8/UPYxO5VVghI/AAAAAAAADa0/lYSwO493Prs/s320/IMG_2063.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">again with the backward shirt. <br />
and he slept this way all night. <br />
in a polo shirt. backwards.<br />
i love having a child who changes his clothes 98 times/day.<br />
not.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv_7BVpMliY/UPYxPst9XfI/AAAAAAAADa8/QhbECyPjHDo/s1600/IMG_2055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv_7BVpMliY/UPYxPst9XfI/AAAAAAAADa8/QhbECyPjHDo/s320/IMG_2055.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">excitement. and fear apparently.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8esMi0IhbE/UPYxP6tDjWI/AAAAAAAADbA/MSsIfct2rT8/s1600/IMG_2064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8esMi0IhbE/UPYxP6tDjWI/AAAAAAAADbA/MSsIfct2rT8/s320/IMG_2064.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">harper received a hello kitty cd player/karaoke machine. <br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UdFBGIDHxY/UPYxVfw5viI/AAAAAAAADbM/J2wNkM8whus/s1600/IMG_2065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UdFBGIDHxY/UPYxVfw5viI/AAAAAAAADbM/J2wNkM8whus/s320/IMG_2065.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the tree.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwAwxLqoVEs/UPYxV9KxZMI/AAAAAAAADbU/lkn3EizJfR4/s1600/IMG_2068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwAwxLqoVEs/UPYxV9KxZMI/AAAAAAAADbU/lkn3EizJfR4/s320/IMG_2068.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">despite the turtle dream light and squinkies he requested from santa, <br />
the highlight of the morning was the $.98 ball water bottle. <br />
naturally.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5XCAUUzLok/UPYxWGqPmZI/AAAAAAAADbY/HZvFMnzQQNo/s1600/IMG_2066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5XCAUUzLok/UPYxWGqPmZI/AAAAAAAADbY/HZvFMnzQQNo/s320/IMG_2066.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">happy camper.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irc1xgAXvZI/UPYxcGHCc0I/AAAAAAAADbk/bDvOq3alji4/s1600/IMG_2070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irc1xgAXvZI/UPYxcGHCc0I/AAAAAAAADbk/bDvOq3alji4/s320/IMG_2070.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">finally.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFODkw6V8gg/UPYxcIxWCKI/AAAAAAAADbo/tsdhFFBMlwk/s1600/IMG_2071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFODkw6V8gg/UPYxcIxWCKI/AAAAAAAADbo/tsdhFFBMlwk/s320/IMG_2071.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">yah!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSSo_fy6eWs/UPYxduXQZMI/AAAAAAAADb0/bLAadV8GeAQ/s1600/IMG_2072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSSo_fy6eWs/UPYxduXQZMI/AAAAAAAADb0/bLAadV8GeAQ/s320/IMG_2072.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">uncle jake spent christmas morning with us, <br />
just like he did every year during my childhood.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LWdDsbiWybQ/UPYxiur3EFI/AAAAAAAADb8/14E3_moSMkw/s1600/IMG_2075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LWdDsbiWybQ/UPYxiur3EFI/AAAAAAAADb8/14E3_moSMkw/s320/IMG_2075.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the only picture with daddy.<br />
and the worst picture <em>ever</em> of my entire family. <br />
no offense.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxnC1Rk_-tI/UPYxjAkvETI/AAAAAAAADcE/86xmkW82phU/s1600/IMG_2073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxnC1Rk_-tI/UPYxjAkvETI/AAAAAAAADcE/86xmkW82phU/s320/IMG_2073.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and one with grandma conklin.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_sm8kdovu98/UPYxkAzLdyI/AAAAAAAADcI/o1Uog7SMiUw/s1600/IMG_2080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_sm8kdovu98/UPYxkAzLdyI/AAAAAAAADcI/o1Uog7SMiUw/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and the worst family shot. <br />
ever.</td></tr>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm6t9MJKe2k/UPYxocsqg4I/AAAAAAAADcU/lR0iSS8ecc8/s1600/IMG_2085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm6t9MJKe2k/UPYxocsqg4I/AAAAAAAADcU/lR0iSS8ecc8/s320/IMG_2085.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">dawson loves uncle jake.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYWkwp8LbzY/UPYxphq9USI/AAAAAAAADcc/Pn7qmcwUZqY/s1600/IMG_2086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYWkwp8LbzY/UPYxphq9USI/AAAAAAAADcc/Pn7qmcwUZqY/s320/IMG_2086.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the shirt harper picked out for jake.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AuElph_Lls/UPYxqt7SPwI/AAAAAAAADck/sbrvifigFXA/s1600/IMG_2092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AuElph_Lls/UPYxqt7SPwI/AAAAAAAADck/sbrvifigFXA/s320/IMG_2092.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">modeling her new headband. </td></tr>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MAj6cJ63Cj0/UPYxvxfHyMI/AAAAAAAADcw/fzbL6w1wa4Q/s1600/IMG_2100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MAj6cJ63Cj0/UPYxvxfHyMI/AAAAAAAADcw/fzbL6w1wa4Q/s320/IMG_2100.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the pictures just keep getting better.<br />
and so do the outfits.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HmMMyPemDVw/UPYx1ermIzI/AAAAAAAADdE/LsH5Z17FWBQ/s1600/IMG_2103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HmMMyPemDVw/UPYx1ermIzI/AAAAAAAADdE/LsH5Z17FWBQ/s320/IMG_2103.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the walking barking dog beckham insisted on having. <br />
who he named honey. <br />
?!?</td></tr>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJt8WRrwmjc/UPYx2GOIDOI/AAAAAAAADdM/UGzpQxan2uo/s1600/IMG_2101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJt8WRrwmjc/UPYx2GOIDOI/AAAAAAAADdM/UGzpQxan2uo/s320/IMG_2101.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">santa must have been hungry.</td></tr>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lqv1UZDOgVY/UPYx2rB6XgI/AAAAAAAADdQ/NHAsBdFEIU0/s1600/IMG_2105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lqv1UZDOgVY/UPYx2rB6XgI/AAAAAAAADdQ/NHAsBdFEIU0/s320/IMG_2105.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">within minutes of opening gifts, harper had on a new outfit, <br />
new doll in hand, and was working on a new coloring book.</td></tr>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFGH2nCNA6Q/UPYx5U9HOUI/AAAAAAAADdc/vPM8GES0gjg/s1600/IMG_2107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFGH2nCNA6Q/UPYx5U9HOUI/AAAAAAAADdc/vPM8GES0gjg/s320/IMG_2107.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and some people were fast asleep...</td></tr>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmipaht-rPA/UPYx52xvx-I/AAAAAAAADdk/1kmPlq4CKoE/s1600/IMG_2106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmipaht-rPA/UPYx52xvx-I/AAAAAAAADdk/1kmPlq4CKoE/s320/IMG_2106.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...all day.<br />
in the same chair, same outfit, but different occasions.<br />
not naming any names, of course.</td></tr>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DWwvBLl0nhw/UPYx6RL1x6I/AAAAAAAADdo/hwU_6jfK2dY/s1600/IMG_2109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DWwvBLl0nhw/UPYx6RL1x6I/AAAAAAAADdo/hwU_6jfK2dY/s320/IMG_2109.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">everyone had a wonderful christmas...</td></tr>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9ZxnUtsThY/UPYx7zitndI/AAAAAAAADd0/5Hl_BwFCEZA/s1600/IMG_2113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9ZxnUtsThY/UPYx7zitndI/AAAAAAAADd0/5Hl_BwFCEZA/s320/IMG_2113.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...well, everyone who was awake for it.</td></tr>
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xo, <br />
tracy<br />
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<br />-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-54312686618822372352013-01-14T16:58:00.002-08:002013-01-14T16:58:54.073-08:00blog chain letterMy fabulous friend <a href="http://pittsfamilyblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Brianne</a> challenged me to a chain letter blog. She always has such fun ideas. Did I mention she is hilarious? Seriously....one of the funniest people I know. <br />
The guidelines for the chain letter: <br />
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1. Post 11 random things about myself.<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">2. Answer the 11 questions my nominator asked me. </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">3. Create 11 questions for my own nominees.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">4. Nominate 11 different bloggers with fewer than 200 followers. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">5. Notify them and hope they play along. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So...</span></div>
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11 random things about me: </div>
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1. I get emotionally attached to characters on TV. I cry during the show, dream about them, feel like we are real friends, and think about them constantly. Think friends, glee, law and order. </div>
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2. I <em><strong>love</strong></em> <em>love love</em> to sing. But not in front of anyone. </div>
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3. When I feel stressed or upset, wandering around any retail store makes me feel instantly better. </div>
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4. I despise exercising. I have tried to like it...to feel the 'rush' and accomplishment that comes from an increased heart rate and healthier lifestyle. </div>
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Nothing but pure hatred people. </div>
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5. I easily have 50+ pairs of shoes. It's embarrassing. </div>
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6. I have never seen Star Wars. I have never read or seen Harry Potter. I have never read or seen Lord of the Rings. </div>
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7. When I am nervous or stressed I bite the skin around my fingernails. </div>
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8. I am obsessed with food. It consumes roughly 89% of my thoughts. I've always been this way...fat kid at heart.</div>
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9. Cute napkins are really important to me. </div>
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10. I have a VERY sensitive olfactory system. Smells make it or break it for me.</div>
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11 questions that my nominator compiled: </div>
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<em>1. If you could have any profession (other than what you do right now) what would it be</em>? Nurse, professional shopper (that's a real job people), or writer. <br /> <em>2. If you had to live on one food alone for the rest of your life, what would you choose?</em> This is a hard one...I'm obsessed with food, remember? Chips and salsa. Or strawberries. Or bread. See what I mean?<br /> <em>3. What is your favorite book?</em> Secret Life of Bees.<br /> <em>4. And what about your favorite movie?</em> Anne of Green Gables. and Fun with Dick and Jane is hilarious.<br /> <em>5. Pets or no pets? Dog or cat?</em> No pets. Although we likely will have a dog. Ugh.<br /> <em>6. Where is the one place you would love to visit/vacation?</em> Europe.<br /> <em>7. What do you do at night to wind down?</em> Read food blogs.<br /> <em>8. Favorite kind of accessory?</em> Earrings.<br /> <em>9. What do you do for "me" time?</em> Go thrifting.<br /> <em>10. If you won a million dollars, what is the first thing you would buy?</em> Freedom from student loans...I live on the wild side.<br /> <em>11. Do you think it is okay to pair brown with black? What about navy and black?</em> Yes and yes. </div>
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<a href="http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Betsy Peterson</a></div>
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<a href="http://robandjacqueskaggs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jacque Skaggs</a></div>
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<a href="http://thatcrazygravesfamily.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Rory Graves</a></div>
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<a href="http://rachellehurd.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Rachelle Hurd</a></div>
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<a href="http://thatstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jen Lowry</a></div>
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<a href="http://smilesacrossthemiles.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Lisa Bisbee</a></div>
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Lisa Johnson</div>
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<a href="http://hawkinsfamily2004.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jessica Hawkins</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.vintageblueballoon.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Sarah Roberts</a></div>
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<a href="http://sorensonshome.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jen Sorenson</a></div>
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I'm pretty sure I need more Jen's in my life. </div>
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xo, </div>
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tracy</div>
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-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-66743290470648279072013-01-11T17:42:00.002-08:002013-01-11T17:42:53.678-08:00life in picturesToday I transferred all my pictures from my phone to my computer. <br />
Because it is having problems and not working and taking forever to do the <span style="font-size: xx-small;">littlest</span> things. <br />
And every time I go to send a text, take a picture, or log online (you know, the important things) I find myself cursing <strike>aloud for all to hear</strike> in my head about how I might 'lose it at any second.'<br />
Seriously. <br />
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But I also transferred them because I had 2591 pictures on my poor tiny little phone....which is probably part of the reason it is takingforevertodothe<span style="font-size: xx-small;">littlest</span>things.<br />
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And on that random nonsensical note, a few of my favorite pictures...new and old.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">jen got her ears pierced. <br />
finally.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">pardon?</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAxWJ8FdMjM/UPC1ieQCyjI/AAAAAAAADKg/tKpW7upMJvw/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAxWJ8FdMjM/UPC1ieQCyjI/AAAAAAAADKg/tKpW7upMJvw/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">health nuts.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pG10b4FG5xo/UPC1kUX5aOI/AAAAAAAADKo/y_N5lHgdeHc/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pG10b4FG5xo/UPC1kUX5aOI/AAAAAAAADKo/y_N5lHgdeHc/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i miss them. <br />
every day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtQh1XPgwd4/UPC1kjbJ3jI/AAAAAAAADKs/HeKPc4fDzDA/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtQh1XPgwd4/UPC1kjbJ3jI/AAAAAAAADKs/HeKPc4fDzDA/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">dylan LOVES these glasses of mine.<br />
not.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-h-GGJCOS4/UPC1pBNof5I/AAAAAAAADK8/rYGej3Olxhg/s1600/IMG_0452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-h-GGJCOS4/UPC1pBNof5I/AAAAAAAADK8/rYGej3Olxhg/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">looks comfy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">citrus.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZKUxbOaQNw/UPC1sdizv7I/AAAAAAAADLM/VhGXyVa6uqI/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZKUxbOaQNw/UPC1sdizv7I/AAAAAAAADLM/VhGXyVa6uqI/s320/IMG_0589.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">farmers market bouquet.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we met a little old lady with a blueberry bush in her yard.<br />
she gave me berries a few times this summer and we froze some. <br />
delish.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">cuteness.<br />
even if they are little piggies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i miss summer. <br />
and the park. <br />
and little exhibitionists.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">heirlooms at the market.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i have (almost) perfected artisan bread.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my ever-growing collection of fall gourds.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the sweetest handmade dolls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">oh the wisdom of panda.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">weekend get away.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...what happens when 'someone' steals your phone...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">fish eggs at the hatchery.<br />
it was amazing and interesting. <br />
important work, people.<br />
i'm totally serious.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">astoria</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">they are getting TOO big.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...dylan is living in washington state right now for a rotation, <br />
so we facetime in the evenings. <br />
and this is what he does to entertain me. <br />
notice my response in the upper left corner.<br />
he tries so hard.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the man of my dreams.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a nativity puzzle.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the '80s called.<br />
they want their hot pants back.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2 pinks in one pack?<br />
luckyyyyy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my new vest. <br />
and beckham insisted all day that 'mom is a raccoon.'<br />
awesome.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">baby liam. <br />
so handsome.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">fruit snacks + 8 hour car ride =<br />
dinosaur.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my favorite purchase this week. <br />
tribal 3/4 sleeve dress.<br />
so cute with tights and wedges.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">midnight. <br />
i am going to hate myself in the morning.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">vintage tulip chair. <br />
$5 at thrift city.<br />
cleaned up SO well from its previous state. <br />
i'm considering having it painted. <br />
suggestions on color?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this little boy spent the better part of an afternoon insisting <br />
that his apple was 'a baby dinosaur.'<br />
ooooookay.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">black eye = all boy.<br />
baby doll = sweet boy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">our romantic anniversary dinner.<br />
we are high class. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and more face time pictures. <br />
my family is so pretty.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">still hot.<br />
you're welcome betsy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the new bed tent that beckham insists on sleeping in...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...every night.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i live in such a beautiful place.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">dinner most nights.<br />
there are<em> some</em> perks to be spouse-less.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">let it snow.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12Ng3wQXqPM/UPC-mNUE3iI/AAAAAAAADRs/i9xDDxc0ehY/s1600/IMG_2176%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12Ng3wQXqPM/UPC-mNUE3iI/AAAAAAAADRs/i9xDDxc0ehY/s320/IMG_2176%5B1%5D.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">chevron, hounds tooth, zig zag, floral, stripes, nordic.<br />
i think i need more patterns in my life. <br />
and in my living room.</td></tr>
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xo, <br />
tracy-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-6480004723179156452012-12-05T20:42:00.001-08:002012-12-05T20:42:33.845-08:00dear dawsonDear Dawson, <br />
Lately I feel like I haven't taken the time to tell you how I feel about you.<br />
Because sometimes life is busy and hectic and passes by too quickly. <br />
<br />
I love laying next to you in bed at night and listening to your soft voice read the words on the pages. <br />
It is the only time during the day that you are completely focused. <br />
No jabbering.<br />
No questions. <br />
Just quiet thoughtful words. <br />
<br />
Listening to you play with Harper and Beckham has become a favorite pass time of mine. You are a wonderful brother. <br />
Your siblings expect so much from you. They learned that from me. <br />
But you always seem to rise to the occasion. <br />
<br />
Don't get me wrong...there are times when you are the copycat, the <span style="background-color: white;">instigator</span>, the one who makes up stories about monsters under the bed. <br />
And I've never had one, but I hear that's what brothers do.<br />
<br />
Since you started school in September, I feel like your innocence is slowly slipping away.<br />
It is heart breaking for a mother. <br />
<br />
Sometimes you question boundaries. <br />
Sometimes you don't watch your words. <br />
Sometimes you burp the entire alphabet at the table during dinner. <br />
<br />
Oftentimes we don't see eye to eye.<br />
<br />
But it seems that just when I am feeling frustrated or confused by it all, you slip your tiny hand into mine as we walk into the school. Or curl up next to me on the couch to watch a movie. Or request a blue heart-shaped pancake. <br />
<br />
And I realize that you are still my sweet little boy. <br />
One of the only perfect things I've ever done. <br />
<br />
And I hope you realize that I am learning too. <br />
That I'm nowhere close to perfect.<br />
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Sometimes my expectations are too high. <br />
Sometimes I don't listen enough. <br />
And I always roll my eyes when you burp the entire alphabet at the table. <br />
<br />
But know that no matter what, I will always love you. <br />
I will always be proud of you. <br />
And you will always be my little boy. <br />
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xo, <br />
mom<br />
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<br />-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-85695638718372474742012-11-20T12:15:00.002-08:002012-11-20T12:15:48.458-08:00halloweenIt's almost Thanksgiving so I thought I should document the last holiday. <br />
I'm so prompt.<br />
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Halloween was a rush this year...our day was completely packed with festivities. Which was just fine with wolverine, ninja, and flower fairy. <br />
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Yep, a flower fairy. <br />It's a real thing. <br />
Look it up. <br />
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We started the day with a spooky breakfast for our 3 little monsters: <br />
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spiders and body parts.</td></tr>
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On the menu?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">red apple juice, pancakes with chocolate chip eyes and mouth, <br />
apples with peanut butter and almond slivers, <br />
lime yogurt with little bones in them. </td></tr>
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The kids all had small parties in their respective school classes that day. <br />
Harpers class did a parade so all the littles could show off their costumes. <br />
For some reason, teeny tiny pirates and swarms of little fairies are so much cuter than full sized ones. <br />
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The boys loved watching the kids. <br />
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And some trivia for you...Did you know that flower fairies are still <em>REALLY</em> sassy?<br />
You might think that some of their fairy sweetness would rub off on even the toughest little girls. <br />
Nope. <br />
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After the parade we met up with a gaggle of friends and went trick or treating in old downtown Forest Grove. <br />
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The shop owners in town were so very generous and the kids loved showing off their costumes. Plus it was raining the majority of the time, so they got to slop through puddles. <br />
Which they loved.<br />
I tried to bribe my children to avoid this...: <br />
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again, taking pictures while driving. <br />
safety first.</td></tr>
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...by offering to buy them an entire bag of candy at the store. <br />
They didn't go for it. <br />
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After downtown we hit up a trunk or treat. <br />
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They were completely exhausted by the end of the day. <br />
And they got WAY too much candy.<br />
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And I've since gained 4 pounds. <br />
Seriously. <br />
Happy (very late) Halloween!!<br />
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xo, <br />
tracy<br />
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-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-58572522982330350892012-11-18T18:14:00.002-08:002012-11-18T18:14:24.183-08:00a quick painful death<br />
My computer died.<br />
Just shut off right in the middle of a wonderful blog post I had poured my heart and soul into. <br />
<br />
That last part was a lie. <br />
But it really did die. <br />
With no warning...<br />
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And then I totally freaked out and got all hysterical because I may or may not have been backing it up like I was told <strike>over and over and over</strike> to do. <br />
I'm awesome like that. <br />
<br />
Once I stopped hyperventilating and realized that the world was still intact, I took my broken little computer full of baby pictures, papers I've written for classes, and those infamous embarrassing pictures of my spouse to a repair man who was able to work miracles and pull them all off. <br />
Crisis averted.<br />
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Luckily I'm getting a new laptop this week, so don't fret about missing my onceamonthpostwhereirambleabouteverythingandnothing.<br />
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You're welcome. <br />
<br />
In the meantime, I thought I should share a couple craptactular iphone shots from the last few weeks.<br />
Just so you knew I hadn't forgotten about you.<br />
All 14 of you. <br />
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You're welcome.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">not cheesy at all.<br />
and yes, i'm a pirate.<br />
arrrrrrrrrrr.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">three tiny people.<br />
anxious to go outside.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">sick babies are so sad.<br />
and also kind of awesome <br />
because of their sudden interest in cuddling.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we had a sunny day this week...holla.<br />
that means picnics and reading outside.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">some days are just exhausting.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">what will i do when i can't go to the goodwill and <br />
find brand new $30 converse shoes for $5??</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my first attempt at pie. <br />
my crust was awful. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">attempt #2. <br />
i ate the entire pan myself.<br />
practice makes perfect...<br />
and makes fat rolls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">how the kids entertain themselves while i am cooking.<br />
laying out 284920 flashcards on the floor.</td></tr>
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i want something abstract for the bare wall.<br />
because the room isn't random enough as is.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this girl never falls asleep in the car.<br />
and i snap pictures while i'm driving..<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving week friends. <br />
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xo, <br />
tracy<br />
<br />-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-49862472495025456792012-11-12T22:46:00.001-08:002012-11-12T22:46:36.874-08:00five<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Our little girl turned five last week. </div>
And I'm feeling old, and a little sad, and a little tiny bit in denial about it. <br />
She is getting SO big.<br />
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She requested a date night with both parents. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">craptacular picture courtesy of my iphone. <br />
holla.</td></tr>
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We took her to see a local children's play, Anne of Green Gables. <br />
Dylan and I thought it was ridiculously horrible. <br />
Think screeching felines in heat.<br />
But Harper loved it. <br />
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Puffed sleeves and all.<br />
Success. <br />
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She also requested a family dinner complete with Lipton noodle soup, mandarin oranges in 'tiny cups,' and bread sticks.<br />
Because we're fancy like that.<br />
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She chose to decorate cupcakes in lieu of a cake...<br />
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...which was not that surprising because of her love for all things artistic.<br />
And her love of cupcakes. <br />
Duh. <br />
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This has been a big year for Harper. <br />
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She started going to school full-time at an art-based school that she LOVES. Her teachers told me last week in her conference that she is a 'model student' and is very helpful with the other kids.<br />
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She learned all her letters and sounds this last year, due in large part to her amazing preschool teachers. <br />
She is starting to read simple words and is very excited about it. <br />
She also can sign all of the letters. <br />
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She enjoys coloring and painting. <br />
And anything makeup, pink, or sparkly... <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">princess slippers for her 'how to be a princess' movie</td></tr>
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...oh, and unicorns. <br />
Creeeeeeepy.<br />
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Some things about the birthday girl: <br />
Harper writes with both hands, and hasn't decided yet which she prefers. <br />
Beautiful long hair is on her wish list. She has been growing it for 3 years and it is almost to her bum.<br />
Everywhere we go people comment on her beautiful hair and her eyelashes...they're outrageous. <br />
Consequently, I am jealous of both.<br />
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If I had to describe Harper in 5 words they would be: <br />
-stubborn<br />
-independent<br />
-sarcastic<br />
-smart<br />
-short fused (yes, I am aware that is 2 words)<br />
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If Dylan had to describe Harper in 5 words they would be: <br />
-beautiful<br />
-obstinate<br />
-silly<br />
-dramatic<br />
-sweet (when she is sleeping)<br />
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Harper, the day I went into labor with you I took a long walk with Grandma Conklin to get myself ready for your arrival. It was cool outside and the ground was covered in leaves. <br />
I stopped every so often and picked up leaves of different shapes and colors along the way. <br />
Really, I was just filling time until I had you in my arms. <br />
I still have all those leaves. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">outside our home october 29 2012</td></tr>
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And every crisp autumn afternoon, I think about that walk and the moments before you were born. I think about those beautiful leaves I have, each one different and unique.<br />
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Harper, you are a unique little person. <br />
Dad and I have often talked about how your personality was designed just for you. <br />
You will never be like anyone else. <br />
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Harper, you will likely always be my red headed beauty, strong willed and stubborn. <br />
You will likely be spirited, dancing to the beat of your own drum.<br />
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And you will always <em><strong>always</strong></em> be my fancy little girl. <br />
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Happy birthday!<br />
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Love, <br />
Mom<br />
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<br />-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-67767413647321092582012-10-25T11:14:00.002-07:002012-10-25T11:44:02.333-07:00dawsons birthdayguess what?<br />
dawsons birthday was a month ago and i am finally posting about it. <br />
i'm <em><strong>so</strong></em> on the ball. <br />
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better late than never. <br />
at least that is what i am telling myself...to justify not only my tardiness, but the upcoming posts which are also <strike>ridiculously</strike> fashionably late. <br />
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dawson turned six on october 4th. <br />
he feels so old. <br />
and so do i.<br />
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i swear it was just yesterday that i looked like this: <br />
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because it is so hideous. <br />
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and he looked like this:<br />
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and now he looks like this: <br />
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with the kids all being at different schools (on different schedules, with multiple pickup/drop off times...it's awesome. i'm basically a taxi service), it has given us some time with the kids individually. we were able to take dawson out for a birthday lunch...he picked taco bell (wth?!) and was thrilled that dylan could meet us. <br />
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true to form, dawson had grandiose plans for his big day. <br />
they included chuck e cheese, a bowling party, and a super hero themed costume party. he wanted all his favorite friends who have moved (far) away to drive here for the party and he wanted all his cousins in attendance. <br />
but true to form, he was completely content with hand written cards from his siblings, a crown made by his classmates, and dinner at home with his friend ben.<br />
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weirdest meal ever. <br />
and he loved it.<br />
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and there was cake. <br />
and a big wish which included a monster truck (a real one, not a toy), a visit from his friend sophie, and lots of cake. <br />
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it took dawson approximately 16 tries to blow all the candles out. <br />
among other family traits, he has my grandma dorothy's lungs. <br />
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dawson has been an absolute dream child. <br />
he is bright, thoughtful, caring, and inquisitive. <br />
he starts talking the moment he wakes up, and doesn't stop until past bedtime. <br />
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dawson loves reading. he just finished a 304 page book and is always requesting more books.<br />
he loves playing with friends, sports, super heroes, and art.<br />
dawson is a good eater but is hesitant to try new things (he is his father's son). <br />
people say he looks just like dylan. <br />
i don't see it, but i consider it a compliment. <br />
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dawson loves harper and beckham and is always the mediator. <br />
he is sensitive. <br />
and kind. <br />
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he is silly and laughs quickly. <br />
when i ask him what he wants to be as an adult, he says wolverine. <br />
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we love you dawson. <br />
may you always have grandiose plans for your life, be content with what you have, and may all your biggest wishes come true. <br />
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xo, <br />
mom-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-59832500312615002982012-10-16T21:22:00.000-07:002012-10-16T21:22:32.078-07:00may through today, part 2Didn't get your fill yesterday?<br />
Well here are 126 more pictures for you. <br />
That should hold you over until I post again in 6 months....<br />
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We took the kids to the Washington County Fair. <br />
They loved the petting zoo and the butterfly exhibit. <br />
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We visited the Chalk Art festival in Forest Grove this summer. Local children, adults, businesses and artists rent sidewalk squares downtown and work their magic. <br />
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Someone lost their first tooth. <br />
And the tooth fairy could not find the <span style="font-size: xx-small;">teeny tiny</span> tooth ANYWHERE. <br />
Fail. <br />
Don't worry, it turned up a few days later. <br />
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We spent every Wednesday evening at the Farmers Market downtown. Wonderful food, produce, and the most beautiful flowers I've ever seen. <br />
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We spent a lot of time outside and one day we met a little friend: <br />
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I have been working on little projects here and there. One of the treasures I found was a dresser that I am using as a buffet. The seller, Robert, was selling the piece because he was starting a new life in California. The piece was hand built by his great great great grandfather and had been in his family 140+ years. I promised him I would love the piece forever, and I plan to do just that. He even took the original skeleton key off his keyring and gave it to me. He said it had been on his ring for years. It broke my heart a little. <br />
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I loved the character of the body, so applied an antique cream top but left the imperfections alone.<br />
It is adorned with our fall gourd collection right now. <br />
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Dawson and Harper wanted to play soccer this year. <br />
5 minutes into the first practice Harper quit. <br />
She wants to do ballet instead. But playing games on the iphone will do. <br />
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We got a new pet. <br />
I wasn't excited about it. <br />
Because who really wants to own a rodent?<br />
But Penelope has grown on me...and <strike>the kids</strike> Dylan loves her. <br />
Immensely. <br />
It's actually a little embarrassing.<br />
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I have been doing some thrifting. <br />
Surprised?<br />
I found these BRAND NEW Salt Water sandals for $2! Score.<br />
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I learned to make artisan bread. <br />
And it is delicious. <br />
Like eat-your-own-body-weight-in-bread-in-a-week good. <br />
Fatso.<br />
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And this week we visited the pumpkin patch. We made the trip with Harper's school class. The kids thought it was great...we rode a ferry, went on a train ride, and topped it off with kettle corn. <br />
Only in Oregon would people tromp through the mud and rain to pay $20 for a pumpkin that costs $.40 at Winco. <br />
It's worth it for the memories though. <br />
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And I'm caught up!<br />
Yessssssss.<br />
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xo, <br />
tracy-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-92015198332717203492012-10-15T19:28:00.000-07:002012-10-15T19:28:08.108-07:00may through today, part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
A friend of mine was behind on her blog and her sister suggested doing a short write up of important events with a few pictures to get caught up, instead of a separate post for each one.</div>
And I'm copying her idea because I have become the most craptacular blogger in history. And I need to get caught up. And I'm desperate. <br />
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I have thousands of pictures from our summer in Idaho. So these are random, in no order, and many are from my phone, so are probably really low quality. <br />
You're welcome. <br />
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we have been friends since I was 17 and I absolutely love her.</td></tr>
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I got to spend every day with little Grace while we were living in Idaho. She would come sit out by the pool with me and would sneak into our bed in the mornings and lay her little head on my feet under the covers. I am so glad for the time I had with her this summer. I've missed her terribly these last few years.<br />
She died a few weeks ago from a massive heart attack. <br />
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After returning home from Idaho, we spent every. single. day at the park.<br />
Often in the company of these hooligans: <br />
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Because the weather was divine and it wore the kids out and I knew that soon the rain would come and I would despise life every day for the next 10 months...but who's counting?!<br />
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One of our first days back at the park, Dawson was riding his bike on the skateboard park and was flattened by a GROWN man, also on a bicycle. He ended up with a dislocated finger, lots of cuts and bruises, and a broken middle finger. He was wearing a helmet, luckily:<br />
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I finally joined every other Oregonian and got Toms. I'm official:<br />
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We made a trip to Lincoln City with the Conklin family. I look forward to our week there every year. <br />
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The kids started school in September. <br />
All three of them. <br />
That means that every Tuesday and Thursday I have 2 glorious child-free hours. <br />
Holla. <br />
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Dawson started morning Kindergarten: <br />
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Harper is going full days at an art based preschool: <br />
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And I think she always looks so cute that most days I make her stop for a picture. <br />
Yep, I'm <em><strong>that</strong></em> mom.<br />
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Beckham is in preschool, the same school Dawson and Harper both attended:<br />
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We spent almost every happy hour at Sonic. We LOVE it there and LOVE having one so close: <br />
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One weekend we made an impromptu trip to Tillamook: <br />
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We added another baby to the Conklin side of the family. Liam Wallace Doherty was born to my sister Jennifer. He's so cute and I am dying to meet him. We already love him.<br />
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My sister Betsy and niece Chandler made the trip from Utah and stayed with us for a whole week. It was a blast. I wish all my sisters could live here. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">chandler: 'shopping is so boring...i have resorted to eating my own hands.'</td></tr>
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We made a trip to Seaside while Betsy and Chandler were here.<br />
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It was a lovely day at the beach and a lovely week with family.<br />
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While writing this speed blog (with 97 pictures), I have been thinking about how fast the time is passing by. I just know that the next time I blink too long, our time here in Oregon will be over. <br />
Dylan is 1/2 way done with his final year in Optometry school. We should know by Spring where we'll be moving with the Air Force and where our next adventure will take us. <br />
I am praying for somewhere dry. <br />
And sunny. <br />
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But these last 3.5 years have taught me that even if it rains 10 months of the year, even if we live in a tiny little town in the middle of nowhere USA, and even if we are way too far from family...<br />
We will be fine. <br />
And we'll learn to love it. <br />
And will probably even be a little sad when it is over. <br />
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xo, <br />
tracy-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-14295266261865452742012-09-11T22:58:00.000-07:002012-09-11T22:58:26.347-07:00september 11September 11th has special meaning in more than one way for me.<br />
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It is the day we mourn the loss of so many lives and remember how we came together as individuals, communities, and as a nation. It is a time for us to reflect on our feelings from that cool Autumn morning and the chill that we felt as we watched the crumbling of the towers. An opportunity to pay tribute in our own way to the men and women who cleaned up the destruction and slowly pieced back together a strong hope in the hearts of the American people.<br />
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A day to remember.<br />
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It is also the day in my life 7 years ago, that I accepted a proposal from this guy: <br />
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It is the day that marked the beginning of a new time in my life; A time free of past pain and insecurity, full of happiness and growing. It is a day when I reflect on my feelings during that freezing hike to Mesa Falls where I stood stunned and surprised, but sure and content.<br />
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It provides an opportunity to reflect on the kids we were then...<br />
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...and the family we have become. <br />
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A day that changed my life forever. <br />
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If I could revisit that cold Autumn day and hear those sweet promises of love and commitment whispered to me again, I would say yes a million times over. <br />
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I will always hold September 11th as a special day in my life.<br />
A day to remember.<br />
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xo, <br />
tracy-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-9083622234442995442012-09-05T23:17:00.003-07:002012-09-05T23:17:37.263-07:00birthday boyLast week we celebrated 3 years with this little guy: <br />
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The last couple years have been a whirlwind. We moved to a new state, finished years 5, 6, and 7 of school for Dylan, moved 4 times, and somehow now have 3 school aged kids.<br />
But even with all the adjustments and distractions, we have enjoyed every single minute that Beckham has been in our family.<br />
That's not an exaggeration. <br />
We think he is the funniest, cutest, most special little person. <br />
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Even though the thought of him growing up breaks my heart a little (or a lot... I might have even cried last week while watching Glee...Quinn was giving birth and it made me reminisce a bit) there are a few things that make me smile and I hope I never forget: <br />
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-He is very athletic. Watch out Michael Jordan, Tiger Woods, Peyton Manning, and all the greats. This boy loves all sports...bowling, golf, baseball, football, basketball...anything <em>ball.</em> <br />
He's going to be a star.<br />
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-Beckham adores all bugs. He spends as much time as I'll let him out on the front porch searching for 'lagy bugs' and it is the sweetest thing. Until I find Ziploc bags full of corpses all over the house or wake up to find a spotted friend crawling on my arm. <br />
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-Worst. Sleeper. Ever. <br />
Still doesn't sleep. At night that is. <br />
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-Favorite foods include tomatoes, milk, cucumbers, celery, jerky, almonds, and carrots. And ALL junk food...he is my son after all.<br />
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-If he could pick anywhere to live, it would be a nudist colony. He does not believe in clothes. And is naked most of the time. <br />
This is a <span style="font-size: x-small;">teeny tiny</span> portion of the naked pictures I have of this kid.<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Teeny tiny, <span style="font-size: small;">people</span>.</span><br />
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-He is a handful. <br />
And is a boy. <br />
Dangerous combination. <br />
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-He loves his best friend Luke. <br />
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When I was in labor with Beckham, Dylan was already living in Oregon, so I knew the journey would be mine alone. <br />
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It felt a little strange to be alone, but as I laid there in that hospital room and prepared to make room in my <strike>life</strike> heart for another little spirit, I cherished that time alone....thinking about how he would look and what his personality would be like.<br />
He entered this world quickly and quietly. <br />
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I soon realized that the space I made for him in my life was not nearly big enough for the laughter, personality, humor, and love he would bring. <br />
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We love you Beckham and we're so grateful you are in our family. Happy happy birthday!<br />
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xo, <br />
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Mommy-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-74426383035666116032012-07-09T21:58:00.002-07:002012-07-09T22:09:35.261-07:00magicThere is an expectation that when visiting grandparents house, magic happens. Memories and experiences that are far superior to any others should be created. <br />
I remember fondly our trips to Oregon to visit my own grandparents...hours in the hot sun by the swimming pool, cartwheels on the front lawn, Dreamsicle cones, and watching hummingbirds stop by to visit. I remember distinctly the smell of the red flowers that bloomed by the front door and the way the fertilizer smelled. Every now and then I catch a scent that reminds me of those warm summer days.<br />
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True to form, our time so far in Boise has proved that nothing is as magical as a trip to see the grandparents. <br />
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One morning we heard chirping inside the house and found a baby bird in the hallway.<br />
Cleo the cat had carefully carried it inside and left it for us to find.<br />
The kids spent the morning helping their grandma nurse it back to health: <br />
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They showed it plenty of love: <br />
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Whispered sweet words of encouragement: <br />
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And showed it proper flying form: <br />
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Later that day we put the bird on the front lawn alone and he hobbled away.<br />
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We told the kids that it left to find its family. <br />
And I'm pretty sure that's a true story. <br />
At least that's what I'm telling myself.<br />
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As soon as we arrived in Idaho the kids were introduced to 5 tiny caterpillars. Grandma explained that in time they would turn into butterflies. <br />
They were intrigued with the entire process: <br />
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Some children were more intrigued than others....constantly watching the net and poking the cocoons in hopes of helping them break out early: <br />
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There was MUCH concern for the caterpillars:<br />
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After <strike>what felt like weeks on end </strike>days of waiting and anticipation, our 5 butterflies finally hatched. <br />
It was amazing watching them wiggle their way out of their self-made homes. <br />
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Again, some of the children were more interested than others: <br />
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We watched them for a few days and fed them sugar water on fresh roses: <br />
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Said our goodbyes: <br />
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And bid farewell to our new friends: <br />
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And we had our first encounter with a blood sucking fury ball of horror. <br />
A bat.<br />
I'd never seen one up close and personal. The kids had not either. <br />
I can assure you there was LOTS of screaming when the bat took flight. <br />
And it wasn't from the children: <br />
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Here's to the many more memories in store for the Summer.<br />
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xo, <br />
tracy-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-52001337118709844202012-06-13T19:55:00.001-07:002012-06-13T19:55:24.011-07:00graduationDon't be misled by the title of this post. <br />
No no.<br />
Dylan did not graduate.<br />
He still has <strike>an eternity</strike> 11 months of school left....not that I'm counting.<br />
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But we did have a preschool graduation for Dawson and Harper.<br />
Dawson starts kindergarten in the fall...what the?!<br />
Harper will do one more year of preschool.<br />
And since they were in the same class (their teachers are saints...with a touch crazy for taking them both, if you ask me) we got to see them both perform in their program. <br />
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The students all walked in with their 'caps' on. <br />
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They did a patriotic-themed singing program, complete with 'Grand Ol' Flag' and 'This Land'...it was precious.<br />
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Harper was singing so loudly, the stained glass windows were rattling. <br />
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One of the highlights of my life is seeing her do something she loves. <br />
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But regained momentum when they received their 'diplomas.'<br />
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Luckily, refreshments were served shortly thereafter.<br />
Which were a <em><strong>BIG</strong></em> hit.<br />
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Then it was time for more pictures. <br />
Because the 327 I had already were barely enough.<br />
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The kids have been going to Wonder World for 3 years now, with Lynda and Chris as their teachers. Dawson loves Lynda and Harper has a soft spot for Chris...mostly because she wears purple eyeshadow. <br />
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And then it was time for pictures with friends. <br />
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reagan is one of the few people who harper was ALWAYS excited to see.</td></tr>
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grant is a year older, so was not in dawsons class. <br />
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We are so proud of our little graduates and thrilled we could be there for their big day!<br />
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xo, <br />
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</div>-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-61493229133579279282012-06-12T23:34:00.001-07:002012-06-12T23:34:10.380-07:00tee ballWe have been having so much fun in Boise that I haven't even been taking pictures. Because apparently I don't care to remember our time here. <br />
Which is not true at all...but because of my laziness, I am having to share things that happened several months ago. Which I did document with pictures. And which I <em><strong>should have</strong></em> documented on our blog. <br />
I'm all about organization. <br />
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Side note: Apparently I was rather vague in my blog/facebook announcement of our temporary move to Boise. So, in order to clarify, our ENTIRE family came to Boise TOGETHER...Dylan came with. <br />
And he and I are happily married. <br />
Still. <br />
Even though apparently I didn't previously mention that. <br />
He is doing his first of 4 rotations in Boise, so we made the move to be closer to family for the summer months. <br />
We are still a big fat happy family. <br />
<br />Before we left Forest Grove (all together, just to reiterate), Dawson and Harper played tee ball. <br />
They LOVED it. <br />
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Except for the last game when Harper refused to play. Which happened to be the only game when I remembered my camera.<br />
See?<br />
Organization I tell you. <br />
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I decided not to force the issue. <br />
I'm learning to pick my battles with that little girl. <br />
Like last week when we had the following conversation: <br />
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Harper (age 4): Aunt Jennifer, do you smoke cigarettes?<br />
Jennifer: No. <br />
Harper: I can't wait until I'm old enough to smoke cigarettes. <br />
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Awesome. <br />
It was <em><strong>definitely</strong></em> one of my prouder parenting moments.<br />
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Back to tee ball...they loved it. Harper demanded attention from everyone in attendance, choosing to walk slowly around all the bases while everyone anticipated her arrival at home base. <br />
To which she would smirk, and then swat at the base. <br />
All the while making a 'I couldn't care less' face that she has, in my opinion, mastered. <br />
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We loved going to watch the kids play and see our little ball players out on the field. <br />
Like this little boy, who only got better as the season went on: <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">player #8, dawson hatfield.</td></tr>
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in tee ball, a home run =<em><strong> any</strong></em> contact with the ball.</td></tr>
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is it just me, or is he the most handsome boy?</td></tr>
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dawson: stop hitting me. <br />
opponent: i don't have to.<br />
dawson: if you touch me again, i'm going to punch you in the face. <br />
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i'm not lying. and i'm pretty sure he meant every word.<br />
don't mess with the hatfields.</td></tr>
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And while Dawson was playing and I was being the paparazzi, there was one loyal fan who always went along.<br />
He cheered. <br />
He clapped. <br />
And sometimes there was a bit of sulking. <br />
Just a little. <br />
And only because he was so desperate to get out on the field and play.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">it was torture for him. <br />
he would sit on the team bench and just stare.<br />
heart. breaking.</td></tr>
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Every now and then, he would get sick of <strike>hoping</strike> waiting and would finally go find something else to do. <br />
Like play a game of catch with himself.<br />
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And sometimes a little red hair girl who couldn't care less about tee ball, would have a brilliant plan to help distract the boy. <br />
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she did care about some things.<br />
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And she would give him under dogs.<br />
And teach him to pump his legs.<br />
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xo, <br />
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ps: i got an iphone this week. it's the MOST exciting thing. i am finally a grown up.-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-86895667338281830042012-05-13T22:34:00.000-07:002012-05-13T22:34:35.089-07:00mothersWhat would a holiday be without a sappy post from yours truly?!<br />
It wouldn't be.<br />
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I was showered with gifts all week long from my sweet little ones, but a few stood out as special: <br />
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Dawson: <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At church they gave the kids surveys to fill out about their mothers. <br />
dawsons said:<br />
mom, you are the best at: making flowers stay alive.<br />
my favorite thing to do with you is: cook gingersnaps.<br />
i love when you: take me to the park. <br />
if i could give you anything in the world it would be: some flowers.<br />
you are more beautiful than: flowers.<br />
i promise to: always think of you. <br />
i'll always remember: our dates at mcdonalds.<br />
i love you more than: cookies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">judging by the survey and other various drawings i received, <br />
i think dawson believes i am obsessed with flowers.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">how dawson sees me. <br />
i love the earrings and the eyelashes.</td></tr>
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Harper: <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">harpers survey: <br />
mom, you are the best at: taking care of me. <br />
my favorite thing to do with you is: baking.<br />
i love when you: help me get dressed. <br />
if i could give you anything in the world it would be: a present. <br />
you are more beautiful than: a rose.<br />
i promise to: be the best daughter.<br />
i'll always remember: to give you a rose.<br />
i love you more than: my favorite food (this is big people).</td></tr>
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how cute is her signature at the bottom? </td></tr>
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And from Dylan I received a surprise trip to Utah to visit Betsy and meet Chandler. I suck (as usual) and only took a handful of pictures. It was so wonderful to be there. <br />
Best. Gift. Ever: <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">betsy in all her motherly glory.<br />
yes, she really had a baby two weeks ago.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">there was LOTS of sleeping going on. <br />
by chandler, not us. <br />
and only during the day...she loves to be awake at night. <br />
she's nocturnal apparently.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is what we looked like most of the week. <br />
pretty.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">one rare occasion where we were both ready for the day...with makeup on and everything. <br />
having a newborn is tough. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">despite the new found responsibility of caring for another human being, <br />
we still managed to dig deep and find some immaturity. <br />
holla.</td></tr>
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Mothers day always makes me think about how grateful I am to have three healthy, beautiful, hilarious children. I am grateful for each of them in different ways. <br />
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To Dawson, thank you for always being kind. For acting as the mediator. For including everyone and being so excited about life. You keep my brain young with questions like 'why is carpet called carpet,' 'how many hairs are on my head?' and 'why do I have those little lines under my tongue.' You have a love for school, friends, sports, and anything outside. I still remember the first time I felt you gently move in my stomach...it was the sweetest feeling. You have continued to quietly and subtly remind me of your presence in our family every single day.<br />
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To Harper, thank you for keeping me on my toes. Your sarcasm and silliness is something you inherited from both your daddy and me. I know that as you grow, you will find ways to channel your spirited nature into all things good; that you will be a leader and never doubt yourself. You came into this world screaming and have demanded that same attention every day of your life. I am grateful for your passion and dedication to the things you love. I admire your free spirit and have learned to be thankful for all the rich experiences you have provided. You have taught me so much and I have absolutely loved having you as a daughter.<br />
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To Beckham, you are the sweetest way I could have hoped to complete our family. You make me smile every day and laugh even more. You are so enthusiastic when you talk, that I often have to look away to keep from laughing. You have an infectious laugh and people of all ages love to be around you. You love anything sports, bugs, and dirty...you are a boy's boy. When I think about you as a baby, I remember holding you all night long on my chest. I cherished those fleeting moments that I knew were numbered. Don't tell your daddy, but you make me want to have 10 more children just like you. I wish I could keep you like this forever. <br />
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On this day especially, I am grateful to be a mother. <br />
Happy Mothers Day to all the women and little women, daughters, grandmothers, aunts and in-laws. <br />
And especially to my own beautiful mom and mother-in-law. <br />
We love you.<br />
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xo, <br />
tracy-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-64498558262387372352012-05-01T21:48:00.002-07:002012-05-01T21:48:46.809-07:00so much awesomenessIs that how you spell awesomeness? Awesomness? That is one of the consequences of using words that don't exist. <br />
<br />I don't even know where to start...there has been so much of it around here lately. <br />
I think I'll just jump right in. <br />
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they were as excited as a 2nd grade y ball team. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we have a new pet squirrel that we've been feeding every morning. <br />
his breakfast consists of almonds, sunflower seeds, and cereal. <br />
the kids spend TONS of time at the window...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...oftentimes in the nude.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">speaking of (almost) nudie...dylan stole my pillow and ran outside in his underwear in the rain. <br />
exhibitionist.</td></tr>
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breaks my heart a little.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hGr_Hzy2Vss/T6C0CAQa6EI/AAAAAAAACRE/J98H1qbl_C0/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hGr_Hzy2Vss/T6C0CAQa6EI/AAAAAAAACRE/J98H1qbl_C0/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">him too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07pskHrdzKc/T6CzneiNkYI/AAAAAAAACQs/5yfE2paODiw/s1600/DSC00282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07pskHrdzKc/T6CzneiNkYI/AAAAAAAACQs/5yfE2paODiw/s320/DSC00282.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">dylan and his 3 buddies attended a bowling costume party at school. <br />
they went as two '70s couples. <br />
hot...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p39soL9Kg4M/T6CzyQVVDaI/AAAAAAAACQ0/0OzSkJmVenc/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p39soL9Kg4M/T6CzyQVVDaI/AAAAAAAACQ0/0OzSkJmVenc/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" width="214" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and they won the contest.<br />
which resulted in all of us gorging ourselves on pizza with their winnings. <br />
i'm so glad my husband is willing to dress in drag.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pECZysOMp-o/T6C3BLD9LtI/AAAAAAAACSE/LZiBwxojbac/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pECZysOMp-o/T6C3BLD9LtI/AAAAAAAACSE/LZiBwxojbac/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">spinning in the (momentary) sun.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_EXKft6NysY/T6C3WGxtw8I/AAAAAAAACSM/ZB6ssGAQGv0/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_EXKft6NysY/T6C3WGxtw8I/AAAAAAAACSM/ZB6ssGAQGv0/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" width="214" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ahhhh...happiness.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0cTPqOKs8Q/T6C3zV0UbBI/AAAAAAAACSU/n_02UaoCq_c/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0cTPqOKs8Q/T6C3zV0UbBI/AAAAAAAACSU/n_02UaoCq_c/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we finally had someone (over the age of 5) that was willing to snap a picture of us together. <br />
and this was the best one. </td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rKAa-aI3d9s/T6C6HZ89FNI/AAAAAAAACSo/0B19riXnjgQ/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rKAa-aI3d9s/T6C6HZ89FNI/AAAAAAAACSo/0B19riXnjgQ/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we are so photogenic. <br />
i can hardly stand it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfRbhVUVSp8/T6C8L7LqFoI/AAAAAAAACS4/8pQF3S2Tkdw/s1600/DSC00301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfRbhVUVSp8/T6C8L7LqFoI/AAAAAAAACS4/8pQF3S2Tkdw/s320/DSC00301.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i take awesome pictures on my own too.</td></tr>
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<br />
xo, <br />
tracy-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-49100816407491214022012-04-19T23:15:00.001-07:002012-04-19T23:20:34.196-07:00easter entertainmentEaster proved to be full of entertainment this year.The festivities started early with 3 anxious little ones...<br />
who patiently waited at the top of stairs while their mom and dad forced them to smile for pictures.<br />
It was pure torture. <br />
We're all about holiday torture around here.<br />
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We had a visit from the bunny who hid a few eggs around our living room...there were some really sneaky hiding spots...since our living room is 10x10. <br />
It was entertaining to watch them scramble around the tiny room, hunting for their 4 eggs.<br />
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7 seconds later, the hunt was over and the <strike>vultures</strike> children moved on to their baskets.<br />
They were thrilled with them.<br />
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I, on the other hand, completely despise them.<br />
I painted them last year and don't know what I was thinking. <br />
Seriously. <br />
Embarrassing.<br />
They are TOTALLY not my style.<br />
They look like an '80s troll doll threw up all over them. <br />
They make my eyes burn. <br />
And Harper's looks like it is Hawaiian theme. <br />
Gag. <br />
<br />
Anyway...the contents were a BIG hit. <br />
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We had fruit smoothie (our only healthy part of the entire day) and I attempted to make an egg shaped cinnamon sugar roll. <br />
It was not picture worthy. <br />
It looked like a huge blob. <br />
It was awesome. <br />
Luckily my kids are easily impressed. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">it was super bright in the dining room.</td></tr>
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After breakfast we forced the kids to pose for pictures in their new outfits. <br />
They were thrilled. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">dawson looks like a teeny tiny dylan. <br />
or chandler bing. <br />
beckham looks like he's in pain...sheer pain. </td></tr>
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We spent the afternoon with friends enjoying the Masters and an egg hunt.<br />
Eating so much food that we were all comatose by the end of the day.<br />
<br />
The most entertaining part of the day for me was watching all the kids scramble around the yard in search of the eggs. <br />
So cute.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">b figured it out pretty quick...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">his first find...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">inspecting the goods...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">he is his mother's son.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">d still sportin' the shades.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">focused.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1UxDcEG4Z4/T5DvO4_J2NI/AAAAAAAACPM/f_GynGjQQFw/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1UxDcEG4Z4/T5DvO4_J2NI/AAAAAAAACPM/f_GynGjQQFw/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ryan and dawson.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">harper and beckham.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTyVUskoMNk/T5Dvbyj25DI/AAAAAAAACPU/-O65TFH29d4/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTyVUskoMNk/T5Dvbyj25DI/AAAAAAAACPU/-O65TFH29d4/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">harper and ben.</td></tr>
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And while the men were being entertained by golf, the women were entertaining each other (and all the kids...ahem) outside.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isabel and Laura.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INRnKmprQwc/T5D8fE1bXbI/AAAAAAAACQc/mbfwhdfIzMk/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INRnKmprQwc/T5D8fE1bXbI/AAAAAAAACQc/mbfwhdfIzMk/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jenny and Luke.</td></tr>
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And the kids were playing unattended upstairs. <br />
And finding their own forms of entertainment. <br />
Like cutting their own hair. <br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4v0ICLQjQI/T5DwG28X4zI/AAAAAAAACP4/vpnYD3cVjqM/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4v0ICLQjQI/T5DwG28X4zI/AAAAAAAACP4/vpnYD3cVjqM/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" width="214" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">8 inches, right off the front. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Awesome. <br />
<br />
xo, <br />
tracy-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-37290468392508488842012-04-17T21:19:00.001-07:002012-04-17T21:20:39.256-07:00wickedSeveral weeks ago (because I'm totally on top of blogging) I attended the musical Wicked with a bunch of hotties: <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i love this picture. <br />
and brianne, you look topless.<br />
you're welcome for posting this.</td></tr>
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It was just that. <br />
Wicked. <br />
Am I allowed to say things like that?<br />
No?<br />
I didn't think so. <br />
<br />
We carpooled downtown and took pictures of ourselves. <br />
Because you can NEVER have too many self-portraits: <br />
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This is the only picture I managed to snap before my camera died: <br />
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Awesome. <br />
I'm so mature. <br />
<br />
I LOVED the show. <br />
The costumes were amazing. <br />
The singing was perfect. <br />
And I teared up at the end when G-lenda and Elphaba said their goodbyes. <br />
I might be a touch emotional. <br />
It seemed like an ironic foreshadowing for my upcoming separation from these lovelies:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i seriously look like i smashed into a wall on the way to the show. <br />
why was i cursed with a heart shaped face???</td></tr>
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You know what else was wicked?<br />
The vintage dress that I scored for $1.60 at Thrift City. <br />
I was hoping for an excuse to wear it.<br />
And this was a perfect one.<br />
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A huge thanks to Debbie for fixing the top of the dress so my breasticles didn't pop out. <br />
I (along with all the other show-goers) really appreciate it. <br />
Apparently women were more busty 70 years ago.<br />
<br />
Oh, and I have never had a chance to wear those heels. <br />
I got them over a year ago at the bins. I had them resoled and the insides replaced at a local shoe doctor. All that work for a pair of bin shoes?<br />
Yeah...they're Dolce and Gabbana. <br />
And according to the shoe doctor, they're authentic. <br />
And he's a doctor, so I'm pretty sure it's true.<br />
<br />
I'm going to miss these ladies when we all go our separate ways. <br />
And I'm going to miss all the thrifting here. <br />
And I'm going to miss excuses to use the word wicked.<br />
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<br />
xo, <br />
tracy-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098702442923498908.post-68492658329007783082012-04-10T22:05:00.000-07:002012-04-10T22:05:56.975-07:00girls girls girlsLately I have been counting down the days until this semester ends and we are officially in our last year of optometry school. And not just because Dylan will be available, engaged, and hopefully relaxed. <br />
But because I am dreading the day when I have to leave all our friends here behind as we set out on our first rotation. <br />
<br />
In real life (and not in this weird limbo that is graduate school life), I have no friends.<br />
No seriously...I'm not one of those people who has a gaggle of girlfriends by my side at all times. <br />
Post high school, I can count my close friends on one hand.<br />
<br />
Who am I kidding?<br />
Post high school, I can count my close friends on 2 fingers.<br />
<br />
That is, until coming here...where girlfriends become a necessity. <br />
And quickly become a confidant, spouse, family, entertainer, sounding board, and therapist. <br />
<br />
I could not have survived the last 3 years without them. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">brianne and mikelle<br />
2012 masters party.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">me, lyndsie and brianne<br />
i look scared.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">mikelle and lisa</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">laura, debbie, brianne, mikelle, me<br />
don't worry, we don't usually dress like this. <br />
it was a halloween party.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[back to front, left to right]<br />
lyndsie, brianne, karen, debbie<br />
mikelle, anna, me, laura<br />
kristina, lisa, jenny<br />
ps: we're in briannes bathtub. yep, it's that big. it rocks.<br />
and so do we.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">debbie and mikelle</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[back to front, left to right]<br />
lisa, debbie, muah, karen<br />
corinne, heather<br />
ashley, heidi, mikelle, lyndsie</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">lisa and me<br />
we look shiny because we had just gotten facials, not because we were sweaty.<br />
lest you think we're sweaty grease balls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[left to right, top to bottom]<br />
lisa, kristina, brianne <br />
jenny, me<br />
we're hot. that's all.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">corinne, karen, anna, heidi, me, lisa, mikelle, laura, debbie, heather, lyndsie, nanette<br />
for all you preggos: you're welcome.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">karen, lisa, me<br />
this is the picture where i was accused of being a red head.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">me, heidi, lisa, karen & risa, lyndsie & miriam, heather<br />
thanksgiving dinner.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">anna, me, lisa, jenny, debbie<br />
worst picture ever...best night ever. <br />
hunger games at 12:01am.<br />
holla.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[top to bottom, left to right]<br />
lisa, lyndsie, kristina, jenny, karen, laura, anna, debbie, sierra<br />
me, brianne, mikelle</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">jenny, brianne (aka: sylvester stalone), lisa, me, kristina<br />
we're so mature when we get together.<br />
gotta love scotch tape.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">me, lisa, lyndsie, anna<br />
cheese tasting.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[left to right]<br />
lisa, jenny, kaylea, heidi, mikelle, heather, debbie, laura, me<br />
happy hour at applebees. <br />
we're classy like that.</td></tr>
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And although it may seem a bit premature to be posting this (after all, we do still have a month before we part ways), I want to remember how much fun we're having right now.<br />
Before all the tears and goodbyes start.<br />
Before we all forget the fun and focus on the sadness of being away (and for myself, friendless....again). <br />
And definitely before all the ugly cry-faces start. <br />
<br />
xo, <br />
tracy<br />
<br />
ps: I stole the majority of these pictures without permission. Awesome.-tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288468058207476439noreply@blogger.com1