<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672</id><updated>2012-02-01T02:18:30.178-08:00</updated><category term='Best Friends'/><category term='Ouch'/><category term='New baby'/><title type='text'>Adventures of Little Ski and Baby Ski</title><subtitle type='html'>Our site is here to show our daily adventures with our 6 year old daughter and our 3 year 
old son.  We are glad you are here!  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These two both wear the crowns in our house and both love each other a whole bunch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LzhdGkBFb6o/TkcMANQdkCI/AAAAAAAAFN4/kR892W9QsXk/s1600/IMG_2397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LzhdGkBFb6o/TkcMANQdkCI/AAAAAAAAFN4/kR892W9QsXk/s320/IMG_2397.JPG" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwsz9GvL1Sk/TkcMDzk8tRI/AAAAAAAAFN8/Jm4q7dzAK90/s1600/IMG_2398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwsz9GvL1Sk/TkcMDzk8tRI/AAAAAAAAFN8/Jm4q7dzAK90/s320/IMG_2398.JPG" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637759675225932834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J9VLEmlT9m4/Tj1YjfLdBCI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/DnzRyR6-Rwg/s400/219_April_2011_002%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am simply asking that you take some time from your day today and say a prayer of peace for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dodez&lt;/span&gt; family. Karrie is a beautiful child of God who has endured so much over the past seven years of her life. We just ask that you lift up her precious family as Karrie is battling "The Bad Guy" again in the form of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;neuroblastoma&lt;/span&gt;. The Dodez family coverts your prayers. And I thank you personally for praying for Karrie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://karriedodez.com/karrieshome.html"&gt;http://karriedodez.com/karrieshome.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-434625628436573482?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/434625628436573482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=434625628436573482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/434625628436573482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/434625628436573482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/08/prayers-for-karrie.html' title='Prayers for Karrie'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J9VLEmlT9m4/Tj1YjfLdBCI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/DnzRyR6-Rwg/s72-c/219_April_2011_002%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-5759377078168991997</id><published>2011-07-01T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T11:12:27.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July Weekend!</title><content type='html'>The little firecrackers would like to wish everyone a safe, happy, and thankful 4th of July weekend!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-485YL2arURQ/Tg4N2oTgKNI/AAAAAAAAFNI/M7GKXHYnHbw/s1600/IMG_2240.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-485YL2arURQ/Tg4N2oTgKNI/AAAAAAAAFNI/M7GKXHYnHbw/s400/IMG_2240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624448216815642834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DAmkFNfaScc/Tg4N2SeQ4FI/AAAAAAAAFNA/rcfaQHPaSWI/s1600/IMG_2239.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DAmkFNfaScc/Tg4N2SeQ4FI/AAAAAAAAFNA/rcfaQHPaSWI/s400/IMG_2239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624448210955198546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-5759377078168991997?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/5759377078168991997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=5759377078168991997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5759377078168991997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5759377078168991997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='Happy 4th of July Weekend!'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-485YL2arURQ/Tg4N2oTgKNI/AAAAAAAAFNI/M7GKXHYnHbw/s72-c/IMG_2240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8347868547290441539</id><published>2011-06-27T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T12:43:26.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entirely too long of a post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hilton Head Family Vacation 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqWZtmQyLjA/TgjZKJSijOI/AAAAAAAAFM4/l3WKj1yF9fg/s1600/daily%2Brecord%2Bpic.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqWZtmQyLjA/TgjZKJSijOI/AAAAAAAAFM4/l3WKj1yF9fg/s400/daily%2Brecord%2Bpic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622982903087664354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Here we are!  Hilton Head Island!  Wooo-Eeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1c0rE3q1cI8/TgjZJpA-1PI/AAAAAAAAFMw/ukGy-AIIK3s/s1600/IMG_1997.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1c0rE3q1cI8/TgjZJpA-1PI/AAAAAAAAFMw/ukGy-AIIK3s/s400/IMG_1997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622982894424085746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ellie and Reid are ready to hit the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ylQQhxpVug/TgjZJcsD9QI/AAAAAAAAFMo/m2EgeuH7srA/s1600/IMG_2003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ylQQhxpVug/TgjZJcsD9QI/AAAAAAAAFMo/m2EgeuH7srA/s400/IMG_2003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622982891115115778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We found Santa there!  His shirt even read, "Yes, it is me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yf-6Y45zBXs/TgjZJDLaWjI/AAAAAAAAFMg/kWv_NM-U6oM/s1600/IMG_2005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yf-6Y45zBXs/TgjZJDLaWjI/AAAAAAAAFMg/kWv_NM-U6oM/s400/IMG_2005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622982884267285042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Reid missed lunch at the Salty Dog Cafe'.  The beach wears you out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7y3iR1lt1zc/TgjZIzp6eDI/AAAAAAAAFMY/CVrQb2FqupI/s1600/IMG_2007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7y3iR1lt1zc/TgjZIzp6eDI/AAAAAAAAFMY/CVrQb2FqupI/s400/IMG_2007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622982880100251698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ellie loving every part of the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wsV1U7n9eGM/TgjYvP8wyYI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/HGSL6H2o8-Q/s1600/IMG_2020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wsV1U7n9eGM/TgjYvP8wyYI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/HGSL6H2o8-Q/s400/IMG_2020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622982441018902914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Best buddies....for this picture at least!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JO91zqkSERs/TgjYuwtDmNI/AAAAAAAAFMI/D15KSTHRLGI/s1600/IMG_2021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JO91zqkSERs/TgjYuwtDmNI/AAAAAAAAFMI/D15KSTHRLGI/s400/IMG_2021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622982432631527634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A beautiful end to a beautiful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_cRpGJtp4vY/TgjYulPagjI/AAAAAAAAFMA/IPP0PPBiPK0/s1600/IMG_2025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_cRpGJtp4vY/TgjYulPagjI/AAAAAAAAFMA/IPP0PPBiPK0/s400/IMG_2025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622982429554410034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Beaching it one evening.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ff62oE5W6gE/TgjYujdEVYI/AAAAAAAAFL4/H6Pae-DslJw/s1600/IMG_2036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ff62oE5W6gE/TgjYujdEVYI/AAAAAAAAFL4/H6Pae-DslJw/s400/IMG_2036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622982429074806146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"OHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSSS~!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZWCG6SYZo/TgjYuchHs7I/AAAAAAAAFLw/ixa6M-1rhjg/s1600/IMG_2039.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZWCG6SYZo/TgjYuchHs7I/AAAAAAAAFLw/ixa6M-1rhjg/s400/IMG_2039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622982427212755890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eating at the OSU restaurant.  Fun stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVyfINnkEd0/TgjYONa9fBI/AAAAAAAAFLo/z3IDYmd_vXE/s1600/IMG_2051.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVyfINnkEd0/TgjYONa9fBI/AAAAAAAAFLo/z3IDYmd_vXE/s400/IMG_2051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622981873404574738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ellie and Reid on the dolphin cruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPDoIWK19yA/TgjYNQ3ZSmI/AAAAAAAAFLg/UxXhBgNT5_s/s1600/IMG_2075.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPDoIWK19yA/TgjYNQ3ZSmI/AAAAAAAAFLg/UxXhBgNT5_s/s400/IMG_2075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622981857149274722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Shark fishing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mE3tl3EQI38/TgjYNBZIuKI/AAAAAAAAFLY/n2qr1zuvjiI/s1600/IMG_2082.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mE3tl3EQI38/TgjYNBZIuKI/AAAAAAAAFLY/n2qr1zuvjiI/s400/IMG_2082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622981852995827874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wish my child had one ounce of fear in him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqlw9sfk530/TgjYMh5wyYI/AAAAAAAAFLQ/ijjthzHU4WQ/s1600/IMG_2087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqlw9sfk530/TgjYMh5wyYI/AAAAAAAAFLQ/ijjthzHU4WQ/s400/IMG_2087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622981844542736770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One of my favorite pics from the trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPbJ2oWmldw/TgjYMMUv9II/AAAAAAAAFLI/TIJf3f2sW_8/s1600/IMG_2092.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPbJ2oWmldw/TgjYMMUv9II/AAAAAAAAFLI/TIJf3f2sW_8/s400/IMG_2092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622981838750348418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Reid and his most favorite person in the whole world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNMhmi2yg5A/TgjXRv_koVI/AAAAAAAAFK4/aQuoZJHlnbA/s1600/IMG_2094.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNMhmi2yg5A/TgjXRv_koVI/AAAAAAAAFK4/aQuoZJHlnbA/s400/IMG_2094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980834712920402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ellie loving the ocean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RnYgMNOz_E/TgjXRTjWj1I/AAAAAAAAFKw/NeiCbGvtHps/s1600/IMG_2102.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RnYgMNOz_E/TgjXRTjWj1I/AAAAAAAAFKw/NeiCbGvtHps/s400/IMG_2102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980827078365010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ok, another of my favs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGO_vsM2t-U/TgjXQ9AxaZI/AAAAAAAAFKo/9_binfJeiPE/s1600/IMG_2104.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGO_vsM2t-U/TgjXQ9AxaZI/AAAAAAAAFKo/9_binfJeiPE/s400/IMG_2104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980821027744146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sweetness....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1WjFUPVEz0/TgjXQZ5t_FI/AAAAAAAAFKg/gt0QNnKFKrI/s1600/IMG_2105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1WjFUPVEz0/TgjXQZ5t_FI/AAAAAAAAFKg/gt0QNnKFKrI/s400/IMG_2105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980811602918482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...with a dash of orneriness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TK6F7bR7t68/TgjWu5uWXRI/AAAAAAAAFKY/ClN33WPJgjE/s1600/IMG_2106.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TK6F7bR7t68/TgjWu5uWXRI/AAAAAAAAFKY/ClN33WPJgjE/s400/IMG_2106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980236029615378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And even a little more orneriness from the little man in blue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lJoy7wt3PY/TgjWuv0VfWI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/uuOLaaRbve4/s1600/IMG_2125.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lJoy7wt3PY/TgjWuv0VfWI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/uuOLaaRbve4/s400/IMG_2125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980233370369378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Horseback riding, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TbimNHYOZw/TgjWt_ZDnHI/AAAAAAAAFKI/UTVbgL85VHE/s1600/IMG_2126.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TbimNHYOZw/TgjWt_ZDnHI/AAAAAAAAFKI/UTVbgL85VHE/s400/IMG_2126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980220371049586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ellie wanted to take "Romeo" home with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-abcp-66IUeU/TgjWtv0o40I/AAAAAAAAFKA/SRQO1Hutg7E/s1600/IMG_2135.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-abcp-66IUeU/TgjWtv0o40I/AAAAAAAAFKA/SRQO1Hutg7E/s400/IMG_2135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980216191771458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The view from our condo.  The ocean is just beyond the greenery.  Gorgeous setting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoqHoGyWbWg/TgjWtSR1gaI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/vHAdwxYAnpE/s1600/IMG_2141.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoqHoGyWbWg/TgjWtSR1gaI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/vHAdwxYAnpE/s400/IMG_2141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980208261169570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Children's Museum.  Reid wrote his name here entirely on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn6XmCNH51E/TgjWCvi7diI/AAAAAAAAFJw/nOlXXEKWqls/s1600/IMG_2143.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn6XmCNH51E/TgjWCvi7diI/AAAAAAAAFJw/nOlXXEKWqls/s400/IMG_2143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622979477383116322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Miss Creative at the Craft Table at the museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSVA788V5ng/TgjWCa2m1EI/AAAAAAAAFJo/hwd9U67yIwM/s1600/IMG_2160.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSVA788V5ng/TgjWCa2m1EI/AAAAAAAAFJo/hwd9U67yIwM/s400/IMG_2160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622979471828505666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dessert?????  YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2anKc_YVO0/TgjWB_ng8tI/AAAAAAAAFJg/BZbJx8dui38/s1600/IMG_2161.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2anKc_YVO0/TgjWB_ng8tI/AAAAAAAAFJg/BZbJx8dui38/s400/IMG_2161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622979464517448402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's hard to be this cool....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oAJ1kkjJA7o/TgjWB6W5qKI/AAAAAAAAFJY/MYZzxKW9Acs/s1600/IMG_2164.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oAJ1kkjJA7o/TgjWB6W5qKI/AAAAAAAAFJY/MYZzxKW9Acs/s400/IMG_2164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622979463105587362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ellie couldn't stop laughing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1z2_MMGJb0E/TgjWBnt8KlI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/KjXMNVZP-mc/s1600/IMG_2233.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1z2_MMGJb0E/TgjWBnt8KlI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/KjXMNVZP-mc/s400/IMG_2233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622979458101946962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The end of our journey!  Coming home.  Reid had to pee so bad!  He would exclaim, "Please, Daddy.....I gotta go....BAD!"  And for miles, this is what the signs on the side of the road said.  Nothing around!  So, Reid made his "peeing from the side of the van into the bushes off the side of the road" debut!  I think we have created a mad-man.  Because now when driving, I hear, "Mommy, I gotta pee BAD.....can I pee on the road?"  And there you have it!  Hilton Head 2011 in a nutshell.  Miss it already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8347868547290441539?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8347868547290441539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8347868547290441539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8347868547290441539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8347868547290441539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/06/entirely-too-long-of-post.html' title='Entirely too long of a post!'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqWZtmQyLjA/TgjZKJSijOI/AAAAAAAAFM4/l3WKj1yF9fg/s72-c/daily%2Brecord%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-839816258906429473</id><published>2011-06-21T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T13:30:06.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>We are on vacation right now taking lots of great pictures to share!!!! Once we are home, I will upload and post!!!! Hang on friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-839816258906429473?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/839816258906429473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=839816258906429473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/839816258906429473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/839816258906429473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/06/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-1261469623368968546</id><published>2011-05-19T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:33:41.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies!!!!</title><content type='html'>First of all, my apologies!  It has been WAY too long.  I have found that I post a lot on Facebook because it is simply where a lot of our family goes to view pictures, but I want to get back into the swing of things here, and continue my "photo journey" of this kids through Blogger.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there is a lot to catch up on, and I will go back in time and dig out some pictures to share here later.  I wanted to share though these current pictures from today of Reid's preschool graduation (May 2011).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a lot of mixed feelings about Reid going to preschool so young.  He turned 3 in November 2010, and zapo-presto....preschool began.  I felt with all the language that he would be exposed to and all the speech opportunities, I could not hold him home.  Although, sending your little one at 3 yrs. with a backpack and supplies was more difficult that I thought it would be.  I went back and forth several times in my mind really wondering if this was the best decision for Reid....and I definitely think that sending him was something that turned out to be wonderful. Reid seemed to bloom into this little person who needed the structure that was given to him in a preschool setting.  He behaviors changed for the better, his attention span got better, his speech was being worked on constantly, and he has made friends who we hold very dear to our hearts.  Without further introduction.....here is Reid's graduation day in pictures.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQRwMtTb3QM/TdVtZSmExDI/AAAAAAAAFI8/5TVsTnDcx_U/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQRwMtTb3QM/TdVtZSmExDI/AAAAAAAAFI8/5TVsTnDcx_U/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608509192215512114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reid with Makenna, his buddy.  These two have come a long way together.  I was grateful to find Mak's family after Reid was born.  These two are bound by cleft, but their friendship is much deeper than that.  Mak and Reid share the same surgeon and we are grateful that we live so very close to each other.  We are traveling this journey together, and it will be so different to not see Mak in school next year with Reid.  She is moving on to Kindergarten.  We are so blessed to have Mak and her family in our lives, and Reid loves her like no other!  Congratulations, Mak!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lluKmTMcMjM/TdVtZGhQ6zI/AAAAAAAAFI0/uFWTtYr9aVM/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lluKmTMcMjM/TdVtZGhQ6zI/AAAAAAAAFI0/uFWTtYr9aVM/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608509188974111538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reid and his teacher, Mrs. McClusky.  It's been a great first year of preschool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3-rfpJ8gcM8/TdVtYuXi6JI/AAAAAAAAFIs/PEh13XZRe5Q/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B014.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3-rfpJ8gcM8/TdVtYuXi6JI/AAAAAAAAFIs/PEh13XZRe5Q/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608509182490896530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reid and Miss Jan, his aide.  Reid has a MAJOR spot in his heart for Miss Jan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNq_4BTX-io/TdVtYJ3LmlI/AAAAAAAAFIk/rXYZymwhLPM/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNq_4BTX-io/TdVtYJ3LmlI/AAAAAAAAFIk/rXYZymwhLPM/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608509172691475026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reid and Grandma Karen.  We were grateful she could go to graduation today.  Brian and I were on a field trip with Ellie and could not make it in today!  Double booked!  So, Grandma came to the rescue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDE5sZjMJII/TdVtYGOvW2I/AAAAAAAAFIc/0GTXLrAILYo/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDE5sZjMJII/TdVtYGOvW2I/AAAAAAAAFIc/0GTXLrAILYo/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608509171716545378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pappy was also there!  He comes to the rescue for us a lot!  We have been blessed to have had Pappy take Reid to school each day.  It has created a very special bond for Reid, and I would say for Pappy, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwyZHZuRM4g/TdVtOvjt_kI/AAAAAAAAFIU/lGBFd9d64tk/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwyZHZuRM4g/TdVtOvjt_kI/AAAAAAAAFIU/lGBFd9d64tk/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608509011011698242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice cream goes great with graduating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GnjtH63UQ64/TdVtOLFPWyI/AAAAAAAAFIM/wMS6lGP7KqQ/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GnjtH63UQ64/TdVtOLFPWyI/AAAAAAAAFIM/wMS6lGP7KqQ/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608509001220184866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preschool Class 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxgAEw7qSks/TdVtNksV40I/AAAAAAAAFIE/OyJLZHufINs/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxgAEw7qSks/TdVtNksV40I/AAAAAAAAFIE/OyJLZHufINs/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608508990915208002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reid- 3rd from the right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SprHoAHHEY/TdVtNn54N-I/AAAAAAAAFH8/m79SYOwnz2c/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SprHoAHHEY/TdVtNn54N-I/AAAAAAAAFH8/m79SYOwnz2c/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608508991777290210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually sitting down!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u5HljHiBGn0/TdVtNbsgdzI/AAAAAAAAFH0/96ZtUFYEmnU/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u5HljHiBGn0/TdVtNbsgdzI/AAAAAAAAFH0/96ZtUFYEmnU/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608508988499982130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are proud of you Reid, and love you much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-1261469623368968546?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/1261469623368968546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=1261469623368968546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1261469623368968546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1261469623368968546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/05/apologies.html' title='Apologies!!!!'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQRwMtTb3QM/TdVtZSmExDI/AAAAAAAAFI8/5TVsTnDcx_U/s72-c/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BMay%2B2011%2B013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-7510841258777259629</id><published>2011-04-10T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:15:34.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy-Daughter-Dance 2011</title><content type='html'>Ellie is so excited today. She is getting some major one-on-one time with her daddy. It is the Daddy-Daughter-Dance this afternoon, and Ellie has been asking all week if it is time to go, yet! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmfGSzcGJaI/TaHzMkPumwI/AAAAAAAAFHs/8x5bweyiID0/s1600/IMG_1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594019609384491778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmfGSzcGJaI/TaHzMkPumwI/AAAAAAAAFHs/8x5bweyiID0/s400/IMG_1886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am positive that Ellie and her daddy are both in their glory today. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3avH2qaOdqo/TaHzMY8B2RI/AAAAAAAAFHk/CNTKU9u9g-Q/s1600/IMG_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594019606349076754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3avH2qaOdqo/TaHzMY8B2RI/AAAAAAAAFHk/CNTKU9u9g-Q/s400/IMG_1884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-7510841258777259629?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/7510841258777259629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=7510841258777259629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7510841258777259629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7510841258777259629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/04/daddy-daughter-dance-2011.html' title='Daddy-Daughter-Dance 2011'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmfGSzcGJaI/TaHzMkPumwI/AAAAAAAAFHs/8x5bweyiID0/s72-c/IMG_1886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2475895242176676862</id><published>2011-03-25T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:38:03.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Pledge Allegience"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-56b230b8c0fad2de" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2475895242176676862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2475895242176676862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2475895242176676862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-pledge-allegience.html' title='&quot;I Pledge Allegience&quot;...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3601148249124354379</id><published>2011-03-22T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T08:51:38.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonsil and Adenoid Surgery</title><content type='html'>On March 18, we hauled Reid to the hospital at 5 am for his tonsil and adenoid surgery.  He was a trooper, and I am always amazed at how well he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXdZZ_znC9c/TYjEAtZUHkI/AAAAAAAAFHc/6duU0k_GQpM/s1600/IMG_1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586930854217915970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXdZZ_znC9c/TYjEAtZUHkI/AAAAAAAAFHc/6duU0k_GQpM/s400/IMG_1868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid in the pre-op room all set for surgery, and as you can see, he was in good spirits.  He was even more excited when he realized his bed was on wheels and moved!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DILrpCaEq0/TYjD6oRH5AI/AAAAAAAAFHU/pVzO2qgPTjM/s1600/IMG_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586930749762167810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DILrpCaEq0/TYjD6oRH5AI/AAAAAAAAFHU/pVzO2qgPTjM/s400/IMG_1859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting all set to be wheeled back.  The dazed look is from being up so early in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2eu_vsd0qUM/TYjD6QoXUhI/AAAAAAAAFHM/eZmjfZeMoFY/s1600/IMG_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586930743417197074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2eu_vsd0qUM/TYjD6QoXUhI/AAAAAAAAFHM/eZmjfZeMoFY/s400/IMG_1871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian had his I-Pod with him which was a good time killer while we waited for the prepping of the OR room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6f9bkeDk98/TYjD5_eSvMI/AAAAAAAAFHE/WTQky9vrlx0/s1600/IMG_1873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586930738811550914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6f9bkeDk98/TYjD5_eSvMI/AAAAAAAAFHE/WTQky9vrlx0/s400/IMG_1873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Made it through.  This was in the recovery room.  He was just waking up, and he was very happy that Mom brought blankie along to make everything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiUAG2ZH6A0/TYjD5ehYJzI/AAAAAAAAFG8/tlA8UhwTuxY/s1600/IMG_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586930729966118706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiUAG2ZH6A0/TYjD5ehYJzI/AAAAAAAAFG8/tlA8UhwTuxY/s400/IMG_1876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little man....He has been through a lot over the past 3 years.  This marks surgery number 5...and I am not even counting all the other little procedures he has undergone in the past.  A trooper, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt5y5aO7a0Y/TYjD5cD2qAI/AAAAAAAAFG0/r9ZOmAqyhUM/s1600/IMG_1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586930729305417730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt5y5aO7a0Y/TYjD5cD2qAI/AAAAAAAAFG0/r9ZOmAqyhUM/s400/IMG_1878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going home to rest and recover.  Blessed by our family, friends, prayer warriors, and medical team that again have held us in their arms.  We thank you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3601148249124354379?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3601148249124354379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3601148249124354379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3601148249124354379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3601148249124354379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/03/tonsil-and-adenoid-surgery.html' title='Tonsil and Adenoid Surgery'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXdZZ_znC9c/TYjEAtZUHkI/AAAAAAAAFHc/6duU0k_GQpM/s72-c/IMG_1868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2313542218688201800</id><published>2011-02-23T16:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:41:55.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in awhile....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fD1difVUZEY/TWWpAJspuvI/AAAAAAAAFGs/toKARVX05aw/s1600/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fD1difVUZEY/TWWpAJspuvI/AAAAAAAAFGs/toKARVX05aw/s400/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577049533636524786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....they love each other enough to pose for the camera for me in all smiles.  (Ellie was holding Reid and looks like she is pain while doing it!  No wonder, Reid is just a few pounds and inches shy of looking eye to eye with his "big" sister!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2313542218688201800?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2313542218688201800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2313542218688201800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2313542218688201800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2313542218688201800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/02/once-in-awhile.html' title='Once in awhile....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fD1difVUZEY/TWWpAJspuvI/AAAAAAAAFGs/toKARVX05aw/s72-c/IMG_1783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-5826492689642826569</id><published>2011-02-23T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:40:00.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeee-Haw!</title><content type='html'>Reid is obsessed with being a cowboy.  He loves cowboy boots and has made mention of having some of his own when he has seen them on someone else.  Here is my happy little man after getting his wish.....real cowboy boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06s-lI3rpJ0/TWWoZB2WbvI/AAAAAAAAFGk/aMUGAP9sjxM/s1600/IMG_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06s-lI3rpJ0/TWWoZB2WbvI/AAAAAAAAFGk/aMUGAP9sjxM/s400/IMG_1787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577048861514821362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, it was bedtime here, and no chance of him taking off his boots.  I really thought that he was going to wear them to bed, but we did manage to get them off before bedtime.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHrpTZluTdg/TWWoY9eAVJI/AAAAAAAAFGc/svzj8zOjfBQ/s1600/IMG_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHrpTZluTdg/TWWoY9eAVJI/AAAAAAAAFGc/svzj8zOjfBQ/s400/IMG_1789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577048860338967698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite the look.....western and pj's!  You wear them well, Reid.  You wear them well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-5826492689642826569?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/5826492689642826569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=5826492689642826569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5826492689642826569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5826492689642826569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/02/yeee-haw.html' title='Yeee-Haw!'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06s-lI3rpJ0/TWWoZB2WbvI/AAAAAAAAFGk/aMUGAP9sjxM/s72-c/IMG_1787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6791020753471729863</id><published>2011-02-13T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T12:00:55.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Surgery Scheduled....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5f05BdpiG8/TVg2o9yb4HI/AAAAAAAAFGU/TbgP9O-Rgms/s1600/IMG_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573264616279761010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5f05BdpiG8/TVg2o9yb4HI/AAAAAAAAFGU/TbgP9O-Rgms/s400/IMG_1663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....and this is how Reid feels about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scheduled Reid's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adenoid&lt;/span&gt;/tonsil surgery for March 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. This is really the first step in a 2 step process for Reid. We are doing this in preparation for a much more involved surgery 3 months post op the tonsil/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adenoid&lt;/span&gt; repair. Our plastic surgeon wants to complete Reid's palate by lengthening it and completing the closure (there is still a small gap in the very back of Reid's mouth) this summer. In order for this to be done, our p/s wanted all material clear for him to get the best results possible. Therefore...step one will happen on March 18. The summer surgery will help with Reid's nasality issues and will help also in terms of speech progress. Reid's speech is really pretty amazing, and with this repair, it will help things along even more so. I don't worry too much about the March surgery, but I am concerned simply about Reid getting older and understanding more. I actually think it was easier to hand over my infant to our surgery team because I knew that Reid would not remember. Now that he is 3 and so observant about so many things, I have more fears. I just ask you to keep Reid close in thought as we get closer to our surgery date....We will continue to keep you posted as we again journey through this hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6791020753471729863?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6791020753471729863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6791020753471729863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6791020753471729863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6791020753471729863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/02/surgery-scheduled.html' title='Another Surgery Scheduled....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5f05BdpiG8/TVg2o9yb4HI/AAAAAAAAFGU/TbgP9O-Rgms/s72-c/IMG_1663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-9024764728564186427</id><published>2011-01-29T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T11:38:19.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Wings for Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A few posts ago, I apologized for my lack of posting, and explained about the tragedy of the Ward family that has been on my mind, heart, and soul.  Well, another reason I had not posted was due to my heart being heavy at the loss of a friend, and co worker, Amy.  Amy was a wonderful co-worker who I had the privilege to work with each day at school.  She brought about joy, compassion, and a true spirit that is already missed terribly by our staff and students.  During the 14 years that I have worked by her side, I also was lucky enough to develop a friendship with her.  What a blessing that was.  I am grateful for her love of Jesus Christ, and I rejoice knowing that I will see her again one day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides her work with elementary school kids, she enjoyed "clowning" at various nursing homes or events to brighten the days of kids and the elderly.  Every year when we would end a school calendar year, Amy would ask me, "So, do you think Ellie and Reid would like to have a visit from a clown?"  Needless to say, "Clown Amy" was loved at our house, and we welcomed her in year after year.  In fact, she even came over and agreed to clown for about 12 neighbor kids one day at our house.  It was a big undertaking, and Amy gladly accepted, and we felt so blessed by her laugh, and her joyous spirit.  My hear is saddened by the loss of my dear friend, but I also rejoice for her.  I am sure heaven is a little bit brighter now that Amy is spreading her love there.  Miss and love you, Amy.  Until we meet again, my friend.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TURq0fDOQfI/AAAAAAAAFGI/VR1MY4Dl8f4/s1600/formula_20090603_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TURq0fDOQfI/AAAAAAAAFGI/VR1MY4Dl8f4/s400/formula_20090603_99_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567692489257533938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-9024764728564186427?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/9024764728564186427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=9024764728564186427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/9024764728564186427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/9024764728564186427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/01/angel-wings-for-amy.html' title='Angel Wings for Amy'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TURq0fDOQfI/AAAAAAAAFGI/VR1MY4Dl8f4/s72-c/formula_20090603_99_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2803978867608126810</id><published>2011-01-29T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T11:23:01.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my talent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TURogT6H5aI/AAAAAAAAFGA/EZJGUMR9vRI/s1600/IMG_1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567689943645939106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TURogT6H5aI/AAAAAAAAFGA/EZJGUMR9vRI/s400/IMG_1781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie is a pretty wonderful artist in my mind.  She drew this dog line-up the other day.  Can you pick out the different breeds?  Among them are a golden retriever, a yorkie, a weiner dog, a schnauzer, and a collie.  For a 6 year old, I am more than impressed.....and she did not get any of this from her mom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2803978867608126810?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2803978867608126810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2803978867608126810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2803978867608126810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2803978867608126810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-my-talent.html' title='Not my talent...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TURogT6H5aI/AAAAAAAAFGA/EZJGUMR9vRI/s72-c/IMG_1781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3914266534222554291</id><published>2011-01-29T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T11:18:28.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no post...</title><content type='html'>Thank you, my friends, who have come back to see if I have posted at all.  It has been some time, hasn't it?  Our lives have been so consumed lately that I have not taken the time to post anything, and for that, I am sorry.  I do enjoy keeping you all "posted" on all the happenings in our lives, and I was just in a complete slump.  Home life, school life, kids, and just plain ole' ordinary "stuff" has bogged me down.  But one thing in particular has been heavy on my chest, and I have just not felt like posting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 2 weeks ago, a terrible tragedy happened.  A car accident that took a small, innocent life.  My sister in law's, brother's family was involved.  To make a very long story short, this tragedy took the life of little Lewis Ward, 4 mos. His mom and sister were in grave condition until quite recently.  Thankfully, Carrie, the mom and driver of the car that was hit, was released from the hospital this week.  Her injuries are still severe (broken pelvis, broken back, lung injury, internal bleeding), but she wanted to be near her 4 year old daughter's side who was in a nearby Children's hopsital in critical condition.  Her injuries are still very severe and your prayers are appreciated.  She is in an induced coma at this time, yet, and her brian to skull pressure is an issue that they are trying to get resolved.  She is a very injured little girl, and I ask that you pray for little Libby.  Not in the vehicle were Matthew, the dad, and Lincoln, their 2 year old.  I ask for prayer for them as well, and they prepare to deal with the loss of their son and brother, and try to manage the everyday "stuff" that will all seem so different now.  My heart and mind have been completely consumed and just worried for so many dimensions for this beautiful family.  So, I apologize for the lack of posts, and I ask you to please pray for the Ward family tonight.  I know that it has made me squeeze my own loved ones just a tad bit tighter......I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TURleQ8eJhI/AAAAAAAAFF4/hErxk-tm80A/s1600/image-fatal-crash-280%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567686609955857938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TURleQ8eJhI/AAAAAAAAFF4/hErxk-tm80A/s400/image-fatal-crash-280%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The car that Carrie, Libby, and Lewis were in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TURleOIzbiI/AAAAAAAAFFw/BpoowWnzVi4/s1600/image-louisward-280%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567686609202277922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TURleOIzbiI/AAAAAAAAFFw/BpoowWnzVi4/s400/image-louisward-280%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carrie and Lewis, age 4 mos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TURld4taMRI/AAAAAAAAFFo/1o4eFoDCnP0/s1600/image-liberty-ward-280%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567686603450233106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TURld4taMRI/AAAAAAAAFFo/1o4eFoDCnP0/s400/image-liberty-ward-280%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Libby (and Lincoln)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3914266534222554291?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3914266534222554291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3914266534222554291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3914266534222554291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3914266534222554291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2011/01/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time, no post...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TURleQ8eJhI/AAAAAAAAFF4/hErxk-tm80A/s72-c/image-fatal-crash-280%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8924548098786380991</id><published>2010-12-30T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:52:34.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Day</title><content type='html'>My little Ellie loves to be all made up.  So, today we deemed the afternoon beauty day while Reid napped.  We did make up and played beauty salon.  She was loving every minute of it.  She also wanted curly hair (which she asks for frequently).  Her hair is so stick straight that it doesn't always do what she wants it to.  So, with a little online advice, we went into the bathroom to have at it.  And here is what happened....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzwGf323SI/AAAAAAAAFFg/TB-JYQgePxU/s1600/IMG_1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzwGf323SI/AAAAAAAAFFg/TB-JYQgePxU/s400/IMG_1752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556580034694012194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I curled all her hair up and then pinned each strand that I curled.  Oh, and I used lots of hair products.  Lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzwBgulc1I/AAAAAAAAFFY/5YvngXNnhYA/s1600/IMG_1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzwBgulc1I/AAAAAAAAFFY/5YvngXNnhYA/s400/IMG_1754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556579949024211794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie was admiring her curls in the mirror.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzwBUij4tI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/45eWTkf6xZQ/s1600/IMG_1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzwBUij4tI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/45eWTkf6xZQ/s400/IMG_1755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556579945752552146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yippeeee!  Curls!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzwBOL4DDI/AAAAAAAAFFI/D_WQm1sbr4k/s1600/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzwBOL4DDI/AAAAAAAAFFI/D_WQm1sbr4k/s400/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556579944046791730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pretty girl.  Love that face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzwA01jNLI/AAAAAAAAFFA/rUCH5M9wUn4/s1600/IMG_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzwA01jNLI/AAAAAAAAFFA/rUCH5M9wUn4/s400/IMG_1757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556579937242264754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There she is!  Curls and all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzwAgpAjzI/AAAAAAAAFE4/DeZYYO33wqc/s1600/IMG_1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzwAgpAjzI/AAAAAAAAFE4/DeZYYO33wqc/s400/IMG_1760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556579931820953394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love having a girlie-girl!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8924548098786380991?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8924548098786380991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8924548098786380991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8924548098786380991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8924548098786380991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/12/beauty-day.html' title='Beauty Day'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzwGf323SI/AAAAAAAAFFg/TB-JYQgePxU/s72-c/IMG_1752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-4236021299547994882</id><published>2010-12-30T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:44:33.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move over Betty Crocker...there's a new girl in town</title><content type='html'>We had a blessed Christmas all in all.  We have not had Christmas with my mom and brother yet, but that is to come.  My mom has been really sick for a long time and hopefully sooner than later, she will be feeling up to par and we can go enjoy another family gathering.  We love them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of family, my brother in law, Aaron, came from Rhode Island for a great visit.  We were hoping that we would get to keep him here with us because of the huge snowstorm in the east.  Unfortunately, he did have to leave us this week, however.  His girlfriend, Christina, was with her family in North Carolina, but was sweet enough to remember Ellie and Reid.  She sent gifts which the kids were thrilled with.....but truly I think they would have enjoyed Christmas a lot more if she could have been with us instead of gifts.  Maybe next year!  Ellie got a cute baking gift set along with other gifts as well, but we thought we would give this one a try.  Reid was napping nicely one afternoon, and it gave Ellie and I perfect baking time!  Thank you, Christina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRztncDHrbI/AAAAAAAAFEw/5ZxgedMlPuI/s1600/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRztncDHrbI/AAAAAAAAFEw/5ZxgedMlPuI/s400/IMG_1735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556577302068309426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What an ensemble!  Complete with muffin mixes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRztnK9jUcI/AAAAAAAAFEo/q54VVTDI36I/s1600/IMG_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRztnK9jUcI/AAAAAAAAFEo/q54VVTDI36I/s400/IMG_1737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556577297481552322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Betty has nothing on Ellie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzta4RU_zI/AAAAAAAAFEg/oC3rIdjdxh8/s1600/IMG_1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRzta4RU_zI/AAAAAAAAFEg/oC3rIdjdxh8/s400/IMG_1738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556577086305795890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's very important to spray the baking cups since Mommy had no paper baking liners.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRztaojvHCI/AAAAAAAAFEY/01YbFdXYIUg/s1600/IMG_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRztaojvHCI/AAAAAAAAFEY/01YbFdXYIUg/s400/IMG_1739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556577082088037410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mixing and more mixing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRztaTHqZ1I/AAAAAAAAFEQ/jxeeJ7VB4yk/s1600/IMG_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRztaTHqZ1I/AAAAAAAAFEQ/jxeeJ7VB4yk/s400/IMG_1742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556577076333143890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scooping and more scooping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRztaEmQ0rI/AAAAAAAAFEI/WNnQoP5Q0-o/s1600/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRztaEmQ0rI/AAAAAAAAFEI/WNnQoP5Q0-o/s400/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556577072434959026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dropping and more dropping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRztZ47t_HI/AAAAAAAAFEA/2hfHmlYU9z0/s1600/IMG_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRztZ47t_HI/AAAAAAAAFEA/2hfHmlYU9z0/s400/IMG_1748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556577069303725170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tah-Dah!  The perfect muffins!  Thanks again, Christina!!!!  Miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4236021299547994882?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4236021299547994882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4236021299547994882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4236021299547994882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4236021299547994882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/12/move-over-betty-crockertheres-new-girl.html' title='Move over Betty Crocker...there&apos;s a new girl in town'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRztncDHrbI/AAAAAAAAFEw/5ZxgedMlPuI/s72-c/IMG_1735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-4836139773344232425</id><published>2010-12-24T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T11:43:11.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie's Letter from Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/watch/guest/_ZWs_A8VAjG-ne76Btrf8w"&gt;http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/watch/guest/_ZWs_A8VAjG-ne76Btrf8w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4836139773344232425?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4836139773344232425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4836139773344232425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4836139773344232425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4836139773344232425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/12/ellies-letter-from-santa.html' title='Ellie&apos;s Letter from Santa'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-1639477338306766484</id><published>2010-12-24T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T11:19:02.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reid's Video from Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/watch/guest/7YNE1DNKDpc63RgvcVej7A"&gt;http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/watch/guest/7YNE1DNKDpc63RgvcVej7A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-1639477338306766484?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3639819778228882197</id><published>2010-12-23T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:51:05.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>The countdown is getting really exciting at our house.  Ellie has been putting cotton balls on Santa's beard since the first day of December to count down the days until Christmas.  We are officially into the REALLY exciting stage because Uncle Aaron is home and presents from far away family members are coming in the mail.  I think this Christmas will be very fun for the kids because of their ages.  They are both so excited.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has also been nice doing special things along the way to show the kids what Christmas is really about.  Getting gifts for kids who are in need was a really special event this year because Ellie really gets that now.  I loved seeing how happy she was to give to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope the true meaning of Christmas shines brightly at your house this year.  Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRPB6vo2qWI/AAAAAAAAFD0/LfS_4prgPB0/s400/IMG_1698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553995980442347874" /&gt;Aunt Holly sent gifts in the mail from Florida, and as you can see, Ellie was in shock that Aunt Holly sent accessories for her Zhu Zhu pet that were just perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRPB6iTqZXI/AAAAAAAAFDs/Kz5I3dP0mnE/s1600/IMG_1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRPB6iTqZXI/AAAAAAAAFDs/Kz5I3dP0mnE/s400/IMG_1691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553995976863802738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie all dressed up for her holiday music program at school. I am amazed how grown up she is!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRPB6VE3woI/AAAAAAAAFDk/ulerma0moo8/s1600/IMG_1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRPB6VE3woI/AAAAAAAAFDk/ulerma0moo8/s400/IMG_1670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553995973312103042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seeing Santa was lots of fun this year.  Reid was asking Santa, "Where is your mouth?"  And the entire time he sat there, he was fixated on trying to figure out where Santa's mouth was.  Needless to say, all the people in line behind us had a great laugh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRPB6Hrzo8I/AAAAAAAAFDc/VCTHTyh3LWs/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRPB6Hrzo8I/AAAAAAAAFDc/VCTHTyh3LWs/s400/IMG_1673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553995969717314498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie and Santa having a little heart to heart.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRPB52tqP0I/AAAAAAAAFDU/qHSJ5fhE0mA/s1600/IMG_1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRPB52tqP0I/AAAAAAAAFDU/qHSJ5fhE0mA/s400/IMG_1671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553995965161684802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa was asking Ellie if she had been good this year.  She wouldn't look him in the eyes!  Maybe a little guilt set in due to terrorizing her brother from time to time!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3639819778228882197?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3639819778228882197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3639819778228882197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3639819778228882197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3639819778228882197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TRPB6vo2qWI/AAAAAAAAFD0/LfS_4prgPB0/s72-c/IMG_1698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3662314128102438902</id><published>2010-12-02T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:34:55.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean (but messy) fun...</title><content type='html'>Need a good way to get your countertops clean and allow your kids to have fun at the same time?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPg6MVYAYuI/AAAAAAAAFDM/YUpHaId9ILk/s1600/IMG_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPg6MVYAYuI/AAAAAAAAFDM/YUpHaId9ILk/s400/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546246924677440226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edge shaving gel is all you need....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPg6MD3gQiI/AAAAAAAAFDE/HLiVYCIiaT0/s1600/IMG_1613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPg6MD3gQiI/AAAAAAAAFDE/HLiVYCIiaT0/s400/IMG_1613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546246919977714210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But be careful.....6 year olds and 3 year olds can take it a little too far....(and I guess the 34 year old in the above picture can, too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPg6L9gtEMI/AAAAAAAAFC8/l2sRuj_z2FI/s1600/IMG_1626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPg6L9gtEMI/AAAAAAAAFC8/l2sRuj_z2FI/s400/IMG_1626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546246918271471810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Add some paintbrushes to the mix, and life is just grand!  And if you are asking how the shaving cream became shampoo to Reid....do you really have to ask???  It's Reid...remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPg6Lixx1DI/AAAAAAAAFC0/10-fQl2iYMc/s1600/IMG_1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPg6Lixx1DI/AAAAAAAAFC0/10-fQl2iYMc/s400/IMG_1620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546246911095329842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not sure who is to blame......you decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPg6LVKNF6I/AAAAAAAAFCs/sWiqWKGL54o/s1600/IMG_1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPg6LVKNF6I/AAAAAAAAFCs/sWiqWKGL54o/s400/IMG_1625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546246907439683490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shaving cream fun.....wow....a completely messy way to get some good, clean fun!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3662314128102438902?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3662314128102438902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3662314128102438902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3662314128102438902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3662314128102438902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/12/clean-but-messy-fun.html' title='Clean (but messy) fun...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPg6MVYAYuI/AAAAAAAAFDM/YUpHaId9ILk/s72-c/IMG_1612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-27385039902474151</id><published>2010-11-26T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:56:09.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas- Diva style</title><content type='html'>So, who says Christmas can't be girly?  Now don't get me wrong....we celebrate the TRUE meaning of Christmas at our house.  We love celebrating Christ's birth.  It is the focus of our holiday.  But when celebrating, Ellie likes to show her true spirit....which is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPBxoCzl2xI/AAAAAAAAFCk/TXXYeCE9wIQ/s1600/IMG_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544056074055047954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPBxoCzl2xI/AAAAAAAAFCk/TXXYeCE9wIQ/s400/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PINK and girly.  This tree is in her room, and she decorated it all on her own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPBxnzF2J7I/AAAAAAAAFCc/X-COMjFj1u0/s1600/IMG_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544056069836646322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPBxnzF2J7I/AAAAAAAAFCc/X-COMjFj1u0/s400/IMG_1566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It does get me all fired up for the season, that is for certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPBxngg3YTI/AAAAAAAAFCU/eozv8qcbzDY/s1600/IMG_1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544056064849699122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPBxngg3YTI/AAAAAAAAFCU/eozv8qcbzDY/s400/IMG_1567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She asked me if Jesus would be ok with her having a pink tree??? Pink tree or not....we are excited to start celebrating this most special time of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-27385039902474151?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/27385039902474151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=27385039902474151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/27385039902474151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/27385039902474151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-diva-style.html' title='Christmas- Diva style'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TPBxoCzl2xI/AAAAAAAAFCk/TXXYeCE9wIQ/s72-c/IMG_1564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-7217404966040785702</id><published>2010-11-23T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:33:43.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool has begun!</title><content type='html'>Well, Preschool has officially begun for Reid. I had issues with sending him. Not because I didn't want him to go, or because I thought the program would not be good for him. Actually, just the opposite. I think that the structure and daily routine is good for him, and I think that having him go into the program that he is in is wonderful. It is a gift to Reid, for sure. Reid qualified to go because of speech issues. He really speaks quite well, and I am so proud of how far he has come. He tries to say anything you ask him to say, and usually with little difficulty. He does have lacking sounds and some nasality issues, but all in all, we are blessed by what his speech teachers have been able to accomplish with him so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid had an IEP written for him in the areas of speech and language development, and was able to go to a wonderful preschool program with speech services weekly targeted for his IEP goals. What a gift. And even more so, he can go for this year and the next two....with no cost. What a blessing. And my issues, you ask? He is my baby. Yes, he is stubborn and so strong-willed, but he is just 3, and he seems so little yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was able to go to a Thanksgiving celebration in his class last week, and she was able to report that Reid was able to listen to directions, follow along, participate in a class "play" and even walked up to the microphone and clearly state, "I'm thankful for my family." Mom had wonderful things to report to me, and said that he just looked at home there. My heart is relieved. She took some pictures, and I wanted to share. Now, keep in mind, in his class are 3, 4, and 5 year olds. It's funny to see him as the "little one" because he is so big....but I think he is in good hands, and I think we are blessed to have him in this program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TOxaUb8uL3I/AAAAAAAAFCM/oMJpF5Wurps/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BNov.%2B2010%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542904548532563826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TOxaUb8uL3I/AAAAAAAAFCM/oMJpF5Wurps/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BNov.%2B2010%2B005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid's class. Doesn't he look small!!!! He is the last one on the right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TOxaT6AnOII/AAAAAAAAFCE/sNIRL2Twvds/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BNov.%2B2010%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542904539422079106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TOxaT6AnOII/AAAAAAAAFCE/sNIRL2Twvds/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BNov.%2B2010%2B006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My baby.....first in line for food! Wonder where he gets that trait????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TOxaTuiuy3I/AAAAAAAAFB8/rNd-Isq9tqA/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BNov.%2B2010%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542904536343956338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TOxaTuiuy3I/AAAAAAAAFB8/rNd-Isq9tqA/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BNov.%2B2010%2B011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little one has a true place in my heart. This is Makenna. She was also born cleft. Her family and ours live in the same town, and have become great friends through this journey that we are on together. Reid and Makenna share a bond much deeper than just the cleft. They are, and hopefully will be, great friends for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TOxaQJQf_PI/AAAAAAAAFB0/ZCmznmhSCiA/s1600/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BNov.%2B2010%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542904474795769074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TOxaQJQf_PI/AAAAAAAAFB0/ZCmznmhSCiA/s400/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BNov.%2B2010%2B009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How did I think he would not like preschool? I think this picture says it all. And I think everything is going to be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-7217404966040785702?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/7217404966040785702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=7217404966040785702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7217404966040785702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7217404966040785702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/11/preschool-has-begun.html' title='Preschool has begun!'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TOxaUb8uL3I/AAAAAAAAFCM/oMJpF5Wurps/s72-c/Reid%2527s%2Bpreschool%252C%2BNov.%2B2010%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8477697932857287893</id><published>2010-11-13T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T12:17:05.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novermber Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>I have to completely applaud the lovely folks at Portrait Innovations.  Anyone who can take 96 pictures of Reid and have me stumped for an hour on which pose is the best should be commended.  They were on time, efficient, clean, and took absolutely wonderful pictures of the kids.  Seriously....96 pictures.  I wanted to post just a few that I thought were super cute.  Don't look too close.....you may be getting some in your Christmas envelopes before you know it!  See what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7wVLaqFhI/AAAAAAAAFBk/SlH3NkZTFKM/s1600/0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539128838344807954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7wVLaqFhI/AAAAAAAAFBk/SlH3NkZTFKM/s400/0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid did not want to lay down for this shot.  We had to bribe him and told him he could ride on the fire truck prop if he cooperated.  That's all it took!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7wUh_SxWI/AAAAAAAAFBc/YJB6ze-awlM/s1600/0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539128827224180066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7wUh_SxWI/AAAAAAAAFBc/YJB6ze-awlM/s400/0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wasn't even going to get Ellie's picture taken since she had school pictures that just came home.  But, since we were there....might as well, right?  I was glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7wUpV_u0I/AAAAAAAAFBU/yZWTozTwuFo/s1600/0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539128829198449474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7wUpV_u0I/AAAAAAAAFBU/yZWTozTwuFo/s400/0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got this picture for one reason.  My dad.  He always loved Ellie's lashes.  When I saw this picture of her looking down, showing off those beautiful lashes, I had to smile.  I can hear my dad saying, "Ellie, where are your eyelashes?  Too bad you don't have any..."  So, this one is for you, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7wUeNljhI/AAAAAAAAFBM/rMnc-wFXoMs/s1600/0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539128826210389522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7wUeNljhI/AAAAAAAAFBM/rMnc-wFXoMs/s400/0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so glad my kids love books.  I like the quiet moment portrayed here.  There aren't too many moments like this at our house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7v-YNAzDI/AAAAAAAAFBE/RVCTQHIbtWE/s1600/0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539128446640245810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7v-YNAzDI/AAAAAAAAFBE/RVCTQHIbtWE/s400/0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie....hard to believe she is 6 already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7v-BN4MII/AAAAAAAAFA8/5nVMg6Q8bpw/s1600/0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539128440469860482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7v-BN4MII/AAAAAAAAFA8/5nVMg6Q8bpw/s400/0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just Reid's personality perfected!  Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7v90NeEnI/AAAAAAAAFA0/A4Z8q2s41Lk/s1600/0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539128436978487922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7v90NeEnI/AAAAAAAAFA0/A4Z8q2s41Lk/s400/0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 already....amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7v9Y38CJI/AAAAAAAAFAs/y9h43jgTpzY/s1600/0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539128429640419474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7v9Y38CJI/AAAAAAAAFAs/y9h43jgTpzY/s400/0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doens't he look so grown up???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7v9F928GI/AAAAAAAAFAk/NB22cWGvFb4/s1600/0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539128424564977762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7v9F928GI/AAAAAAAAFAk/NB22cWGvFb4/s400/0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little man!  A perfect portrait session!  A happy mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8477697932857287893?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8477697932857287893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8477697932857287893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8477697932857287893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8477697932857287893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/11/novermber-photo-shoot.html' title='Novermber Photo Shoot'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN7wVLaqFhI/AAAAAAAAFBk/SlH3NkZTFKM/s72-c/0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-7710173760096266752</id><published>2010-11-13T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T04:57:06.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ole' Days</title><content type='html'>Remember the days of no microwaves???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN6KQrWD96I/AAAAAAAAFAc/s6-Bf7PD6E0/s1600/IMG_1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539016610830088098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN6KQrWD96I/AAAAAAAAFAc/s6-Bf7PD6E0/s400/IMG_1554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Read thought that our "Old Fashioned" popcorn popper was amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN6KQHXmCOI/AAAAAAAAFAU/MAjWB3lrl68/s1600/IMG_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539016601172838626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN6KQHXmCOI/AAAAAAAAFAU/MAjWB3lrl68/s400/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had never seen such a cool machine before.  It amazed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN6KPnXtMeI/AAAAAAAAFAM/vckNe5KHfxE/s1600/IMG_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539016592583373282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN6KPnXtMeI/AAAAAAAAFAM/vckNe5KHfxE/s400/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then when the popping actually started, we about had to have a party because of all the excitement at our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN6KPHE1HjI/AAAAAAAAFAE/iE9uG3tB64w/s1600/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539016583914266162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN6KPHE1HjI/AAAAAAAAFAE/iE9uG3tB64w/s400/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who would have thought that such a simple Friday night snack would be the highlight of the evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN6KO7nmRZI/AAAAAAAAE_8/BUUht-H6Es8/s1600/IMG_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539016580838868370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN6KO7nmRZI/AAAAAAAAE_8/BUUht-H6Es8/s400/IMG_1563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But trust me, it definitely was! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-7710173760096266752?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/7710173760096266752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=7710173760096266752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7710173760096266752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7710173760096266752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-ole-days.html' title='Good Ole&apos; Days'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TN6KQrWD96I/AAAAAAAAFAc/s6-Bf7PD6E0/s72-c/IMG_1554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8165870197250213157</id><published>2010-10-24T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:30:47.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet for too long</title><content type='html'>When Reid is quiet for too long, I start to panic.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;panicked&lt;/span&gt; too late today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TMRQOqmf0ZI/AAAAAAAAE_0/h2dBEjXjsxY/s1600/IMG_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531634455201960338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TMRQOqmf0ZI/AAAAAAAAE_0/h2dBEjXjsxY/s400/IMG_1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had already attempted to "help me take out the trash".  And yes, those were his words.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TMRQNyfHa7I/AAAAAAAAE_s/spZIVk9k73A/s1600/IMG_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531634440138615730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TMRQNyfHa7I/AAAAAAAAE_s/spZIVk9k73A/s400/IMG_1518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never knew cleaning paper shredders could be so much fun for the high-energy 2 1/2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TMRQNj56JwI/AAAAAAAAE_k/mQ6Urh9ZqcE/s1600/IMG_1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531634436224460546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TMRQNj56JwI/AAAAAAAAE_k/mQ6Urh9ZqcE/s400/IMG_1521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But as you see, it was LOTS of fun for Reid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TMRQNN6snQI/AAAAAAAAE_c/e17cJWsPOS8/s1600/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531634430322187522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TMRQNN6snQI/AAAAAAAAE_c/e17cJWsPOS8/s400/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But all fun must come to an end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TMRQMtSPhLI/AAAAAAAAE_U/6ZwfyjGT3uE/s1600/IMG_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531634421562574002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TMRQMtSPhLI/AAAAAAAAE_U/6ZwfyjGT3uE/s400/IMG_1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And cleaning up is a must.  Thanks for giving me a laugh today, Reid.  And also thank you for making me clean up the computer room...a job needing done, anyway.  Your help is always appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8165870197250213157?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8165870197250213157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8165870197250213157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8165870197250213157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8165870197250213157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/10/quiet-for-too-long.html' title='Quiet for too long'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TMRQOqmf0ZI/AAAAAAAAE_0/h2dBEjXjsxY/s72-c/IMG_1517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-1255929661587357570</id><published>2010-10-12T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:50:45.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Visitors</title><content type='html'>There is nothing better than when family comes home to visit!!!  Brian's brother, Aaron, and his girlfriend, Christina came "home" to visit last weekend.  We were blessed by their visit, and we are hoping Reid did not scare away Christina from coming back again.  She definitely got a good taste of what "family" is all about!  It was a gorgeous October weekend, and we spent a good part of Sunday in Pappy and Grandma's boat.  What a great way to spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT_vglTnbI/AAAAAAAAE_M/6K53eEyq_HI/s1600/IMG_1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527323834355785138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT_vglTnbI/AAAAAAAAE_M/6K53eEyq_HI/s400/IMG_1485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you see....Uncle Aaron brings out the best in us all!  Here is Brian taking a moment to pose for the camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT_vPKXktI/AAAAAAAAE_E/2t2HMS--py0/s1600/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527323829679395538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT_vPKXktI/AAAAAAAAE_E/2t2HMS--py0/s400/IMG_1475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are....enjoying our day together.  I am surprised Reid was smiling so well.  He hadn't had a nap and was about ready to take a crash landing at any moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT_uSsTwqI/AAAAAAAAE-8/nz1cIpDE6so/s1600/IMG_1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527323813447189154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT_uSsTwqI/AAAAAAAAE-8/nz1cIpDE6so/s400/IMG_1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Carol and Ellie-Bell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT_t4n0BQI/AAAAAAAAE-0/vDywuWEZUss/s1600/IMG_1472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527323806449009922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT_t4n0BQI/AAAAAAAAE-0/vDywuWEZUss/s400/IMG_1472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh....yes....my photogenic one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT-nHxf77I/AAAAAAAAE-s/AInxcj9l11I/s1600/IMG_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527322590745456562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT-nHxf77I/AAAAAAAAE-s/AInxcj9l11I/s400/IMG_1462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Aaron and Christina.  We were so glad to have them with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT-mnqUHeI/AAAAAAAAE-k/B5LxlvN8ka8/s1600/IMG_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527322582125387234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT-mnqUHeI/AAAAAAAAE-k/B5LxlvN8ka8/s400/IMG_1469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Titanic, anyone????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT-mVDR7PI/AAAAAAAAE-c/nUoVgytGUZQ/s1600/IMG_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527322577129827570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT-mVDR7PI/AAAAAAAAE-c/nUoVgytGUZQ/s400/IMG_1457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christina, Ellie, and Uncle Aaron.  Ellie would not leave their side.  She cried when we had to say goodbye.  It's never easy to send someone off who you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT-mIBI7TI/AAAAAAAAE-U/2i-PpaACAb4/s1600/IMG_1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527322573631188274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT-mIBI7TI/AAAAAAAAE-U/2i-PpaACAb4/s400/IMG_1454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Aaron and my girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT-lqDuVxI/AAAAAAAAE-M/nxA7ofWYm7o/s1600/IMG_1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527322565588965138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT-lqDuVxI/AAAAAAAAE-M/nxA7ofWYm7o/s400/IMG_1464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Christina and Uncle Aaron for being with us!!!!  Come back real soon!  We love you both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-1255929661587357570?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/1255929661587357570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=1255929661587357570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1255929661587357570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1255929661587357570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/10/special-visitors.html' title='Special Visitors'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TLT_vglTnbI/AAAAAAAAE_M/6K53eEyq_HI/s72-c/IMG_1485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-1660611586555751776</id><published>2010-10-06T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:52:04.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TK0YuENvb-I/AAAAAAAAE-E/Qy_ICNamTOE/s1600/IMG_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525099497537892322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TK0YuENvb-I/AAAAAAAAE-E/Qy_ICNamTOE/s400/IMG_1384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Reid showing off to a good friend of his.  This little peanut is our minister's daughter who Reid loves.  I love her expression because I am quite convinced she thinks Reid is nuts!  And that's ok!  I think Reid is also trying to show off those baby blues of his.  Love how they show up in this picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-1660611586555751776?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/1660611586555751776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=1660611586555751776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1660611586555751776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1660611586555751776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/10/show-off.html' title='Show Off'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TK0YuENvb-I/AAAAAAAAE-E/Qy_ICNamTOE/s72-c/IMG_1384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3051614405942271822</id><published>2010-09-29T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:07:55.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of an angel....</title><content type='html'>Tonight I sit with teary eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago tomorrow, my dad received his angel wings.  It's amazing how some days it feels like we have been without him much longer than just a year.  And yet, I still find myself hoping he will walk through my front door, arms open, waiting to greet the kids.  For the most part, I think I have learned a lot about myself and I have marveled at how strong my mom has become.  I know Dad is watching her and smiling at what an amazing job she is doing.  That is a given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sadness stems from watching my kids grow up without him.  We planted a tree for Dad yesterday which will always be a reminder for us of Dad.  Ellie and Reid talk a lot about my dad, which is something I always want to encourage.  We definitely keep him alive in our hearts, that is for sure.  I miss Dad's jokes, his laugh, his teasing, his love for his grandkids and family, his joy, his musical talents, and his gift of just making anyone feel welcome at anytime.  I rejoice that he is in heaven free from pain, no doubt.  But, wow....I do miss him.  Dad....we love and miss you like crazy.  I feel like I see a part of you many days whether it be a beautiful sunset on my way to work, or remembering a favorite joke of yours and laughing just remembering how you would tell it over and over again.  Some things never get old.  I rejoice knowing that I will see you again one day.  Thank goodness I have that to hang on to.  Dad.....love you always.  Miss you tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TKPfd3OXZ5I/AAAAAAAAE98/XCq59332mYw/s1600/formula_20090412_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522503272219764626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TKPfd3OXZ5I/AAAAAAAAE98/XCq59332mYw/s400/formula_20090412_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and Reid- Easter 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TKPfdFW_inI/AAAAAAAAE90/O7TKZZveFkU/s1600/Ellie+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522503258834176626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TKPfdFW_inI/AAAAAAAAE90/O7TKZZveFkU/s400/Ellie+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A favorite picture of mine....this is the day my dad became a grandpa for the first time!  Here he is in his glory, holding Ellie.  Sept. 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3051614405942271822?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3051614405942271822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3051614405942271822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3051614405942271822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3051614405942271822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/09/thoughts-of-angel.html' title='Thoughts of an angel....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TKPfd3OXZ5I/AAAAAAAAE98/XCq59332mYw/s72-c/formula_20090412_99_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2810774225572455312</id><published>2010-09-13T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:08:12.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Time</title><content type='html'>We took the kids to our county fair yesterday, and they loved it.  Here are some photos from the fabulous family day that we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6tTiNdgcI/AAAAAAAAE9s/qetzoxrBAX4/s1600/IMG_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6tTiNdgcI/AAAAAAAAE9s/qetzoxrBAX4/s400/IMG_1385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516537144687821250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids checking out the ducks....not terribly exciting, but they were just loving every creature they would run in to!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6tS0Ddg6I/AAAAAAAAE9k/o6VvhtvmAKQ/s1600/IMG_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6tS0Ddg6I/AAAAAAAAE9k/o6VvhtvmAKQ/s400/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516537132297847714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie next to the largest bunny that we have ever seen!  Ellie just laughed and laughed about this guy all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6tSKqQevI/AAAAAAAAE9c/O4oOOBBqMQo/s1600/IMG_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6tSKqQevI/AAAAAAAAE9c/O4oOOBBqMQo/s400/IMG_1389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516537121186282226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie and the goat who loved giving her wet hand licks.  Ellie loved every minute of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6tRUV1KCI/AAAAAAAAE9U/8lnoTuiH0v4/s1600/IMG_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6tRUV1KCI/AAAAAAAAE9U/8lnoTuiH0v4/s400/IMG_1393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516537106605090850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reid being sweet.  He would walk up to the sheep and say in the sweetest voice, "Hi, sheepie!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6tQ79meeI/AAAAAAAAE9M/DfOkrjRqR0M/s1600/IMG_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6tQ79meeI/AAAAAAAAE9M/DfOkrjRqR0M/s400/IMG_1399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516537100061014498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, we spent most of our time on the tractors.  We had to lure Reid out of this section with a promise to ride some rides.  He would have stayed on the tractors for the day if we would have let him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6rrrprxMI/AAAAAAAAE9E/Gh4OxD9NAQI/s1600/IMG_1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6rrrprxMI/AAAAAAAAE9E/Gh4OxD9NAQI/s400/IMG_1407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516535360515720386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie and Reid loving life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6rrAUAXcI/AAAAAAAAE88/5zySSEw6XFc/s1600/IMG_1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6rrAUAXcI/AAAAAAAAE88/5zySSEw6XFc/s400/IMG_1409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516535348882070978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bus went in circles pretty high for the little ones on the ride.  I didn't know if Reid would like this or not.  Double click this photo to really see how Reid felt about it.  He and Ellie are in the last seat on the bus.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6rqZNxnMI/AAAAAAAAE80/cgc4IEdI8yw/s1600/IMG_1411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6rqZNxnMI/AAAAAAAAE80/cgc4IEdI8yw/s400/IMG_1411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516535338386955458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting in line...and being very sweet about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6rp7zrvPI/AAAAAAAAE8s/mNn7hjK1sXw/s1600/IMG_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6rp7zrvPI/AAAAAAAAE8s/mNn7hjK1sXw/s400/IMG_1414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516535330492890354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No hands for my two daredevils!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6rpISs63I/AAAAAAAAE8k/thq_-MDXz1Y/s1600/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6rpISs63I/AAAAAAAAE8k/thq_-MDXz1Y/s400/IMG_1420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516535316664347506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And after a long day....nothing is better than a nice, sweet nap.  What a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2810774225572455312?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2810774225572455312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2810774225572455312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2810774225572455312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2810774225572455312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/09/fair-time.html' title='Fair Time'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI6tTiNdgcI/AAAAAAAAE9s/qetzoxrBAX4/s72-c/IMG_1385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3409248985700839433</id><published>2010-09-13T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:14:17.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Grandpa</title><content type='html'>Ellie wanted to decorate something for Grandpa...so that is what we did today.  We had no school today, because of Fair Day.  If you are reading this and asking yourself..."What in the world is Fair Day????" you are missing out, my friends!  In our county, we actually have a day off school for the county fair.  Yep....totally true.  So, Ellie was off and so was I....so we decided this would be "decoration day!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI5n421rbeI/AAAAAAAAE7M/gSTJwltRnEI/s1600/IMG_1425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516460820066430434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI5n421rbeI/AAAAAAAAE7M/gSTJwltRnEI/s400/IMG_1425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie made a picture for my dad, and the only way I could think of to keep it nice was to put it in a large baggie and then stake it down.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI5n4K47xLI/AAAAAAAAE7E/qxhfunNinMc/s1600/IMG_1426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516460808268924082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI5n4K47xLI/AAAAAAAAE7E/qxhfunNinMc/s400/IMG_1426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid made one too, and Ellie wanted to make sure that Grandpa knew this was from Reid. So, she put his name on the paper first.  Then, she thought about it and asked me, "How will Grandpa know that I wrote Reid's name?"  So, then she added her name as well.  Just to be safe, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI5n3lqc78I/AAAAAAAAE68/TDIKZPFkXqo/s1600/IMG_1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516460798276071362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI5n3lqc78I/AAAAAAAAE68/TDIKZPFkXqo/s400/IMG_1429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought a fall "decoration" if you will for Dad.  I think his stone looks very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI5n2psY2hI/AAAAAAAAE60/1i6h3M0YMVg/s1600/IMG_1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516460782178064914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI5n2psY2hI/AAAAAAAAE60/1i6h3M0YMVg/s400/IMG_1430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie also picked this flower from the tree next to dad's stone.  She wanted to take it home with her to think of Grandpa, as she put it.  It's in a vase next to her bed as we speak.  My heart is smiling.  (and I am sure Dad is, too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI5n2Lnm6dI/AAAAAAAAE6s/34k0D54Hurw/s1600/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516460774104951250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI5n2Lnm6dI/AAAAAAAAE6s/34k0D54Hurw/s400/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all miss you and love you, Dad.  I hope you know just how much.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3409248985700839433?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3409248985700839433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3409248985700839433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3409248985700839433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3409248985700839433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-grandpa.html' title='For Grandpa'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TI5n421rbeI/AAAAAAAAE7M/gSTJwltRnEI/s72-c/IMG_1425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2369528438857655439</id><published>2010-09-04T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T10:45:34.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th birthday, my sweet</title><content type='html'>When I became a mom I would always hear people say, "Don't blink....she will be all grown up before you know it..."  Now granted, there were those days that I would wonder if I would ever have the strength to make it through.....but for the most part, all of those people were right.  It has gone by fast!  Ellie is turning 6 today.  What a little blessing she is to so many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie, you are Mommy's peanut...and you always will be.  I love you more and more each day.  I thank you for being such a great big sister to Reid.  He is lucky to have you to look up to.  I treasure each day with you, and I love you to the moon and back.  Happy 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, Ellie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIKAFCHMtaI/AAAAAAAAE6c/pODwwNB_30c/s1600/Ellie+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513109717809673634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIKAFCHMtaI/AAAAAAAAE6c/pODwwNB_30c/s400/Ellie+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sept. 4, 2004....Welcome to the world, Ellie Marie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIKAE3BPCRI/AAAAAAAAE6U/x_42lLkv25Y/s1600/116_1674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513109714831870226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIKAE3BPCRI/AAAAAAAAE6U/x_42lLkv25Y/s400/116_1674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sept. 2005- 1 year and so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIJ-9QdvAFI/AAAAAAAAE6M/NvDXtxZlfNw/s1600/127_2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513108484711710802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIJ-9QdvAFI/AAAAAAAAE6M/NvDXtxZlfNw/s400/127_2706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sept. 2006- 2 years and getting a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ornerier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIJ-9It6oHI/AAAAAAAAE6E/355VpnGPaeY/s1600/IMG_3403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513108482632097906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIJ-9It6oHI/AAAAAAAAE6E/355VpnGPaeY/s400/IMG_3403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sept. 2007- 3 years and very excited to become a big sister soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIJ-89f_1YI/AAAAAAAAE58/zb_ZqoumQt0/s1600/formula_20080920_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513108479620928898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIJ-89f_1YI/AAAAAAAAE58/zb_ZqoumQt0/s400/formula_20080920_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sept. 2008- 4 years....and the real orneriness begins!  You always give us a good laugh, El!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIJ-8Z_qr9I/AAAAAAAAE50/Djps2mez-5M/s1600/zoo_20090906_99_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513108470090084306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIJ-8Z_qr9I/AAAAAAAAE50/Djps2mez-5M/s400/zoo_20090906_99_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sept. 2009- 5 years....always ready for the camera.  The big decision of this year was to grow your hair long.  You would ask me every morning after waking up if your hair looked longer than the day before.  Sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIJ-7z4BatI/AAAAAAAAE5s/fq1utSj4mwk/s1600/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513108459857472210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIJ-7z4BatI/AAAAAAAAE5s/fq1utSj4mwk/s400/IMG_0708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sept. 2010- 6 years old.  Happy birthday, Ellie.  I could not be more proud of you.  You have just completed your first week of kindergarten and have done exceptionally well.  I can't believe how fast you are becoming a little lady.  Love you forever and ever, little one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2369528438857655439?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2369528438857655439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2369528438857655439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2369528438857655439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2369528438857655439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-6th-birthday-my-sweet.html' title='Happy 6th birthday, my sweet'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TIKAFCHMtaI/AAAAAAAAE6c/pODwwNB_30c/s72-c/Ellie+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-7728836094886820970</id><published>2010-08-29T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:15:20.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big "First Day"</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that I sent my little girl off to her first day of Kindergarten on Friday.  Time really has gone by quickly.  I can say that I was so proud of her and I was confident that she would be fine...so I was fine.  Brian took the day off so he could take her and pick her up.  Since it was my first week of school, too....it would have been a bit tricky to have taken the day off.  I was grateful Brian could.  Ellie is very thrilled with her teacher as well as having some of her good friends in class with her.  That always makes the transition easier.  Ellie, I am super proud of you....love you so much....and can not believe you are a mighty kindergarten student already!  So proud of you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THrMYmAOdgI/AAAAAAAAE5k/a2RtlncbS-8/s1600/IMG_1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510941816931644930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THrMYmAOdgI/AAAAAAAAE5k/a2RtlncbS-8/s400/IMG_1248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie getting all geared up for her first day.  Love that the backpack is about as big as she is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THrMYE0gE_I/AAAAAAAAE5c/T2qFyZetnAg/s1600/IMG_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510941808024097778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THrMYE0gE_I/AAAAAAAAE5c/T2qFyZetnAg/s400/IMG_1251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's girl......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THrMXoLbTII/AAAAAAAAE5U/yzP7MgN7Ly8/s1600/IMG_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510941800335625346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THrMXoLbTII/AAAAAAAAE5U/yzP7MgN7Ly8/s400/IMG_1253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid will not know what to do with himself while Ellie is away all day.  It will be a transition for us all I have a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THrMXLmyycI/AAAAAAAAE5M/5aBgx_K-Atk/s1600/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510941792665782722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THrMXLmyycI/AAAAAAAAE5M/5aBgx_K-Atk/s400/IMG_1255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian treated Ellie to a special breakfast before school on her first day.  Maybe this will become a tradition in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THrMWIz9TPI/AAAAAAAAE5E/Uef-BRTiXjQ/s1600/IMG_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510941774735822066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THrMWIz9TPI/AAAAAAAAE5E/Uef-BRTiXjQ/s400/IMG_1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There she is!  Next to the school ready for her big day!!!  I am sure there will be MANY pictures and updates to follow as we begin this new journey!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-7728836094886820970?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/7728836094886820970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=7728836094886820970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7728836094886820970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7728836094886820970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-first-day.html' title='The big &quot;First Day&quot;'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THrMYmAOdgI/AAAAAAAAE5k/a2RtlncbS-8/s72-c/IMG_1248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6394240932019615515</id><published>2010-08-25T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:58:00.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A shining angel</title><content type='html'>First of all, to all of you who actually stop by to check on things at the "ski" blog, I must apologize.  Life here has been a zoo with me starting back to work which means an adjustment for us all.  Earlier bedtimes have been in place for a little while now which is helping the mornings go smoothly.  Ellie will start Kindergarten on Friday, so getting her all set and ready has also been a big job.  So, needless to say, I have not been a faithful blogger at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me tonight to let me know that my dad's gravestone was put in place today. She sent my brother and myself pictures since my dad is not buried in the town I live in.  It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; cloudy day all day long.  Not much sun shone all day.  My mom said as she was just about to take her last picture at the cemetary, the sun appeared.  As you will see from the picture, it only shone on my dad's name.  I think he was sending Mom a little message letting her know that he is doing just fine....and he is looking down on us all, especially Mom.  It's nice to know that Dad light surrounds us......always.  Love and miss you, Dad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THW6dz02LWI/AAAAAAAAE48/gVo9hHLE6co/s1600/Leatherman+Gravestones,+August+25,+2010+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509514740448505186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THW6dz02LWI/AAAAAAAAE48/gVo9hHLE6co/s400/Leatherman+Gravestones,+August+25,+2010+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6394240932019615515?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6394240932019615515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6394240932019615515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6394240932019615515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6394240932019615515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/08/shining-angel.html' title='A shining angel'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/THW6dz02LWI/AAAAAAAAE48/gVo9hHLE6co/s72-c/Leatherman+Gravestones,+August+25,+2010+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6782698565140067851</id><published>2010-08-16T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:41:21.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh beginning</title><content type='html'>I have been spending a lot of time at school lately.  Probably too much time if you ask my husband!  My classroom was moved this year.  It's a huge job, but I can not complain because I am heading into an air conditioned room!!!  I should have taken before and after pics because this won't do it justice.  My room is in the basement, and it was really in need of some TLC when I arrived.  I think I am ready for my students to come next Monday.  I am happy with how the room came out, and am ready for a bright, fresh, positive start to the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnnIqnhERI/AAAAAAAAE40/RWbVcl2BuIw/s1600/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506186155502145810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnnIqnhERI/AAAAAAAAE40/RWbVcl2BuIw/s400/IMG_1240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found this lamp....and had to have it!  I went with browns and a soft turquoise blue for my colors this year.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnnIJ1BTGI/AAAAAAAAE4s/7iu4RZtrG58/s1600/IMG_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506186146700414050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnnIJ1BTGI/AAAAAAAAE4s/7iu4RZtrG58/s400/IMG_1239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am standing at the front of my room looking to one side.  My room is very wide but does not have much length.  Coming up with a seating plan for 26 was a little hairy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnnHYK1XOI/AAAAAAAAE4k/PnXlUelXuWI/s1600/IMG_1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506186133370133730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnnHYK1XOI/AAAAAAAAE4k/PnXlUelXuWI/s400/IMG_1238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just another view looking into the room from my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnmKo_3BkI/AAAAAAAAE4c/gh4LwEM2rHE/s1600/IMG_1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506185089915487810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnmKo_3BkI/AAAAAAAAE4c/gh4LwEM2rHE/s400/IMG_1237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My HUGE desk.  I think Reid could fit in the drawers.  My mom made me the curtains.  I was looking for a homey feeling this year, and I was really pleased with how everything looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnmKBOrCBI/AAAAAAAAE4U/aFLDIF3YnjE/s1600/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506185079240198162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnmKBOrCBI/AAAAAAAAE4U/aFLDIF3YnjE/s400/IMG_1236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Standing towards the back of the room looking to the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnmJ3PLlZI/AAAAAAAAE4M/PbUbBSdjskA/s1600/IMG_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506185076557976978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnmJ3PLlZI/AAAAAAAAE4M/PbUbBSdjskA/s400/IMG_1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I saw my class list.....I came to the conclusion that I needed some positive quotes that would bring accountability and positive-ness to my kids. I think this quote is beautiful!!! So true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnmJc3zYrI/AAAAAAAAE4E/cUauHdvHMpk/s1600/IMG_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506185069480600242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnmJc3zYrI/AAAAAAAAE4E/cUauHdvHMpk/s400/IMG_1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am using this quote as the theme for the year. This is posted outside my classroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnmIsDnE7I/AAAAAAAAE38/riwXw0lLycw/s1600/IMG_1232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506185056376787890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnmIsDnE7I/AAAAAAAAE38/riwXw0lLycw/s400/IMG_1232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ha! Just because I had to! It's a nice reminder to my 4th graders that I am always looking for honesty. 2010-2011 school year....here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6782698565140067851?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6782698565140067851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6782698565140067851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6782698565140067851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6782698565140067851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/08/fresh-beginning.html' title='A fresh beginning'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGnnIqnhERI/AAAAAAAAE40/RWbVcl2BuIw/s72-c/IMG_1240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-4289637564453393831</id><published>2010-08-16T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:32:28.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Speech Visit</title><content type='html'>Reid finished out his speech services for this summer today.  It is hard to believe that we have attended all of our sessions and we are kissing the summer time days goodbye.  Reid really enjoyed his speech sessions with Miss Judy.  She did a really nice job with him and worked on his oral motor skills in depth.  His drooling is MUCH better, and his "S" sound is coming along nicely.  We will continue to work on oral motot exercises at home as I head back to school, but for now....we are calling it goodbye.  I am pleased with Reid's overall progress this summer.  He worked hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGmNCRSs4JI/AAAAAAAAE30/AvEBwANClE8/s1600/IMG_1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506087089578238098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGmNCRSs4JI/AAAAAAAAE30/AvEBwANClE8/s400/IMG_1224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Working with Miss Judy and the NUK brush.  She was rubbing lemon ice on his lips and then working exercises with him.  Reid loves anything that incorporates food into his day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGmMrXIp3iI/AAAAAAAAE3s/YsmDEosDaFY/s1600/IMG_1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506086696009719330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGmMrXIp3iI/AAAAAAAAE3s/YsmDEosDaFY/s400/IMG_1225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmmmmmm.....lemon ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGmMqwzSXhI/AAAAAAAAE3k/EPcIvKIs3dE/s1600/IMG_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506086685719551506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGmMqwzSXhI/AAAAAAAAE3k/EPcIvKIs3dE/s400/IMG_1226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid being a little bit rowdy.  I think he was feeling comfortable with Miss Judy....maybe a little too comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGmMqiht6hI/AAAAAAAAE3c/J6vLEH-wc98/s1600/IMG_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506086681887762962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGmMqiht6hI/AAAAAAAAE3c/J6vLEH-wc98/s400/IMG_1228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie went with us today because I didn't have a sitter...and she enjoyed getting to paint her brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGmMp8URZrI/AAAAAAAAE3U/am0HBMhvbVk/s1600/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506086671630821042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGmMp8URZrI/AAAAAAAAE3U/am0HBMhvbVk/s400/IMG_1230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More painting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGmMpTvoJmI/AAAAAAAAE3M/Dn2ZNuOREn0/s1600/IMG_1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506086660739704418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGmMpTvoJmI/AAAAAAAAE3M/Dn2ZNuOREn0/s400/IMG_1231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks Miss Judy for all your help this summer!  We will miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4289637564453393831?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4289637564453393831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4289637564453393831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4289637564453393831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4289637564453393831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-speech-visit.html' title='Last Speech Visit'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TGmNCRSs4JI/AAAAAAAAE30/AvEBwANClE8/s72-c/IMG_1224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3316026678718488975</id><published>2010-08-02T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:47:22.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idlewild Park Visit</title><content type='html'>We were lucky enough to head to Pennsylvania last week with my mom to enjoy Idlewild Park.  It is basically an amusement park for toddlers and young children.  It contains Storybook Forest, Mr. Rogers neighborhood, and many amusement rides for little ones.  Since Brian had taken off time at the start of the summer, I asked my mom to accompany me because I knew I would need her help with the kids.....or shall I just say, Reid???  We ended up making a mini-vacation out of it and stayed 4 days.  It was a great time for all, and we really enjoyed our time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFbOIQ9YGbI/AAAAAAAAE3E/umznAyUsZL4/s1600/IMG_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500810636266314162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFbOIQ9YGbI/AAAAAAAAE3E/umznAyUsZL4/s400/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My own little Raggedy Ann and Andy in Storybook forest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFbOIGjEH5I/AAAAAAAAE28/qy7OVK7_ZiA/s1600/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500810633471598482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFbOIGjEH5I/AAAAAAAAE28/qy7OVK7_ZiA/s400/IMG_1105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid loving life on the airplanes, and Ellie loving it even more since she was in control of the up-down motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFbOHjGRw2I/AAAAAAAAE20/eZB0BiYhAnQ/s1600/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500810623955616610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFbOHjGRw2I/AAAAAAAAE20/eZB0BiYhAnQ/s400/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid not sure if he is enjoying his teacup ride or not.  I can tell you, after riding it about 3 times, I had had enough! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFbOHFeie2I/AAAAAAAAE2s/FoSGJhxbeGA/s1600/IMG_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500810616004311906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFbOHFeie2I/AAAAAAAAE2s/FoSGJhxbeGA/s400/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid in his glory on the train ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa9vdx5bmI/AAAAAAAAE2k/pb9Q6Jy8XQI/s1600/IMG_1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500792618025053794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa9vdx5bmI/AAAAAAAAE2k/pb9Q6Jy8XQI/s400/IMG_1119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little drivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa9u9Eo0tI/AAAAAAAAE2c/jZlzmjvGyVo/s1600/IMG_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500792609245287122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa9u9Eo0tI/AAAAAAAAE2c/jZlzmjvGyVo/s400/IMG_1127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid followed "Ricky" around the whole time.  "Ricky" was probably glad to see our vacation come to an end.  We spent much time loving on "Ricky" while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa9ulJBm4I/AAAAAAAAE2U/srvcIwaUMSM/s1600/IMG_1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500792602821237634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa9ulJBm4I/AAAAAAAAE2U/srvcIwaUMSM/s400/IMG_1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I said, Ricky was a popular guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa9uKM5MzI/AAAAAAAAE2M/S7WMJzvR73k/s1600/IMG_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500792595589706546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa9uKM5MzI/AAAAAAAAE2M/S7WMJzvR73k/s400/IMG_1136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, this is my favorite.  Look closely at the drawing.  Obviously, it is Ellie and Reid.  This girl did an AMAZING job on capturing the kids profiles.  Here is the really AMAZING part....she was done in about 7 minutes.  Thank goodness, because I didn't know if Reid would manage sitting or not.  He did....with a promise that we would get some ice cream afterwards!  I asked this young lady if she was studying art in school because she was so gifted.  And she laughed and told me she was a junior in high school.  She has no plans to pursue art.  It's just a "hobby" of hers.  It's an amazing gift is what I say!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa9tojDaiI/AAAAAAAAE2E/izWoXu5lkks/s1600/IMG_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500792586555845154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa9tojDaiI/AAAAAAAAE2E/izWoXu5lkks/s400/IMG_1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After being at Idelwild for 2 days, we headed to the Pittsburgh Children's Museum.  Ellie would have liked to have stayed longer here.  I am thinking Brian and I may have to take her back another time.  There was an entire room devoted to art, and we didn't get to it because with Reid, we have to pick and choose our fun!  So instead of art, the kids climbed in what I called the human ant farm all the way to the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa2m9_23BI/AAAAAAAAE18/8NnIbMuqFPI/s1600/IMG_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500784775473323026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa2m9_23BI/AAAAAAAAE18/8NnIbMuqFPI/s400/IMG_1168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie loved the pulley systems that were there.  She was sending up parachutes to another little girl up high.  Very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa2mpKZzwI/AAAAAAAAE10/pPPbQlT0gy4/s1600/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500784769880411906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa2mpKZzwI/AAAAAAAAE10/pPPbQlT0gy4/s400/IMG_1179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And who doesn't like an entire FLOOR dedicated to WATER play???  All I can say is a big thank you to the lady who told us to do this last....and bring a change of clothes.  Great advice!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa2mEk0BbI/AAAAAAAAE1s/sHHSu7LY1Hk/s1600/IMG_1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500784760059069874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa2mEk0BbI/AAAAAAAAE1s/sHHSu7LY1Hk/s400/IMG_1176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid wondering how to get in the water!  There was one point when he had his shoes off and was lifting his leg to hop in the "pool".  Gotta love the 2 year old's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa2l4YkE9I/AAAAAAAAE1k/igJlOO8Mv18/s1600/IMG_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500784756786467794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa2l4YkE9I/AAAAAAAAE1k/igJlOO8Mv18/s400/IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid loved his swimming time while we were away.  He is a little too brave for my liking, but he was just in his glory in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa2lhft_PI/AAAAAAAAE1c/hICnd4GGzXo/s1600/IMG_1144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500784750642461938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFa2lhft_PI/AAAAAAAAE1c/hICnd4GGzXo/s400/IMG_1144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And little Miss Swimmer did great.  She was able to learn to float well on her back, swim without floats, and began swimming underwater on our trip.  Swimming lessons are going to be a must for us this Fall to continue with the skills she is really quickly learning after a summer of pool fun.  What a great trip it was.  Maybe next year, Brian can go, too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3316026678718488975?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3316026678718488975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3316026678718488975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3316026678718488975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3316026678718488975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/08/idlewild-park-visit.html' title='Idlewild Park Visit'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFbOIQ9YGbI/AAAAAAAAE3E/umznAyUsZL4/s72-c/IMG_1093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-274144970984932926</id><published>2010-08-01T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T06:38:45.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In love again</title><content type='html'>We were so blessed to get the chance to care for Hudson yesterday, one of our new cleft friends.  He is an absolute angel, and I find myself in love again.  I do believe that Ellie also is in love as you will see.  Hudson is wearing the NAM device that Reid wore and is doing really well with it.  His lip repair is scheduled for October with the same surgeon that we have for Reid.  I have no doubt, he will do great.  I feel so blessed by so many of you that helped us through this entire process when we were in the midst of it all, and I am just honored that we have the chance to give back to another family.  Little Hudson.....we love you and loved our day with you yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFV3YXcJcGI/AAAAAAAAE1U/fibDpPOm74c/s1600/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500433780395569250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFV3YXcJcGI/AAAAAAAAE1U/fibDpPOm74c/s400/IMG_1188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Hudson.  Ellie didn't want him to leave.  She cried and cried.  Too sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFV3X9SU_-I/AAAAAAAAE1M/m3AZNb3ke-0/s1600/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500433773375061986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFV3X9SU_-I/AAAAAAAAE1M/m3AZNb3ke-0/s400/IMG_1186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweetness......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-274144970984932926?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/274144970984932926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=274144970984932926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/274144970984932926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/274144970984932926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-love-again.html' title='In love again'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TFV3YXcJcGI/AAAAAAAAE1U/fibDpPOm74c/s72-c/IMG_1188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-9210497630219765807</id><published>2010-07-22T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T05:58:44.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reid- Speech Sample at OneTrueMedia.com</title><content type='html'>I have wanted to post a sample of Reid's speech sounds for awhile now, and thought this was the best way to do it.  I am going to apologize for the shakiness of the video because I was trying to get the words on screen so you could see what Reid was saying.  His sounds are coming along well, and I think his therapy has made a difference in his articulation.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=b6bb3c27ba6978fe8e24da" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=b6bb3c27ba6978fe8e24da&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-9210497630219765807?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/9210497630219765807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=9210497630219765807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/9210497630219765807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/9210497630219765807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/07/reid-speech-sample-at-onetruemediacom.html' title='Reid- Speech Sample at OneTrueMedia.com'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-5598512960453037082</id><published>2010-07-14T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:36:41.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who....</title><content type='html'>...wears these shoes to soccer practice twice a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD5lam00oII/AAAAAAAAE1E/MT2uuxXDpGo/s1600/IMG_1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493940103211688066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD5lam00oII/AAAAAAAAE1E/MT2uuxXDpGo/s400/IMG_1067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; ....and who scored the only goal in the soccer game tonight????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD5laP2t7YI/AAAAAAAAE08/SVIBT_aPARg/s1600/IMG_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493940097045622146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD5laP2t7YI/AAAAAAAAE08/SVIBT_aPARg/s400/IMG_1069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are right! My Ellie-girl! So proud of you my soccer princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-5598512960453037082?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/5598512960453037082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=5598512960453037082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5598512960453037082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5598512960453037082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/07/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD5lam00oII/AAAAAAAAE1E/MT2uuxXDpGo/s72-c/IMG_1067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2857780705593927948</id><published>2010-07-14T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:17:29.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Ridge 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, Mom and I packed a picnic, rounded up the kids, and headed to Rolling Ridge Ranch. It is basically a ranch in the heart of Amish Country that has a wagon ride through woods and beautiful countryside to see all kinds of animals. From monkeys to deer to water buffalo...we saw them! The kids had a great time and it was just a perfect day for us to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4JHhP9gcI/AAAAAAAAE00/uS1pMP3CtG4/s1600/IMG_1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493838620227633602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4JHhP9gcI/AAAAAAAAE00/uS1pMP3CtG4/s400/IMG_1063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ellie laughing at a parrot that was talking to her. She would crack up because it would say, "Let me out!" then laugh. Ellie thought this was hysterical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4JHCqyhNI/AAAAAAAAE0s/OzLulx3YVKs/s1600/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493838612018660562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4JHCqyhNI/AAAAAAAAE0s/OzLulx3YVKs/s400/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reid checking out the talking parrot. He had NO idea what to make of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4JGt7Xq1I/AAAAAAAAE0k/g9Qx34ho8XQ/s1600/IMG_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493838606451059538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4JGt7Xq1I/AAAAAAAAE0k/g9Qx34ho8XQ/s400/IMG_1054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reid loved the baby cow that was just so calm and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4JGM2UkWI/AAAAAAAAE0c/s8KBmY83xjE/s1600/IMG_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493838597571514722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4JGM2UkWI/AAAAAAAAE0c/s8KBmY83xjE/s400/IMG_1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ellie in her glory holding a baby bunny. She wanted to take one home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4JFkGEJ9I/AAAAAAAAE0U/zDGpYGjJbZs/s1600/IMG_1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493838586631694290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4JFkGEJ9I/AAAAAAAAE0U/zDGpYGjJbZs/s400/IMG_1049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She also wanted to take the baby ducks home, too. If we would let her, Ellie would love to have her own personal zoo here at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4G4gI_5bI/AAAAAAAAE0M/imf85GGB-KU/s1600/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493836163208701362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4G4gI_5bI/AAAAAAAAE0M/imf85GGB-KU/s400/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reid on the wagon ride checking out some zebras and water buffalo. He had never been so close before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4G4LeSmvI/AAAAAAAAE0E/AUGkAi0CNlU/s1600/IMG_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493836157660863218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4G4LeSmvI/AAAAAAAAE0E/AUGkAi0CNlU/s400/IMG_1041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; This "zonkey" (part zebra, part donkey) loved Ellie. He would follow the wagon everywhere we went and come back to Ellie each time for more food. Ellie also wanted to bring this guy home with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4G34iupGI/AAAAAAAAEz8/o_mOtxmUpgY/s1600/IMG_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493836152579204194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4G34iupGI/AAAAAAAAEz8/o_mOtxmUpgY/s400/IMG_1044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Reid got to help "drive" the wagon....and that was quite the experience for him. I have never seen him so quiet!!!! He was just in his glory taking it all in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4G3UppvnI/AAAAAAAAEz0/dp4UTFDEKbI/s1600/IMG_1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493836142944566898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4G3UppvnI/AAAAAAAAEz0/dp4UTFDEKbI/s400/IMG_1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Then, it was Ellie's turn! Here she is with our driver, Marty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4G28vbNDI/AAAAAAAAEzs/lzjQm4qpTnQ/s1600/IMG_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493836136526328882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4G28vbNDI/AAAAAAAAEzs/lzjQm4qpTnQ/s400/IMG_1017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom and Ellie on the wagon. So much fun today! A great way to make some wonderful new memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2857780705593927948?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2857780705593927948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2857780705593927948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2857780705593927948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2857780705593927948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/07/rolling-ridge-2010.html' title='Rolling Ridge 2010'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TD4JHhP9gcI/AAAAAAAAE00/uS1pMP3CtG4/s72-c/IMG_1063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-4261356027280194709</id><published>2010-07-05T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:52:23.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in a small town...</title><content type='html'>We live in a small town....where people know each other by name. It's a great place to live. Each year, the carnival week that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preceeds&lt;/span&gt; the HUGE fireworks display is the first thing on Ellie's agenda. And this year, even Reid was getting in on the action. We love our small town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDInNNamJoI/AAAAAAAAEzk/i0nCSqG1tCQ/s1600/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490494003611051650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDInNNamJoI/AAAAAAAAEzk/i0nCSqG1tCQ/s400/IMG_0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also love Grandma for taking Ellie and Reid on the Ferris Wheel....because Brian and I are too chicken to attempt it. Not height fanatics here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDInLts1NQI/AAAAAAAAEzU/VlMbBSw8sDU/s1600/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490493977917732098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDInLts1NQI/AAAAAAAAEzU/VlMbBSw8sDU/s400/IMG_0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie stepping up to the plate this year and trying out the slide on her own. I think Brian is probably bannned from it. He took Ellie down and with his size, he got some major momentum going. I think he took out a whole lineup of kids waiting at the bottom of the slide for their turn! We were grateful that Ellie wanted to go on her own this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDInMQXAgdI/AAAAAAAAEzc/hV9nrPqsq10/s1600/IMG_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490493987221438930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDInMQXAgdI/AAAAAAAAEzc/hV9nrPqsq10/s400/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There she is on the yellow slide at the top. She LOVED it. And we loved watching her belly laugh the whole way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDInLts1NQI/AAAAAAAAEzU/VlMbBSw8sDU/s1600/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDImRInoANI/AAAAAAAAEzM/6yLlPB7H3DM/s1600/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490492971531370706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDImRInoANI/AAAAAAAAEzM/6yLlPB7H3DM/s400/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie met up with a little girl from preschool and rode some rides together. As I said, in a small town, we all know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDImPdUA8aI/AAAAAAAAEzE/jVoroj3lFR8/s1600/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490492942726525346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDImPdUA8aI/AAAAAAAAEzE/jVoroj3lFR8/s400/IMG_0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Reid on the helicopters. Reid loved watching his big sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDImO6cJWzI/AAAAAAAAEy8/6nKta7-Xt-M/s1600/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490492933365390130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDImO6cJWzI/AAAAAAAAEy8/6nKta7-Xt-M/s400/IMG_0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More my speed.....the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carousel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDImORnT7RI/AAAAAAAAEy0/tdcIqmoZMHY/s1600/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490492922406366482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDImORnT7RI/AAAAAAAAEy0/tdcIqmoZMHY/s400/IMG_0962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid was just checking it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDImJiaYgKI/AAAAAAAAEys/HbrG7cNw9ec/s1600/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490492841016197282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDImJiaYgKI/AAAAAAAAEys/HbrG7cNw9ec/s400/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The carousel was also more Brian's speed, I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDIkqSo_qPI/AAAAAAAAEyk/_D4Cj25kriA/s1600/IMG_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490491204694943986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDIkqSo_qPI/AAAAAAAAEyk/_D4Cj25kriA/s400/IMG_0980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing better than small town America in the summer. Now....off to pick some blackberries for jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4261356027280194709?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4261356027280194709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4261356027280194709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4261356027280194709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4261356027280194709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-in-snall-town.html' title='Summer in a small town...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDInNNamJoI/AAAAAAAAEzk/i0nCSqG1tCQ/s72-c/IMG_0972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8498121854090933956</id><published>2010-07-05T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:19:38.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I did...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hey, when I find the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; Dora Little Swimmers in the size I need at the salvage place for $1.25 a pack instead of over $8.00 a pack....I BUY THEM UP! And yes, I dress my manly-child up in the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; Dora swimmers proudly. Here's some proof.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDIfTl3CQoI/AAAAAAAAEyc/GdgMetKAVwE/s1600/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490485317158978178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDIfTl3CQoI/AAAAAAAAEyc/GdgMetKAVwE/s400/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yes, I did this.....and yes, I am proud of my bargain buy! Did I put manly swim trunks over top the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; Dora swimmers to save Reid's pride??? Yes, yes I did. Did I contemplate just having him go in the&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt; swimmers for less laundry? Yes, yes I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490485299796361922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDIfSlLdwsI/AAAAAAAAEyU/cTSO0obpXkg/s400/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Am I proud of my thrifty decision to have my hunk of a son wear the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; Dora swimmers? Why, yes.....yes I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8498121854090933956?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8498121854090933956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8498121854090933956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8498121854090933956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8498121854090933956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/07/yes-i-did.html' title='Yes, I did...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TDIfTl3CQoI/AAAAAAAAEyc/GdgMetKAVwE/s72-c/IMG_0982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6701798059964948998</id><published>2010-07-03T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:40:33.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mohican Family Vacation Favorites</title><content type='html'>Family Vacation time! We were lucky enough to spend a week in a cabin with our family and Brian's parents. It was really a wonderful trip. It was perfect for the kids because they LOVE to be outside, and this was right up their alley. We are grateful for the time we had with each other and will look back with MANY laughs about our trip. Here are just a few of the highlights from our week away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-JBO1tSbI/AAAAAAAAEyE/Go8QqB_4iA8/s1600/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489757125044160946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-JBO1tSbI/AAAAAAAAEyE/Go8QqB_4iA8/s400/IMG_0911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mohican&lt;/span&gt;....Vacation Time! June 2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-JAg5h9HI/AAAAAAAAEx8/3dYToKCAjh4/s1600/IMG_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489757112712164466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-JAg5h9HI/AAAAAAAAEx8/3dYToKCAjh4/s400/IMG_0828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view from the lake of some of the cabins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-JABLxnkI/AAAAAAAAEx0/btjDJwiJU0M/s1600/IMG_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489757104198753858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-JABLxnkI/AAAAAAAAEx0/btjDJwiJU0M/s400/IMG_0808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just had to post this one! Brian spotted something outside our cabin and in the middle of a diaper change, Reid shoots up, hops on the couch, and stands right next to Brian. Reid can not miss ANYTHING....ever! So, there you go. No pants....no problem. He didn't have time for such silly things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-I_zV-pnI/AAAAAAAAExs/DBY6zGUpfYQ/s1600/IMG_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489757100483454578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-I_zV-pnI/AAAAAAAAExs/DBY6zGUpfYQ/s400/IMG_0814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian made a swing for Ellie that hung from a large tree outside our cabin. She was about in tears when it had to come down when we left. She brought the stick (or bottom of the swing) home with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-HypIg94I/AAAAAAAAExk/w7tlZTwDcI4/s1600/IMG_0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489755774892701570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-HypIg94I/AAAAAAAAExk/w7tlZTwDcI4/s400/IMG_0832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid was all about fishing....as long as he could wear the latex gloves. Not quite the outdoor-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sy&lt;/span&gt; type like his big sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-HxyxZ59I/AAAAAAAAExU/zrFsCOINwa4/s1600/IMG_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489755760300255186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-HxyxZ59I/AAAAAAAAExU/zrFsCOINwa4/s400/IMG_0836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pappy and Ellie fishing. She caught a bass and a bluegill while we were there. And of course, I didn't have my camera with me, but she was so proud of herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-HxcnEX2I/AAAAAAAAExM/tXhlifC7wVs/s1600/IMG_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489755754351320930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-HxcnEX2I/AAAAAAAAExM/tXhlifC7wVs/s400/IMG_0843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-Hw_tmTcI/AAAAAAAAExE/hwx0glbnX3Y/s1600/IMG_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489755746594082242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-Hw_tmTcI/AAAAAAAAExE/hwx0glbnX3Y/s400/IMG_0854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid just enjoying his time outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-GMA5B5lI/AAAAAAAAEw8/ATeal-MV4lY/s1600/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489754011743675986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-GMA5B5lI/AAAAAAAAEw8/ATeal-MV4lY/s400/IMG_0872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nature girl. She was loving all the spiders that the woods provided. Here she is with her friend crawling up her arm. Wonder if I have a naturalist on my hand??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-GLqxKXrI/AAAAAAAAEw0/1V45weFtK4s/s1600/IMG_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489754005805096626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-GLqxKXrI/AAAAAAAAEw0/1V45weFtK4s/s400/IMG_0876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie lost her second tooth while we were gone. Thank goodness the Tooth Fairy knew where we were. Ellie was pretty worried about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-GLB4dRtI/AAAAAAAAEws/6gMeFsp3C0Q/s1600/IMG_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489753994829842130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-GLB4dRtI/AAAAAAAAEws/6gMeFsp3C0Q/s400/IMG_0879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Ellie on the go carts. It's a toss up to who was loving it more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-GK_YmjGI/AAAAAAAAEwk/U0xxlFZSIIs/s1600/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489753994159361122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-GK_YmjGI/AAAAAAAAEwk/U0xxlFZSIIs/s400/IMG_0881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and Ellie go carting. I had to get in on the fun, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-GKUDlhaI/AAAAAAAAEwc/5GKl7d01qJs/s1600/IMG_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489753982528488866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-GKUDlhaI/AAAAAAAAEwc/5GKl7d01qJs/s400/IMG_0891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pappy and Ellie....go carting some more! (actually Grandma took Ellie, too. But the pics I have of them came out all fuzzy....sorry, Grandma!) Reid was too young to go....but watch out next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-EtMV7IlI/AAAAAAAAEwU/SU9dxxQD9FY/s1600/IMG_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489752382730084946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-EtMV7IlI/AAAAAAAAEwU/SU9dxxQD9FY/s400/IMG_0918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie with Brian on the pontoon boat we took out one day. It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-EssS_uHI/AAAAAAAAEwM/eLWXVvXa54w/s1600/IMG_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489752374127868018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-EssS_uHI/AAAAAAAAEwM/eLWXVvXa54w/s400/IMG_0921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid being extra ornery because he had a cup of water....and he was loving dumping it on the dry people in our group! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-EsbVGoCI/AAAAAAAAEwE/rHSV6Q-Qomw/s1600/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489752369573306402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-EsbVGoCI/AAAAAAAAEwE/rHSV6Q-Qomw/s400/IMG_0927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie boating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-Errh4RoI/AAAAAAAAEv8/MB6CFV5E2Rk/s1600/IMG_0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489752356741990018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-Errh4RoI/AAAAAAAAEv8/MB6CFV5E2Rk/s400/IMG_0933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-ErHHBLOI/AAAAAAAAEv0/Jy_4ArYHMLU/s1600/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489752346965650658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-ErHHBLOI/AAAAAAAAEv0/Jy_4ArYHMLU/s400/IMG_0943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Late night campfires were a favorite of the kids. Here they were getting comfy as Pappy made us a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-DIz83wCI/AAAAAAAAEvs/WoQfq2n3JCI/s1600/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489750658195636258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-DIz83wCI/AAAAAAAAEvs/WoQfq2n3JCI/s400/IMG_0912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid "driving" the boat we took out one day with Pappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-DIFAFdxI/AAAAAAAAEvk/f0OO1q8TPgM/s1600/IMG_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489750645592651538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-DIFAFdxI/AAAAAAAAEvk/f0OO1q8TPgM/s400/IMG_0919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Mommy on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-DHshIUsI/AAAAAAAAEvc/sFXdFNRbZao/s1600/IMG_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489750639020364482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-DHshIUsI/AAAAAAAAEvc/sFXdFNRbZao/s400/IMG_0888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reid with Daddy watching some fast-action go-carting as Ellie was behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-DHY0YYCI/AAAAAAAAEvU/bL2-NHtxu-I/s1600/IMG_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489750633732399138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-DHY0YYCI/AAAAAAAAEvU/bL2-NHtxu-I/s400/IMG_0926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie with Grandma Carol on the pontoon boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-DG21O6fI/AAAAAAAAEvM/h9WxvhA1d3U/s1600/IMG_0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489750624609167858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-DG21O6fI/AAAAAAAAEvM/h9WxvhA1d3U/s400/IMG_0823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reid and Ellie- what a great family vacation it was. We were blessed with good times, good weather, good health, and most importantly....family. What a wonderful trip it was for us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6701798059964948998?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6701798059964948998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6701798059964948998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6701798059964948998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6701798059964948998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/07/mohican-family-vacation-favorites.html' title='Mohican Family Vacation Favorites'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TC-JBO1tSbI/AAAAAAAAEyE/Go8QqB_4iA8/s72-c/IMG_0911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3280675810701994138</id><published>2010-06-25T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:13:29.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The camera is packed</title><content type='html'>Well, I have some great pics to post and was going to do that this afternoon....but realized that I can't because the camera is packed somewhere in the midst of my van ready for vacation.  So, I will just wait until the week is over and vacation is done and REALLY post some pics.  Blessings to all for a great week....and updates to come when we return home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3280675810701994138?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3280675810701994138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3280675810701994138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3280675810701994138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3280675810701994138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/06/camera-is-packed.html' title='The camera is packed'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8516020597411078922</id><published>2010-06-21T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:14:42.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking towards Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TB_E_zLGTJI/AAAAAAAAEvE/QdWlflc7Spc/s1600/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485319471508114578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TB_E_zLGTJI/AAAAAAAAEvE/QdWlflc7Spc/s400/IMG_0798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We will be visiting our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;craniofacial&lt;/span&gt; team in full force Wednesday.  I am quite anxious to see what our plastic surgeon has to say about Reid and what is in store for us next.  I feel like we have had such a nice honeymoon period since we have been over a year now surgery free.  I know that this will change at some point in time, and I guess it will be nice to see what our team has to say about the timeline for Reid.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will be seeing our team in its entirety.  So, I am gearing up for a long day.  We won't get started until 1:30 (if they are on time **not holding my breath**), so I guess no nap for Reid until we get back to the car to drive home, which might not be until dinner time or later.  I am anxious to see what our dentistry team, speech team, ENT team, audiologists, and plastics has to say to us.  It should be an interesting day, and most likely, an exhausting one.  I already made the decision that Ellie will be with my mom.  There is no point in dragging her around with us, and besides, taking care of Reid will be a full time job in itself.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been attending speech services through our local Early Interventionists which is going well.  We only go once weekly for 30 minutes.  Reid's articulation and vocab are NOT being worked with.  Isn't that amazing?  My husband can thank me for that one.  With my non-stop talking, Reid has no choice but to learn to have his voice heard, and he had done very well with that!  Our therapist is only working on oral motor issues with Reid presently.  He drools so much and has very little control over his tongue and cheek muscles.  So, we are working with all kinds of fun oral motor exercises.  I am anxious to see what our speech path. thinks when she sees Reid.  Having multiple opinions is so nice at times, but I am just hoping they are in agreement with each other!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pray for a good day Wednesday with little (I'm not expecting a perfect day) issues from Reid.  I pray for our doctors, nurses, and craniofacial team to guide us in the direction that is best for Reid.  All in all, I am excited for them to see what great progress Reid has made this year.  When I spoke to our speech path. through our team she asked me, "Is Reid talking in short phrases?"  Oh, boy......will they be surprised or what?  Reid is more like talking in paragraphs!  looking forward to Wednesday...and we appreciate your prayers for Reid in advance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8516020597411078922?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8516020597411078922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8516020597411078922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8516020597411078922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8516020597411078922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-towards-wednesday.html' title='Looking towards Wednesday'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TB_E_zLGTJI/AAAAAAAAEvE/QdWlflc7Spc/s72-c/IMG_0798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-4462266367174335538</id><published>2010-06-17T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:33:35.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Years</title><content type='html'>It's unreal to me that Ellie's preschool days are over. OVER.  She has bigger fish to fry this fall...Kindergarten!  Unbelievable.  As I was going through pictures today, I thought I would put a little tribute to Ellie's preschool program.  I have been very pleased for both years that Ellie attended.  Her teachers were wonderful, and I really was impressed with the growth I saw from Ellie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize it at the time, but what a little peanut she was when I sent her off on her own to begin preschool.  Too sweet.  I am hoping that Reid will get the walk the same halls as Ellie did for preschool, but there is a chance that he will receive services through our early intervention program which would put him in another preschool.  We will cross that bridge when we get to it.  For now, I just want Mrs. Thomas and Mrs. Harrison to know how honored we were to get to know them and thanks for allowing Ellie the opportunity to learn from two of the finest.  Hard to believe that we will be school shopping not only for my supplies this summer....but for my kindergartner's supplies as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpZg434o5I/AAAAAAAAEu8/OrnvDXgWAMA/s1600/IMG_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483793917834470290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpZg434o5I/AAAAAAAAEu8/OrnvDXgWAMA/s400/IMG_0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is!  Ellie beginning her school career.  First Day of Preschool-September 2008 (4 yrs.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpZggin4yI/AAAAAAAAEu0/58BBV7YPehk/s1600/formula_20090512_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483793911302841122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpZggin4yI/AAAAAAAAEu0/58BBV7YPehk/s400/formula_20090512_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Graduation from Ellie's first year of preschool with friend, Sarah.  May 2009 (4 1/2 yrs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpYXa6Y-yI/AAAAAAAAEus/bBLxSKn--_E/s1600/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483792655661464354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpYXa6Y-yI/AAAAAAAAEus/bBLxSKn--_E/s400/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Graduation Day from preschool- May 2010 (5 1/2 yrs.)  Look at the growth just from one year to the next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpYW6h6ZQI/AAAAAAAAEuk/nClGRmzWDhA/s1600/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483792646968861954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpYW6h6ZQI/AAAAAAAAEuk/nClGRmzWDhA/s400/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie with some of her best friends from school...Wyatt and Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpYWnFvGOI/AAAAAAAAEuc/xt7GyUWKRsU/s1600/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483792641750407394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpYWnFvGOI/AAAAAAAAEuc/xt7GyUWKRsU/s400/IMG_0704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another great friend of Ellie's, Thatcher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpYWFNFJVI/AAAAAAAAEuU/qOf2NFe4C9Q/s1600/IMG_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483792632654406994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpYWFNFJVI/AAAAAAAAEuU/qOf2NFe4C9Q/s400/IMG_0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And yet, another great friend from preschool and church, Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpYVn_rZOI/AAAAAAAAEuM/SJMUSmjf4nc/s1600/IMG_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483792624813565154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpYVn_rZOI/AAAAAAAAEuM/SJMUSmjf4nc/s400/IMG_0702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. Thomas, Ellie, and Mrs. Harrison.  These 2 ladies will always hold a special place in my heart....for they cared for a very BIG piece of my heart for 2 years.  I thank you.....and will treasure the memories you gave Ellie, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4462266367174335538?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4462266367174335538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4462266367174335538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4462266367174335538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4462266367174335538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/06/preschool-years.html' title='Preschool Years'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBpZg434o5I/AAAAAAAAEu8/OrnvDXgWAMA/s72-c/IMG_0527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6469476080169878572</id><published>2010-06-15T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:48:01.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farming Time</title><content type='html'>What a fun day we had today. I took the kids to a teacher friend's house (which happens to be a FARM) for some fun. You have to understand that Reid about has a coronary when we go by Lowe's, and he sees the tractors. To see the REAL deal today up close and ride in them was heaven to him. Ellie enjoyed the wide open spaces and the running room. The kids had a great time with their new friends Brooke and Chet (who both happen to be within months of our kids birthdays). It was a perfect day and a great way to start off summer vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfh3Wf9olI/AAAAAAAAEuE/90G5J5MQ0GQ/s1600/IMG_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483099412395565650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfh3Wf9olI/AAAAAAAAEuE/90G5J5MQ0GQ/s400/IMG_0752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid was nowhere to be found in this picture. He was amused by the cows and would not come stand with the other kiddos. Here are Brooke, Ellie, and Chet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfh23_IeCI/AAAAAAAAEt8/Jan8YDSep7w/s1600/IMG_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483099404204800034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfh23_IeCI/AAAAAAAAEt8/Jan8YDSep7w/s400/IMG_0753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke was happy to show off one of her 3 barns filled with cows to Ellie, and Ellie was amazed at how many there were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfh2SK3uyI/AAAAAAAAEt0/NoNGGwUBjjo/s1600/IMG_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483099394053487394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfh2SK3uyI/AAAAAAAAEt0/NoNGGwUBjjo/s400/IMG_0755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid checking out the cows up close. However, he was calling them horses for the majority of the time we were there. I guess these city kids need more country time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfh16suUTI/AAAAAAAAEts/QXpbzL8Mswo/s1600/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483099387753025842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfh16suUTI/AAAAAAAAEts/QXpbzL8Mswo/s400/IMG_0757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When one started Moo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;, that would get Reid laughing. He was scream..."AGAIN" over and over again. He thought this was too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfh1O0rYoI/AAAAAAAAEtk/rSkKi0cwCxs/s1600/IMG_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483099375975228034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfh1O0rYoI/AAAAAAAAEtk/rSkKi0cwCxs/s400/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Ellie taking time to pose for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfgiVU4LKI/AAAAAAAAEtc/8_BhfSwQmIg/s1600/IMG_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483097951791754402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfgiVU4LKI/AAAAAAAAEtc/8_BhfSwQmIg/s400/IMG_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scowl face. I think he was wondering where all the tractors were. He had had enough of the horses....I mean cows at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfgh8xUnEI/AAAAAAAAEtU/JoYoO-cQUH0/s1600/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483097945200172098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfgh8xUnEI/AAAAAAAAEtU/JoYoO-cQUH0/s400/IMG_0770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See that little mud streak on his left leg? Well, that mud turned out to not be mud at all. Reid decided that it would benefit him if he held his shorts up on that leg in order to not get them dirty. Really? My son worried about not getting dirty? This was a first. We did have to bring out the wipes and clean him up because he was not happy about the cow "stuff" on his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfghByK6KI/AAAAAAAAEtM/z299PVEPz8Q/s1600/IMG_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483097929366038690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfghByK6KI/AAAAAAAAEtM/z299PVEPz8Q/s400/IMG_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Brooke held hands much of the day. New friendships are so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfgg7Eb-HI/AAAAAAAAEtE/1gJOiJRVHws/s1600/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483097927563606130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfgg7Eb-HI/AAAAAAAAEtE/1gJOiJRVHws/s400/IMG_0781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Combine time! Reid was definitely having a panic attack at this time....there were so many tractors and equipment that he didn't know where to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfggVHClcI/AAAAAAAAEs8/__b27Djl18w/s1600/IMG_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483097917373978050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfggVHClcI/AAAAAAAAEs8/__b27Djl18w/s400/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jerry (my friend's husband) was nice enough to give Reid a ride, which he LOVED more than words can even express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBffIo6BuqI/AAAAAAAAEs0/-LpP2-Y2k94/s1600/IMG_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483096410859616930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBffIo6BuqI/AAAAAAAAEs0/-LpP2-Y2k94/s400/IMG_0785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And there he is...in his glory. I think he would have sat here for 3 hours if I would have let him. He thought this was the ultimate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBffIQ9dz_I/AAAAAAAAEss/BCZihXZvLd8/s1600/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483096404431589362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBffIQ9dz_I/AAAAAAAAEss/BCZihXZvLd8/s400/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chet and Reid making "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vroom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vroom&lt;/span&gt;" noises in the combine. All boy for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBffH-Ap7AI/AAAAAAAAEsk/KP82J5dIiTY/s1600/IMG_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483096399344692226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBffH-Ap7AI/AAAAAAAAEsk/KP82J5dIiTY/s400/IMG_0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you spot Reid in his bright green shirt? Look how small he is. Or, rather...look how BIG that machine is! Reid again in his absolute glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBffHdmesEI/AAAAAAAAEsc/dOuF5RmFNBA/s1600/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483096390644969538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBffHdmesEI/AAAAAAAAEsc/dOuF5RmFNBA/s400/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now inside the machine. Buttons, knobs, levers, and switches. I am sure when Jerry goes to use this piece of machinery something will be messed up from all the "work" Reid was doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBffGySJU0I/AAAAAAAAEsU/IsbgEFYb5ZA/s1600/IMG_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483096379016958786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBffGySJU0I/AAAAAAAAEsU/IsbgEFYb5ZA/s400/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From afar I took this picture of the girls happily balancing along the boards near the cow barn while the boys sat and "drove" the combines. How different my little girl is from my farmer boy...and I am so blessed to have them both. What a fun day of farming and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;. So glad summertime has arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6469476080169878572?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6469476080169878572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6469476080169878572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6469476080169878572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6469476080169878572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/06/farming-time.html' title='Farming Time'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/TBfh3Wf9olI/AAAAAAAAEuE/90G5J5MQ0GQ/s72-c/IMG_0752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8271561807412152330</id><published>2010-05-27T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:11:22.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've come a long way, baby!</title><content type='html'>May 27, 2010....&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the day that changed my little boy's face forever. It has been two years since Reid's lip repair, and I am amazed how fast time goes. When you are going though this journey, there are many times that I thought that time could not go fast enough. And here I sit, two years later thankful for so much. I am proud of Reid and how well he has done through his many appointments, procedures, taping, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stent&lt;/span&gt; work, therapy sessions, and surgeries. He was perfect in my eyes the minute I saw him....and I will always miss seeing that first face that I loved so deeply. Reid, you've been through a lot... and I could not be more proud of you. You've come a mighty long way, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6yvOILv3I/AAAAAAAAEsM/flEflwFEgrM/s1600/formula_20080227_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476010721245118322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6yvOILv3I/AAAAAAAAEsM/flEflwFEgrM/s400/formula_20080227_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, remember that lovely NAM? It grew to be as big as you were...almost. But, we are grateful for it. It helped transform you into the handsome little guy that you are today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6yuy3xyWI/AAAAAAAAEsE/K7AUPKNw1Qg/s1600/formula_20080522_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476010713928550754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6yuy3xyWI/AAAAAAAAEsE/K7AUPKNw1Qg/s400/formula_20080522_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I heard from a mom of another cleft baby that God grants beautiful eyes to all cleft children....so everyone will look there first...instead of focusing on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;imperfections&lt;/span&gt;. I love this picture of Reid's eyes...and I will forever love that wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6yupr6REI/AAAAAAAAEr8/evuXWH9Fabo/s1600/formula_20080514_99_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476010711462855746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6yupr6REI/AAAAAAAAEr8/evuXWH9Fabo/s400/formula_20080514_99_8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reid was flirting with a nurse at his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-op appointment here. Not much has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6ylmQcptI/AAAAAAAAEr0/2DWHgd1p0hE/s1600/reid_surgery_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476010555923539666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6ylmQcptI/AAAAAAAAEr0/2DWHgd1p0hE/s400/reid_surgery_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big surgery day. This was the last face I will always remember before I saw your new look. I think I have this moment forever engraved in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6ylg_FeqI/AAAAAAAAErs/QR4uOoFFmt8/s1600/reid_surgery_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476010554508540578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6ylg_FeqI/AAAAAAAAErs/QR4uOoFFmt8/s400/reid_surgery_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tah&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt;! Here you are in the recovery room. I also have this moment planted in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I were so taken aback at your new look that we had to sit down for a moment to catch our breath. The transformation was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6ylONjKpI/AAAAAAAAErk/TGBpxvzOyYI/s1600/formula_20080529_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476010549468932754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6ylONjKpI/AAAAAAAAErk/TGBpxvzOyYI/s400/formula_20080529_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are my hero....and will be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6ykz8i-zI/AAAAAAAAErc/Ujyh69BZatA/s1600/formula_20080610_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476010542418295602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6ykz8i-zI/AAAAAAAAErc/Ujyh69BZatA/s400/formula_20080610_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Healing took its toll on everyone...especially you. But, you managed (as we did) and we marveled every day at how well you healed. The human body is an amazing thing. We also think you medical team headed by Dr. Gosain is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6ykvSXpvI/AAAAAAAAErU/1G1mSmKAbns/s1600/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476010541167650546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6ykvSXpvI/AAAAAAAAErU/1G1mSmKAbns/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now look at you! You are my little light of sunshine every day. You definitely are my strong-willed child....but after your journey, I guess some of that is to be expected. I am proud of you everyday, and I am honored that I was chosen to be your mom. Happy 2nd Anniversary, Reid. You are my beautiful boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8271561807412152330?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8271561807412152330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8271561807412152330' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8271561807412152330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8271561807412152330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/05/youve-come-long-way-baby.html' title='You&apos;ve come a long way, baby!'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_6yvOILv3I/AAAAAAAAEsM/flEflwFEgrM/s72-c/formula_20080227_99_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-9081870424316159050</id><published>2010-05-26T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:26:16.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"W" is for Water and Warm Weather</title><content type='html'>Nothing like going to Grandma and Pappy's house on a Sunday afternoon to "help" them out!  If you mix water in with Ellie and Reid, you get wonderfully happy children!  They LOVE water!  Any kind...rain water, tub water, ocean water, bottled water, tap water, toilet water...whatever!  They were delighted to help Grandma out with her wattering job, and she was happy to snap away at some cute pictures. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_1Mg52aGyI/AAAAAAAAErM/GL5Cele8G1A/s1600/DSCN0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616850120940322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_1Mg52aGyI/AAAAAAAAErM/GL5Cele8G1A/s400/DSCN0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Something about bare feet and a watering can....cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_1MgcfKCAI/AAAAAAAAErE/K4GyAFmSdbY/s1600/DSCN0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616842238789634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_1MgcfKCAI/AAAAAAAAErE/K4GyAFmSdbY/s400/DSCN0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid had as much fun watering the ground as he did the plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_1Mf-jwmaI/AAAAAAAAEq8/U3BHxPhYqQ4/s1600/DSCN0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616834205030818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_1Mf-jwmaI/AAAAAAAAEq8/U3BHxPhYqQ4/s400/DSCN0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are those bare feet again.  I am not kidding, as soon as it hits 50 degrees, she is begging to take off her shoes and socks to let the piggies breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_1Mfld0bZI/AAAAAAAAEq0/z_NrnB7DQNM/s1600/DSCN0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616827469229458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_1Mfld0bZI/AAAAAAAAEq0/z_NrnB7DQNM/s400/DSCN0235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camera shy???  Not my kids!  She even poses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_1MfPx6MuI/AAAAAAAAEqs/fYvxhMMMkqE/s1600/DSCN0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616821647913698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_1MfPx6MuI/AAAAAAAAEqs/fYvxhMMMkqE/s400/DSCN0237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another shot of the missing tooth.  Gotta love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-9081870424316159050?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/9081870424316159050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=9081870424316159050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/9081870424316159050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/9081870424316159050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/05/w-is-for-water-and-warm-weather.html' title='&quot;W&quot; is for Water and Warm Weather'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_1Mg52aGyI/AAAAAAAAErM/GL5Cele8G1A/s72-c/DSCN0240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2118459569607044319</id><published>2010-05-23T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:56:23.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little man in the wizzard hat...</title><content type='html'>What???  You don't have a little man who wears a wizzard hat in your neighborhood who carries around trash cans and multiple brooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_nN0wDcX9I/AAAAAAAAEqk/2f2GPmhbQDQ/s1600/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474633128181784530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_nN0wDcX9I/AAAAAAAAEqk/2f2GPmhbQDQ/s400/IMG_0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves to sweep and do odd jobs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_nN0noOD2I/AAAAAAAAEqc/phPB8VqPomU/s1600/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474633125920116578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_nN0noOD2I/AAAAAAAAEqc/phPB8VqPomU/s400/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is quite thrifty, and doesn't complain about the work he does....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_nN0LbwJ0I/AAAAAAAAEqU/Q_XfLzOUzok/s1600/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474633118351632194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_nN0LbwJ0I/AAAAAAAAEqU/Q_XfLzOUzok/s400/IMG_0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He picks up after himself...usually...and no job is too big for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_nNz-URb3I/AAAAAAAAEqM/lBkLG2Ob6-M/s1600/IMG_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474633114830598002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_nNz-URb3I/AAAAAAAAEqM/lBkLG2Ob6-M/s400/IMG_0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....and he is cute, too.  Bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2118459569607044319?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2118459569607044319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2118459569607044319' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2118459569607044319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2118459569607044319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-man-in-wizzard-hat.html' title='The little man in the wizzard hat...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_nN0wDcX9I/AAAAAAAAEqk/2f2GPmhbQDQ/s72-c/IMG_0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-5324791013904997120</id><published>2010-05-23T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:22:41.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_mAWIUTMFI/AAAAAAAAEqE/MDMnP44gRGE/s1600/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474547939723653202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_mAWIUTMFI/AAAAAAAAEqE/MDMnP44gRGE/s400/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you see it????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-5324791013904997120?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/5324791013904997120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=5324791013904997120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5324791013904997120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5324791013904997120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/05/somethings-missing.html' title='Something&apos;s Missing'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_mAWIUTMFI/AAAAAAAAEqE/MDMnP44gRGE/s72-c/IMG_0729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8220246187604300785</id><published>2010-05-18T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T10:38:07.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B-I-B-L-E at OneTrueMedia.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=af4f9d2d2b1a0302b994c0" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=af4f9d2d2b1a0302b994c0&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt4" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slideshow at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8220246187604300785?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8220246187604300785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8220246187604300785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8220246187604300785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8220246187604300785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/05/b-i-b-l-e-at-onetruemediacom.html' title='B-I-B-L-E at OneTrueMedia.com'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2125204547550767046</id><published>2010-05-17T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:46:26.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love....</title><content type='html'>...and how could you &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;be with this absolutely adorable, new, little face to love???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_GbX1_5NEI/AAAAAAAAEp8/RUMCh0C3Ff4/s1600/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472325856166229058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_GbX1_5NEI/AAAAAAAAEp8/RUMCh0C3Ff4/s400/IMG_0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'd like to introduce to you our newest cleft friend, Hudson.  He will be four weeks old this week, and I am quite smitten by him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_GbXNYB-aI/AAAAAAAAEp0/axpP00fkLBg/s1600/IMG_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472325845261613474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_GbXNYB-aI/AAAAAAAAEp0/axpP00fkLBg/s400/IMG_0716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel lucky to be a part of this little one's life, (Hudon's family lives near us and are a part of our craniofacial team ) and I think Reid and him will make pretty nice pals one day.  (That is if Hudson's mom and dad don't mind Reid teaching Hudson all the tricks of being a boy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_GbWi4tyoI/AAAAAAAAEps/AgxieYhjX8I/s1600/IMG_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472325833855978114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_GbWi4tyoI/AAAAAAAAEps/AgxieYhjX8I/s400/IMG_0715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Hudson, you are a beautiful little guy.  I think the world has big plans for you, and I can't wait to stand by your side and watch your journey unfold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2125204547550767046?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2125204547550767046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2125204547550767046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2125204547550767046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2125204547550767046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S_GbX1_5NEI/AAAAAAAAEp8/RUMCh0C3Ff4/s72-c/IMG_0714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8588764669903342036</id><published>2010-05-14T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:20:04.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfy quilts, Starburst Candy, and Stove Popped Popcorn</title><content type='html'>My grandma gained her angel wings on Thursday, May 13, 2010.  She was 94 years old.  She was someone who I was lucky enough to have in my life for 35 years.  I was lucky enough to grow up just blocks away from her.  As a child, I would often accompany my brother to her house...and as he would mow her lawn for her, I would sit with her and talk.  Her candy bowl which sat on her kitchen counter was always filled with Starburst candy, and she would make you stuff your pockets full before you left.  I will keep many memories of her close in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved spending the night at her house.  I was always given the comfy, heavy quilt on "my" bed at her house, and now that quilt is at our house displayed on our bed.  How lucky I am to have that.  She would always make homemade popcorn on the stovetop burner when my brother and I would stay over, and I always thought that hers tasted the best.  She was the one who always had enough room in her small house for another guest, no matter how many were already there.  She did most of her own yardwork, cleaning, cooking, driving, and daily living tasks into her late 80's.  She was a wonderful grandma that I was lucky enough to share with my cousins.  She was a grandma to 8 and a great-grandma to 12.  We loved her so very much, and will miss her sweet smile and love for all.  I do have joy knowing that she has been reunited with my grandpa though.  They have been apart for almost 32 years.  I also have joy knowing that she is with Dad.  I am sure they are all glad to have each other near.  I love you Grandma.  I am thankful that Brian, Ellie, and Reid had the chance to know and love you.  You will be missed......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-3kSNX5zHI/AAAAAAAAEpk/NOcwvN2TFeo/s1600/May+15,+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471280123803716722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-3kSNX5zHI/AAAAAAAAEpk/NOcwvN2TFeo/s400/May+15,+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here Reid and I am with Grandma close by.  She loved him so much. (May 08)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-3kRjkBOAI/AAAAAAAAEpc/73F0VnUJEVk/s1600/May+14,+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471280112580245506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-3kRjkBOAI/AAAAAAAAEpc/73F0VnUJEVk/s400/May+14,+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am with Reid, my dad behind us, and Grandma.  (May 08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-3kRGaAw5I/AAAAAAAAEpU/I5xEVJ-t87M/s1600/formula_20081127_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471280104753644434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-3kRGaAw5I/AAAAAAAAEpU/I5xEVJ-t87M/s400/formula_20081127_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Grandma at Thanksgiving 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-3kQlM7AdI/AAAAAAAAEpM/5GqVS8lH8Yk/s1600/Family_picture,_Dec__07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471280095840371154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-3kQlM7AdI/AAAAAAAAEpM/5GqVS8lH8Yk/s400/Family_picture,_Dec__07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our last family picture taken together with Grandma in December 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-3kQHX_RHI/AAAAAAAAEpE/DDukFSyxcLY/s1600/118_1818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471280087833724018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-3kQHX_RHI/AAAAAAAAEpE/DDukFSyxcLY/s400/118_1818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Ellie at a family picnic in August 2005.  .......until we meet again.....xoxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8588764669903342036?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8588764669903342036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8588764669903342036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8588764669903342036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8588764669903342036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/05/comfy-quilts-starburst-candy-and-stove.html' title='Comfy quilts, Starburst Candy, and Stove Popped Popcorn'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-3kSNX5zHI/AAAAAAAAEpk/NOcwvN2TFeo/s72-c/May+15,+2008+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-4490378434337294795</id><published>2010-05-08T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:26:37.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballerina</title><content type='html'>Today was the big day for Ellie.  Her first ballet recital.  The big one.  The one in the beautiful auditorium with most seats filled with proud mamas, daddies, grandparents, and friends ready to watch their "ballerina" take the stage.  Ellie has been "dancing" for a long time now, but only has been in formal lessons for a few sessions.  She really enjoys it because her teacher is wonderful.  She loves the girls that she dances with, and we could not wait for today to see her up on the big stage.  How fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it really special, our good friend (and Ellie's first babysitter), Rachel, came to do her hair.  Rachel seriously is amazing with hair.  She has her own 4 little princesses, so she has plenty of "hair experience!"  Ellie's biggest wish was for Rachel to come over and make her all dolled up for her performance.  And Rachel did just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-YMkClddlI/AAAAAAAAEo0/w9SgACZfNls/s1600/IMG_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469072610796861010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-YMkClddlI/AAAAAAAAEo0/w9SgACZfNls/s400/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel prepping Ellie's hair.  She makes everything look super easy.  I was taking notes.  Seriously, I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-YMPMtAivI/AAAAAAAAEos/AOSQo4NkjCI/s1600/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469072252735621874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-YMPMtAivI/AAAAAAAAEos/AOSQo4NkjCI/s400/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I turned to look away for a second, and looked back, and she was done.  Really.  I need this girl's skills!  I NEED her on picture day next year.  Really, she may have to come to my house on that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-YMO73SPfI/AAAAAAAAEok/gvxAFTPnHZo/s1600/IMG_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469072248215322098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-YMO73SPfI/AAAAAAAAEok/gvxAFTPnHZo/s400/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ballerina.  She was so proud of herself today, and I was even more so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-YMOe6CmrI/AAAAAAAAEoc/EqC-x8_nW54/s1600/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469072240442251954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-YMOe6CmrI/AAAAAAAAEoc/EqC-x8_nW54/s400/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really can't believe how grown up she has become.  I know everyone says, "Enjoy it...it goes so fast."  And yes.....it certainly does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-YMNgN4AAI/AAAAAAAAEoU/UkCo7hQiF_w/s1600/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469072223614009346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-YMNgN4AAI/AAAAAAAAEoU/UkCo7hQiF_w/s400/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't get ANY pictures of Ellie in her ballet costume because there was NO photography or video taping.  Please take my word...it was too precious for words.  Here she is after her performance with her teacher, Miss Katie.  Ellie loves her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-YMNKw5tjI/AAAAAAAAEoM/Q3dCKCcLg7Y/s1600/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469072217855342130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-YMNKw5tjI/AAAAAAAAEoM/Q3dCKCcLg7Y/s400/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then, tonight when we took out the messy buns, this was the result.  She LOVED it.  Ellie's hair is so fine and straight, any time she has any curl or bounce to it, she wants to just stare at herself in the mirror.  And that is precisely what she was doing here when I snapped this shot.  She was mad at me for making her have a bath tonight, but I promised her that Rachel would come again and doll her up.  I need to go get my calendar....when is school picture day next year, anyway????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4490378434337294795?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4490378434337294795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4490378434337294795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4490378434337294795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4490378434337294795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/05/ballerina.html' title='Ballerina'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S-YMkClddlI/AAAAAAAAEo0/w9SgACZfNls/s72-c/IMG_0674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2980294663104937623</id><published>2010-04-22T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T07:14:28.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stuff"</title><content type='html'>As we get closer and closer to the end of the school year, my posts become fewer and far between.  School has been so nice this year.  My class is one of those "dream classes" that just makes you want to be at work each day.  I have been blessed.  At home, life has been good.  Always busy, and I have been taking pictures but haven't taken the time to post.  So, here is just some April "stuff". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BV_aJ5xnI/AAAAAAAAEoE/SLyrlZR7H7E/s1600/April+2010+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462960895841388146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BV_aJ5xnI/AAAAAAAAEoE/SLyrlZR7H7E/s400/April+2010+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Brian's Mustang.  It used to be "cool".  If you look closely, it's been transformed.  There are 2 carseats in the back!  Reid's favorite thing is to "ride the vroom vroom car".  So, Brian obliged, and we took the Mustang for a little spin....with the kids!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BV-7_HcjI/AAAAAAAAEn8/O8lhB5tr57Y/s1600/April+2010+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462960887743083058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BV-7_HcjI/AAAAAAAAEn8/O8lhB5tr57Y/s400/April+2010+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do 2 carseats fit in a Mustang????  Yep.....quite cozily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BV-rU73BI/AAAAAAAAEn0/tQQBvZteNTQ/s1600/April+2010+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462960883271195666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BV-rU73BI/AAAAAAAAEn0/tQQBvZteNTQ/s400/April+2010+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There she is!  Brian's 3rd baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BVnZ7HzYI/AAAAAAAAEns/F9qXGRMjYt8/s1600/April+2010+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462960483462532482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BVnZ7HzYI/AAAAAAAAEns/F9qXGRMjYt8/s400/April+2010+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this time of year.  The blossoms are so pretty.  Ellie wanted to show off her favorite tree in our yard.  It is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BVm2UkboI/AAAAAAAAEnk/DtMvhVE2Adk/s1600/April+2010+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462960473905589890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BVm2UkboI/AAAAAAAAEnk/DtMvhVE2Adk/s400/April+2010+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophie.....loving the outside temps as much as we are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BVmTIaLGI/AAAAAAAAEnc/_Yt9gELTh9E/s1600/April+2010+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462960464459344994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BVmTIaLGI/AAAAAAAAEnc/_Yt9gELTh9E/s400/April+2010+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Brian getting our new tree situated.  The city planted some new trees this year, and we were a yard that got one!  We were so happy!  It will be neat to watch it grow along with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BVl9LIg5I/AAAAAAAAEnU/qrjm8l9QNGQ/s1600/April+2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462960458565190546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BVl9LIg5I/AAAAAAAAEnU/qrjm8l9QNGQ/s400/April+2010+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok.....so the cake picture.  This was a good idea until Ellie came to me with "her" plan.  This actually started out as a Weight Watcher cake, but it ended up far from that.  Ellie LOVES to be in the kitchen helping.  She loves to decorate and cook whenever she can.  So, she asked me if she could frost the cake. I didn't see any harm in that.  Then, she asked me to get out the sprinkles.  Again....what could a few hurt?  She wanted to "surprise" me with her creation, so I really didn't supervise as well as I should.  When she was done, there were about 3 containers of sprinkles that had been used up...completely.  I am telling you, the cake had mountains of sprinkles.  She could not wait for us to eat it for dessert that night.  So, we all had a little cake and a lot of sprinkles that night.  I think Reid was on a sugar high for the next 72 hours.  And I think Brian may have chipped a tooth on the crunchiness of the stacks of sprinkles.  We laughed, and definitely declared it the best Weight Watcher cake, ever!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BVlchJm0I/AAAAAAAAEnM/eSyqbWo_Dtw/s1600/April+2010+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462960449799166786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BVlchJm0I/AAAAAAAAEnM/eSyqbWo_Dtw/s400/April+2010+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love it when the kids are getting along and in one place for more than 4.8 seconds.  Reid was probably re-programming Brian's I-pod here.  Who knows!!!!!  But, I love seeing Ellie and him snuggling close.  Sweet. (what you didn't see what the massive breakdown when I said it was bedtime and the I-pod had to be put away.......you know.....normal "stuff")&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2980294663104937623?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2980294663104937623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2980294663104937623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2980294663104937623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2980294663104937623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/04/stuff.html' title='&quot;Stuff&quot;'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S9BV_aJ5xnI/AAAAAAAAEoE/SLyrlZR7H7E/s72-c/April+2010+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3868538344744964318</id><published>2010-04-11T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:57:11.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Known by Reid as "The Jesus Song"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=ab98e38bd29b6bbf54d8c7" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=ab98e38bd29b6bbf54d8c7&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3868538344744964318?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3868538344744964318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3868538344744964318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3868538344744964318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3868538344744964318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/04/known-by-reid-as-jesus-song.html' title='Known by Reid as &quot;The Jesus Song&quot;'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2821342397355915035</id><published>2010-04-06T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:19:15.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Trip~</title><content type='html'>Spring break is all about little trips at our house.  So, today, we geared up the van, packed in the kids, brought a picnic lunch, met up with 3 other church families....and went to the ZOO!  What a fun day it was!  And with temps in the 80's....how could we NOT be outside? What a great day it was! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;**sidenote**&lt;/span&gt; These pictures do not depict the true essence of the day.  Thank goodness for friends who could haul the wagon around that I brought while I was screaming at Reid who was 10 steps ahead of me, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Wait for Mommy, Reid.."&lt;/span&gt;  or  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"This way, Reid...",&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"No, not that bathroom, Reid..."&lt;/span&gt;  or &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; "We are eating lunch now, Reid, not playing in the rocks..."&lt;/span&gt;  You get the picture.  It was a big day, and I was glad I had help, that is for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7uCv-KTMVI/AAAAAAAAEnE/3TfdwspAYSA/s1600/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457099134141149522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7uCv-KTMVI/AAAAAAAAEnE/3TfdwspAYSA/s400/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are!  8 kids spanning in age from 18 mos. to 7 years! (Reid is the 4th from the left, and Ellie is the 2nd from the right)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7uCvd2W0yI/AAAAAAAAEm8/lQDkdDZESJI/s1600/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457099125467566882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7uCvd2W0yI/AAAAAAAAEm8/lQDkdDZESJI/s400/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and her buddy Candance.  They will be starting Kindergarten in the Fall.  Hard to believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7uCurUR9OI/AAAAAAAAEm0/fhP7kBE2rv8/s1600/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457099111902868706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7uCurUR9OI/AAAAAAAAEm0/fhP7kBE2rv8/s400/IMG_0554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid making Jacy laugh.  (or putting his hands all in her face after just petting the goats...that's probably more like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7uCuEvgpSI/AAAAAAAAEms/w9TRrsMjHuU/s1600/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457099101548094754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7uCuEvgpSI/AAAAAAAAEms/w9TRrsMjHuU/s400/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Nathan sitting outside the Frontier Fort that Ellie was so looking forward to playing in.  Unfortunately, it was not open today.  They were good sports anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7uCtioDAFI/AAAAAAAAEmk/iV6dGuMeAkY/s1600/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457099092389986386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7uCtioDAFI/AAAAAAAAEmk/iV6dGuMeAkY/s400/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting these 7 kids to sit in one place before lunchtime was just about impossible, but we managed.  (Reid- tail end and Ellie- 4th from left).  What a perfect day.  We are blessed with some wonderful friends, and we were grateful for the time together today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2821342397355915035?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2821342397355915035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2821342397355915035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2821342397355915035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2821342397355915035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/04/zoo-trip.html' title='Zoo Trip~'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7uCv-KTMVI/AAAAAAAAEnE/3TfdwspAYSA/s72-c/IMG_0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-683668825487597216</id><published>2010-04-01T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:58:29.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Traditions</title><content type='html'>When there is a change in anything in life, it can be hard to do something new, or create a new tradition.  As we approach another holiday without Dad, we always try and remember the tradiotions we had as well as make some new ones.  We had fun with Mom this past week making bunny cupcakes (a brand new tradition that we will keep every year, I am sure!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7S3h3LwrxI/AAAAAAAAEl0/sjs7KGNBthk/s1600/Ellie%2520%2526%2520Reid,%2520March%252019,%25202010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455186841029357330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7S3h3LwrxI/AAAAAAAAEl0/sjs7KGNBthk/s400/Ellie%2520%2526%2520Reid,%2520March%252019,%25202010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid figured out that eating the marshmallow on top was much more fun than decorating the cupcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7S3hrB-R7I/AAAAAAAAEls/W6oasc7_N6k/s1600/Ellie%2520%2526%2520Reid,%2520March%252019,%25202010%2520008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455186837767079858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7S3hrB-R7I/AAAAAAAAEls/W6oasc7_N6k/s400/Ellie%2520%2526%2520Reid,%2520March%252019,%25202010%2520008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Figuring out what to eat next....because all he did was eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7S3hJNRDmI/AAAAAAAAElk/DdYnSrNlntQ/s1600/Ellie%2520%2526%2520Reid,%2520March%252019,%25202010%2520011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455186828687642210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7S3hJNRDmI/AAAAAAAAElk/DdYnSrNlntQ/s400/Ellie%2520%2526%2520Reid,%2520March%252019,%25202010%2520011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie with her bunny cupcakes.  She is my little artist and decorator no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7S3gy4yKzI/AAAAAAAAElc/19j2bKmrHIo/s1600/Ellie%2520%2526%2520Reid,%2520March%252019,%25202010%2520007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455186822696151858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7S3gy4yKzI/AAAAAAAAElc/19j2bKmrHIo/s400/Ellie%2520%2526%2520Reid,%2520March%252019,%25202010%2520007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off a creation of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7S3goARRWI/AAAAAAAAElU/B9HiOeva_-E/s1600/Ellie%2520%2526%2520Reid,%2520March%252019,%25202010%2520010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455186819774760290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7S3goARRWI/AAAAAAAAElU/B9HiOeva_-E/s400/Ellie%2520%2526%2520Reid,%2520March%252019,%25202010%2520010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and my mom.  A new Easter tradition that we enjoyed together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-683668825487597216?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/683668825487597216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=683668825487597216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/683668825487597216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/683668825487597216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-traditions.html' title='Easter Traditions'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S7S3h3LwrxI/AAAAAAAAEl0/sjs7KGNBthk/s72-c/Ellie%2520%2526%2520Reid,%2520March%252019,%25202010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8298264527796793058</id><published>2010-03-31T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:38:33.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reid vs. Fireball</title><content type='html'>Reid is stubborn. Bigtime.  I don't know if it's a boy thing, a second child thing, a inherited thing, a cleft thing, or a little of all of the above.  He will not give in to any situation without a fight.  And this is a fight, I think he may have lost.  Brian was eating a fireball.  Reid wanted it sooo badly.  He threw this down and out fit about wanting to eat this fireball.  So, Brian put him in his high chair and gave him the fireball to try.  Now, being the stubborn little one that Reid is, he was not going to give in and lead on that this fireball was too much for him.  So, here is how the challenge went.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and nevermind the "Jingle Bells" in the background.  It's totally typical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" width="408" height="382" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=aa7b53548559ecd9146426&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; WIDTH: 408px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt4" target="_blank"&gt;Make an on-line slideshow at &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8298264527796793058?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8298264527796793058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8298264527796793058' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8298264527796793058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8298264527796793058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/03/reid-vs-fireball.html' title='Reid vs. Fireball'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3881616790345843067</id><published>2010-03-24T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:24:55.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of innocence</title><content type='html'>This little, sweet face is one of innocence, right? ( at least some of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S6q4fX2WszI/AAAAAAAAElM/06WQbbkhgcw/s1600/DSC02179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452373148002857778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S6q4fX2WszI/AAAAAAAAElM/06WQbbkhgcw/s400/DSC02179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that is until he gets his hands on my sitter's husband.  Poor George has been forced to wear blankets over his head to please my little tough guy.  I think I see a "little biker" in Reid's trick or treating future sometime!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S6q4fPzs4iI/AAAAAAAAElE/OVKMBT5shz8/s1600/DSC02174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452373145844245026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S6q4fPzs4iI/AAAAAAAAElE/OVKMBT5shz8/s400/DSC02174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3881616790345843067?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3881616790345843067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3881616790345843067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3881616790345843067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3881616790345843067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-bit-of-innocence.html' title='A little bit of innocence'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S6q4fX2WszI/AAAAAAAAElM/06WQbbkhgcw/s72-c/DSC02179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6670611739771422034</id><published>2010-03-16T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:12:38.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My morning good-bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5-gLFZA9VI/AAAAAAAAEk8/UhvwSiT5hzg/s1600-h/reflection3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449250186427692370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5-gLFZA9VI/AAAAAAAAEk8/UhvwSiT5hzg/s400/reflection3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I left our sitter's house the other day, the kids all lined up at the window so I could give my usual "honk" goodbye.  It was a really nice morning, and the kids were all so cute standing in a lineup, that my sitter had to snap this picture.  Can you see her reflection in the window?  I just love these four kids.  It's nice to know that I will always be sent off by Holden, Ellie, Lauren, and Reid.  What a great way to start my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6670611739771422034?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6670611739771422034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6670611739771422034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6670611739771422034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6670611739771422034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-morning-good-bye.html' title='My morning good-bye'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5-gLFZA9VI/AAAAAAAAEk8/UhvwSiT5hzg/s72-c/reflection3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2325467572734215919</id><published>2010-03-10T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T07:09:57.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin fever unleashed...</title><content type='html'>We have had our share of snowy, cold, icy, bitter weather.  I think everyone here feels like we have about had enough!  The poor kids have not had much opportunity to play outside because it has just been so cold.  Well, we have had a little break here.  We actually saw the sun this week, and the temps have actually reached the 50 degree mark.  It's been heaven, and as you will see, the kids were so glad to be outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5eeSt_iDgI/AAAAAAAAEk0/GWaFN2XmUQQ/s1600-h/Mar.2010+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446996318748806658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5eeSt_iDgI/AAAAAAAAEk0/GWaFN2XmUQQ/s400/Mar.2010+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid saying, "SUNSHINE!!!!"  As I said, it has been a long time since we have seen it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5eeSB_4XQI/AAAAAAAAEks/-D_iQweux6s/s1600-h/Mar.2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446996306939108610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5eeSB_4XQI/AAAAAAAAEks/-D_iQweux6s/s400/Mar.2010+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie got out the sidewalk chalk and some shades, and she was ready to roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5eeRwN9fpI/AAAAAAAAEkk/Utdb_rbTsNU/s1600-h/Mar.2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446996302166326930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5eeRwN9fpI/AAAAAAAAEkk/Utdb_rbTsNU/s400/Mar.2010+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some cool shades always make the work seem fun, right?  Reid was shoveling the yard into the clear driveway.  You know...always a helper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5eeRUrCoqI/AAAAAAAAEkc/pRWn3ByxH6s/s1600-h/Mar.2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446996294772105890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5eeRUrCoqI/AAAAAAAAEkc/pRWn3ByxH6s/s400/Mar.2010+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, roller skating is ALWAYS a good choice on a sunny day.  Even with lots of snow still on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5eeRGmEJnI/AAAAAAAAEkU/WPaGm_Cyx8k/s1600-h/Mar.2010+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446996290993137266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5eeRGmEJnI/AAAAAAAAEkU/WPaGm_Cyx8k/s400/Mar.2010+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My movie star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2325467572734215919?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2325467572734215919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2325467572734215919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2325467572734215919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2325467572734215919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/03/cabin-fever-unleashed.html' title='Cabin fever unleashed...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5eeSt_iDgI/AAAAAAAAEk0/GWaFN2XmUQQ/s72-c/Mar.2010+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-7126157749786339880</id><published>2010-03-10T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T05:24:05.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder.....</title><content type='html'>...who got a hold of my camera last night????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5edXo9d5rI/AAAAAAAAEkM/aRf1tA2mkrg/s1600-h/Mar.2010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446995303785686706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5edXo9d5rI/AAAAAAAAEkM/aRf1tA2mkrg/s400/Mar.2010+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-7126157749786339880?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/7126157749786339880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=7126157749786339880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7126157749786339880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7126157749786339880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder.....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S5edXo9d5rI/AAAAAAAAEkM/aRf1tA2mkrg/s72-c/Mar.2010+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6835687592634061241</id><published>2010-02-23T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:46:51.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation loves</title><content type='html'>We spent a wonderful week in Florida spending time with my mom, brother, and sister in law which was so nice. We were blessed to have had the chance to go, and we know that. We made some very special memories together, but definitely missed the presence of Dad. Florida was his home away from home, and more than once I found myself thinking of all the fun that we had there vacationing with Dad near our side. This trip was difficult at times, but we all feel lucky to have made some new memories. In no particular order....here are some of our vacation loves from the week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SKIhSK_MI/AAAAAAAAEkE/OeMI7nnIzZs/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441626128748575938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SKIhSK_MI/AAAAAAAAEkE/OeMI7nnIzZs/s400/IMG_0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved spending time with my mom. (just about as much as she loved spending time with us!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SKH3yqCrI/AAAAAAAAEj8/g-7vg861AbM/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441626117610539698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SKH3yqCrI/AAAAAAAAEj8/g-7vg861AbM/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids loved feeding the seagulls from our balcony. I wonder if all the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacationers&lt;/span&gt; loved this????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SKHbspNcI/AAAAAAAAEj0/KLv0XQHc4jE/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441626110069126594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SKHbspNcI/AAAAAAAAEj0/KLv0XQHc4jE/s400/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie loved dreaming of swimming in that pool below our townhouse. Too cold to even dip our feet in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SKG9rFiaI/AAAAAAAAEjs/PCNTBPgU5D8/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441626102009530786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SKG9rFiaI/AAAAAAAAEjs/PCNTBPgU5D8/s400/IMG_0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved taking Ellie to Disney for a day and enjoyed a Mickey ice cream treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SIRMObG_I/AAAAAAAAEjk/WcQIsmdpmgg/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624078691277810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SIRMObG_I/AAAAAAAAEjk/WcQIsmdpmgg/s400/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Daddy loved the 3-D show we saw. I loved seeing them in matching fashionable glassses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SIQ-TFl5I/AAAAAAAAEjc/PbPRUUi89Fs/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624074952742802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SIQ-TFl5I/AAAAAAAAEjc/PbPRUUi89Fs/s400/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie loved "driving" for the first time. She belly-laughed the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SIQdWFnQI/AAAAAAAAEjU/X2HXDrxE1Fg/s1600-h/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624066106957058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SIQdWFnQI/AAAAAAAAEjU/X2HXDrxE1Fg/s400/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We loved the magic of Disney World. Brian and I turned into 5 year olds, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SIPy5ISoI/AAAAAAAAEjM/qxK6kix0tDQ/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624054711208578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SIPy5ISoI/AAAAAAAAEjM/qxK6kix0tDQ/s400/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved spending time with Aunt Carol and Unlce Kevin.....(sorry Kev....no pic of you???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SIPtsV5oI/AAAAAAAAEjE/qBkBGPCEbQE/s1600-h/IMG_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624053315397250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SIPtsV5oI/AAAAAAAAEjE/qBkBGPCEbQE/s400/IMG_0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved feeding the giraffes at the Tampa Zoo. Reid loved the cracker he was supossed to feed the giraffe. He ate it instead. And no, I am not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SGx3Rs2hI/AAAAAAAAEi8/bQ9SHYLEvlw/s1600-h/IMG_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441622440980306450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SGx3Rs2hI/AAAAAAAAEi8/bQ9SHYLEvlw/s400/IMG_0334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that tongue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SGxdZfmYI/AAAAAAAAEi0/6GWHU7xC_Es/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441622434033670530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SGxdZfmYI/AAAAAAAAEi0/6GWHU7xC_Es/s400/IMG_0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid loved eating yummy pasta while we were there. Then again, he loves about anything to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SGwnOqprI/AAAAAAAAEis/o21t17v8bwc/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441622419492742834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SGwnOqprI/AAAAAAAAEis/o21t17v8bwc/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved his "Bozo" impression after eating the pasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SGwAgZndI/AAAAAAAAEik/VUERhxsh7WY/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441622409098141138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SGwAgZndI/AAAAAAAAEik/VUERhxsh7WY/s400/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie loved being at the beach, despite the cool temps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SGvQcyyVI/AAAAAAAAEic/gig83v6jsTE/s1600-h/IMG_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441622396198111570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SGvQcyyVI/AAAAAAAAEic/gig83v6jsTE/s400/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid loved watching the waves spill in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SE37dD3nI/AAAAAAAAEiU/jRGX1eGWUEk/s1600-h/IMG_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441620346157653618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SE37dD3nI/AAAAAAAAEiU/jRGX1eGWUEk/s400/IMG_0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved the sunrises out our great room window. I did not like Reid waking up well before the sun did, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SE3jjR7AI/AAAAAAAAEiM/eBVIlroNmeI/s1600-h/IMG_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441620339741289474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SE3jjR7AI/AAAAAAAAEiM/eBVIlroNmeI/s400/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all loved our special time with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SE3PEKkzI/AAAAAAAAEiE/zdIMty1lp1M/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441620334242075442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SE3PEKkzI/AAAAAAAAEiE/zdIMty1lp1M/s400/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved being able to play at parks with only light jackets on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SE2oJJ7FI/AAAAAAAAEh8/uNqlLAEVul8/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441620323794021458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SE2oJJ7FI/AAAAAAAAEh8/uNqlLAEVul8/s400/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved our play time together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SE2PORmPI/AAAAAAAAEh0/J5rf4UOydok/s1600-h/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441620317104609522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SE2PORmPI/AAAAAAAAEh0/J5rf4UOydok/s400/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved watching Reid enjoy his outside time. We also loved the naps the fresh air provided later in the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SDOVjrcBI/AAAAAAAAEhs/cJKYj7ewrRE/s1600-h/IMG_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441618532098600978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SDOVjrcBI/AAAAAAAAEhs/cJKYj7ewrRE/s400/IMG_0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved seeing Uncle Doug and Aunt Holly while we were there (Brian's brother and wife). What a special treat this was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SDNg1L6UI/AAAAAAAAEhk/kNQEshN1LKs/s1600-h/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441618517944953154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SDNg1L6UI/AAAAAAAAEhk/kNQEshN1LKs/s400/IMG_0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved it when Reid finally gave in and napped a bit. We all needed our rest after chasing him around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SDNCdJc8I/AAAAAAAAEhc/CNWh5OfXjZE/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441618509791065026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SDNCdJc8I/AAAAAAAAEhc/CNWh5OfXjZE/s400/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved making memories that will last us a lifetime. We are grateful for the time we had together. Hope to make some more family memories again real soon.......it's what life is all about, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SDM8Nvn6I/AAAAAAAAEhU/FHGV8-BRAJU/s1600-h/IMG_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441618508115845026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SDM8Nvn6I/AAAAAAAAEhU/FHGV8-BRAJU/s400/IMG_0440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved the little creatures that came to visit us outside the townhouse each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SDMY8YzVI/AAAAAAAAEhM/HPjwVk64NLU/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441618498647805266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SDMY8YzVI/AAAAAAAAEhM/HPjwVk64NLU/s400/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plainly and simply.....we were grateful for all our loves last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6835687592634061241?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6835687592634061241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6835687592634061241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6835687592634061241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6835687592634061241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/02/vacation-lovesin-no-particular-order.html' title='Vacation loves'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S4SKIhSK_MI/AAAAAAAAEkE/OeMI7nnIzZs/s72-c/IMG_0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8688231051559770931</id><published>2010-02-12T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:58:20.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S3YFRTcrHtI/AAAAAAAAEhE/yyEIIeIdoxc/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437539394932907730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S3YFRTcrHtI/AAAAAAAAEhE/yyEIIeIdoxc/s400/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Well, it's official....we are heading out tomorrow for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; for the week.  As you can see from the above photo, Ellie thinks this is all we are going for....Minnie Mouse.  But, in actuality, we are going to be with Mom.  My mom and dad used to stay in Florida for about 6-8 weeks at a time several times per year at their second home.  This was always one of the times of the year that they would be there.  As a family, we didn't want Mom being alone for this "first time".  So, my brother and his wife, and all of us, are flying out tomorrow to spend a week with Mom.  It is a time to be with family and remember Dad in one of his most favorite locations.  I am sure it will be bitter sweet for us all.  We pray for safe travels, a behaving 2 year old on a 2.5 hour flight, new memories made while remembering the old, and lots of laughs.  Brian, Ellie, and I will also make the trip to Disney to visit all the princesses and Minnie herself.  I am sure there will be pictures to follow...but for now, my heart is smiling knowing that we will surely feel Dad's spirit through that ocean breeze.  Miss you, Dad.....and love you always. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8688231051559770931?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8688231051559770931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8688231051559770931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8688231051559770931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8688231051559770931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/02/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S3YFRTcrHtI/AAAAAAAAEhE/yyEIIeIdoxc/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6943800099584925355</id><published>2010-02-12T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T04:46:06.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing...</title><content type='html'>It really is amazing how quickly kids grow....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S3VM9_q3B_I/AAAAAAAAEg8/_TBhRKX-kws/s1600-h/IMG_3522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437336753066674162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S3VM9_q3B_I/AAAAAAAAEg8/_TBhRKX-kws/s400/IMG_3522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S3VM9g88H6I/AAAAAAAAEg0/r2mKIL1KYuE/s1600-h/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437336744821006242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S3VM9g88H6I/AAAAAAAAEg0/r2mKIL1KYuE/s400/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6943800099584925355?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6943800099584925355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6943800099584925355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6943800099584925355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6943800099584925355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/02/growing.html' title='Growing...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S3VM9_q3B_I/AAAAAAAAEg8/_TBhRKX-kws/s72-c/IMG_3522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-5932011382461975301</id><published>2010-02-10T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:31:50.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White stuff</title><content type='html'>I am actually not talking about snow this time, although with more than 18 plus inches on the ground, I should be. As I was getting Ellie all geared up to go outside and &lt;em&gt;help &lt;/em&gt;Brian shovel, Reid helped himself to our fridge. As you can see.....the nice white moustache gives away what he got into. Or does it?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S3M9d_zvG3I/AAAAAAAAEgs/uATkYgFglms/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436756760720251762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S3M9d_zvG3I/AAAAAAAAEgs/uATkYgFglms/s400/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trust me....it's worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With Reid, you can't expect the "norm"....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S3M9dcjFIEI/AAAAAAAAEgk/VGWGSZK_PTc/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436756751255150658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S3M9dcjFIEI/AAAAAAAAEgk/VGWGSZK_PTc/s400/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, his beverage of choice....Coffee Mate....vanilla c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;armel&lt;/span&gt; to be precise. I can't imagine he enjoyed it. Then again, this is a kid who can eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt; as a main course if I let him. How do I know this???? Oh, I just do....let's leave it at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-5932011382461975301?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/5932011382461975301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=5932011382461975301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5932011382461975301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5932011382461975301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/02/white-stuff.html' title='White stuff'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S3M9d_zvG3I/AAAAAAAAEgs/uATkYgFglms/s72-c/IMG_0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-1778725381728366956</id><published>2010-02-07T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:18:00.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black eyes and Baby Jammies</title><content type='html'>Little boys......ahhhh.  Much different from little girls is what I am finding out, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.  My little boy is wild.  From sunup until sundown....wild.  He is into everything, climbs, is curious about the world around him, goes nonstop, and never, ever takes a break.  And you see, this is what happens to little boys who are wild....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29yj2FCFsI/AAAAAAAAEgc/kEIgKrs3T6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435689235397088962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29yj2FCFsI/AAAAAAAAEgc/kEIgKrs3T6Y/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They get hurt sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29yjqA8nsI/AAAAAAAAEgU/iBwX55m0ET8/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435689232158727874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29yjqA8nsI/AAAAAAAAEgU/iBwX55m0ET8/s400/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When traveling full blast on foot collides with a corner on a cabinet....this is what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29yjBvKY0I/AAAAAAAAEgM/jvRRaWKABFo/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435689221346714434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29yjBvKY0I/AAAAAAAAEgM/jvRRaWKABFo/s400/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Black eyes and little boys.....I guess it is the first of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29yi_hdfcI/AAAAAAAAEgE/Cb3O7h-2JUY/s1600-h/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435689220752375234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29yi_hdfcI/AAAAAAAAEgE/Cb3O7h-2JUY/s400/IMG_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid and Ellie both have footie jammies that they rarely wear.  You see, my children inherited a trait from my husband.  They are human furnaces.  If I put them in these jammies, I am up in the night getting them out because they are too hot.  Everytime.  But, Reid found these in his dresser and laughed hysterically.  He would say, "Baby Jammies.  I wear them."  And then when he saw Ellie in hers....he just was beside himself.  Too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29yiTgRUWI/AAAAAAAAEf8/gIRhyB8uWXs/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435689208936223074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29yiTgRUWI/AAAAAAAAEf8/gIRhyB8uWXs/s400/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My babies in their jammies......love my girl &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my boy to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-1778725381728366956?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/1778725381728366956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=1778725381728366956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1778725381728366956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1778725381728366956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/02/black-eyes-and-baby-jammies.html' title='Black eyes and Baby Jammies'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29yj2FCFsI/AAAAAAAAEgc/kEIgKrs3T6Y/s72-c/IMG_0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6253291038234287611</id><published>2010-02-07T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:03:06.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Saturday</title><content type='html'>We got blasted!!!  About 14 inches of snow fell down on us Friday night into Saturday, and the kids could not have been happier!  We decided that this would be a great time to build a snow fort with the kids, and that is exactly what we set out to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29vWIj21DI/AAAAAAAAEf0/eGVCAZhuskU/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435685701305160754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29vWIj21DI/AAAAAAAAEf0/eGVCAZhuskU/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid was so excited to put on his snow gear....oh, and also the snow gear that was to go on the snowman we were to make.  But...the kids got too distracted in playing in the snow, and the snowman never got built.  It was such a fine, flaky snow, it wasn't great for packing anyway.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29u29aspiI/AAAAAAAAEfs/5vuDZ7dS99E/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435685165738010146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29u29aspiI/AAAAAAAAEfs/5vuDZ7dS99E/s400/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see how fast the flakes were falling.  It was hard for Ellie to even look at the camera.  It was really coming down fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29u2mfkKoI/AAAAAAAAEfk/9wbNDb56Xa4/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435685159584410242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29u2mfkKoI/AAAAAAAAEfk/9wbNDb56Xa4/s400/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid helping build the fort.  Our recycle bin makes GREAT cubes for forts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29u2eA77QI/AAAAAAAAEfc/pBXJzu-9zxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435685157308460290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29u2eA77QI/AAAAAAAAEfc/pBXJzu-9zxQ/s400/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love those red cheekers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29u2ILFVqI/AAAAAAAAEfU/IhbbDIxYVv8/s1600-h/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435685151445440162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29u2ILFVqI/AAAAAAAAEfU/IhbbDIxYVv8/s400/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loved the snow.  But he hated his gloves.  His time outside was limited because of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29u14vfPGI/AAAAAAAAEfM/785WZ7UETAw/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435685147303165026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29u14vfPGI/AAAAAAAAEfM/785WZ7UETAw/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie and Sophie having fun.  We are holding on to our hats, because supposedly the next storm is coming in a couple more days.  Aughhhhh.....I think Spring is sounding better each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6253291038234287611?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6253291038234287611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6253291038234287611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6253291038234287611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6253291038234287611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowy-saturday.html' title='Snowy Saturday'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S29vWIj21DI/AAAAAAAAEf0/eGVCAZhuskU/s72-c/IMG_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-913584693220637857</id><published>2010-01-28T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:39:16.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>Ellie and her friend Rachel are such close friends.  They attend preschool and the same sitter together each day.  We were lucky enough to have Rachel come play at our house when I had a snow day.  It was so funny to watch them play together.  They literally played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Plah&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Doh&lt;/span&gt; at the kitchen table for over 1.5 hours.  I would be lucky enough to have Reid sit still for 1.5 seconds.  Girls are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; different from boys, that is for sure!  I hope their friendship continues to grow as they do.  Here's to Rachel and Ellie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S2I6yBCAq0I/AAAAAAAAEe8/JUFzQ1PwOo4/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431968731506977602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S2I6yBCAq0I/AAAAAAAAEe8/JUFzQ1PwOo4/s400/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a moment to pose for the camera before the fun began.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S2I6xX06HTI/AAAAAAAAEe0/P_5BhVu9JHg/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431968720446168370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S2I6xX06HTI/AAAAAAAAEe0/P_5BhVu9JHg/s400/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty cute!  They made me "dinner".  Love the "peas" towards the back right on the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S2I6w8EIt1I/AAAAAAAAEes/gMaMW_iGABg/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431968712993847122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S2I6w8EIt1I/AAAAAAAAEes/gMaMW_iGABg/s400/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was also part of my "meal".  I think it was some kind of ice cream sundae concoction with a yellow cherry on top, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S2I6wm6H01I/AAAAAAAAEek/sCGU52WPTw8/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431968707314701138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S2I6wm6H01I/AAAAAAAAEek/sCGU52WPTw8/s400/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhh, yes....girls will be girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S2I6weVsk5I/AAAAAAAAEec/9_VBO5sF1Kk/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431968705014436754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S2I6weVsk5I/AAAAAAAAEec/9_VBO5sF1Kk/s400/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friendship.....nothing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-913584693220637857?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/913584693220637857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=913584693220637857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/913584693220637857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/913584693220637857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/01/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S2I6yBCAq0I/AAAAAAAAEe8/JUFzQ1PwOo4/s72-c/IMG_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3743826551501574831</id><published>2010-01-16T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:25:03.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Among Us</title><content type='html'>I totally believe in angels. I believe that signs are given to us all the time and it is up to us to open our eyes up to see what is being said. Now, I know that not everyone is going to share in my belief, and that is ok. Just let me share some things with you, if I may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a little background. When my dad passed away on Sept. 30 of this year, it was a day that would change our lives forever, of course. Being there with family at the time of Dad's passing was a gift to us all. As my mom put it, "Dad made dying very easy on us all." And he did. He was his fiesty self until the very end. He never lost his humor, his compassion, or his faith. He knew where he was going, and he was not a bit afraid. He hated the thought of leaving us behind, but he also knew that we would be in good hands, and he would see to it that we were watched over. Before he died, Brian and I were in the room with him alone for a bit. I felt that I really wanted and needed Dad to know that it was ok for him to die. At this point he was in a coma and non responsive to us. But, I was hoping and praying that he could still hear us. I whispered in his ear how much I loved him and how proud I was of him. I told him that I wanted him to go when he was ready, and that we would be ok. I told him that I was so glad that Ellie and Reid would be watched over by such an important angel to us all. Nothing meant more to Dad than family, and in my heart of hearts, I just know that he surrounds us every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad passed away less than an hour after I told him that we would be ok. Less than one hour. My brother was not in the room at the exact moment when Dad passed. He was in the hallway. We got him in to the room right away to be with us. Kevin was sitting opposite my mom and I on the other side of Dad. Kevin did not share his story with me about this time until quite a bit later. I want to share it with you. You need to first understand that my dad and brother became very close through this illness. Kevin was always there with my mom for dad. Kevin was the only one who could make dad comfy in that less than comfy hospital bed. Kevin was the only one who could rub his legs to make the pain cease. Kevin was the only one who could pick the music that eased Dad's heavy heart. My dad was so very proud of Kevin. And I am so glad Kevin got to hear Dad say this to him. That was important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin told me a few weeks after Dad's passing that he saw something about 10 minutes after Dad passed. Kevin said that he saw 3 bold, circular, swirling bands of light that encircled Dad over and over again. He distinctly saw 3. He watched the clock and estimates that this went on for about 10-15 seconds. Then, they swirled to the ceiling, encircled the room that we were all in with Dad, and then disappeared. Then, at the funeral, Kevin again saw just one beam of light that encircled the casket several times during the prayer portion of the serivce right before the choir was to sing. It then circled the choir and disapperared. (My dad was the Minister of Music at our church for over 30 years). How appropriate, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then recently we have been going through and putting away pictures. I just want to share 2 of them with you, and show you that our angel is indeed taking good care of us all. Miss you and love you, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 91:11-13 For God commands the angels to guard you in all your ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S1JsZJw-c4I/AAAAAAAAEeE/AX41JTFMAUw/s1600-h/Copy+of+Thanksgiving,+Nov.+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427519680308736898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S1JsZJw-c4I/AAAAAAAAEeE/AX41JTFMAUw/s400/Copy+of+Thanksgiving,+Nov.+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken at Thanksgiving. I am sitting, my sister in law is in the upper left, my brother next to her, and my cousin, Ben. Look at Kevin's shirt on his upper right side. See the perfect circle of light there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S1Jz6qp1zgI/AAAAAAAAEeU/7rU6TD7x78o/s1600-h/Christmas+Family+Silly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427527952654257666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S1Jz6qp1zgI/AAAAAAAAEeU/7rU6TD7x78o/s400/Christmas+Family+Silly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my dad's side of the family that we got together with for Christmas.  As I said, family was everything to my dad.  Look in the upper left hand side of the photo.  Above my Uncle Larry's head.....see the perfect white circle?  By the way, this was our candid shot of the family.  Look how cute my mom is....right smack in the center with the blue sweater on.  I think she is the only one posed normally.  My cousin Lori noticed the circle.  I never even noticed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S1JsZZ6iYeI/AAAAAAAAEeM/-4p-tB5gtaw/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427519684643807714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S1JsZZ6iYeI/AAAAAAAAEeM/-4p-tB5gtaw/s400/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian was taking this picture showing how easy Reid can escape from our basement if he would like to. He has mastered the door knob, as Sophie looks on. Look past Reid above the little blue chair and on the back wall. Do you see 2 round cirles of light? These pictures were taken with 3 different cameras. No lens issues are present. One camera is brand new. It comforts me to know that Dad is not as far as he seems after all. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3743826551501574831?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3743826551501574831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3743826551501574831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3743826551501574831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3743826551501574831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/01/angels-among-us.html' title='Angels Among Us'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S1JsZJw-c4I/AAAAAAAAEeE/AX41JTFMAUw/s72-c/Copy+of+Thanksgiving,+Nov.+2009+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8634253446103238818</id><published>2010-01-07T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:00:17.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger Painting.....Reid style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aOwtvhPoI/AAAAAAAAEd8/F_2d0uvABhM/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424179768778112642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aOwtvhPoI/AAAAAAAAEd8/F_2d0uvABhM/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I asked for it. I know. I am one of those moms who enjoys crafts and artsy projects with the kids. We do a lot of them, and I enjoy them. Most of them, anyway. Well, my dear, sweet inlaws got Ellie and Reid some &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;finger&lt;/span&gt; paints for Christmas and had the nerve to send them home with us!  : )  I thought it would be a great project for their house, but needless to say, we ended up with them.  And here is how our night of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;finger&lt;/span&gt; painting went....&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reid style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aOHVnWiiI/AAAAAAAAEd0/wkam26O959Y/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424179057926769186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aOHVnWiiI/AAAAAAAAEd0/wkam26O959Y/s400/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All started out sweet and calm fingers painting away.  Life is going great here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aOG53rp8I/AAAAAAAAEds/xH91wN3J7IU/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424179050479069122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aOG53rp8I/AAAAAAAAEds/xH91wN3J7IU/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid getting the tenchique down to a science after watching Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aOGlRV_SI/AAAAAAAAEdk/jqCqGRBvOdE/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424179044949556514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aOGlRV_SI/AAAAAAAAEdk/jqCqGRBvOdE/s400/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie is very precise and methodical about things.  She takes her work seriously, and you can tell she is concentrating hard here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aOGUzrNSI/AAAAAAAAEdc/FyVBTyXnpn8/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424179040530150690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aOGUzrNSI/AAAAAAAAEdc/FyVBTyXnpn8/s400/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why just get the fingers messy.....hands seem to work great in the stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aNA1FacjI/AAAAAAAAEdU/wy0GLt-jqP8/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424177846603641394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aNA1FacjI/AAAAAAAAEdU/wy0GLt-jqP8/s400/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and the kit came with some great stamps for the paint.  Reid enjoyed dipping them in paint, soaking them in water, then squeezing the mess onto the paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aNAnZ8S8I/AAAAAAAAEdM/d_r4kqX2dN8/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424177842931649474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aNAnZ8S8I/AAAAAAAAEdM/d_r4kqX2dN8/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More dumping of paint.  Finger painting just was not cutting it for him.  At this point, I was starting to see why the box said 5 years and up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aM_wRVEII/AAAAAAAAEdE/HIp-ggxGHxc/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424177828131573890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aM_wRVEII/AAAAAAAAEdE/HIp-ggxGHxc/s400/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, yeah....a goopy, gloppy mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aM_vGmuwI/AAAAAAAAEc8/t1ras4Crxwk/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424177827818158850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aM_vGmuwI/AAAAAAAAEc8/t1ras4Crxwk/s400/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big sister next to Reid was doing just fine.  Lool at her hands and look at Reids in the top right corner.  Quite a difference in technique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aM_XZSCiI/AAAAAAAAEc0/JLA4SP7ABhQ/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424177821454043682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aM_XZSCiI/AAAAAAAAEc0/JLA4SP7ABhQ/s400/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "MESS" he said to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aLfXNbNMI/AAAAAAAAEcs/Cq0TyRGKeKY/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424176172136871106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aLfXNbNMI/AAAAAAAAEcs/Cq0TyRGKeKY/s400/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He eventually moved his construction paper that he was using and just went all out on the newspaper that I had as my "catch all".  At this point in the game, why stop him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aLfK7w-WI/AAAAAAAAEck/4ORZhmQteuA/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424176168841574754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aLfK7w-WI/AAAAAAAAEck/4ORZhmQteuA/s400/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "Ski" tongue even came out!  This is a lovely trait that my husband exhibits.  Anytime he is working on something or concentrating, we see the tongue sneak out of his mouth.  (I am sure he will love me posting this!)  Ellie definitely exhibits this trait.  Constantly.  This is the first sneak of the tongue that I have seen from Reid.  Looks like both the kids got the "Ski" trait very honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aLe858hKI/AAAAAAAAEcc/Pb27xx-sKyw/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424176165075846306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aLe858hKI/AAAAAAAAEcc/Pb27xx-sKyw/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paintbrush was also involved in the process for awhile.  But, as you can tell from the looks of Reid's hands, arms, and pretty much upper torso.....it didn't last for long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aLebdw1MI/AAAAAAAAEcU/BbDCXnL61MA/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424176156099269826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aLebdw1MI/AAAAAAAAEcU/BbDCXnL61MA/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gotta love those, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;finger paints.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aLeEVUMkI/AAAAAAAAEcM/WFZ_QnAdTcU/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424176149889823298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aLeEVUMkI/AAAAAAAAEcM/WFZ_QnAdTcU/s400/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The end results were nice.  Well, at least Ellie's.  Reid's were unsalvageable.  We had some good laughs, and a large clean up job, but that's what it's all about, right?  And how I see it.....Reid may be wanting a drum set one day.  I think Grandma and Pappy's house would be a lovely spot for that, don't you???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8634253446103238818?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8634253446103238818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8634253446103238818' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8634253446103238818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8634253446103238818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2010/01/finger-paintingreid-style.html' title='Finger Painting.....Reid style'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/S0aOwtvhPoI/AAAAAAAAEd8/F_2d0uvABhM/s72-c/IMG_0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-4986973910352158867</id><published>2009-12-30T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:17:47.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>Our Christmas was filled with many blessings.....&lt;br /&gt;We missed Dad's presence, but made some new memories together, laughed a lot, and talked a lot about Dad to keep him alive for the kids.  We were lucky to have such a great holiday filled with so many amazing people.  Here it is....in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9_2CssI/AAAAAAAAEcE/n-pOjEAQlnY/s1600-h/formula_20081223_35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421122255138763458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9_2CssI/AAAAAAAAEcE/n-pOjEAQlnY/s400/formula_20081223_35.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One year ago, this was Ellie ringing the bell for Salvation Army.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9nRzKnI/AAAAAAAAEb8/yRsLNtKG5Iw/s1600-h/ellie_20091211_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421122248544299634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9nRzKnI/AAAAAAAAEb8/yRsLNtKG5Iw/s400/ellie_20091211_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a tradition that I love, and I wanted to keep it going.  So, here she is this year helping by ringing the bell.  I want her to know, understand, and appreciate the true meaning of Christmas.  I would have taken Reid with me, but I was pretty sure that it would be a nightmare.  Maybe next year????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9NymltI/AAAAAAAAEb0/UdGIEEhE3pw/s1600-h/christmas_20091221_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421122241702565586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9NymltI/AAAAAAAAEb0/UdGIEEhE3pw/s400/christmas_20091221_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Doug and Aunt Holly sent some very special gifts in the mail for the kids.  Reid wouldn't let me grab him for a picture....he was too busy.  Ellie was proud to show off her bling here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwX1OxdgI/AAAAAAAAEbs/9JaN78mAUyk/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120499943044610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwX1OxdgI/AAAAAAAAEbs/9JaN78mAUyk/s400/christmas_20091224_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie excited for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwXWDCPhI/AAAAAAAAEbk/oVkaooxtIzI/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120491572313618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwXWDCPhI/AAAAAAAAEbk/oVkaooxtIzI/s400/christmas_20091224_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that face of Reid's.  Who knows what Ellie was saying.....but Reid thought it was something quite funny by the looks of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwXPBMPbI/AAAAAAAAEbc/mHTuPvz8ptA/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120489685532082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwXPBMPbI/AAAAAAAAEbc/mHTuPvz8ptA/s400/christmas_20091224_99_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas 2009!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwWhQP90I/AAAAAAAAEbU/OXcqLVJ1qxw/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120477400659778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwWhQP90I/AAAAAAAAEbU/OXcqLVJ1qxw/s400/christmas_20091224_99_19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Figuring out how this top works. I am sure he will have it taken apart and put back together before he is 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwWJ3lJHI/AAAAAAAAEbM/UTMHG_GvwAA/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120471123174514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwWJ3lJHI/AAAAAAAAEbM/UTMHG_GvwAA/s400/christmas_20091224_99_20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid got this top from my mom that he is seriously intrigued with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuS6bU2sI/AAAAAAAAEbE/sIxxFeaC6Ao/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421118216415271618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuS6bU2sI/AAAAAAAAEbE/sIxxFeaC6Ao/s400/christmas_20091224_99_22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid and Uncle Kevin sporting the same haircut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuSpgn-LI/AAAAAAAAEa8/ZtALpcFEJyw/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421118211874093234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuSpgn-LI/AAAAAAAAEa8/ZtALpcFEJyw/s400/christmas_20091224_99_39.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Grandma with a very special horse from Grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuSQGv7lI/AAAAAAAAEa0/hmLkrWbx2l8/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421118205054676562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuSQGv7lI/AAAAAAAAEa0/hmLkrWbx2l8/s400/christmas_20091224_99_33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess I have to admit it....that's my brother. : )   (and I'll admit anyday that this is my sister in law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuR-rzTWI/AAAAAAAAEas/dBXVcwt2vDw/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421118200378248546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuR-rzTWI/AAAAAAAAEas/dBXVcwt2vDw/s400/christmas_20091224_99_34.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother and sister in law. Hilarious. We just laugh when we get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuRmjJhLI/AAAAAAAAEak/DAqKoRyW_lc/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421118193899504818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuRmjJhLI/AAAAAAAAEak/DAqKoRyW_lc/s400/christmas_20091224_99_46.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, this is the man I married.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusVj_0c2I/AAAAAAAAEac/4_Z0rJLVDcU/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421116062910673762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusVj_0c2I/AAAAAAAAEac/4_Z0rJLVDcU/s400/christmas_20091224_99_44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls....my sister in law, Carol, Ellie, me, and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusVFODNDI/AAAAAAAAEaU/1DqWgMRO1u8/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421116054648861746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusVFODNDI/AAAAAAAAEaU/1DqWgMRO1u8/s400/christmas_20091224_99_52.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Ellie leaving out cookies and milk for Santa. So exciting!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusUwx8t6I/AAAAAAAAEaM/xbmjl1NdgSg/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421116049162287010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusUwx8t6I/AAAAAAAAEaM/xbmjl1NdgSg/s400/christmas_20091224_99_54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, this picture would not cooperate with me....just turn your head slightly to the right to read. Santa left Ellie and Reid a nice note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusUe6ivcI/AAAAAAAAEaE/hrYaks4rG8I/s1600-h/christmas_20091225_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421116044366495170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusUe6ivcI/AAAAAAAAEaE/hrYaks4rG8I/s400/christmas_20091225_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie playing with the play-doh machine she got from Uncle Kevin and Aunt Carol. Fun times! You should have seen the f loor after she was done. Oh, my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqV8scrOI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/wkM10WiJsB8/s1600-h/christmas_20091225_99_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421113870517054690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqV8scrOI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/wkM10WiJsB8/s400/christmas_20091225_99_8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Reid enjoying some of their gifts at Grandma and Pappy's house on Christmas Day. Oh, and by the way....the finger paint stayed at Grandma's!!!! **I am sorry Pappy, Pap Pap, and Grandma Wilson....where are the pics of you????? Don't worry, I will make up for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqVhZV4FI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/lXEc3I6RJLs/s1600-h/christmas_20091225_99_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421113863189160018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqVhZV4FI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/lXEc3I6RJLs/s400/christmas_20091225_99_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Uncle Aaron...oh, and Ellie's baby that swims. She was so excited to get this doll. This was number 1 on her list this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqVPZA5tI/AAAAAAAAEZs/x0d-LwPDlmE/s1600-h/DSCN0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421113858355947218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqVPZA5tI/AAAAAAAAEZs/x0d-LwPDlmE/s400/DSCN0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Reid with the annual calendar gift that never seems to get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqU784cvI/AAAAAAAAEZk/5bKmftjUECs/s1600-h/christmas_20091225_99_16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421113853137679090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqU784cvI/AAAAAAAAEZk/5bKmftjUECs/s400/christmas_20091225_99_16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Aaron...and believe it or not, Reid took this photo. I kid you not! The child loves buttons and has most electronics figured out already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqUipJunI/AAAAAAAAEZc/K_5qsL0EITU/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421113846344039026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqUipJunI/AAAAAAAAEZc/K_5qsL0EITU/s400/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reid and my uncle Dave (my dad's brother). We really enjoyed being able to go spend time with my dad's side of the family as well as the other family gatherings we had. It was a Christmas with many good memories in it, which is what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szulx0wYqkI/AAAAAAAAEZU/Nxz9VkfuI_E/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421108851864283714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szulx0wYqkI/AAAAAAAAEZU/Nxz9VkfuI_E/s400/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the great-grandkids on my dad's side of the family posing with Santa who made a surprise visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzulxGJtSdI/AAAAAAAAEZE/-SMm4mm0pWQ/s1600-h/Christmas+Family+Silly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421108839354026450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzulxGJtSdI/AAAAAAAAEZE/-SMm4mm0pWQ/s400/Christmas+Family+Silly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course, no Christmas is complete without the "funny family pose". We are blessed, no doubt. The memories of Dad and Christmas' past were all alive and with us throughout the whole month of December, and we intend to always keep it this way. We did make some new memories together, but always promising to bring back the memories of Christmas' past as well. As I put on my necklace from Brian each day, I vow to read it, recite it, and believe it.....for it states something so simple, yet so true....Yes, "I am blessed." We hope your Christmas celebrations were blessings to you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4986973910352158867?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4986973910352158867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4986973910352158867' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4986973910352158867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4986973910352158867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-in-nutshell.html' title='Christmas in a nutshell'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9_2CssI/AAAAAAAAEcE/n-pOjEAQlnY/s72-c/formula_20081223_35.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-4559380532658910567</id><published>2009-12-23T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:19:44.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Itsy....Bitsy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPIDER!!!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIgoRqfdI/AAAAAAAAEY8/85Xmq0YkBBs/s1600-h/ellie_20091220_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418543395828825554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIgoRqfdI/AAAAAAAAEY8/85Xmq0YkBBs/s400/ellie_20091220_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking for it......Looking for it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIgedNuMI/AAAAAAAAEY0/udygVklomFg/s1600-h/ellie_20091220_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418543393192917186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIgedNuMI/AAAAAAAAEY0/udygVklomFg/s400/ellie_20091220_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I see it, do you?????  Brian is holding Reid up towards our ceiling to see our little friend, "Webby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIf0cSAQI/AAAAAAAAEYs/wSEfccD-g9c/s1600-h/ellie_20091220_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418543381914714370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIf0cSAQI/AAAAAAAAEYs/wSEfccD-g9c/s400/ellie_20091220_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Intrigued by this little tiny speck on the ceiling.  Hey, whatever holds his attention!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4559380532658910567?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4559380532658910567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4559380532658910567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4559380532658910567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4559380532658910567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-itsybitsy.html' title='Our Itsy....Bitsy.....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIgoRqfdI/AAAAAAAAEY8/85Xmq0YkBBs/s72-c/ellie_20091220_99.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3592070133280969364</id><published>2009-12-19T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:03:45.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Program</title><content type='html'>I was lucky enough to be able to see Ellie's Christmas program at school on Friday. I took the day off and enjoyed every minute of watching how much Ellie has grown up! She was the "Bell" in the play and did a great job. She led the group out and was the first part of the program. I am so proud of her, and felt so blessed to be able to spend the day with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CuWKYwcI/AAAAAAAAEYc/98HmETyCjEE/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417129659531313602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CuWKYwcI/AAAAAAAAEYc/98HmETyCjEE/s400/ellie_20091218_99_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie after her play. I was so glad she wanted to wear a dress. Last year, I could not get her to wear a dress.....she seriously wore jeans to her program last year. I decided that you pick your battles, and that wasn't one that was worth fighting.....but inside it killed me! I was glad that Ellie wanted to dress up and look nice this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2Ct-MOrqI/AAAAAAAAEYU/Uyq3i2WK1co/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417129653096591010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2Ct-MOrqI/AAAAAAAAEYU/Uyq3i2WK1co/s400/ellie_20091218_99_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Thatcher. They have known each other since they were babies....and now are in the same class at school. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CCur0OFI/AAAAAAAAEYM/rlSyddaqkIQ/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417128910199732306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CCur0OFI/AAAAAAAAEYM/rlSyddaqkIQ/s400/ellie_20091218_99_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and my mom. She wouldn't have missed this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CCLRUAOI/AAAAAAAAEYE/lsbtLlTvGtY/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417128900693328098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CCLRUAOI/AAAAAAAAEYE/lsbtLlTvGtY/s400/ellie_20091218_99_8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and me after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417132388389600562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2FNL85vTI/AAAAAAAAEYk/AO_HscexyrQ/s400/ellie_20091218_99_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ellie and her Pappy who came to see her perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CB6LOxYI/AAAAAAAAEX8/KHvSCbXasCE/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417128896104416642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CB6LOxYI/AAAAAAAAEX8/KHvSCbXasCE/s400/ellie_20091218_99_9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and one of her teachers, Mrs. Harrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CBgSd6qI/AAAAAAAAEX0/uyuXlWI9b7o/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417128889155447458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CBgSd6qI/AAAAAAAAEX0/uyuXlWI9b7o/s400/ellie_20091218_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and her teacher, Mrs. Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CBda7XcI/AAAAAAAAEXs/3C4L_W2KwtU/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417128888385625538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CBda7XcI/AAAAAAAAEXs/3C4L_W2KwtU/s400/ellie_20091218_99_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And what's better than to top off the day at Applebee's for lunch???? We had a great day, and it was just what we needed to get us all geared up for Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3592070133280969364?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3592070133280969364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3592070133280969364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3592070133280969364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3592070133280969364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/preschool-program.html' title='Preschool Program'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CuWKYwcI/AAAAAAAAEYc/98HmETyCjEE/s72-c/ellie_20091218_99_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-1062184511856896552</id><published>2009-12-18T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:06:08.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>So, have I told you all before that we have the BEST sitter???? We have always been so blessed by our caregivers. Sooooo lucky. My sitter took this "photo shoot" of Reid the other day. She has these great windows that are just Reid's height, and he has a habit of sitting near one and waiting for me when he knows that I will be pulling in the drive to come get the kids. I love these pictures. Thanks Jen, for all you do. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuC7lwHNI/AAAAAAAAEXk/NoLYvCi5_BI/s1600-h/DSC02014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416543973477981394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuC7lwHNI/AAAAAAAAEXk/NoLYvCi5_BI/s400/DSC02014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serious man here......very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuCt6893I/AAAAAAAAEXc/x-zzkLkwswQ/s1600-h/DSC02016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416543969808807794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuCt6893I/AAAAAAAAEXc/x-zzkLkwswQ/s400/DSC02016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for Mommy with his dump truck near by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuCe_XenI/AAAAAAAAEXU/dJJml3qi-tg/s1600-h/DSC02017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416543965800790642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuCe_XenI/AAAAAAAAEXU/dJJml3qi-tg/s400/DSC02017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the reflection....and the chilled out pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuCPVEsgI/AAAAAAAAEXM/JapEvdWJ02I/s1600-h/DSC02018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416543961596867074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuCPVEsgI/AAAAAAAAEXM/JapEvdWJ02I/s400/DSC02018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking for Mommy, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuB5fN4KI/AAAAAAAAEXE/dMykDvqw4q8/s1600-h/DSC02021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416543955733831842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuB5fN4KI/AAAAAAAAEXE/dMykDvqw4q8/s400/DSC02021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Could it be her coming?????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytsxhaWPoI/AAAAAAAAEW0/FbpTcxD2oMw/s1600-h/DSC02022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416542574881422978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytsxhaWPoI/AAAAAAAAEW0/FbpTcxD2oMw/s400/DSC02022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This would be the face Reid gives you when you ask him for his "Mad Face". I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytsxTmjJNI/AAAAAAAAEWs/DWR37FjcKhk/s1600-h/DSC02024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416542571174503634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytsxTmjJNI/AAAAAAAAEWs/DWR37FjcKhk/s400/DSC02024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweetness with a bit of ornery mixed in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sytsw58fxGI/AAAAAAAAEWk/7Bhc1o4GypQ/s1600-h/DSC02025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416542564287235170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sytsw58fxGI/AAAAAAAAEWk/7Bhc1o4GypQ/s400/DSC02025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ornery with a little sweetness in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytswjQRzOI/AAAAAAAAEWc/kB3V8mJBKKo/s1600-h/DSC02013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416542558196190434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytswjQRzOI/AAAAAAAAEWc/kB3V8mJBKKo/s400/DSC02013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's my boy. Feeling blessed all around. It's nice to have some "reflection" this time of year....and I am grateful at how far Reid has come. Love you, big guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-1062184511856896552?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/1062184511856896552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=1062184511856896552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1062184511856896552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1062184511856896552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuC7lwHNI/AAAAAAAAEXk/NoLYvCi5_BI/s72-c/DSC02014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8089201966898292815</id><published>2009-12-10T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:13:50.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Spirit"</title><content type='html'>Mom came over for dinner tonight....and Reid wanted to show her all the important ornaments on the tree.  His favorite one is "Grandpa singing".  We have an ornament that has our extended family recorded singing the "Doxology" together.  We always start our Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners by singing this.  The ornament is from last years Christmas gathering with Dad leading the singing.  Reid LOVES to hear the music.....and I love to hear him say, "Grandpa singing."  Helps keep Dad close in our hearts....and his spirit seems a little closer to us, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGpdcRQH5I/AAAAAAAAEWU/7XulaXNjCOE/s1600-h/reid_20091210_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413794550345899922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGpdcRQH5I/AAAAAAAAEWU/7XulaXNjCOE/s400/reid_20091210_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid and Grandma listening to "Grandpa singing".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGpc8QmMdI/AAAAAAAAEWM/6rfPoczK5H0/s1600-h/reid_20091210_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413794541753217490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGpc8QmMdI/AAAAAAAAEWM/6rfPoczK5H0/s400/reid_20091210_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid is holding the speical ornament in his hands and is pushing the top to make it work.  We all enjoyed hearing "Grandpa singing" tonight.  I am so glad we have this memory to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8089201966898292815?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8089201966898292815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8089201966898292815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8089201966898292815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8089201966898292815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/spirit.html' title='&quot;Spirit&quot;'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGpdcRQH5I/AAAAAAAAEWU/7XulaXNjCOE/s72-c/reid_20091210_99.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-34548475951141468</id><published>2009-12-10T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:02:56.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Proud"</title><content type='html'>My 4th graders are amazing.....They were all in agreement that it would be better for them to partake in service projects for our community this year for Christmas instead of having classroom gift exchanges.  Awesome.  We have had a really mild start to our winter....and all of that changed....today.  The day that our first service project took place.  Naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we bundled everyone up, headed out with our handmade Christmas ornaments and chain links, and walked downtown from school to decorate the tree.  **sidenote...we were told that we "may" want to have a ladder if we wanted to put a star on top...."may" being the key word.  So, we got there (oh, just as another sidenote....it was a whopping 20 degrees out....and major winds) and saw how big the tree &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; was.  We needed a ladder just to decorate to the top....which we didn't bring.  So, to make a long story short, we borrowed one from the local bank (along with one of the male bank workers...whose wife works at school with us) and we got this thing going.  The kids were so excited....it was really a lot of fun.  I am really proud to see the spirit of Christmas flowing freely within my kids.  It seems to make the season even brighter yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGlRrcwFEI/AAAAAAAAEWE/Oe7-QNFSh_o/s1600-h/shreve_20091210_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789950215722050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGlRrcwFEI/AAAAAAAAEWE/Oe7-QNFSh_o/s400/shreve_20091210_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The proud sign hanging near the Christmas tree that was made by our kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGlRHb0bQI/AAAAAAAAEV8/YUOCx71ndko/s1600-h/shreve_20091210_99_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789940548136194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGlRHb0bQI/AAAAAAAAEV8/YUOCx71ndko/s400/shreve_20091210_99_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Starting to decorate......look how BIG that tree is!  We couldn't come close to getting the star on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkl5ncePI/AAAAAAAAEV0/pBs3lhu1kVw/s1600-h/shreve_20091210_99_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789198104426738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkl5ncePI/AAAAAAAAEV0/pBs3lhu1kVw/s400/shreve_20091210_99_13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGklh5cpUI/AAAAAAAAEVs/2c79KXxALY0/s1600-h/ellie_20091210_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789191737484610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGklh5cpUI/AAAAAAAAEVs/2c79KXxALY0/s400/ellie_20091210_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, to make the day even more fun, Ellie and my mom came to school this afternoon to hear the primary grades give their Christmas concert.  Ellie loves to come visit, and I was lucky enough that Mom could bring her down this afternoon.  Here she is showing off her drawing she made on my whiteboard.  This girl loves to draw!  I hope it continues!  She takes after Uncle Kevin's art ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkldEH_-I/AAAAAAAAEVk/19gTZimL62I/s1600-h/ellie_20091210_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789190440091618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkldEH_-I/AAAAAAAAEVk/19gTZimL62I/s400/ellie_20091210_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A close up look.  Notice Santa????  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkk6Z0QMI/AAAAAAAAEVc/6AxPsqTlzwE/s1600-h/ellie_20091210_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789181135831234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkk6Z0QMI/AAAAAAAAEVc/6AxPsqTlzwE/s400/ellie_20091210_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a fun day for us all.  I feel lucky today.....and even a little more blessed than yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkkcx_sjI/AAAAAAAAEVU/KFwr6As0Vwk/s1600-h/ellie_20091210_99_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789173184180786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkkcx_sjI/AAAAAAAAEVU/KFwr6As0Vwk/s400/ellie_20091210_99_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And as we drew closer to the sitter's house to pick up Reid, I looked backwards, and found Ellie like this.  Poor thing!  She was so out of it....she didn't even mind being uncomfortable!  It was a very Merry day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-34548475951141468?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/34548475951141468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=34548475951141468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/34548475951141468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/34548475951141468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/proud.html' title='&quot;Proud&quot;'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGlRrcwFEI/AAAAAAAAEWE/Oe7-QNFSh_o/s72-c/shreve_20091210_99_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3716018417780910320</id><published>2009-12-05T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:28:07.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helper???</title><content type='html'>See my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;helper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; below.....she couldn't wait to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hel&lt;/em&gt;p&lt;/span&gt; me with the wrapping this year!!!! So, family members....watch out....this year's wrapping is EXTRA special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxrOVcb4nZI/AAAAAAAAEVM/6IsWMGziYWI/s1600-h/ellie_20091205_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411864770044796306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxrOVcb4nZI/AAAAAAAAEVM/6IsWMGziYWI/s400/ellie_20091205_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxrOVFBzdmI/AAAAAAAAEVE/NOJOl2D1ahA/s1600-h/ellie_20091205_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411864763761391202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxrOVFBzdmI/AAAAAAAAEVE/NOJOl2D1ahA/s400/ellie_20091205_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and I guess I should explain....we wrapped gifts in her room because Reid was sleeping and I didn't want to disturb him by wrapping in the guest room.  What an afternoon!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3716018417780910320?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3716018417780910320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3716018417780910320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3716018417780910320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3716018417780910320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/helper.html' title='Helper???'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxrOVcb4nZI/AAAAAAAAEVM/6IsWMGziYWI/s72-c/ellie_20091205_99.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-4623324866802774085</id><published>2009-11-29T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:46:34.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last one....</title><content type='html'>Ellie completed her first round of ballet classes last week.  She wants to sign up for the winter session, though.  She really loved her teacher and loved the time with 12 other little 4 and 5 year olds.  She LOVED wearing a leotard and tutu....that goes unsaid.  It was fun to watch her.  The classes were closed door....so we never could see as the classes progressed how the kids were doing.  On the last class, we were able to go and sit in on the hour long class, and see exactly how class worked.  It was too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrST1ntxI/AAAAAAAAEUs/c82LBq8uyhs/s1600/reid_20091121_99_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409504064732378898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrST1ntxI/AAAAAAAAEUs/c82LBq8uyhs/s400/reid_20091121_99_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie's ballet class....doing bar exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrR9wY1aI/AAAAAAAAEUk/QHaeHDWft5g/s1600/reid_20091121_99_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409504058804852130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrR9wY1aI/AAAAAAAAEUk/QHaeHDWft5g/s400/reid_20091121_99_10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My girl loves pink.....and obviously didn't get the memo....everyone else wore black!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrRnMKBPI/AAAAAAAAEUc/gQeVQg2elJY/s1600/reid_20091121_99_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409504052747306226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrRnMKBPI/AAAAAAAAEUc/gQeVQg2elJY/s400/reid_20091121_99_15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silly girl!  I love seeing her having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrRT4tFqI/AAAAAAAAEUU/_X9nJmukd34/s1600/reid_20091121_99_22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409504047565444770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrRT4tFqI/AAAAAAAAEUU/_X9nJmukd34/s400/reid_20091121_99_22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yippeeeee, Ellie!  We are proud of you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4623324866802774085?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4623324866802774085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4623324866802774085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4623324866802774085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4623324866802774085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-one.html' title='Last one....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrST1ntxI/AAAAAAAAEUs/c82LBq8uyhs/s72-c/reid_20091121_99_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6816975669502673666</id><published>2009-11-25T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:22:01.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful for so very much this year.....and to be simple and to the point....here is where my thankfulness begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sw3lNne9r0I/AAAAAAAAEUM/EI0Va1MUtIM/s1600/formula_20090703_99_21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408230749641748290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sw3lNne9r0I/AAAAAAAAEUM/EI0Va1MUtIM/s400/formula_20090703_99_21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am grateful for my family.  I am honored to be a wife to Brian and a mom to two amazing (yet, tiring) little creatures!  This Thanksgiving, I am so thankful to be with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sw3lNcakcPI/AAAAAAAAEUE/5teNUss0A7E/s1600/formula_20081115_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408230746670526706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sw3lNcakcPI/AAAAAAAAEUE/5teNUss0A7E/s400/formula_20081115_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what life is all about, right?  I am grateful that I have the opportunity to be thankful for so very much.  Happy Thanksgiving to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6816975669502673666?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6816975669502673666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6816975669502673666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6816975669502673666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6816975669502673666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankfulness.html' title='Thankfulness'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sw3lNne9r0I/AAAAAAAAEUM/EI0Va1MUtIM/s72-c/formula_20090703_99_21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-5452978244167950698</id><published>2009-11-10T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:54:39.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvoZSvxxPeI/AAAAAAAAET8/90Hve3ePrZk/s1600-h/ellie_20091107_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402658512837885410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvoZSvxxPeI/AAAAAAAAET8/90Hve3ePrZk/s400/ellie_20091107_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This isn't typical at your house?????  Hmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-5452978244167950698?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/5452978244167950698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=5452978244167950698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5452978244167950698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5452978244167950698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/11/really.html' title='Really?????'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvoZSvxxPeI/AAAAAAAAET8/90Hve3ePrZk/s72-c/ellie_20091107_99_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6532303470181936619</id><published>2009-11-08T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:33:16.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>We had family over for Reid's 2nd birthday party last night.  It was a great time and another day to be thankful for my wild and crazy 2 year old!!!!  Here are some of the highlights.  I took loads of pictures and have some video to post later...but here are the nuts and bolts of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnyS7vD2I/AAAAAAAAET0/imLGjJ-m4ZI/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401830023083528034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnyS7vD2I/AAAAAAAAET0/imLGjJ-m4ZI/s400/reid_20091107_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Mow Mow" cake....Reid's request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Svcnx_5KmfI/AAAAAAAAETs/AofLJTkyb5k/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401830017972476402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Svcnx_5KmfI/AAAAAAAAETs/AofLJTkyb5k/s400/reid_20091107_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singing happy birthday....oh, excuse me...."Hapa Daka!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnxuLfexI/AAAAAAAAETk/YoYYi_GeMDI/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401830013217504018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnxuLfexI/AAAAAAAAETk/YoYYi_GeMDI/s400/reid_20091107_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice the help from big sister.....I had to laugh.  I am sure Reid could have taken care of business himself....but big sister is always there to back him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnxUBg4nI/AAAAAAAAETc/KEi2Q4RxBxQ/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401830006196331122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnxUBg4nI/AAAAAAAAETc/KEi2Q4RxBxQ/s400/reid_20091107_99_8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake was a success!  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnxM7ynZI/AAAAAAAAETU/iR0NAyDxwjc/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401830004293279122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnxM7ynZI/AAAAAAAAETU/iR0NAyDxwjc/s400/reid_20091107_99_9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A real success....gotta get every last bit of that taken care of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmsdLbGDI/AAAAAAAAETM/T6ISp8Qifh4/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401828823242840114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmsdLbGDI/AAAAAAAAETM/T6ISp8Qifh4/s400/reid_20091107_99_10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He spent time figuring out how the bow was put together.  Seriously.  He is a thinker.  At this rate, it will take 12 days to get through Christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmsA264tI/AAAAAAAAETE/xC32IJSgMVo/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401828815640650450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmsA264tI/AAAAAAAAETE/xC32IJSgMVo/s400/reid_20091107_99_16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my cousin and Reid.  Getting into the unwrapping finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Svcmr9gJRfI/AAAAAAAAES8/6R4Kq4wI8rg/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401828814739817970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Svcmr9gJRfI/AAAAAAAAES8/6R4Kq4wI8rg/s400/reid_20091107_99_25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhhhh, the pinata.  This was Ellie's idea.  And it was great fun.  What a way to put the Halloween candy to use!  We just filled the pinata up and had a ball!  Note to self.....every year the Halloween candy can easily fill a pinata for ALL to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmrnwL7mI/AAAAAAAAES0/QHUU-yahXIc/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401828808901520994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmrnwL7mI/AAAAAAAAES0/QHUU-yahXIc/s400/reid_20091107_99_27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking it all in while Ellie was hitting the pinata with all she had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmrZkezMI/AAAAAAAAESs/lIdjoDG2rUk/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401828805094329538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmrZkezMI/AAAAAAAAESs/lIdjoDG2rUk/s400/reid_20091107_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOOK WHO IS HOME!!!!!!  Pap Pap is back from his 6 months away in PA with his other son.  Reid was soooooo glad to see him.  They were buddies for much of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclSoHkJhI/AAAAAAAAESk/Xok6iZaf9Uo/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401827279991219730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclSoHkJhI/AAAAAAAAESk/Xok6iZaf9Uo/s400/reid_20091107_99_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin, Coman, with Ellie.  Ellie loved her time with him.  My aunt and him live in Illinois....so time with them is precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclSdasTxI/AAAAAAAAESc/4PIyP8xAejo/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401827277118656274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclSdasTxI/AAAAAAAAESc/4PIyP8xAejo/s400/reid_20091107_99_22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Ellie.  It definitely was hard without Dad there.  But we were grateful for our time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclR9qX0YI/AAAAAAAAESU/uLRs16mieeo/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401827268594487682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclR9qX0YI/AAAAAAAAESU/uLRs16mieeo/s400/reid_20091107_99_29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma with Reid and one of his gifts from Aunt Diane.  A dry erase board.  He loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclRe3sybI/AAAAAAAAESM/wc9-cl2okRY/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401827260328888754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclRe3sybI/AAAAAAAAESM/wc9-cl2okRY/s400/reid_20091107_99_40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The night was coming to a close here.....tired eyes and time for a little reading together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclQ5SgdvI/AAAAAAAAESE/9r1ImaQAvhQ/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401827250240780018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclQ5SgdvI/AAAAAAAAESE/9r1ImaQAvhQ/s400/reid_20091107_99_17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little man is not so little anymore.  Had a great night with family.  Feel so bad that Pappy and Grandma did not get in the pictures....how did that happen????  Oops!  Loved our time together and feel blessed by the love around Reid.  Happy birthday big guy!   Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6532303470181936619?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6532303470181936619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6532303470181936619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6532303470181936619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6532303470181936619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/11/party-day.html' title='Party Day!!!!'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnyS7vD2I/AAAAAAAAET0/imLGjJ-m4ZI/s72-c/reid_20091107_99_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2942133964548155503</id><published>2009-11-04T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:53:38.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the birthday boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=9cc3856d102cfa936d4705" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=9cc3856d102cfa936d4705&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2942133964548155503?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2942133964548155503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2942133964548155503' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2942133964548155503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2942133964548155503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-about-birthday-boy.html' title='It&apos;s all about the birthday boy!'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2487676497229310865</id><published>2009-11-02T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:58:58.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, my sweet...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow (11-3) it's official......my baby will be turning 2.  In some ways, it seems like Reid has been here as long as Ellie has.  It truly does.  It's hard to remember a time when Brian and I didn't have kids.  And it's hard to remember a time when it was just the 3 of us.  It just seems that Reid has been with us all along.  But at the same time, 2 years???  My little one that has been down quite a long road is already 2???  Amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed by Reid's strength, courage, and absolute orneriness.  I am lucky to have the chance to be his mom.  I don't know if we are heading into the "terrible 2's" because I feel we have been there for about 8 months!!!!!  I am hoping that God will grant us a beautiful year together, and that those so called "terrible 2's" won't be so terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, my sweet.  Everyday you make me smile.  Everyday you make me proud.  Everyday you make me say "Time out" about 6 times too many.  Everyday you melt my heart.  I love you, Reid.  Happy 2nd birthday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;.......Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-Li8EHNZI/AAAAAAAAER8/WiGjzd6Ufgo/s1600-h/IMG_3507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399687910595704210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-Li8EHNZI/AAAAAAAAER8/WiGjzd6Ufgo/s400/IMG_3507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; November 2007- brand new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-Li52Y-BI/AAAAAAAAER0/eoGpb1ppBnM/s1600-h/formula_20081022_72.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399687910001276946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-Li52Y-BI/AAAAAAAAER0/eoGpb1ppBnM/s400/formula_20081022_72.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; November 2008- 1 year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-LiQYH9nI/AAAAAAAAERs/VwWAtlzfHU8/s1600-h/reid_20090928_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399687898868479602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-LiQYH9nI/AAAAAAAAERs/VwWAtlzfHU8/s400/reid_20090928_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; November 2009- 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2487676497229310865?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2487676497229310865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2487676497229310865' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2487676497229310865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2487676497229310865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-my-sweet.html' title='Happy Birthday, my sweet...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-Li8EHNZI/AAAAAAAAER8/WiGjzd6Ufgo/s72-c/IMG_3507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-4557213966008776006</id><published>2009-10-31T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:56:46.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October in Pictures</title><content type='html'>Hold on to your hats, folks....there are lots of pictures to share.  We have been doing well here as we daily adjust to the loss of Dad.  Ellie has lots of questions each day for us, but is really amazing us with her maturity through all this.  We have been keeping busy here and I just haven't taken the time to post.  So, this is just a mix of some of the fun we have been up to.  There isn't really any rhyme or reason to my pictures.....just showing off October in pictures!  Hope all your Halloween-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; was as fun as ours!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuznjebpMsI/AAAAAAAAERc/5SMwJUnD8cE/s1600-h/rental_20091031_99_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398944649960829634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuznjebpMsI/AAAAAAAAERc/5SMwJUnD8cE/s400/rental_20091031_99_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie (the horse) and 2 of her neighbor friends.  All are just a few months apart in age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuznjDS9V_I/AAAAAAAAERU/AXEpYoa_scY/s1600-h/rental_20091031_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398944642676643826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuznjDS9V_I/AAAAAAAAERU/AXEpYoa_scY/s400/rental_20091031_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and her buddy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ryne&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Suzni7KMyyI/AAAAAAAAERM/NZEoYY4BbV8/s1600-h/rental_20091031_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398944640492423970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Suzni7KMyyI/AAAAAAAAERM/NZEoYY4BbV8/s400/rental_20091031_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little "stinker" and my little horse......the tail ends!  This picture was Ellie's idea.  Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Suzniq7LMyI/AAAAAAAAERE/iU2XMkgBnww/s1600-h/rental_20091031_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398944636134437666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Suzniq7LMyI/AAAAAAAAERE/iU2XMkgBnww/s400/rental_20091031_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what Reid thought of his costume.  Brian promised him a "manly" costume next year.  I was just being economical...Ellie wore this last year!  Yeah, digest that sentence again.  Reid is almost 2......Ellie wore the costume when she was 4.  He is huge, my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzniUh4UHI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/-EffJ5S8eLM/s1600-h/rental_20091031_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398944630122762354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzniUh4UHI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/-EffJ5S8eLM/s400/rental_20091031_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lovies&lt;/span&gt; ready to fill up their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bags!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmMWvITdI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/LzlRg-OOjuE/s1600-h/rental_20091030_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398943153246457298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmMWvITdI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/LzlRg-OOjuE/s400/rental_20091030_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was warm enough on Friday for no coats!  It was beautiful, so we took advantage of some leaf jumping!  Ellie was happy to pose for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmMNTS1TI/AAAAAAAAEQs/D2O9aTQzcuY/s1600-h/rental_20091030_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398943150713787698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmMNTS1TI/AAAAAAAAEQs/D2O9aTQzcuY/s400/rental_20091030_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again......not shy around the camera as you can see.  Reid was nowhere to be found.  He was too busy "raking" for me to get any pictures of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmLo0dvoI/AAAAAAAAEQk/psWZ40BnZaM/s1600-h/rental_20091030_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398943140920802946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmLo0dvoI/AAAAAAAAEQk/psWZ40BnZaM/s400/rental_20091030_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There they are!!!!  Reid would just hysterically laugh in the leaves.  They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tickled&lt;/span&gt; his neck and he could not keep from cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmLQIJPPI/AAAAAAAAEQc/Fxs44sE6NTQ/s1600-h/rental_20091030_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398943134292458738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmLQIJPPI/AAAAAAAAEQc/Fxs44sE6NTQ/s400/rental_20091030_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A great day for a leaf pile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlM9hQ8hI/AAAAAAAAEQU/Ks9JpM5e68s/s1600-h/rental_20091027_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398942064145658386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlM9hQ8hI/AAAAAAAAEQU/Ks9JpM5e68s/s400/rental_20091027_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready to scoop the goop!!!!  Ellie is armed with a spoon and could not wait to get messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlMwt4lFI/AAAAAAAAEQM/DYh-SOoUkBY/s1600-h/rental_20091027_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398942060708926546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlMwt4lFI/AAAAAAAAEQM/DYh-SOoUkBY/s400/rental_20091027_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying the chance to make a mess and not get in trouble for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlMjm92kI/AAAAAAAAEQE/DXB0FqYEWng/s1600-h/rental_20091027_99_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398942057190251074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlMjm92kI/AAAAAAAAEQE/DXB0FqYEWng/s400/rental_20091027_99_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's not shy about anything!  Reid was watching from afar....he hated the feel of the pumpkin "goop".  Ellie loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlMNCIHXI/AAAAAAAAEP8/TcUOUd3wHgI/s1600-h/rental_20091027_99_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398942051130154354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlMNCIHXI/AAAAAAAAEP8/TcUOUd3wHgI/s400/rental_20091027_99_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Always making us smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlLoCMnyI/AAAAAAAAEP0/upTU92gxtew/s1600-h/rental_20091027_99_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398942041198337826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlLoCMnyI/AAAAAAAAEP0/upTU92gxtew/s400/rental_20091027_99_15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween and super October.  Here is to a great start to November!  Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4557213966008776006?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4557213966008776006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4557213966008776006' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4557213966008776006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4557213966008776006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-in-pictures.html' title='October in Pictures'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuznjebpMsI/AAAAAAAAERc/5SMwJUnD8cE/s72-c/rental_20091031_99_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6283430255790183316</id><published>2009-10-26T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:59:18.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Show on Earth...</title><content type='html'>Brian, Ellie, and myself went to Cleveland this past weekend to see the circus.  (thanks Mom for keeping Reid!).  We had a great time and the show was absolutely amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE3W8CICI/AAAAAAAAEPU/UnnPTv-rviU/s1600-h/rental_20091024_99_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397076921290989602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE3W8CICI/AAAAAAAAEPU/UnnPTv-rviU/s400/rental_20091024_99_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This proved we were there!  The pics I took from the inside came out horrible due to it being so dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE3Fh638I/AAAAAAAAEPM/ZvHWSDyt4rU/s1600-h/rental_20091024_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397076916618059714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE3Fh638I/AAAAAAAAEPM/ZvHWSDyt4rU/s400/rental_20091024_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Brian before the show.  She was so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE24ugWeI/AAAAAAAAEPE/gZObggm25B4/s1600-h/rental_20091024_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397076913181186530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE24ugWeI/AAAAAAAAEPE/gZObggm25B4/s400/rental_20091024_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and I....getting ready for the fun to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE2T3XwdI/AAAAAAAAEO8/V7ct37tEeps/s1600-h/rental_20091024_99_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397076903286260178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE2T3XwdI/AAAAAAAAEO8/V7ct37tEeps/s400/rental_20091024_99_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucky girl with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt;.  Usually I am not one to buy "stuff" to add to the "stuff" we already have.  Ellie LOVES stuffed animals, so when she saw this tiger...it was all over.  She decided to spend some of her money on it....and I pitched in some because she was such a delight to take.  Can't wait until Reid is old enough to enjoy a day out, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6283430255790183316?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6283430255790183316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6283430255790183316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6283430255790183316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6283430255790183316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/greatest-show-on-earth.html' title='Greatest Show on Earth...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE3W8CICI/AAAAAAAAEPU/UnnPTv-rviU/s72-c/rental_20091024_99_12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-5033384490099385889</id><published>2009-10-15T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:09:21.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember.....</title><content type='html'>Palate Repair- Oct. 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I vividly remember sitting and holding Reid before putting him to bed one year ago tonight.  I remember praying for the doctors, nurses, and medical staff who were going to be taking care of my not quite one year old son in their arms.  I remember wishing that it was me who would be going under for the 7 hour procedure instead of Reid.  I remember wondering if Reid's speech would greatly improve from the procedure and how quickly.  I remember tears falling down my cheeks in preparation of handing over my son for surgery.  I remember the gap that went from the very front of Reid's mouth to the very back.  I remember like it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEqq0A-EI/AAAAAAAAEN0/fim7HJza0g0/s1600-h/formula_20081012_36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392995316125464642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEqq0A-EI/AAAAAAAAEN0/fim7HJza0g0/s400/formula_20081012_36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was one year ago tonight.....but I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEqGij2eI/AAAAAAAAENs/inqHIbaNS8Y/s1600-h/formula_20081017_40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392995306388576738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEqGij2eI/AAAAAAAAENs/inqHIbaNS8Y/s400/formula_20081017_40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can you forget something like this????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEp-b7_nI/AAAAAAAAENk/I0O9rJrGcIE/s1600-h/formula_20081016_39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392995304213315186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEp-b7_nI/AAAAAAAAENk/I0O9rJrGcIE/s400/formula_20081016_39.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember spending hours trying to figure out how to get Reid in the crib without bumping his monitors or i.v. lines in an attempt to get him comfy so he could rest for a bit.  And every time I would get him cozy, I remember nurses having to wake him to take vitals.  I hate remembering that.  I so wanted you to be able to rest.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEpKzN7jI/AAAAAAAAENc/zbXsSzYG49c/s1600-h/formula_20081017_44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392995290352315954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEpKzN7jI/AAAAAAAAENc/zbXsSzYG49c/s400/formula_20081017_44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember that sweet face and praising God that another surgery was behind us.  I remember thinking that we surely have one of the top surgeons in the nation, and being so grateful that we were lead to him.  I remember so well......and will never forget.  One year ago tonight....and so grateful for the year of growth that we have seen.  Love you, my big guy.  We are so proud of you.....and are amazed by your strength daily.  I can't wait to see what this next year will bring.  I am sure, no matter what, it will prove to be a year to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-5033384490099385889?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/5033384490099385889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=5033384490099385889' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5033384490099385889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5033384490099385889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-remember.html' title='I remember.....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEqq0A-EI/AAAAAAAAEN0/fim7HJza0g0/s72-c/formula_20081012_36.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-1437524822836626109</id><published>2009-10-11T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:39:27.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=9ac7bb24dfc2a4767999c7" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=9ac7bb24dfc2a4767999c7&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=9ac7bb24dfc2a4767999c7&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/9ac7bb24dfc2a4767999c7/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make photo slide shows at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-1437524822836626109?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/1437524822836626109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=1437524822836626109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1437524822836626109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1437524822836626109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/singing-man.html' title='Singing Man'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-7377555486497195067</id><published>2009-10-11T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:05:02.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, all my Blogger friends, I love you so much!  The thoughts, prayers, support, and constant love for our family was felt and appreciated.  I feel like it is time to breathe again and get back slowly into the groove of life.  I haven't posted pictures lately, and I apologize to you all because I haven't visited your blogs in weeks.  I will catch up somehow!  I just thought that some pictures were due as well as a thank you for your love for our family during the loss of my dad.  We are all doing well and I sing the praises everyday that Ellie and Reid are around us to make us laugh, make us remember, and make us realize how lucky we all are to have each other.  Here are some random pictures to share.....can't wait to visit your blogs soon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4WmalzBI/AAAAAAAAENU/FMKy1ProBgQ/s1600-h/reid_20090928_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391433664836258834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4WmalzBI/AAAAAAAAENU/FMKy1ProBgQ/s400/reid_20090928_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta love striped p.j.'s!  I swear Reid has grown 2 inches in the last week!  All of a sudden he is just really getting tall!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4WMhX9lI/AAAAAAAAENM/JsXH90hdU14/s1600-h/reid_20091011_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391433657885390418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4WMhX9lI/AAAAAAAAENM/JsXH90hdU14/s400/reid_20091011_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken this morning before church.  At this particular moment Ellie was loving her brother.  This is not always the case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4Vj-4JCI/AAAAAAAAENE/k66Ar7VpoxU/s1600-h/reid_20090928_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391433647003280418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4Vj-4JCI/AAAAAAAAENE/k66Ar7VpoxU/s400/reid_20090928_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breaking out the hats because it was cold and windy last week!  I am so proud of Ellie.  She is a shining light to us all.  With that smile, how could she not be????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4VKnmRmI/AAAAAAAAEM8/KKP4WTzDC2Y/s1600-h/reid_20090928_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391433640194754146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4VKnmRmI/AAAAAAAAEM8/KKP4WTzDC2Y/s400/reid_20090928_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweetness on the right and downright orneriness on the left!!!!!  No denying that Grandpa's humor lives on in Reid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-7377555486497195067?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/7377555486497195067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=7377555486497195067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7377555486497195067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7377555486497195067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4WmalzBI/AAAAAAAAENU/FMKy1ProBgQ/s72-c/reid_20090928_99_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3088383349557624909</id><published>2009-10-08T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:55:19.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral Processional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Ss6JGGK6q6I/AAAAAAAAEM0/hBNHteuQX1U/s1600-h/Randy%27s+funeral++Sept.+30,+09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390396541837683618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Ss6JGGK6q6I/AAAAAAAAEM0/hBNHteuQX1U/s400/Randy%27s+funeral++Sept.+30,+09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Dad was smiling down on us, what do you think????  Can you tell my dad was a Corvette Man, and this was a tribute to him????  This is what lead us to the cemetary after his funeral on Monday.  His "baby" is the first one.  It's older than me, and taken care of as he would his own child!  Love and miss you Dad.....but I bet the view from heaven of this scene was pretty amazing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3088383349557624909?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3088383349557624909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3088383349557624909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3088383349557624909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3088383349557624909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/funeral-processional.html' title='Funeral Processional'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Ss6JGGK6q6I/AAAAAAAAEM0/hBNHteuQX1U/s72-c/Randy%27s+funeral++Sept.+30,+09+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-944422726742298391</id><published>2009-10-03T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:44:30.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Details...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Ssd9Hv1K-yI/AAAAAAAAEMs/_t4heq2CGy4/s1600-h/corvette0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388413051224128290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Ssd9Hv1K-yI/AAAAAAAAEMs/_t4heq2CGy4/s400/corvette0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrangements for Dad&lt;br /&gt;Calling hours 2-4 and 6-8 on Sunday at Cox Funeral Home&lt;br /&gt;1376 High Street (Rt. 94)&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;330-335-3311&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral on Monday&lt;br /&gt;11 am service (viewing one hour prior to service at church)&lt;br /&gt;First Christian Church&lt;br /&gt;116 East Boyer Street (and corner of High Street or Rt. 94)&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth, Ohio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-944422726742298391?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/944422726742298391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=944422726742298391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/944422726742298391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/944422726742298391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/details.html' title='Details...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Ssd9Hv1K-yI/AAAAAAAAEMs/_t4heq2CGy4/s72-c/corvette0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-1725399217753274988</id><published>2009-09-30T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:21:23.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel wings</title><content type='html'>My dad received his wings this afternoon.  I will post more later.  We love you all and thank you so very much for your love, prayers, and compassion for our family.  What a great gift you are to us.  We love you, and thank you endlessly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-1725399217753274988?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/1725399217753274988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=1725399217753274988' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1725399217753274988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1725399217753274988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/09/angel-wings.html' title='Angel wings'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8190878981270462136</id><published>2009-09-26T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:57:56.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sr6365NQrhI/AAAAAAAAEMk/0Fnr5vYHoAk/s1600-h/IMG_3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385944426798427666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sr6365NQrhI/AAAAAAAAEMk/0Fnr5vYHoAk/s400/IMG_3586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without saying this in so many words.....I will be direct. There is no easy way. There are no words to make this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. My dad is terminal. Period. There isn't anything more to do for him. We are devoting our time, love, attention, stories, laughs around his bedside and holding his hand at every opportunity we have. We are telling him how much we love him and showing him every second we can. No one knows how much time my dad has here with us....that is all in God's timing. I am not sad for dad. He is going to be one wonderful guardian angel for my kids. I know this. I just hate that my kids will not grow up knowing their grandpa. I am glad I have the pictures I do and the many stories to pass on to them. I am not mad at God. I do wonder why us, though. I am sure everyone in this position does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask for prayers. Prayers that Dad will remain comfortable. Prayers that Mom will be at peace. Prayers that my brother and I can sort through all this in our minds and accept the truth. Prayers that I will be able to explain this all to Ellie. Prayers that things work out how they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to. Prayers that I will stay strong for my mom.  Prayers that my plan does not get in the way of God's. Prayers that I can cherish each moment I have with my dad. Prayers that God will cover our family with grace. Prayers that we are able to show my dad how incredibly lucky we are to be able to call him our dad. Prayers.....Prayers......and more Prayers...... I will keep you updated. We love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8190878981270462136?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8190878981270462136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8190878981270462136' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8190878981270462136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8190878981270462136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/09/dad-update_26.html' title='Dad update'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sr6365NQrhI/AAAAAAAAEMk/0Fnr5vYHoAk/s72-c/IMG_3586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6278801274690561992</id><published>2009-09-23T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:37:15.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no such thing as too many prayers....</title><content type='html'>Dad is a very sick guy right now.  We covet your prayers.  He received 2 units of blood today.  His counts were very low today.  He is retaining fluid from his kidneys not working well and that is cause for concern, too.  We are glad he is "home" but frustrated by many things at the hospital where he is.  I just ask one thing of you..........please, just pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrrKCMtjW6I/AAAAAAAAEMM/kjt8MVQBWGc/s1600-h/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384838443595684770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrrKCMtjW6I/AAAAAAAAEMM/kjt8MVQBWGc/s400/photo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad in the ER after waiting for 13 hours (after flying home from Florida).  How he was awake, I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrrKCR00D_I/AAAAAAAAEMU/wSDUmElOJsQ/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384838444968316914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrrKCR00D_I/AAAAAAAAEMU/wSDUmElOJsQ/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad resting today......trying to get that bile out of his system through stents and get that yellow color to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6278801274690561992?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6278801274690561992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6278801274690561992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6278801274690561992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6278801274690561992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-no-such-thing-as-too-many.html' title='There&apos;s no such thing as too many prayers....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrrKCMtjW6I/AAAAAAAAEMM/kjt8MVQBWGc/s72-c/photo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-46378622658978644</id><published>2009-09-21T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:59:02.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome "HOME" Grandpa....</title><content type='html'>What a day it has been for my parents.  Dad was released from the hospital in Florida and was taken directly to the airport this morning.  He and Mom were able to get a direct flight home which was good news.  I think the physicians had him pretty drugged up for the ride home.  Wouldn't you know it.....the plane had malfunctions and had to land unexpectedly in Atlanta.  Mom and Dad had to get on another airplane and wait to get going again.  So, instead of landing at 1 something....it was 3:30.  A long day for someone who isn't feeling good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and Brian (and some other family friends) were there when the plane landed and greeted Dad.  Mom said he was quite emotional at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got my dad to the car and took him directly to the Cleveland Clinic ER.  That was before 5 pm.  Brian just called at it is almost 9 pm.  Dad is STILL in the waiting room sitting in a wheelchair.  He hasn't sat up for more than 15 min. at a time prior to today, and he has sat up most of the day today without food or pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.  Brian said he is not hungry and is extremely sleepy.  He is quite yellow in color and is just a sick guy.  *****NEWSFLASH*****  Brian just called.  Dad was just taken back to the ER where there is at least a bed for him to lie down in.  Time check....8:55 pm.  I have no idea how long he will be in the ER before he gets admitted...but I pray it's not too long.  They meet with a surgeon tomorrow morning.  At least, that is the plan for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for your prayers.  My dad has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;defibulator&lt;/span&gt; and so he can not undergo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MRI's&lt;/span&gt;.  The doctors truly don't know what they will find until they "open him up" for his surgery.  I pray for good things....for peace for my dad and mom, for continued faith for our family, for understanding for my children, for answers from the doctors, for healing from God.  If you have some time....we covet your prayers.  So sorry I have not been able to catch up on so many of my friends' blogs.  One day things will slow down.  For now, we are in a little bubble trying to figure things out.  We love you all....and thank you for your unending support.  .....until next time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrgdWEhWABI/AAAAAAAAEME/170POPt11-Q/s1600-h/formula_20090504_99_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384085619529351186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrgdWEhWABI/AAAAAAAAEME/170POPt11-Q/s400/formula_20090504_99_9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid and Grandpa....summer 09.  My dad loves this little boy to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrgdVmLYmgI/AAAAAAAAEL8/R_nfVNwKhWg/s1600-h/114_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384085611384183298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrgdVmLYmgI/AAAAAAAAEL8/R_nfVNwKhWg/s400/114_1494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A favorite of mine.....Ellie and Grandpa....summer 2005.  Dad was just finishing up his first round of treatments in this picture....and we were celebrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-46378622658978644?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/46378622658978644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=46378622658978644' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/46378622658978644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/46378622658978644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-home-grandpa.html' title='Welcome &quot;HOME&quot; Grandpa....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuT5iCxSloI/AAAAAAAAEOc/4jTEu2yA-14/S220/reid_20090928_99.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrgdWEhWABI/AAAAAAAAEME/170POPt11-Q/s72-c/formula_20090504_99_9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-7439118164539170132</id><published>2009-09-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:27:19.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Grandpa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrWD6xIQGqI/AAAAAAAAEL0/-WRohDsBQVY/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383353975234894498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrWD6xIQGqI/AAAAAAAAEL0/-WRohDsBQVY/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother is "home" from Kentucky because he was going to surprise Dad by picking Mom and him up at the airport today.  That didn't happen because Dad is back in the hospital in Florida.  I had flowers sent to their house here in Ohio that would be waiting on the table for Dad when he arrived
