tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50422385966131006932024-03-05T17:40:54.178-08:00The Ford FamilyFord Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-31640935634734028652011-08-25T20:45:00.000-07:002011-08-25T21:00:03.858-07:00<div align="center">"Happy Birthday to me, I turned 33! Good thing there's an App, to remind me of that"!</div>
<br /><div align="center">In case you didn't get that, you are suppose to sing it to the tune of "Happy Birthday". I really did forget how old I was. A couple of days ago Mike was asking me how old I was turning? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hmmm</span>. I'm not sure? After <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">several</span> attempts at the math, which never works out right in my head anyway, Mike said "I bet there's an App for that". He was right. Now I will always be able to tell you how old I really am. Not that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> going to though!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CSegt70Z6FxI4F9xpK8lPRoXgJOxMdiSdIJbgx5eoKmSJpWImU4rEB7Ih_E4CDJEP8d0euIvwXZCtXVvIAP37oH-Sg7-kokhkVyZbG61zzeE2YPWUcdOCmA0Whi4OGFkTTuhgLl1OHM/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645006121955741730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CSegt70Z6FxI4F9xpK8lPRoXgJOxMdiSdIJbgx5eoKmSJpWImU4rEB7Ih_E4CDJEP8d0euIvwXZCtXVvIAP37oH-Sg7-kokhkVyZbG61zzeE2YPWUcdOCmA0Whi4OGFkTTuhgLl1OHM/s400/IMG_0228.JPG" /></a>I find the older I get, the more anticipation I have for my own Birthday. I was honestly excited to celebrate my Birthday this year. I think it's because <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> a Mom. My needs usually come after everyone else. In a family with six kids, there usually isn't anything leftover. So, it's nice for a day, even if it is just one, to splurge and pamper myself. This year, a friend treated me to a pedicure, and I treated myself to an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">eyebrow</span> wax. Bye-bye <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">uni brow</span>!
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<br />Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-24543642342995196012011-08-24T15:03:00.000-07:002011-08-24T15:56:42.719-07:00Too Cool, New Beginings, and a Bonk on the Head<div align="center">Too cool for school, or at least pictures anyway. I promised not to follow Ethan all the way to school and embarrass him on his first day, if he would allow me just one simple photo in the front yard. He agreed. I don't know if he really had any other choice though! I seriously can't believe he is in the 7<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade. I think the reason this is so strange to me, is because this is when you really start to remember life. The choices he makes, the friends he will meet, will more than likely last a lifetime. Some of my best and worst memories all occurred within the walls of Mueller Park Junior High School in Bountiful Utah. I hope in Ethan's case, there will be more good memories to be had than the bad ones. Either way, no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to keep this kid from growing up on me. Oh, and BTW, he now wears a larger shoe size than I do.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3d3Cfcf9SNLhm-splexeWckvLcBIGSfPbyutVc3apJqPCMf3RV7lnnz2qRkcgrl4vJLeL8Du2m2vo5IRgCfOfbBZobGjpLU5wBvLbdF1muybE58OeCNpAs6rjOGz6-d_d0UmSd5XawA/s1600/sara+iphone+pics2+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644547615623515394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3d3Cfcf9SNLhm-splexeWckvLcBIGSfPbyutVc3apJqPCMf3RV7lnnz2qRkcgrl4vJLeL8Du2m2vo5IRgCfOfbBZobGjpLU5wBvLbdF1muybE58OeCNpAs6rjOGz6-d_d0UmSd5XawA/s400/sara+iphone+pics2+001.JPG" /></a> Little Miss Sassy Pants started preschool this year. She was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">soooo</span> excited for her first day! The only downfall is that she attends in the afternoon. So <strong>all </strong>I hear Monday, Wednesday and Friday is "When is it time for school?".
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2t48uBOfMOpFlhDs6AdcWfMmFKJtucVhgK_VdfKebo307dQXTUiM1bBf-AaiUjOLAIU_dP8NT8MAgNXFNnO9Y99p5hPJ1oaLEIcQorNewWWbhjYi124mn6WXPg8yYXc2JF7Dh9UmPhjw/s1600/sara+iphone+pics2+032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644547607378167538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2t48uBOfMOpFlhDs6AdcWfMmFKJtucVhgK_VdfKebo307dQXTUiM1bBf-AaiUjOLAIU_dP8NT8MAgNXFNnO9Y99p5hPJ1oaLEIcQorNewWWbhjYi124mn6WXPg8yYXc2JF7Dh9UmPhjw/s400/sara+iphone+pics2+032.JPG" /></a> We started at a new preschool this year. I have heard great things about their program, and it's always nice to have a change. We had to attend an orientation on the first day. There was one mom in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">particular</span>, obviously a regular, who felt the need to continually <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">interrupt</span> with her own explanation of the program procedures. And when she wasn't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">interrupting</span>, she would be vigorously shaking her head in agreement to whatever was being said. It was super annoying and ultra distracting. I found myself paying more attention to her, waiting for what her next overly dramatic response would be, rather than listening to what may have been <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">imperative</span> information regarding my daughters education. I doubt it, but still. And in case you were wondering, yes, her kid is in the same class as mine. Should be an interesting year.
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwUs_JommSOm-ejwtm5PDd8i4QLTqPUeTw5u8S0q0DRZ8j5MCw-9RBnMFlEz04hdJxkzfDJ7xQE5G8SwuH5nUmFTtdA7CISYyAfCYOK9C-lVdDbbw7DmZbhwRw4yprL2iceWJ4xFRU73g/s1600/sara+iphone+pics2+033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644547599038890226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwUs_JommSOm-ejwtm5PDd8i4QLTqPUeTw5u8S0q0DRZ8j5MCw-9RBnMFlEz04hdJxkzfDJ7xQE5G8SwuH5nUmFTtdA7CISYyAfCYOK9C-lVdDbbw7DmZbhwRw4yprL2iceWJ4xFRU73g/s400/sara+iphone+pics2+033.JPG" /></a> Gabrielle was so fascinated with the fact that her name was everywhere. On the board, on her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">cubby</span>, in the classroom, even the hook to hang her backpack. Amazing!
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghTTb_HKPtBMvlMkAjOx4tmxbDqRs2y1q72UxC5esE6xFBJsw7uCIH5brF9b2okPQQGjhuOz7pUNpuKhRN_JmgfNCNQ4OPzYD0OAAPuiixeOi7svKwAaw1PaWBmiLLkNWS0uPnZR-sNVs/s1600/sara+iphone+pics2+036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644547590880062066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghTTb_HKPtBMvlMkAjOx4tmxbDqRs2y1q72UxC5esE6xFBJsw7uCIH5brF9b2okPQQGjhuOz7pUNpuKhRN_JmgfNCNQ4OPzYD0OAAPuiixeOi7svKwAaw1PaWBmiLLkNWS0uPnZR-sNVs/s400/sara+iphone+pics2+036.JPG" /></a>And what blog post of mine would be complete without a documented injury? This was the result of a big sister, we won't name which one, who tried to push Brady in the stroller down the front porch stairs. The worst part is that I wasn't home. Gasp! I guess my twelve year old needs a few more babysitting lessons. Oh heck, this could have just as easily happened even when I was home. No permanent <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">damage,</span> and another lesson learned... strollers can flip over and babies can land on their heads.
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<br />Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-41937216279691295552011-08-09T19:26:00.000-07:002011-08-09T20:17:43.334-07:00Happy Birthday Brady!<p align="center">Today our "Little Monster" turned one!
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<br />I can't imagine our family without him.
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<br />We sure love you.
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<br />Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-7375259590703585052011-08-09T13:21:00.000-07:002011-08-09T19:22:17.208-07:00Back 2 School<div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">It's</span> been a great summer!</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Oh, let's be honest. It was a little too long and drawn out. </div>
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<br /><div align="center">I live for this day.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Don't get me wrong. I love my children, and I love <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">their</span> company.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">But even <em>they</em> are ready to go back after a few weeks of Summer.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Who wouldn't? New shoes, clothes, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occasionally</span> (this year) backpacks. </div>
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<br /><div align="center">It really is Christmas in July.</div>
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<br /><p align="center">Isabella-1st Grade<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638957882044624690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3OAcgz0oLA6LdTcBpxfiZEnSW1yyWeHIzq2UeIttipbOT-MLEpKWb1xt6MHOyqSE_uieL9d-bROy1j7CoHDdtBdCFvhXJHwyCbTYWyi5ASyLpuWvf2ryy7YMGlKAgd_T91pymBldq_w/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" />Madison-3rd Grade
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<br /></div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-42043493277721989242011-06-02T12:05:00.000-07:002011-06-02T12:24:38.162-07:00Deductible Met<div align="center">Last Week our little guy was sick.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-A6K2RgRkiswu-hGjH7hyt9Jb20Yc896ILCgUd5SKsCjuBNK2Kru10zmURr9hvbAVsPiBfsMsM_D56hV2U7hxTKvAYHL6Zrli0PbWR93xpBq-NWkhJ1JILwoi3pnWMCZHSO8s0mpoNA/s1600/P5252649.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613701788030633714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-A6K2RgRkiswu-hGjH7hyt9Jb20Yc896ILCgUd5SKsCjuBNK2Kru10zmURr9hvbAVsPiBfsMsM_D56hV2U7hxTKvAYHL6Zrli0PbWR93xpBq-NWkhJ1JILwoi3pnWMCZHSO8s0mpoNA/s400/P5252649.JPG" /></a> He had RSV and had to stay in the hospital for two days.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613701779964653010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCnhpLXnY7n_o4I9FYYNIqYBuPTqqdTRqHdcQ8UPbutHvrZvzX4LUOXEPSzbZebz5EDOH-GeEAJbVWYY7WPTpUAbXAqPClhhDKUhYAOr8C86yPkcF17YMjn4AHO-WTD-hWZnNa3TmvxbY/s400/P5252653.JPG" />It was scary to see him struggling to breath.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLVk2gdb-5vt87gsTa0bhAWMgD154LI4mqELJNNlwJJXifJnxvEnkQJlaUVPz0dBsTONNjGuI0nDCKP2Q8484DlWTycgEOXYgPh0tpeQU7ZQ31tTfHTF-59TKBd3wjTLdCrIuFk8JzoKU/s1600/P5252644.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613701774740162642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLVk2gdb-5vt87gsTa0bhAWMgD154LI4mqELJNNlwJJXifJnxvEnkQJlaUVPz0dBsTONNjGuI0nDCKP2Q8484DlWTycgEOXYgPh0tpeQU7ZQ31tTfHTF-59TKBd3wjTLdCrIuFk8JzoKU/s400/P5252644.JPG" /></a> Things got much better once they gave him oxygen.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pmbvwY5JyQO1or5JZITQ0vArTWQ4vZMI3iPV56-r7CJaD6fD4vYvEbqKfKPDwedj0YvLxbHfF1wo0IHN790VLOYd_46MmpnlWWN1CjMUhqCqFNvzYP1HTeixv-8xilekASADy0WQ7jc/s1600/P5252647.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613701771656533890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pmbvwY5JyQO1or5JZITQ0vArTWQ4vZMI3iPV56-r7CJaD6fD4vYvEbqKfKPDwedj0YvLxbHfF1wo0IHN790VLOYd_46MmpnlWWN1CjMUhqCqFNvzYP1HTeixv-8xilekASADy0WQ7jc/s400/P5252647.JPG" /></a>Despite feeling crumby, he was still such a happy little nugget. </div><br /><br /><div>The nurses nicknamed him "The Faker". </div><br /><br /><div>We are happy to have Brady back home. Still not 100%, but at least he can breath!<br />And now, so can I.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-33398644877084657432011-05-11T17:41:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:23:13.360-07:00Just a taste...<span style="font-size:180%;">Easter...<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVtbg2MZgoNj5soap0p0Z1QjOqhwpHzvABosvitOZP-0rNpJ9dEv0PTYfAUgxJhETjgyTxGX4JJf9XZLFfjmiK1rnNwlSf0RVMy0ldSHSK3LKIhcAVgqDDyet3ZTQCri69zviHmoHIjY/s1600/P4232588.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605623134811140434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVtbg2MZgoNj5soap0p0Z1QjOqhwpHzvABosvitOZP-0rNpJ9dEv0PTYfAUgxJhETjgyTxGX4JJf9XZLFfjmiK1rnNwlSf0RVMy0ldSHSK3LKIhcAVgqDDyet3ZTQCri69zviHmoHIjY/s400/P4232588.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> Goat(s)...</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwamPL6Fem1W4taVDl6qwO2BLtNQyoLElUulS2fzt-ftCORG5PYaeQsHSxTMYZTQriM7q6gJ9Nmdml4FgLWZAtBAAvq9aVTRX3-OJ0itx8pdzd71QErGYa8DocAQM2BYaz-sEgwmQofs/s1600/P4052554.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605623129614138114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwamPL6Fem1W4taVDl6qwO2BLtNQyoLElUulS2fzt-ftCORG5PYaeQsHSxTMYZTQriM7q6gJ9Nmdml4FgLWZAtBAAvq9aVTRX3-OJ0itx8pdzd71QErGYa8DocAQM2BYaz-sEgwmQofs/s400/P4052554.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Dress-Up...</span><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gbFh58C2f6F_p31nmXPqOlW2g_BnYZzHcMbRw_UxK9NDd3wTM8VzgDlj1hjRtIIe-cuMS0b0DlQArn3xxiPw_w1aRj7zLNUygc8MaM3i1uT3rmaSdflviW8fubMKcI9nTJbBlynjJnU/s1600/P4042545.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605623130528322578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gbFh58C2f6F_p31nmXPqOlW2g_BnYZzHcMbRw_UxK9NDd3wTM8VzgDlj1hjRtIIe-cuMS0b0DlQArn3xxiPw_w1aRj7zLNUygc8MaM3i1uT3rmaSdflviW8fubMKcI9nTJbBlynjJnU/s400/P4042545.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">The new maid...</span><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07ypS9ryi8uM48s22fZDpL2uDPL1BbsauoVoX0D6YikX9QpgQ95sNFrVvgveoJYSX7dezn2GAZaU3vq4E1lEHHxqKw6EfumqghFxjBeeZOcA-Ih2shKlagc38GFwkapauuoXks5PczEM/s1600/P1052468.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605623121058811634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07ypS9ryi8uM48s22fZDpL2uDPL1BbsauoVoX0D6YikX9QpgQ95sNFrVvgveoJYSX7dezn2GAZaU3vq4E1lEHHxqKw6EfumqghFxjBeeZOcA-Ih2shKlagc38GFwkapauuoXks5PczEM/s400/P1052468.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Go ahead, ask...if you dare!<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-50837947518660807562011-04-01T18:43:00.000-07:002011-04-01T19:28:49.998-07:00April Fool...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kWwn6fReIyc0ZdoqLBfPqSFn2L7N-qcVOTVU1v4gf2lEVL-9MkvK6m3TT0ELQcnNBxvLYCm3YDLVL6zhtX9NXfQxBvcJIh4vht3IIlssH-7s0QviRdlDpeHM0HZ6lYTmVEs-WqU7hyI/s1600/P8062213.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590807436423962770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kWwn6fReIyc0ZdoqLBfPqSFn2L7N-qcVOTVU1v4gf2lEVL-9MkvK6m3TT0ELQcnNBxvLYCm3YDLVL6zhtX9NXfQxBvcJIh4vht3IIlssH-7s0QviRdlDpeHM0HZ6lYTmVEs-WqU7hyI/s400/P8062213.JPG" /></a> <br /><div align="center">Ethan</div><br /><div align="center">I love this kid.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">He reminds me not to take life <em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">too</span></em> seriously.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">It was one of those mornings. Woke up with my list of "things to do", a long list at that. Rolled out of bed, threw some clothes on, began my day. Headed toward the kitchen to fetch myself some breakfast. I look up at the clock. It reads 10:30am. NO! It can't be. Look at another clock. Same result. Did I really sleep until 10:30am? CRAP! I am soooo behind. Grab the laptop and login. Hmmm. Suspicious. Lower right hand clock on the Sony Vaio reads 8:30am. </div><br /><div align="left">Meanwhile, Ethan still slumbers in his bed upstairs. I hear footsteps approaching from the basement, it's Mike..."I know, he got me too. I thought I missed my morning meeting". We both couldn't help but laugh. It didn't even occur to me that it was April 1st. Good thing I have an eleven year old that will never let me forget.</div><br /><div align="left"></div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-66358227692139262052011-03-27T16:43:00.000-07:002011-03-27T17:05:12.611-07:00Yep, Still Alive!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3SNB0izfNhFzBe0411WMcphzPsej8F86wfKOxT-8HXhn-pxNFmfAui-f-hNqzYjR3e-nBYzH49885Sw1Xep_XelxIeZfH4AQ8SX-E9dEv6AT90ILyedQTEcH4IgbaifYCYTgZfU5DLE/s1600/P3032501.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588911767309662594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3SNB0izfNhFzBe0411WMcphzPsej8F86wfKOxT-8HXhn-pxNFmfAui-f-hNqzYjR3e-nBYzH49885Sw1Xep_XelxIeZfH4AQ8SX-E9dEv6AT90ILyedQTEcH4IgbaifYCYTgZfU5DLE/s400/P3032501.JPG" /></a> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Enough already. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I know. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I get it. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#666666;">So, I haven't blogged in a <em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">really long</span></em> time. You know it's been a while when your blog is at the bottom of all your friends sidebars. Like, <em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">the very bottom</span>.</span></em></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;">Sad thing is, I don't really have much to say. Just thought I would post a cute pic of my little nugget. Brady actually <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">doesn't</span> resemble any part of a nugget anymore, more like a small fry.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hmmm</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> hungry.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;">More in another seven months.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;">Or not?</span></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></em></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div></div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-52299892817893972752010-08-29T17:10:00.000-07:002010-08-29T17:14:46.528-07:00Eat, Sleep, Poop...Repeat.<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhopCnaBv37QOcS8WOiIYIBYhEXPvB73EBGRYvm9rPLxKVgwXK_KU6N9h8AC_G82glPa5VENlq4sbm_9SIo4YtgDmm7iIuPelVdXZrkwBXCh0ItT_Zkm9gUCue20kLkxVihnJ3lnXqduIc/s1600/054.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510988905403906162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhopCnaBv37QOcS8WOiIYIBYhEXPvB73EBGRYvm9rPLxKVgwXK_KU6N9h8AC_G82glPa5VENlq4sbm_9SIo4YtgDmm7iIuPelVdXZrkwBXCh0ItT_Zkm9gUCue20kLkxVihnJ3lnXqduIc/s400/054.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Eat, sleep, poop, repeat.<br />That pretty much sums up my last three weeks.<br />I forgot how time consuming babies are.<br />I forgot that no matter how much I plan ahead, I will always be late.<br />It's now Brady's schedule, not mine.<br />But, I love it.<br />I love to snuggle with him, smell him.<br />I remember how fast time goes by.<br />I have learned to cherish these times.<br />Yes, even the sleepless nights and dirty diapers.<br />I am content. Happy and content.<br />So is he.<br /></span></div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-73776007321331617102010-07-27T17:35:00.000-07:002010-07-27T18:30:58.877-07:00"When are you due?"I am thinking of starting my own maternity wear business. Perhaps a T-shirt line with quotes like <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><em>"My due date is ___, so don't ask"</em></span> or how about <span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><em>"if I don't know you, don't tell me about your birthing experiences"! </em></span><br /><br />For some reason, I have been<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#cc9933;"><em>bombarded</em></span></span> this pregnancy by random <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>strangers</em></span> who feel obligated in some way to give me<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">"advice"</span></em></span> or go into explicit detail of their own special deliveries. At first, I was <span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#006600;">flattered</span></em> </span>that I could still be mistaken for a first-time mom to be. But, it's starting to get a little <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><em><span style="color:#999900;">creepy.</span></em></span> </span><br /><br />Tonight while grocery shopping, an overweight, middle-aged, greasy woman, felt so inclined to share her delivery experience with me. I tried to be polite. <span style="color:#663300;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">It didn't work</span></em></span>. I was at the other end of the cereal isle before she even realized I had started to walk away! She took a few quick, sharp turns to avoid the oatmeal and syrup display, and was soon back at my side to continue her story. By the time we reached the milk case,<span style="font-size:180%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#999900;"><em>vomit</em></span> </span>had already started to climb the back of my throat. Saved by the fresh aroma of oranges, I quickly proceeded to the checkout stand to get as far away from this woman as possible.<br /><br />I just <em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">don't get it?</span></em> I don't go shopping in hopes that a seasoned woman will be there to <span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"><em>"enlighten"</em></span> me on this aspect of life. If I really want details about other women and their <em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">disgusting deliveries</span></em>...I will turn the T.V. on and watch TLC!Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-55615409574462815092010-07-18T14:31:00.000-07:002010-07-18T14:55:40.714-07:00Happy Birthday Ethan!<div align="center">For Ethan's birthday this year, he decided he was old enough to go visit family in Utah. So for his "official" birthday yesterday, he wasn't home (sniff, sniff), but we were able to have a party for him before he left town.</div><div align="center">Ethan really wanted to go to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Chatfield</span> to go boating for his party. He invited a couple friends for a sleepover the night before, then we headed to the lake in the morning.</div><div align="center">If only everyday at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Chatfield</span> could be like this one. So calm, great weather, nice water, hardly any other boaters...Perfect! Mike had me convinced this is why we own a boat.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlCMN0VdeLUOiT_bztZOtpNbWpFZK0UYTCDam6PnJ53gLjrgs0eKQdTPkNsn2d4X66Hd7btD4nXkDkbfaWU25_Qu6N1Z7i4qvMer4tW5AH7nJt1IZGTttggv9EQbY33R8Eq1A7wIge-g/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495365230835962194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlCMN0VdeLUOiT_bztZOtpNbWpFZK0UYTCDam6PnJ53gLjrgs0eKQdTPkNsn2d4X66Hd7btD4nXkDkbfaWU25_Qu6N1Z7i4qvMer4tW5AH7nJt1IZGTttggv9EQbY33R8Eq1A7wIge-g/s400/043.JPG" /></a> Ethan, Zach, and Trey.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpAoNAkpTUfq475LM0ffFet1tpsUCdjtS04H0fqFPh1O-7kuOAyQj6BokLfR1fL7w98IHQd76Or-1gjaOaTfvANnn49Cd9EZbUp1KWiqtciFFnSQNQKCSJfVSJLE57HS_6QC_6FtgYQ8/s1600/041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495365237546081458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpAoNAkpTUfq475LM0ffFet1tpsUCdjtS04H0fqFPh1O-7kuOAyQj6BokLfR1fL7w98IHQd76Or-1gjaOaTfvANnn49Cd9EZbUp1KWiqtciFFnSQNQKCSJfVSJLE57HS_6QC_6FtgYQ8/s400/041.JPG" /></a> It was a great day to celebrate turning 11. </div><div align="center">We miss Ethan and cant wait for him to get home!</div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-85599755596507839782010-07-16T19:36:00.000-07:002010-07-16T19:42:41.358-07:0037 Weeks!<div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This one's for you Korie!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3__K9E2flMFxdDS3oKTjbdQP3YnHOJES6vJnYaVxUShdom2-SkShyb3bzQxRqPjcC6x5XpieJg9tgaWgoawFyBwxCMUbUdmjltkpdLNmjP1Z6BpfxdVrorBVnqHOmv4RaJO6cPzcFeg/s1600/Isabellas+birthday+008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494699162646142738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3__K9E2flMFxdDS3oKTjbdQP3YnHOJES6vJnYaVxUShdom2-SkShyb3bzQxRqPjcC6x5XpieJg9tgaWgoawFyBwxCMUbUdmjltkpdLNmjP1Z6BpfxdVrorBVnqHOmv4RaJO6cPzcFeg/s400/Isabellas+birthday+008.JPG" /></a>I swore I would never do this, but words can't describe how I am feeling right now. A picture says a thousand words though, right? </div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-43789023996732337242010-07-15T18:10:00.000-07:002010-07-15T19:01:14.002-07:00Happy Birthday Bells!<div align="center">There is no doubt that Isabella was a welcome addition to our family. Although Ethan told everyone at school she was a boy, the two of them have had a special bond from the beginning. Since the day we brought her home from the hospital, she has added a certain love for life and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">everything</span> in it. I can't imagine our family without this cute girl.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEyY7ei6C3qTZJWDPHi3hl2urAh2TmzyrlCy6164GpGC015JdFGc6H2tbazPp5_DTvFr-KpL7EoAGbrR30Vv9TBlwVMeFqG6siqdH20wMAVWD9QtoyazMGhu5fI6GOHbUCaTrHciopRc/s1600/DVC00128.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494312050071063170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEyY7ei6C3qTZJWDPHi3hl2urAh2TmzyrlCy6164GpGC015JdFGc6H2tbazPp5_DTvFr-KpL7EoAGbrR30Vv9TBlwVMeFqG6siqdH20wMAVWD9QtoyazMGhu5fI6GOHbUCaTrHciopRc/s400/DVC00128.JPG" /></a> This was the day we brought Isabella home from the hospital. It was also moving day. And yes, there <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wasn't</span> even enough time or energy to dress the kids. But let's be honest, Ethan usually spent most of the day in his underwear anyway!</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd7cFv-IDMW5MqjH1PJaPKCy040xdZnumnPlpLooJLfHqdQm8rCfC1_8WOtcrzQLo8SkNJCxQF3T3HWTkHz6J6lTQ4ZeHkPhONGIBQrP1x49USAZd_ka68D32c7D4m_1zRrsL6VLNhyY4/s1600/DSC_0155.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494312048966036274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd7cFv-IDMW5MqjH1PJaPKCy040xdZnumnPlpLooJLfHqdQm8rCfC1_8WOtcrzQLo8SkNJCxQF3T3HWTkHz6J6lTQ4ZeHkPhONGIBQrP1x49USAZd_ka68D32c7D4m_1zRrsL6VLNhyY4/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" /></a> I love it! This was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Bella's</span> first time to Lake Powell. So content with her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">capri</span> sun, she spent hours just playing in the sand. The hair is just an added bonus!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyRtEbg_WB_HSOSowALbjjMUiYk7If01_yKM-gkTQtyp70rTFamd5_LJoEFsqbJwtYJGhfttgTpvpe1CW-bX-u_UVpK8wg0xsZX7tWiM5QiBNoB5_YM-obBdxj9WRWmVCdE0e1xd7QNB8/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494312037116699138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyRtEbg_WB_HSOSowALbjjMUiYk7If01_yKM-gkTQtyp70rTFamd5_LJoEFsqbJwtYJGhfttgTpvpe1CW-bX-u_UVpK8wg0xsZX7tWiM5QiBNoB5_YM-obBdxj9WRWmVCdE0e1xd7QNB8/s400/009.JPG" /></a> Her Uncle Brett use to say she has more personality than our family combined!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEOwQ71qQUHow3QzW_q7a1SXkKIfXn4toPzpupRdpM0Yd3Jdbi7D1DtBH8W0gQmC0Y8smhqXGZx-Qj0coMW1O0ql6rdowxNvBE15IYPcqtn3k5W0kZiZOe135CVHjGuGwVZjO6SxCIgM/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494312029784143506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEOwQ71qQUHow3QzW_q7a1SXkKIfXn4toPzpupRdpM0Yd3Jdbi7D1DtBH8W0gQmC0Y8smhqXGZx-Qj0coMW1O0ql6rdowxNvBE15IYPcqtn3k5W0kZiZOe135CVHjGuGwVZjO6SxCIgM/s400/010.JPG" /></a> I don't know where the last five years have gone? We are proud parents of a preschool graduate and are excited to see what the future holds for our sweet girl. Here's to a Happy 5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> Birthday and many more to come!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-31394730275403102682010-07-04T13:10:00.001-07:002010-07-04T14:23:22.770-07:00BELOVED<div align="center">Have you ever seen Mike's car? I refer to it only as "Mike's car", because I have nothing more to do with it after the events of yesterday. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Let me just start by taking a moment to highlight some of my favorite things about the beloved 1992 vintage <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Acura</span> Vigor....<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzGIeoO1w5ADUK1HQRAzhBYzc_zYnBaloYN4hztsodghYh0glWyIfbIbb7mV6k4CRDtFAwmgL_aQ0ENT-hTOKthZL-_01T4hWJDvqRdXc8r_ZO4vk7qXAT5bi3al-Bc3Tnyzh4Gk_hKK8/s1600/059.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490146250437419154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzGIeoO1w5ADUK1HQRAzhBYzc_zYnBaloYN4hztsodghYh0glWyIfbIbb7mV6k4CRDtFAwmgL_aQ0ENT-hTOKthZL-_01T4hWJDvqRdXc8r_ZO4vk7qXAT5bi3al-Bc3Tnyzh4Gk_hKK8/s400/059.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>Not too bad from the outside...right?</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5d51dtl89M5LoWVzjZCA81bopfR7f8p5lORDuHUdO3KsGiOavu37IUVvkoX_pw8KlbMrUaYOUOLdVr3uw8MrU7Hw0URkGd7nAt9kabj4cAm-C-d4y57q7pPC0Ep3moLDcKo-AVLSJyqY/s1600/057.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490146239063082594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5d51dtl89M5LoWVzjZCA81bopfR7f8p5lORDuHUdO3KsGiOavu37IUVvkoX_pw8KlbMrUaYOUOLdVr3uw8MrU7Hw0URkGd7nAt9kabj4cAm-C-d4y57q7pPC0Ep3moLDcKo-AVLSJyqY/s400/057.JPG" /></a> This feature is by far my favorite...No exit handle on the driver side!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Mike once took his car in for emission testing and conveniently forgot to tell the operator how to get out of his car. After only a few minutes of brief panic and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">embarrassment</span>, the operator was able to escape, and quickly realized the entertainment factor for all waiting customers on the other side of the glass in the lobby. Needless to say, the car passed with flying colors!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ZYEBzS-2F5R2roGq9QOy3MOfkcI8UEclZbDc9LghM9dQ93eFNfZE9teztRW07KyaaUQslkahfQFRmozG2QdPE7htii7Yl6HDYkEcb16UVGZ1TAhEind2wb-Vce-7satt8nA6DPUqn_I/s1600/058.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490146228753090866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ZYEBzS-2F5R2roGq9QOy3MOfkcI8UEclZbDc9LghM9dQ93eFNfZE9teztRW07KyaaUQslkahfQFRmozG2QdPE7htii7Yl6HDYkEcb16UVGZ1TAhEind2wb-Vce-7satt8nA6DPUqn_I/s400/058.JPG" /></a> The driver seat. Appropriate looking for a car that has 300,000+ miles on it. When Mike re-entered his vehicle for the first time after I had driven it, he asked in disgust why there was a towel over his seat? I replied how I didn't like the way the foam felt on my sweaty <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">prego</span> butt after sitting in it for over an hour in 97 degree heat. After all, the towel was probably the only thing that actually worked yesterday!<br /><br />I really can't complain too much. I have known for sometime now, that this really is only Mike's car. He has a special way with her, a gentle understanding between the two of them. I clearly crossed a boundary yesterday, and I swear on my life, it won't happen again. I can honestly say the next time it comes to taking Mike's car or riding my bike...I will gladly sew on my spandex and dust off the orange safety helmet!<br /><div></div><br /></div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-83933383380219739622010-05-22T18:57:00.000-07:002010-05-22T19:24:26.418-07:00EXHAUSTEDI have always been a "glass half empty" kind of a girl. I'll be honest, if things don't go as I choose or expected, a tantrum of sorts is in the making. I think Mike has learned to adapt over the years. He can see it coming, moves out of my way. I usually throw a few things, often say some choice words or slam a few doors, and then we get on with life. Sometimes all I need is a good pout session, then I am fine. Well, lately, I am not fine. In fact, pouting has turned into an everyday life experience around our house. It's really equivalent to walking on eggshells. I see it, trust me, but I honestly can't control myself or figure out just what it is that I am so annoyed with. I am literally annoyed with <span style="color:#336666;">EVERYTHING</span>! These days, you really can't win with me. I am all out of positives, considering I didn't have many to start with. I feel overweight, overworked, under appreciated, underpaid, and downright exhausted. So, if you need a heartfelt word of encouragement or appreciation...look somewhere else, you won't find it from me. I suggest for the next 8 weeks, for your own health and safety, you stay as far away from me as possible. Nothing good will come from being exposed to my unexplainable amounts of negativity. And lets all hope that delivery is a cure, for every ones sake!<br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Please read the fine print</span>: This post is in no way a cry for your sympathy or compassionate service opportunity. It is clearly a form of raw and true emotion not to be taken out of context. It is what it is.Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-37495080604094270402010-03-21T18:56:00.000-07:002010-03-21T19:43:09.212-07:00Happy St. Baldricks Day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmijN1YH6F-BVLwXnCWa6VoqkSWL81mQxUPEzRQyZYk1b_LbyackEMqsQqtIGX-CDoZfBwmtUMPiImtl5V4RqPH6-b_M8w89mQvA5oRDpT3MCd5Bv4ck9_9fWh7uXeKlLcRMrpsqFGsN0/s1600-h/062.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451282437540689858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmijN1YH6F-BVLwXnCWa6VoqkSWL81mQxUPEzRQyZYk1b_LbyackEMqsQqtIGX-CDoZfBwmtUMPiImtl5V4RqPH6-b_M8w89mQvA5oRDpT3MCd5Bv4ck9_9fWh7uXeKlLcRMrpsqFGsN0/s400/062.JPG" /></a><br />Feeling charitable? If so...click here <a href="http://autumnburke.com/teamtuesday/"><span style="color:#663300;">http://autumnburke.com/teamtuesday/</span></a><span style="color:#333399;"> </span>. Thank you to the Whitt family for letting us participate, rather witness, this event. Also, a huge whoo whoo, for all those who selflessly shaved their heads for a perfect cause.<br /><br />We miss you sweet Tuesday.<br /><br />Visit<span style="color:#333399;"> </span><a href="http://www.stbaldricks.org/"><span style="color:#663300;">http://www.stbaldricks.org/</span></a> Search team Tuesday to make a donation.Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-40711397071987784892010-03-09T11:34:00.000-08:002010-03-09T11:50:27.650-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKN4zCPwg31J1mYiYBCcQSSeeAiy3lPoFa7cZw1QkgvPCP4EXN-L1PY9hrvbn__q5cPFOOk1MaC7jIEhRKW_BkQ6DXRU6YB1jdOKDMSf4USmh8-GOqXhJLmfx6_fJW7fnNhOgcywi9A8/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446723760813532770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKN4zCPwg31J1mYiYBCcQSSeeAiy3lPoFa7cZw1QkgvPCP4EXN-L1PY9hrvbn__q5cPFOOk1MaC7jIEhRKW_BkQ6DXRU6YB1jdOKDMSf4USmh8-GOqXhJLmfx6_fJW7fnNhOgcywi9A8/s400/002.JPG" /></a><br /><div>And the verdict is....I have a lifetime immunity to parvovirus B19.<br />No fifths disease for me.<br />Hip hip hooray!<br /><br />But really, thanks for the extra stress! </div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-22224157813291536762010-03-02T17:44:00.000-08:002010-03-02T18:13:47.722-08:00Update...for those who care.Thursday, Feb. 25...Antibody titer test results due. No word from doctor.<br />Friday, Feb. 26...Leave message on nurse line concerning lab results. Nurse returns call around 3pm. Informs me that my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">AFP</span> test good. Still no news regarding titer results. Should hear by Monday at the latest. Onset of cold symptoms.<br />Saturday, Feb. 27...Still waiting. Isabella wakes from nap with "slapped cheek" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">appearance</span>. Another one bites the dust! My cold has e<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">rupted</span> to full blown flu symptoms.<br />Sunday, Feb. 28...Mom out of commission. Concerned my chances of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">avoiding</span> fifths disease has all but completely diminished.<br />Monday, March 1...Waiting, waiting, waiting. Call to get voice mail, doctors office closed. Guess this means no lab results.<br />Tuesday, March 2...Leave message first thing on nurse line. 4:45pm, call from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">littleton</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">OBGYN</span> office. Sorry to inform me that there are no pending lab results. Someone screwed up, no one taking <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">responsibility</span>. Apology, but can I come in tomorrow to draw more blood?<br />Scheduled Wednesday, March 3, 9:30am, blood draw.<br />Isabella now sporting lacy rash on trunk, arms, and legs. Pretty!<br /><br />Seriously.Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-73608445544599059312010-02-23T17:37:00.000-08:002010-02-23T18:16:33.059-08:00Parvovirus What?<span style="color:#000000;">Last week, Abbi woke up with the strangest looking symptoms. Red cheeks and a lacy rash that covered her entire body. Itchy, annoying. We took her to Urgent care where they diagnosed it as probably being an allergic reaction of sorts. Possibly a virus. The doctor felt it was probably due to the cheap purple fingernail polish Abbi was sporting at the time, or one of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">variety</span> of Valentine's Day <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tattoo's</span> that decorated her arms. Doctors orders: <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Benadryl. </span><br />It's Monday, a call from the school nurse. "Mrs. Ford, I think you need to come pick Madison up. She is complaining she doesn't feel well, and she has a rash on her limbs. Looks like fifths disease".<br />A light bulb moment! I knew Abbi didn't have an allergic reaction. She is never that simple. I head straight to the computer. Google: Fifth disease.<br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;">Fifths disease or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Parvovirus</span> B19;</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">A mild rash illness that occurs most commonly in children. The ill child typically has a "slapped-cheek" rash on the face and a lacy red rash on the trunk and limbs. Occasionally, the rash may itch. An ill child may have a low-grade fever, malaise, or a "cold" a few days before the rash breaks out. The child is usually not very ill, and the rash resolves in 7 to 10 days. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">The good news... once the rash appears, they are no longer contagious.<br />The bad news...If I am infected, the virus can cause severe anemia to our unborn baby. 9 out of 10 result in miscarriage.<br />I went to the doctor today and they did a blood test to see if I am immune to the virus. I am hoping that at some point I have already been exposed and this will not be an issue.<br />Now we play the waiting game.<br />Not fun.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-7419364394424839412010-02-15T20:23:00.000-08:002010-02-15T20:53:13.892-08:00One more thing...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokaQZk0i_Zp0NqKu86wU6yTedv7JX3p1mRucm6xFMJgcC4QCqaCOU58bxQ5va_q6voBAahhxAaFA9EPbri2DbhtmRpod8cQIJBNeTM8XEw5bR0CvNRqguzFP5Ytt8ylwA-nePia5lm1s/s1600-h/042.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438699720819211762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokaQZk0i_Zp0NqKu86wU6yTedv7JX3p1mRucm6xFMJgcC4QCqaCOU58bxQ5va_q6voBAahhxAaFA9EPbri2DbhtmRpod8cQIJBNeTM8XEw5bR0CvNRqguzFP5Ytt8ylwA-nePia5lm1s/s400/042.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Happy President's day...and Valentine's day...and Chinese New Year (go dragon)! Okay, so if that's not enough, does anyone want girl scout cookies? Madison is a Girls Scout Daisy this year and is working towards her cookie badge, whatever that is? Between my nausea, lack of time, and down-right laziness...she hasn't sold a box. So if you feel sorry enough for Madison yet, I will be taking orders tomorrow night at the church, 7pm. Come find me! $3.25 a box, delivered on Friday. Any questions? Don't bother.</div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-61087862171029507502010-02-01T18:31:00.000-08:002010-02-01T18:58:03.127-08:00What...No pictures?It's not a stretch to say I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">haven't</span> been the most efficient blogger lately. This is apparent not only in my blog (or lack thereof), but also in my everyday life. My house is dirty, my kids are especially dirty, and I keep running out of gas. Lazy? Perhaps a bit. But mostly just pregnant.<br />That's right folks, we are expecting baby #6. Although planned, a bit <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">over planned</span> actually, I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wasn't</span> prepared for harboring a fetus in my thirties. What's the difference between twenties and thirties you say? Besides the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">obvious</span> ten years, I am not really sure? But I do know that this baby has completely knocked me on my butt, my ever expanding butt too. 27 lbs in 4 months, a new record, even for me. It's safe to say I won't be featuring my belly bump rolls on my blog anytime soon. Just keep posted for mutated 3D images of our newest addition. It's the best I can do.Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-72793784114929704582009-11-16T10:08:00.001-08:002009-11-16T10:20:43.894-08:00Punky Brewster?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLCuX6m0zXLaL3BLPbXNAzElw2EBofuiHTGsv1cURiAnUqbRjrFYIBAlWuQhI7buoHa5ZnSx-bhvLBDyRwtZZgMls9Dd_LdO8lT075IwC3zgr6iBGChnkacRiqNlnpTIl0F-QB30wajDM/s1600/Punky-Brewster-799635.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404765318771868514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLCuX6m0zXLaL3BLPbXNAzElw2EBofuiHTGsv1cURiAnUqbRjrFYIBAlWuQhI7buoHa5ZnSx-bhvLBDyRwtZZgMls9Dd_LdO8lT075IwC3zgr6iBGChnkacRiqNlnpTIl0F-QB30wajDM/s400/Punky-Brewster-799635.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Remember Punky Brewster? </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">I do, I live with her!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotoiXRhNpPHUG9QY1xTfaRGfV9ddg-1x4fvj10B2kuO7udDo1tR-5Bx6cXJ_9vNv4cjtmS8uZb3z4X41jC2AW59FSs5ZYXP-2IqZRomtX2Exd6MavcVN0ebVOzxdq0jLfu50Oy4RwRyE/s1600/Bella+(punky+brewster)+007.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404765508850654002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotoiXRhNpPHUG9QY1xTfaRGfV9ddg-1x4fvj10B2kuO7udDo1tR-5Bx6cXJ_9vNv4cjtmS8uZb3z4X41jC2AW59FSs5ZYXP-2IqZRomtX2Exd6MavcVN0ebVOzxdq0jLfu50Oy4RwRyE/s400/Bella+(punky+brewster)+007.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-89056941352317314932009-11-15T10:17:00.000-08:002009-11-15T11:43:32.619-08:00Surprisingly enjoying!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhNewDsjN8lQrDDjp6Myqe9ueU7vOdPQ8q7bQHSPhL6wVmOSyAM0HHjibYDR8JHY9pZgf2n1gBb2_sRabtTHl_6HAvX9lYdusT7Faz-Ki2ywo4urY2DXF_LYGDrtlqUy514ITkjSTV6WA/s1600-h/275.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404418348325557250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhNewDsjN8lQrDDjp6Myqe9ueU7vOdPQ8q7bQHSPhL6wVmOSyAM0HHjibYDR8JHY9pZgf2n1gBb2_sRabtTHl_6HAvX9lYdusT7Faz-Ki2ywo4urY2DXF_LYGDrtlqUy514ITkjSTV6WA/s400/275.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Last night Abbi and I attended the Stake PJ party for all Activity Day girls. I'll admit that this wasn't something that was top on my priority list of "things to do", Yet, I always find myself being surprised by how much I actually enjoy these activities once I am there. Their main focus was on PJ'S...Prayer, Journal and Scriptures. We all wore our comfy pajamas and settled in on pillows and blankets strewn about the gym floor for some pizza and talks given by youth leaders. One of the speakers, Kathy Hansen, really captivated my attention. She shared a story of her family discovering a birds nest under their house deck. Each day they would take a peak to see what these birds were up to, and one day they noticed there were five blue bird eggs. They kept a close watch on these bird eggs until one day they had hatched. A few weeks had gone by, and soon enough these five little birds were learning how to fly. Stretching their wings and fluttering over the back lawn. Mom and Dad bird were close by, keeping a watchful eye out as their babies struggled to find the ability to make it off the ground. To their horror, a magpie was lurking in the tree not far from where the little birds were. One by one the magpie flew down and snatched the little birds out of the grass. The Hansen family was doing everything they could to distract this magpie from getting the babies, but it didn't help. Only one of the baby birds made it away. The only thing that could have kept these birds out of harms way, was their own ability to fly. </div><br /><div>Kathy likened this story to that of our testimony of our Savior. Only WE have the ability to "fly" or to gain a testimony of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. In the end, it doesn't matter what testimony our parents have, or our leaders , or even the Prophet. In order to find our way back to our Father in Heaven, we must have our own testimony. </div><br /><div>I am thankful that I have a testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Although my wings may flutter now and then, I have the ability through Prayer, Journal, and Scriptures to find my strength and keep flying.</div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-42162126095440457772009-11-13T13:45:00.000-08:002009-11-13T14:07:49.971-08:00School Pictures<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpndgbbLeOpeG018SNAfJFiC-PDAEvH7bDXbpGCS-H5MsTdtcrGM6wL-uxHOsF1vN4PVKbm81itTMw76vxG309j9YtJAgDC0uL8Y9d5WpwY_BxIyYe465T8Bh2hVxBuXW6cDgN1rJLDpM/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403708630783507586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpndgbbLeOpeG018SNAfJFiC-PDAEvH7bDXbpGCS-H5MsTdtcrGM6wL-uxHOsF1vN4PVKbm81itTMw76vxG309j9YtJAgDC0uL8Y9d5WpwY_BxIyYe465T8Bh2hVxBuXW6cDgN1rJLDpM/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Last week Isabella had pictures taken at preschool. I forgot. The picture speaks for itself. Surrounded by an array of 4 year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">old's</span> with hair curled, new clothes and shoes, nothing short of perfection. Then Bella. Perfect in her own way. Last year's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Halloween</span> shirt (although it's November), leggings on her arms (eliminates the need for a jacket), and slight remnants on her cheek of a once was princess tattoo. At least she's got personality! <br /></div>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-15454255577258146432009-10-31T21:48:00.001-07:002009-10-31T22:29:28.420-07:00Happy Halloween!<div align="justify">What a great Halloween, we had such a fun night. Our good friends, the Mansell's, invited us and a few other families over for a yummy dinner before trick-or-treating. Sloppy Joe's, homemade french fries and frog eye salad...what a perfect Halloween dinner, YUMMY!<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEcbwS3fwvo5AN50LKA9HwM9EBbkKNDNIoTs0UXvsmHQVgd3a6M0p_4twLF_Ucso4AAqPog_rFjeXbePF7V0NLiMkQreA1kwexcswJv2iq0swdSsJEk8nVxWnD7L3CuaZy6hsNDUK2SCE/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398995909900126882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEcbwS3fwvo5AN50LKA9HwM9EBbkKNDNIoTs0UXvsmHQVgd3a6M0p_4twLF_Ucso4AAqPog_rFjeXbePF7V0NLiMkQreA1kwexcswJv2iq0swdSsJEk8nVxWnD7L3CuaZy6hsNDUK2SCE/s400/Halloween+2009+001.JPG" /></a> My fifties girls...Madison & Abbigayle</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9QfPWlQr2LwRNYRhu5M8msUDG-7g_fUjzRDnSR6D4WGBhJzsdq-V2jzH2jKxERFKk73NwTtrbe0nR_AwO-zFeOvmkpHvwpRT53JG6QsPrC47CkNs5izH8rnGI3P5Al5C8ddYDcn9zzjA/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398995902144933410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9QfPWlQr2LwRNYRhu5M8msUDG-7g_fUjzRDnSR6D4WGBhJzsdq-V2jzH2jKxERFKk73NwTtrbe0nR_AwO-zFeOvmkpHvwpRT53JG6QsPrC47CkNs5izH8rnGI3P5Al5C8ddYDcn9zzjA/s400/Halloween+2009+013.JPG" /></a>Cutest ever Little Red Riding Hood... Isabella<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimKx9ellz077hCqO0tZ2t-Bizr5yGE2KKppDed7MiSZ9Ihf4lOeTI4AyajoVYL0CMAFGXMhe9MwLmUzuI7MxoHa5vBpwFXn8JfpsO-lXotDx1evf3Ti88CwnFVczjp2nlHNFxd_AZSU0M/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398995897922091122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimKx9ellz077hCqO0tZ2t-Bizr5yGE2KKppDed7MiSZ9Ihf4lOeTI4AyajoVYL0CMAFGXMhe9MwLmUzuI7MxoHa5vBpwFXn8JfpsO-lXotDx1evf3Ti88CwnFVczjp2nlHNFxd_AZSU0M/s400/Halloween+2009+012.JPG" /></a><br />The flower that didn't smell so good...Gabrielle<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRB19Jm-FdBr2o7ttRrRlL9hrbz_mxrS_JXDykhpb9B4KAak6TW5QujnqpYcpQJftCJ0OP9C_7XW_czWpv2FJqEDmGiJ-CnYbzqnyuquAEUN45FA0xSDRiDHUo7UUpxa6rOf5Les2kCJc/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398995886036957154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRB19Jm-FdBr2o7ttRrRlL9hrbz_mxrS_JXDykhpb9B4KAak6TW5QujnqpYcpQJftCJ0OP9C_7XW_czWpv2FJqEDmGiJ-CnYbzqnyuquAEUN45FA0xSDRiDHUo7UUpxa6rOf5Les2kCJc/s400/Halloween+2009+003.JPG" /></a> The trick-or-treating crew...</p><p align="center">(top row) Ethan, Kylie, Alli, Abbi, Mckell, Madison<br />(bottom row) Kitty, Bella, Annie, Kimberly & Gabrielle<br />Special thanks to the Mike and Loren for supervising kids while trick-or-treating and to Jason Butts for scaring the crap out of me and Stacey!<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6LSdQsuMqYm9zgpv0MYZrA9cx4KpBq5Aub_0Z5gQ-GeWaahR-rBmL5k25xyZk6mGnQBi7UPFoTteXWny-byl0NuPo0G6HMjxyv8_PdXG774LVEt8dCpcBX_VfJfwRzx8c-1wr5cuUMI/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398995882353309874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6LSdQsuMqYm9zgpv0MYZrA9cx4KpBq5Aub_0Z5gQ-GeWaahR-rBmL5k25xyZk6mGnQBi7UPFoTteXWny-byl0NuPo0G6HMjxyv8_PdXG774LVEt8dCpcBX_VfJfwRzx8c-1wr5cuUMI/s400/Halloween+2009+005.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>The Loot!<br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center">After a good round of trick-or-treating, we came back to the Mansell's for some good old sledding. Where else, but Colorado, can you trick-or-treat and sled all in the same day?<br /></p><p align="center">Mike, as we all know, is still a kid at heart. The Luge was way too tempting to resist. Check out what happens when a 35 year old tries to sled in the front yard...<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyqdGWC9uUX0aJzDpeYkhqrdBJb_wFnzQfEl9YNuKn_rjmAi8dT4cL0ZrzEFSo06InMUEELi5YiVh-HafVuDA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">Funny, I know!<br /></p><p align="center">This...is how it should be.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwrJnbKpbZ2Aq0ydAcY1idAQxLvt95ftEPFNinmRQGtwHOi19g2p1CpC_Szm1iu3OjX2q6rHZKe1YTrP6if4g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">The sugar buzz in all but gone, and all that remains are the wrappers from half- eaten candy bars. Now that's what I call a great Halloween night!</p>Ford Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106noreply@blogger.com6