tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582926910007154312024-03-13T13:07:48.017-07:00EvansFamilies are like fudge ... mostly sweet with a few nutsThe Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-63765076944077395462012-05-08T18:33:00.002-07:002012-05-08T18:33:46.486-07:00Kids Quest Museum<div style="text-align: center;">
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About a month ago we went to the Kids Quest Museum with our cousins. </div>
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The kids had a blast!</div>
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They could have played at the water river thing for hours! They would throw the ball up river and watch it come back down to them. Blakley didn't really have aim when she would throw her ball and ended up just throwing balls all over.</div>
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They were both kind of unsure of this. They were to push the buttons to make the water shoot up to make a sound. There was some back splash, hence why they are both trying to cover their faces. </div>
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Grayson also spent a ton of time in the semi-truck. Anytime he managed to get away from us we were sure to find him here. (You can also see how wet he got from playing with the water)</div>
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Mid bounce on the dog bouncy toy. This was in the play area for littler kids. She just ran around playing with everything she could. </div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-79905907020127427982012-02-06T14:42:00.000-08:002012-02-06T14:43:03.114-08:00Potato Heads?!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The kids each got a potato head for Christmas. They play with them all the time and every time this is the first thing they do, put those glasses on themselves. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVdxMgxAcnI/TzBWWv8k7TI/AAAAAAAABIs/vEwVhmHUWB0/s1600/003+(7).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVdxMgxAcnI/TzBWWv8k7TI/AAAAAAAABIs/vEwVhmHUWB0/s320/003+(7).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grayson knows that they go on his eyes, but silly Blakley thinks they go over her mouth. Even if I tell her they go on her eyes, she takes them right off and puts them over her mouth again. </div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-9293310036891490002012-01-25T14:58:00.000-08:002012-01-25T14:58:21.988-08:00Snow Week!<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Last week the Seattle area was hit with day after day for snow(not usual for the area). Monday we didn't have any snow at our house but my parents had about 6in. So I took the kids up to play. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_LcSPunOcmc/TyCEz1k-lPI/AAAAAAAABIM/EaQRLprA7dY/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_LcSPunOcmc/TyCEz1k-lPI/AAAAAAAABIM/EaQRLprA7dY/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We only played for about 30min but this is how it went. Blakley got pulled around in the sled and was loving it. Grayson really didn't want to do anything, he just filled up his dump truck with snow and pulled it around. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/08cJVNDpBnI" width="420"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Blakley and Auntie having some fun!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVtkh9lUmn4/TyCE47rmMqI/AAAAAAAABIU/_2uCOjzxNyc/s1600/007+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVtkh9lUmn4/TyCE47rmMqI/AAAAAAAABIU/_2uCOjzxNyc/s320/007+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> A few days later we got a good amount of snow. The kids didn't want to go out and play so I got a big bowl full of snow so they could play inside. The next morning that was the first thing they asked for, their bowl of snow. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uEgBbZ_4WF8/TyCE6y4d6NI/AAAAAAAABIc/09Q8dFL6nFA/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uEgBbZ_4WF8/TyCE6y4d6NI/AAAAAAAABIc/09Q8dFL6nFA/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Than after all the snow, we got about 6in in all, there was an ice storm. It was so pretty! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji0UAMlViGo/TyCFDIP6mXI/AAAAAAAABIk/Zb-m6GRdHk4/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji0UAMlViGo/TyCFDIP6mXI/AAAAAAAABIk/Zb-m6GRdHk4/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Until this happened...not so pretty. </div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-39652751673479640132012-01-23T13:03:00.000-08:002012-01-23T13:03:59.974-08:00Grayson is 3!<div style="text-align: center;">On his actual birthday we kept it low key. We went to play at McDonald's. His Aunt and cousins brought him over some amazing cupcakes! Opened a gift and that was about it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFBjiOVNauQ/Txif2WnYWZI/AAAAAAAABHk/BuGKSFHa2AU/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFBjiOVNauQ/Txif2WnYWZI/AAAAAAAABHk/BuGKSFHa2AU/s320/001.JPG" width="235" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A few days later we had a family party for him. Thanks to everyone that came! <br />
We had some lunch, play games(there was a great game of duck, duck, goose), and had cupcakes!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3-bSEn2-g6Q/Txif8bjoulI/AAAAAAAABH0/LFjSPGAUsWs/s1600/006+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3-bSEn2-g6Q/Txif8bjoulI/AAAAAAAABH0/LFjSPGAUsWs/s320/006+%25282%2529.JPG" width="269" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Toy story shaving kit. He doesn't like his face to be messy so we shave his arms. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_AxmyGOiEE/Txif_L132tI/AAAAAAAABH8/fAyrjpEx3Kc/s1600/008+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_AxmyGOiEE/Txif_L132tI/AAAAAAAABH8/fAyrjpEx3Kc/s320/008+%25282%2529.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Can't go wrong with money! When we go to Target he gets to pick something out with his money.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_FtG1aCjaQ/TxigAFFMxbI/AAAAAAAABIE/KS8pdNrUreo/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_FtG1aCjaQ/TxigAFFMxbI/AAAAAAAABIE/KS8pdNrUreo/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="goog_622321970"></span><span id="goog_622321971">And Auntie Kerissa got him a present that will last for years to come, a Betta fish!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">He loves it and always wants to feed it and catch it with the little net. </div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-31980622723284022562012-01-12T14:26:00.000-08:002012-01-12T14:26:43.808-08:00Zoo Lights<div style="text-align: center;">The day after Christmas we made it out to Point Defiance Zoo to see the lights. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pBf6QkVs-o/Tw9cCRv3ZVI/AAAAAAAABG8/KULXoOGL1KQ/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pBf6QkVs-o/Tw9cCRv3ZVI/AAAAAAAABG8/KULXoOGL1KQ/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> They had fun scenes like this one, others were animated.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HOLuFYBhLRY/Tw9chCgQUsI/AAAAAAAABHE/aF9U-9k1E90/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HOLuFYBhLRY/Tw9chCgQUsI/AAAAAAAABHE/aF9U-9k1E90/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> In the middle area of the zoo the just had lights everywhere. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WgJEfBViFzY/Tw9cjGC5B_I/AAAAAAAABHM/YqCFyoIq_hs/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WgJEfBViFzY/Tw9cjGC5B_I/AAAAAAAABHM/YqCFyoIq_hs/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> There was even a few animals we checked out. They loved checking out the fishes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4pPMob_N8k/Tw9dOqHwhrI/AAAAAAAABHc/L-C1Fjkg99M/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4pPMob_N8k/Tw9dOqHwhrI/AAAAAAAABHc/L-C1Fjkg99M/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They were able to fed some goats also. It didn't get a picture of it but one of the goats tried to eat Blakley's hat she had on. It has little pom-poms on it, i guess he thought it was food.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdopsend98M/Tw9cleLpzDI/AAAAAAAABHU/uYJO1h2TT48/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdopsend98M/Tw9cleLpzDI/AAAAAAAABHU/uYJO1h2TT48/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">To end the night the kids took a ride on the carousel. They loved it! </div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-55342988137116166712012-01-04T10:53:00.000-08:002012-01-04T10:53:02.859-08:00Christmas 2011<div style="text-align: center;">We had a great Christmas! It was nice to start it out by going to </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Church and focus on the true meaning of Christmas. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7OxvPJbN60/TwSa_0QosmI/AAAAAAAABGM/MC9sgn2Cim0/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7OxvPJbN60/TwSa_0QosmI/AAAAAAAABGM/MC9sgn2Cim0/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center">When we got back from church we let the kids open the presents Santa left for them on the couch. They played with those presents while we wanted for my family to come over. They kids were loving it! They went from one gift to the next than back to one they had already opened, than spotted a new present and opened that one. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBCdXMQeZgI/TwSc6PUjppI/AAAAAAAABGc/fACR2tWUMwI/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBCdXMQeZgI/TwSc6PUjppI/AAAAAAAABGc/fACR2tWUMwI/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Blakley loved all her new clothes she got. She is a true girl and loves clothes and shoes!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VHLcWlnN-ZI/TwSdRBo87OI/AAAAAAAABGk/leLNv0b7d3M/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VHLcWlnN-ZI/TwSdRBo87OI/AAAAAAAABGk/leLNv0b7d3M/s320/034.JPG" width="221" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Grayson was in heaven with his tool table and trains he got.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K9OR6KPx2GU/TwSdULMpfpI/AAAAAAAABGs/6tAtl-ubrDI/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K9OR6KPx2GU/TwSdULMpfpI/AAAAAAAABGs/6tAtl-ubrDI/s320/045.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I just had to post this. While we were waiting for my family to show up the kids entertained themselves with the box of Kevin's gift. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uga4Cghph0c/TwSdjQ5ZgAI/AAAAAAAABG0/lypQ_-QrwCc/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uga4Cghph0c/TwSdjQ5ZgAI/AAAAAAAABG0/lypQ_-QrwCc/s320/018.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div align="center">After we opened gifts with my family the kids napped and than we went open to Grandma and Grandpa Evans house. I'm sad I didn't get any pictures there. They had fun playing with their cousins and didn't do too bad in the present department either!</div><div align="center">It was a great day and we feel so blessed to be back home with our families!</div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-41300175673955160962011-12-24T14:27:00.000-08:002011-12-24T14:27:54.444-08:00Snowflake Lane<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few weeks ago we went to Snowflake Lane. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They have drummer boys, music, snow fairies, and of course snow!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkFiCI9rgJ4/TvZOZoq4FKI/AAAAAAAABFg/Jk2iLyq8EDw/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkFiCI9rgJ4/TvZOZoq4FKI/AAAAAAAABFg/Jk2iLyq8EDw/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> We got there early to get right next to the drummer's platform. We went on a Monday night and it turned out there wasn't a ton of people and the drums were a lot louder than I remember. So it didn't really matter. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qFg6W3W0F8/TvZOlsyUgwI/AAAAAAAABFo/9XWbtlsdfrs/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qFg6W3W0F8/TvZOlsyUgwI/AAAAAAAABFo/9XWbtlsdfrs/s320/010.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Near the end of the show it starts to snow. Blakley thought it was the greatest thing ever! You can't see the snow in the picture but she would just look up at point at it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JFVy-g5lT24/TvZOtAOzvZI/AAAAAAAABFw/4dtjoZ326GU/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JFVy-g5lT24/TvZOtAOzvZI/AAAAAAAABFw/4dtjoZ326GU/s320/011.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Grayson loved the girls handing out the suckers, just stared at the drummer boy and wanted daddy to hold him the whole time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iyo8ONKaf1A/TvZPDpahMXI/AAAAAAAABF4/Lp6MOnp4e7E/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iyo8ONKaf1A/TvZPDpahMXI/AAAAAAAABF4/Lp6MOnp4e7E/s320/013.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> It was fun to be back home and be able to do this with my family!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTaouUrrcdQ/TvZPIKwU2-I/AAAAAAAABGA/k6MQrWh99m0/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTaouUrrcdQ/TvZPIKwU2-I/AAAAAAAABGA/k6MQrWh99m0/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-1018611943617148232011-12-13T11:20:00.000-08:002011-12-13T11:20:42.317-08:00Museum Of Flight<div style="text-align: center;">A few weeks ago we went to the Museum of Flight. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We weren't sure if the kids would really enjoy it but the loved it and we'll keep going back!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W68nu3pTheA/Tuej1SXNB3I/AAAAAAAABEs/oiCNQBUQ560/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W68nu3pTheA/Tuej1SXNB3I/AAAAAAAABEs/oiCNQBUQ560/s320/011.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> We spent a lot of our time in the kids area. Blakley sat in the airplane for a good 10 minutes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgi0MbYjlBA/Tuej_gtJjmI/AAAAAAAABE8/45CGsVdALh4/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgi0MbYjlBA/Tuej_gtJjmI/AAAAAAAABE8/45CGsVdALh4/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Grayson sitting in the helicopter. He had a blast running around checking out everything.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KGN6XenSr7o/Tuej5VJj5kI/AAAAAAAABE0/cArXV8fKDnc/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KGN6XenSr7o/Tuej5VJj5kI/AAAAAAAABE0/cArXV8fKDnc/s320/017.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Notice Blakley in this picture she spent most of her time looking up </div><div style="text-align: center;">at all the planes hanging from the ceiling. </div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-60381881928282814372011-11-28T17:46:00.000-08:002011-11-28T17:46:25.428-08:00Thanksgiving<div style="text-align: center;">We hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. We were blessed to have both our families over and had a great time. Lots of food and yummy dessert! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXaWN4ZmPdg/TtQ3ug0oaUI/AAAAAAAABEc/Sw1F7FwIuEc/s1600/DSC_0441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXaWN4ZmPdg/TtQ3ug0oaUI/AAAAAAAABEc/Sw1F7FwIuEc/s320/DSC_0441.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Kind of a funny picture of Grayson but he was loving the turkey's </div><div style="text-align: center;">Auntie made from oreos, kisses, and rolo's. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fkSOeBHbfrc/TtQ3wYZf0vI/AAAAAAAABEk/WgAnrf3DWiM/s1600/DSC_0449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fkSOeBHbfrc/TtQ3wYZf0vI/AAAAAAAABEk/WgAnrf3DWiM/s320/DSC_0449.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Blakley also loved them! She sat there and eat her dessert and loved every minute of it.</div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-86983771889532850872011-11-09T18:03:00.000-08:002011-11-09T18:03:01.211-08:00Love My Kids!<div style="text-align: center;">I went upstairs, after getting Grayson some breakfast, to get Blakley out of bed. I came back down to see this. I guess he wanted more! You'll notice his bowl is just pushed off to the side at this point, he was just eating it off the table with his spoon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLsBA0zQVc4/TrsvCRU52EI/AAAAAAAABEM/45RFd7hGMJQ/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLsBA0zQVc4/TrsvCRU52EI/AAAAAAAABEM/45RFd7hGMJQ/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Saturdays are my days I get out and go get some stuff done. I came home and saw Grayson playing around but didn't see Blakley. Poor girl was very tired! Kevin said she went over to the living to and the next thing he knew she was fast asleep on the floor. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nm6UyGWGfss/TrsvR245YiI/AAAAAAAABEU/m6lXVix75_w/s1600/002+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nm6UyGWGfss/TrsvR245YiI/AAAAAAAABEU/m6lXVix75_w/s320/002+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y05h1BQxn1s/TrLD_2d0x2I/AAAAAAAABC8/RJ_5ZtauogU/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y05h1BQxn1s/TrLD_2d0x2I/AAAAAAAABC8/RJ_5ZtauogU/s320/009.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Blakley really didn't get the whole trunk or treating thing. She just wanted to run around with all the other kids. Being that we were in a parking lot I said it would be better if she just hung out with dad at the car. So she helped dad pass out candy and even found herself a sucker. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8yuvecR4V9g/TrLEBovtkAI/AAAAAAAABDE/biGIRc7A_4s/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8yuvecR4V9g/TrLEBovtkAI/AAAAAAAABDE/biGIRc7A_4s/s320/014.JPG" width="217" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> After all our candy was gone and daddy could walk around with us we </div><div style="text-align: center;">let Blakley run around and Grayson just followed behind daddy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Halloween Night</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">The kids loved going trick-or-treating!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F-c0G-VkU38/TrLHRgKS_mI/AAAAAAAABDM/NAzmV56bexc/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F-c0G-VkU38/TrLHRgKS_mI/AAAAAAAABDM/NAzmV56bexc/s320/008.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Grayson was so funny! The first few houses he would go right up to the jack-o-lanterns and blow them out. Than he started knocking on the door, ringing the doorbell and than he would turn around and walk away. He did this at almost all the houses. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9wK4y0RQXM/TrLHShO3WMI/AAAAAAAABDU/JH5IXIHd2z4/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9wK4y0RQXM/TrLHShO3WMI/AAAAAAAABDU/JH5IXIHd2z4/s320/007.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Blakley decided she wanted to take a break here on the front porch. She just sat down and picked out a piece of candy and tried to eat it. After a little freak out because she couldn't;t get it open auntie opened it for her and she was quit content. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V835egkTMIE/TrLHU5f8wWI/AAAAAAAABDc/8e7k1j4mAdQ/s1600/006+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V835egkTMIE/TrLHU5f8wWI/AAAAAAAABDc/8e7k1j4mAdQ/s320/006+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had a fun night with the kids and family!</div><div align="center"></div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-36599390889736189172011-10-29T12:16:00.000-07:002011-10-29T12:16:04.741-07:00Pumpkin Patch<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last week took the kids to the patch. Blakley loved running around but wasn't to sure about the pumpkins at first. Grayson walked right up to the table of gourds, picked two up and was using them as drumsticks to play the others. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1AYWqgSQKlQ/TqxO-uWY0AI/AAAAAAAABCk/Z8PdUe_yrB8/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1AYWqgSQKlQ/TqxO-uWY0AI/AAAAAAAABCk/Z8PdUe_yrB8/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Walking with daddy over to the big pumpkins.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hup8ygMxaw/TqxPVRvzFTI/AAAAAAAABCs/hjs9ljkf8V4/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hup8ygMxaw/TqxPVRvzFTI/AAAAAAAABCs/hjs9ljkf8V4/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I could not get the kids to look at me, they had so much fun running around the patch!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agqx9oMKtZ4/TqxPW7HhzkI/AAAAAAAABC0/wej48kBHWDE/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agqx9oMKtZ4/TqxPW7HhzkI/AAAAAAAABC0/wej48kBHWDE/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-8208613773639449662011-10-20T17:07:00.000-07:002011-10-20T17:07:48.295-07:00First Hair Cut<div style="text-align: center;">So she got her hair cut so long ago(end of September) but I just got these pictures. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This isn't the best before picture but you can see how crazy the back was. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It was all different lengths and would flip out to the side. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GVbO0BibZc/TqCyuJSR58I/AAAAAAAABCc/QYlw0ltgtak/s1600/DSC_07482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GVbO0BibZc/TqCyuJSR58I/AAAAAAAABCc/QYlw0ltgtak/s320/DSC_07482.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She actually did very well while her aunt was cutting her hair. She just wanted to know what was going on back there and kept turning her head around to try and see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zU5bPiFYNdA/TqCyowlKV9I/AAAAAAAABCM/bk_veHfZ7LU/s1600/DSC_07742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zU5bPiFYNdA/TqCyowlKV9I/AAAAAAAABCM/bk_veHfZ7LU/s320/DSC_07742.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is her new hair cut, all the same length and nor more flipping out. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She even got a cut little pony tail.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MFuJOVJYtec/TqCyr_wVbrI/AAAAAAAABCU/o1OJvcSz9dk/s1600/DSC_07782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MFuJOVJYtec/TqCyr_wVbrI/AAAAAAAABCU/o1OJvcSz9dk/s320/DSC_07782.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-51882521089148658922011-10-07T11:45:00.000-07:002011-10-07T11:45:36.968-07:00Splash Park<div style="text-align: center;">So we went to the splash park over a month ago and now that's it's colder and rainy we are wishing the warm weather was back so we could go again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-buqnEBo5e84/To9GfoMxY_I/AAAAAAAABB4/Rt6Vg7ZuiKg/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-buqnEBo5e84/To9GfoMxY_I/AAAAAAAABB4/Rt6Vg7ZuiKg/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> At first the kids really didn't know what to do. </div><div style="text-align: center;">They stood there looking around and checking everything out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xoq8t3f_M_8/To9GjBldCFI/AAAAAAAABB8/jYnirCKmB2Y/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xoq8t3f_M_8/To9GjBldCFI/AAAAAAAABB8/jYnirCKmB2Y/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Blakley kept tyring to fill her cup up and drink it(eww) but she never could figure out how to fill it up. She would go over and put the cup by the thing but never where the water was coming out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DCeqcvsYF8/To9HvR0f2xI/AAAAAAAABCA/tnQ2zKpeXNM/s1600/IMAG0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DCeqcvsYF8/To9HvR0f2xI/AAAAAAAABCA/tnQ2zKpeXNM/s320/IMAG0010.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When we were getting ready for bed we saw this. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I guess I forgot to put sun screen on her little chest. Poor girl!</div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-79289357666257317272011-10-03T09:40:00.000-07:002011-10-03T09:40:23.272-07:00Point Defiance Zoo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've been so bad at blogging lately, not that I was good at it before. But almost a month ago we went to the zoo with the Evans family. It was such a fun day!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FT5dGUB1es/Tonjd_woY3I/AAAAAAAABBk/Dbc97uywIF8/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FT5dGUB1es/Tonjd_woY3I/AAAAAAAABBk/Dbc97uywIF8/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The kids loved seeing all the animals. Grayson was trying to find the moles in the tunnels. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GjcVjfcXhNo/TonjgiYUT4I/AAAAAAAABBo/mYl5gfLLRYw/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GjcVjfcXhNo/TonjgiYUT4I/AAAAAAAABBo/mYl5gfLLRYw/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> "Hoook!" Grayson has a hard time with the "L" sound so that's what we hard all day </div><div style="text-align: center;">pointing at all the animals.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Kj-7Hysu2w/Tonjmv25hQI/AAAAAAAABBs/6P2LSb24js0/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Kj-7Hysu2w/Tonjmv25hQI/AAAAAAAABBs/6P2LSb24js0/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> All the cousin's, except one(must have run out of the picture) checking out the monkey. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aT-GFVMwisI/Tonjoqh10HI/AAAAAAAABBw/qgW9hRxg4to/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aT-GFVMwisI/Tonjoqh10HI/AAAAAAAABBw/qgW9hRxg4to/s320/016.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The kids loved the walrus. He would come up to the glass and just look at everyone. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97_awQLR6gA/TonjqvliMrI/AAAAAAAABB0/MEXogfi-oqo/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97_awQLR6gA/TonjqvliMrI/AAAAAAAABB0/MEXogfi-oqo/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The kids passed out the second they got in their seats. </div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-48153392035278147432011-09-09T13:19:00.000-07:002011-09-09T13:19:39.384-07:00Sand Sculpting<div align="center">Last week we headed over to Federal Way to check out the sand sculpting championships. They had all finished their creations and were already judged except for one. We watched him sculpt a mermaid, it was pretty cool to see what they could do with sand. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzDSebGqglY/Tmp0BIVcVBI/AAAAAAAABBU/VCd7fex6o3I/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzDSebGqglY/Tmp0BIVcVBI/AAAAAAAABBU/VCd7fex6o3I/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Grayson seemed more interested in the birds flying around than the sand at times, and didn't get why we couldn't play in it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJklf8aehOc/Tmp0DKzYgpI/AAAAAAAABBY/8RurouUDtpE/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJklf8aehOc/Tmp0DKzYgpI/AAAAAAAABBY/8RurouUDtpE/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center">There were lots of good ones but I think this one was my favorite. </div><div align="center"></div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-41691965399272627642011-09-02T16:30:00.000-07:002011-09-02T16:30:26.182-07:00Lake Meridian Park<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Earlier this week we met up with our cousins to play at the park. </div>
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Blakley loved climbing up the stairs on the pirate ship and looking out the port holes.</div>
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Yay! we love playing with cousins!</div>
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And Grayson went down the slide by himself! He has always been scared to do the slide but he went right up to the slide and slid down all on his own!</div>
The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-77962332333007947122011-08-15T18:31:00.000-07:002011-08-15T18:31:42.263-07:00Trip to Utah<div style="text-align: center;">A few weeks ago me and the kids went down to Utah for my cousins wedding. It was a long drive through the night but we made it. The reception was amazing! A Luau beyond all luaus, it was so neat! The next day we headed down to SLC for the wedding. The kids loved just running around looking at the Temple.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MXYOqVfTJiA/TknG0QL4KbI/AAAAAAAABBA/tthiXQ3en90/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MXYOqVfTJiA/TknG0QL4KbI/AAAAAAAABBA/tthiXQ3en90/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Here they are running after Grandpa as he was walking to sit down. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UsXLCddp168/TknG20-ud_I/AAAAAAAABBE/OlFSzEU65J8/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UsXLCddp168/TknG20-ud_I/AAAAAAAABBE/OlFSzEU65J8/s320/013.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> So some of my cousins are fairly young and Grayson loved playing with them!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qyLT7W0bBN8/TknG65Ms9SI/AAAAAAAABBI/0hueD1Sox_g/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qyLT7W0bBN8/TknG65Ms9SI/AAAAAAAABBI/0hueD1Sox_g/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The kids discovered some quail in the bushes and were following them around through the little pathways around the garden. </div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-71433908068111187532011-08-05T17:10:00.000-07:002011-08-05T17:10:54.198-07:00Swimming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few weeks ago we went swimming with the cousins. It reiterated how different my kids are. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f3tlpuNO4WY/TjyEOjMkqQI/AAAAAAAABAc/9HxnLKfxZUs/s1600/IMG_20110718_121217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f3tlpuNO4WY/TjyEOjMkqQI/AAAAAAAABAc/9HxnLKfxZUs/s320/IMG_20110718_121217.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Blakley went running to the water, wasn't afraid at all. She just loved it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gEdZR5081M/TjyEXT-TgdI/AAAAAAAABAk/Nd-NA07z2uE/s1600/IMG_20110718_121444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gEdZR5081M/TjyEXT-TgdI/AAAAAAAABAk/Nd-NA07z2uE/s320/IMG_20110718_121444.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grayson on the other hand wouldn't go near the water, as you can see didn't even take his shoes off. He was the official "toy thrower in the water". He did have fun but with out the water. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qtDscQ_4W_g/TjyETW3Q5QI/AAAAAAAABAg/cbJX5U3yiHo/s1600/IMG_20110718_125146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qtDscQ_4W_g/TjyETW3Q5QI/AAAAAAAABAg/cbJX5U3yiHo/s320/IMG_20110718_125146.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love that my kids have there own personalities and like different things. Its fun to see them be them.</div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-385818434454635812011-06-07T21:22:00.000-07:002011-08-04T10:16:42.455-07:00Happy Birthday Baby Girl!<div style="text-align: center;">She turned one today! WHAT?! I can't believe she is already one!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6srHcdqGYc/Te74eMAox7I/AAAAAAAABAM/TY_aVmZQoJ8/s1600/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6srHcdqGYc/Te74eMAox7I/AAAAAAAABAM/TY_aVmZQoJ8/s320/cake.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">She got a eat a little piece of cake and loved it. <br />
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A few days later we had a little family party.<br />
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She LOVED her cupcake!<br />
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Here is to the next year and loving every moment with her! Love you Baby Girl!</div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-73332582274677545152011-05-24T11:17:00.000-07:002011-05-24T11:17:51.210-07:00I Thought They Were Over This<div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday Grayson and Blakley were playing so well together while I was cleaning the house. After awhile I heard them both laughing and this is what I saw. They had pulled out all the wipes and Grayson was waving them in front of Blakley's face. You can't hear Blakley but she was laughing too. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love that they can play together now, even if it is at the lost of a bunch of wipes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i95riCZHCAI" width="425"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">(video was taken on my phone so it's not that great)</div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-49405390953584607342011-05-11T13:06:00.000-07:002011-05-11T13:07:58.159-07:00Helping Out<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I was doing the wash today and asked Grayson to come help me so Daddy could finish cleaning the bathroom. I took the load out of the dryer to put it away and I came back to him like this.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKDsLRerFlA/TcrqpaoqiaI/AAAAAAAABAE/-Z3lU53mW60/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKDsLRerFlA/TcrqpaoqiaI/AAAAAAAABAE/-Z3lU53mW60/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Just Checking things out mom</span>. </div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-76434915250037965982011-05-09T13:19:00.000-07:002011-05-09T13:19:34.987-07:0011 months<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">On Saturday Blakley turned 11 months. What better gift to give us and herself then to start walking!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yuYhDi6JcaM" width="560"></iframe></div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-29998452423551432322011-05-02T22:42:00.000-07:002011-05-02T22:42:57.579-07:00Just Dance<div style="text-align: center;">So my kids love to dance. This is from a few months ago, Auntie was trying to teach Grayson the spider man dance. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L8UJh7SqOCY" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Blakley just makes me laugh when she dances. I swear she has a new move every time. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0NEmWg1_dkg" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And please excuse my messy house and kids dressed funny or not even dressed at all. </div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658292691000715431.post-80596304538815696862011-04-26T09:32:00.000-07:002011-04-26T09:32:29.817-07:00Trip Home<div><div align="center">We were able to go home to visit the trip didn't exactly turn out how we wanted(everyone but me got sick), but it's still nice to get home and see family. Here is a short overview of our trip.</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5p6aaFKXZ3A/TbWmfPEKofI/AAAAAAAAA_c/KXVcVVFhWXI/s1600/012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599564767255241202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5p6aaFKXZ3A/TbWmfPEKofI/AAAAAAAAA_c/KXVcVVFhWXI/s320/012.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 241px;" /></a><br />
<div align="center">We all got dressed up for Uncle Randy's Wedding.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AReGtDwmLkg/TbWlV75xzaI/AAAAAAAAA_M/w1K4ZlJXbIk/s1600/013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599563507980946850" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AReGtDwmLkg/TbWlV75xzaI/AAAAAAAAA_M/w1K4ZlJXbIk/s320/013.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>We partied the night away and danced with cousins.<br />
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBzs3_286FM/TbWk0IG0NdI/AAAAAAAAA_E/h0sWLD0Isho/s1600/002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599562927141303762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBzs3_286FM/TbWk0IG0NdI/AAAAAAAAA_E/h0sWLD0Isho/s320/002.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a>We went to Uncle Ryan's baseball game.<br />
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hD3sWa5CEhQ/TbWkzyj7L8I/AAAAAAAAA-8/GaTpR4lEBk4/s1600/001%2B%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599562921357815746" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hD3sWa5CEhQ/TbWkzyj7L8I/AAAAAAAAA-8/GaTpR4lEBk4/s320/001%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a>We played in Duke's crate( he loved getting in there, not sure why).<br />
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9RNEv7q0qA/TbWkzXo8JyI/AAAAAAAAA-0/1DPIWx_QJT8/s1600/007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599562914131093282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9RNEv7q0qA/TbWkzXo8JyI/AAAAAAAAA-0/1DPIWx_QJT8/s320/007.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 245px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>We wrestled with grandpa.<br />
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1hirduDYdgQ/TbWkzPKWRuI/AAAAAAAAA-s/osuoxTrSBKA/s1600/001%2B%25285%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599562911855298274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1hirduDYdgQ/TbWkzPKWRuI/AAAAAAAAA-s/osuoxTrSBKA/s320/001%2B%25285%2529.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a>And caused some trouble(we found him during his nap with a cassette tape completely unrolled).</div></div></div></div></div></div>The Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775362853727247016noreply@blogger.com0