tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60107337595864008022024-03-13T16:44:56.350-07:00Baker FamilyBaker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-13281859644750598432011-09-11T16:41:00.000-07:002011-09-11T16:41:34.981-07:00Asia's birthday party<div>
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Yesterday was Asia's birthday party. She wanted a Spy Party. When I asked what she wanted to do for her spy party, she said, "Spy on the boys!" I am pretty sure not all of her spy party guests would be happy with this. Instead, we had a spy training party.</div>
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We started by welcoming everyone to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">CSS</span> (Certified Spy School). Then they had to learn to disguise themselves by dressing up in spy outfits and glasses for a photo-op. Then we did an obstacle course, training them physically. The "guess-what-the-picture-is-of-on-my-back" trained them to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">interrogate</span> people. The three-legged race trained them to get-a<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">way</span> with someone tied or hand-cuffed to them.</div>
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Then we told them they had graduated from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">CSS</span> and we needed them for a mission: Someone had stolen all the birthday presents! Oh No! They had to follow the clues to get the thief and retrieve the presents. The clues were all written in code and took them all over the house and yard. Each child was given an envelope with information to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">de</span>-code each clue. For example, read the message in the mirror (the clue was written backwards), only read the words in red, cross out all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Bs</span> and Cs, read only the letters in the boxes, etc. The kids had a lot of fun with this, but I didn't count on some of them not being able to read. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Opps</span>.</div>
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The cake was a question mark. Asia requested blue frosting and green polka dots. Then we sent them outside with dollar store water bottles for a water fight. This was great because it cooled them off, kept them busy until their parents came, and washed all the cake and frosting off their clothing! Of course Asia said the funnest part of the party was the spray bottle water fight! And they were so excited they got to keep the water bottles!</div>
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Tyler</span> thinks these parties are more for me than for the girls. I love to come up with the themes and games. I get more excited for it than my kids do. Unfortunately, Tyler saw the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Groupon</span> for a YMCA swim party this week and Kara wants to do that for her party. Thank you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Groupon</span>!</div>
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Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-58412796557423223362011-06-12T19:29:00.000-07:002011-06-12T19:41:38.516-07:00CRAZY HAIR DAY<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YykF4LiCoxw/TfV3qdXBRNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/9eA8BjbJZW4/s1600/IMG_0730.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617527681533953234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YykF4LiCoxw/TfV3qdXBRNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/9eA8BjbJZW4/s400/IMG_0730.JPG" /></a> My kids favorite day of school is crazy hair day. We plan for the whole year what we are going to do for crazy hair day. This year I braided 80 silly bands into Kara's hair. It was so cool.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcmWkIyy5-E/TfV3jm0QrII/AAAAAAAAAbA/e6iHiu9n72E/s1600/IMG_0731.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617527563813432450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcmWkIyy5-E/TfV3jm0QrII/AAAAAAAAAbA/e6iHiu9n72E/s400/IMG_0731.JPG" /></a><br />Asia had so many ideas. She wanted curls, braids, flips, etc, etc. Finally we came up with the idea of Polly pocket dresses. I put small cups upside down on her head and put the polly pockets in them. Then I pulled the hair up and over so it looked like a polly pocket with hair as a dress. She was so happy with it that I couldn't pull her away from the mirror to continue getting ready for school.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJyixAvCNaQ/TfV3X2J5aBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/5d0WEAE_txY/s1600/IMG_0758.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617527361772283922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJyixAvCNaQ/TfV3X2J5aBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/5d0WEAE_txY/s400/IMG_0758.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HdKIDRZE8a8/TfV3Knok9DI/AAAAAAAAAaw/AfIAKNucy6I/s1600/IMG_0738.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617527134536135730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HdKIDRZE8a8/TfV3Knok9DI/AAAAAAAAAaw/AfIAKNucy6I/s400/IMG_0738.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nujAXMYIjY/TfV2-PCgSXI/AAAAAAAAAao/ox56hCChbw4/s1600/IMG_0745.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617526921775565170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nujAXMYIjY/TfV2-PCgSXI/AAAAAAAAAao/ox56hCChbw4/s400/IMG_0745.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-66484260568642165102010-11-08T12:15:00.001-08:002010-11-08T12:50:46.733-08:00Halloween 2010<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNhdc0F71AI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Y5TzUhCDcnw/s1600/IMG_0568.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537278491453281282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNhdc0F71AI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Y5TzUhCDcnw/s400/IMG_0568.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Brynn was a lady bug. Only because I got the costume on sale for $7!! She did look really cute though.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNhdUF4ISWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/W9v7IsUFZkA/s1600/asiasupergirl2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537278341608393058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNhdUF4ISWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/W9v7IsUFZkA/s400/asiasupergirl2.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNhfNe26HsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2RTIUR7__Ec/s1600/asiasupergirl3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537280427078328002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNhfNe26HsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2RTIUR7__Ec/s320/asiasupergirl3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNhfEDkA3TI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Vncx_l5oKoA/s1600/asiasupergirl.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537280265132498226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNhfEDkA3TI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Vncx_l5oKoA/s320/asiasupergirl.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>After months of changing her mind, Asia settled on Supergirl for her costume. She had wanted karate girl, Hannah Montana, Princess Analise, Three Musketeer (barbie), and my favorite a ninja. She had a lot of fun posing for people and showing off her "moves".<br /></div><br /><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNhdPp2AMCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Cu--y-yC_Q4/s1600/asiasupergirl3.jpg"></a></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537280701594802242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNhfddgvGEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/M2PrxO_D0gI/s400/IMG_0586.JPG" /><br /><div><div>Kara was Hannah Montana again. I think she was most excited to wear the wig. She came up with her costume all by herself and I didn't have to sew anything!<br /></div><br /><div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537282011713250354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNhgpuFUJDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Mwjzj18_sJ8/s400/karahannah2.jpg" />Here is Kara with her Kindergarten Hannah Montana Costume 2 years ago.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNha9cUvBjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/-074kMaDjmU/s1600/IMG_0576.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537275753473705522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNha9cUvBjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/-074kMaDjmU/s400/IMG_0576.JPG" /></a> Brynn and I at the church Halloween party.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNhaxZMO8vI/AAAAAAAAAY8/o5ZhesjMgGg/s1600/IMG_0592.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537275546474312434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TNhaxZMO8vI/AAAAAAAAAY8/o5ZhesjMgGg/s400/IMG_0592.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-60998921211584063942010-08-15T17:47:00.001-07:002010-08-15T18:11:44.695-07:00Brynns blessing<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505804488711631010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TGiMAvBocKI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iWVdZXO6wn8/s400/blessdress.jpg" />Brynn was blessed three weeks ago at Tyler's parents church. It was nice to have all the family there.<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505804605353525634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TGiMHhjOgYI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sYI1QV4f-so/s400/blessedit.jpg" /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TGiL4knV-HI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dfqfyZmmNsc/s1600/blesssleep.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505804348478060658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TGiL4knV-HI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dfqfyZmmNsc/s400/blesssleep.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TGiLyS_tkZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3WPslHh57Gw/s1600/atbbless.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505804240669217170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TGiLyS_tkZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3WPslHh57Gw/s400/atbbless.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TGiLrMziYBI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OLLqrow8O_0/s1600/sistersbless.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505804118748454930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TGiLrMziYBI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OLLqrow8O_0/s400/sistersbless.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TGiK0_OyhoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9IC7xJuaNU4/s1600/IMG_0158_edited-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505803187391727234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TGiK0_OyhoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9IC7xJuaNU4/s400/IMG_0158_edited-1.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Brynn is my only baby who loves the mobile. She is mezmorized by it. Here is her cooing and trying to talk to her bears on her mobile. I hope she likes her crib mobile as well.</div></div></div></div></div></div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-56117217632302194092010-06-18T19:25:00.000-07:002010-06-21T14:12:05.165-07:00Baby Brynn<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0Gwu_tMPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/aW53QwHRMTY/s1600/BBaker+-+09.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484547355525853426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0Gwu_tMPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/aW53QwHRMTY/s400/BBaker+-+09.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> Welcome Samantha Brynn Baker</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Born May 28, 2010</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></div></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0Gn1WxUfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kHdjgo5ceS0/s1600/BBaker+-+04.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484547202614383090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0Gn1WxUfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kHdjgo5ceS0/s400/BBaker+-+04.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0GRRLF9TI/AAAAAAAAAXc/kiWgTqkuFJM/s1600/30299_400465292262_94323192262_4481058_3309313_n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484546814944605490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0GRRLF9TI/AAAAAAAAAXc/kiWgTqkuFJM/s400/30299_400465292262_94323192262_4481058_3309313_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a> Brynn was my biggest at 8lbs 5oz. That was probably because she did not want to come on time. She was 4 days late, induced. But quick at 4 hours labor.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0GOfQ0KGI/AAAAAAAAAXU/vafMf9bI4sk/s1600/BBaker+-+11rs.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484546767187093602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0GOfQ0KGI/AAAAAAAAAXU/vafMf9bI4sk/s400/BBaker+-+11rs.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0F8jxq-EI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wdcvs1GQj5M/s1600/BBaker+-+16rs.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484546459161000002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0F8jxq-EI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wdcvs1GQj5M/s400/BBaker+-+16rs.jpg" /></a> A friend of mine, Misty Alger, gave me a free newborn baby shoot. Here is a cute picture of Brynn. She did not like this pose.<br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0FWTDV8MI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xhAOJ0QOUFs/s1600/brynnhair.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484545801836687554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0FWTDV8MI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xhAOJ0QOUFs/s400/brynnhair.jpg" /></a> One thing everyone comments about when seeing Brynn is her hair. 'She has so much hair'. 'Her hair is so dark, where did she get that from' ? If she didn't look so much like our other girls people would think we left the hospital with the wrong baby. But her hair is just like her older sister Kara's hair, just not as curly. We love it.<br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0FPdd7MyI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2j5Z-L5zHfA/s1600/brynnswingbw.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484545684373451554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0FPdd7MyI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2j5Z-L5zHfA/s400/brynnswingbw.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0EiMmfUzI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_-iMRCq5rLs/s1600/brynnbedbw2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484544906751857458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0EiMmfUzI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_-iMRCq5rLs/s400/brynnbedbw2.jpg" /></a> One thing about Brynn (and I hope I am not jinxing this ) is she is a good sleeper. At night she always goes at least four hours between waking up. Some times she goes 8-9 hours at a time! Also, she is a very quiet sleeper. I have to reach over and see if she is breathing because she is so quiet. She is not as quiet when she is awake! She has a temper. (Of course from Tyler). If she doesn't get to eat right when she wakes up she will scream non-stop.</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0EGtMLu9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/hSRUs5u_zhE/s1600/brynntyler.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484544434463554514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0EGtMLu9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/hSRUs5u_zhE/s400/brynntyler.jpg" /></a> Tyler prides himself on being able to put Brynn to sleep. He would never admit it but he loves to hold and cuddle with Brynn. Tyler has been able to take time off work to stay home with me for this post-partum period and it has really helped. I have slept when I want to and have recovered better than with any other child. I am so lucky!<br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0DbnkTd-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/WMptUlcyPjk/s1600/brynnkara.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484543694219737058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0DbnkTd-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/WMptUlcyPjk/s400/brynnkara.jpg" /></a> Kara adores the baby. She loves to hold her and gets jealous if I want to hold Brynn. She always wants to help change Brynn's diaper or change her clothes. She loves to sing to calm the baby. She will be a loving sister.<br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0DH25ZU5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/M5lZYM8eQUg/s1600/brynnasiaprincess.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484543354737349522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/TB0DH25ZU5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/M5lZYM8eQUg/s400/brynnasiaprincess.jpg" /></a> Asia loves baby Brynn. She will hold her for about 30 sec until her attention is diverted elsewhere. She is having a hard time with having to wait for things because mommy is taking care of Baby Brynn. Asia likes to help calm the baby by either sticking the binki in her mouth (even if she doesn't want it) or singing softly to her. The singing helps much more.<br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-82467112223119194802009-07-12T10:01:00.001-07:002009-07-19T18:29:33.918-07:00Yellowstone vacationHere are some picture of our most recent Yellowstone vacation. Everything was picture worthy. I had a great time.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SmPIANpUAwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QM5CwhBiaCc/s1600-h/yellowstonecanyonlds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360347887489516290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SmPIANpUAwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QM5CwhBiaCc/s400/yellowstonecanyonlds.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Yellowstone Lower Falls.<br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SmPGE2iJx0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/DJqDwTVue28/s1600-h/castlegeyser.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345768161560386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SmPGE2iJx0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/DJqDwTVue28/s400/castlegeyser.jpg" border="0" /></a> Castle Geyser</div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SmPFKXiQrmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/4_ido4zWddE/s1600-h/lodgepolepool.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360344763408100962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SmPFKXiQrmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/4_ido4zWddE/s400/lodgepolepool.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Lodgepole pine hot pool<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360346781582050866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SmPG_10bRjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/EqE7VoZ2uAU/s400/mainterrace.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360346524056961170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SmPGw2dqQJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Aq5JZjJcayA/s400/mammothscallops.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SmPE6ZTX2RI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lTl0REl096g/s1600-h/mammothpal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360344489004620050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SmPE6ZTX2RI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lTl0REl096g/s400/mammothpal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Mammoth Springs. I am so glad we made the drive!<br /><br /><div>Wildlife pictures:<br /><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345243379867554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SmPFmTkcn6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Wfm0wH1qFYQ/s400/bisonwalk2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Lindsey and Brett on the walk with a bison. They did not really follow this warning very well:<br /></div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345588454294738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SmPF6ZEmhNI/AAAAAAAAAVU/wqYCo8XM2iU/s400/bewarebuffalo.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Slonqd0QilI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CWgj8DMO-mA/s1600-h/noparking.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357638317222431314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Slonqd0QilI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CWgj8DMO-mA/s400/noparking.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357638144841005858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SlongbpUuyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/f3aZoO7P9p8/s400/bisonheard.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SlonUgsbR7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/i8xSwCdYYG8/s1600-h/cyeote1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357637940037765042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SlonUgsbR7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/i8xSwCdYYG8/s400/cyeote1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SlonNFboZoI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lwW9W5jqufQ/s1600-h/eaglefar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357637812460480130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SlonNFboZoI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lwW9W5jqufQ/s400/eaglefar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yellowstones famous geysers:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SlomdSWZVGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/-WiV0BwdKak/s1600-h/bewaregyser.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357636991294461026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SlomdSWZVGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/-WiV0BwdKak/s400/bewaregyser.jpg" border="0" /></a> Another fun picture. Warnings like this are all over Yellowstone. Sometimes I guess you just have to be graphic.<br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SlomFfg9PzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8i941bLYxcQ/s1600-h/asiastink2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357636582511558450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SlomFfg9PzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8i941bLYxcQ/s400/asiastink2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Asia had a really hard time with the "STINKY!!" geysers.<br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Slol0FJGArI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3l46QSv4DFE/s1600-h/oldfaithful.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357636283374371506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Slol0FJGArI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3l46QSv4DFE/s400/oldfaithful.jpg" border="0" /></a> My kids' favorite: Old Faithful (and contrary to popular belief as "faithful" as ever)<br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SlolpHhledI/AAAAAAAAAT0/72tRoJtLCyY/s1600-h/oldfaithfulfamily.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357636095035406802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SlolpHhledI/AAAAAAAAAT0/72tRoJtLCyY/s400/oldfaithfulfamily.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Family waiting for Old Faithful<br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SloY2ZiDY_I/AAAAAAAAATM/WEvZBMWMGwI/s1600-h/column.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357622029556343794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SloY2ZiDY_I/AAAAAAAAATM/WEvZBMWMGwI/s400/column.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Column at Lewis and Clark Caves (100,000's years in the making)<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357621656565290370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SloYgsCDlYI/AAAAAAAAATE/MSjHDVW9Byc/s400/chromaticpool.jpg" border="0" />Chromatic Pool - Old Faithful Upper Geyser Walk (I love this picture!)<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357621132507067586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SloYCLw1tMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lvquAHStDLQ/s400/backcanyon.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Yellowstone canyon. Looking from the falls.<br /><br />Hope you enjoyed the pictures. Much prettier in real life!Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-54738649032600411882009-03-01T16:43:00.000-08:002009-03-15T20:24:14.999-07:00Sisters<div align="center"><br /><strong>Sisters<br /></strong><br />If sisters were flowers, </div><div align="center">I'd still pick you.</div><div align="center">I'd let the sun shine so you'd never be blue.</div><div align="center">I'd show the world how beautifully you grew,</div><div align="center">with bright bold colors and strength through & through.</div><div align="center">If sisters were flowers, </div><div align="center">I'd pick you right away.</div><div align="center">Because you cheer me up and bring smiles each day.</div><div align="center">If sisters were flowers, for what it's worth.</div><div align="center">I'd always pick you ... the best sister on earth.</div><br />Author: Gina Lauchner<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308388625194736210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SasvVF502lI/AAAAAAAAASk/J8PuG4zMCSE/s400/PICT4689.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />"Mom, I wish Asia and I were twins because then we could go to school together and wear the same clothes all the time."<br /><br />When they are home, they do everything together...<br /><br /><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Sasu2zpCMkI/AAAAAAAAASc/Py64oEyrHmA/s1600-h/sistersled.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308388104896393794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Sasu2zpCMkI/AAAAAAAAASc/Py64oEyrHmA/s400/sistersled.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />They work together to solve problems, like how to get a sled to go uphill. And how to be safe when riding the sled (bike helmets!)<br /></p><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Sasut9dXCYI/AAAAAAAAASU/8L4pqoidCaY/s1600-h/lunchparty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308387952912959874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Sasut9dXCYI/AAAAAAAAASU/8L4pqoidCaY/s400/lunchparty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes Asia is the mom and Kara is the child. Sometimes Kara is the mom and Asia is the dog. Sometimes Asia is the mom and Kara is the Dad. But you never can tell because it will switch mid-game.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Sasum2qmyRI/AAAAAAAAASM/sk0YkNZiVF0/s1600-h/sweeping.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308387830830385426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Sasum2qmyRI/AAAAAAAAASM/sk0YkNZiVF0/s400/sweeping.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"Here Asia, you can use the little broom and I will use the big broom, cause I am bigger." Then they both go to work. Both are humming while they clean. A habit they picked up from their mother. Today it was high school muscial. I would have joined in but they were each humming a different song as loud as they could.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SasuewvdTpI/AAAAAAAAASE/6-yXZ_k6FMc/s1600-h/preschoolbooks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308387691801169554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SasuewvdTpI/AAAAAAAAASE/6-yXZ_k6FMc/s400/preschoolbooks.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />They love to play school. Guess who is the teacher....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SasuXGBj9oI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_zfriEhe1_E/s1600-h/eatyogurt2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308387560075294338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SasuXGBj9oI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_zfriEhe1_E/s400/eatyogurt2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />They compliment each other. Kara invents the game and Asia brings the creativity. Kara just goes along with the changes Asia makes to the game. Here they were experimenting with stirring colored yogurt together to see what color came out.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SasuQxn3NoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0nZ8-8UeO5Y/s1600-h/dance2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308387451519579778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SasuQxn3NoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0nZ8-8UeO5Y/s400/dance2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Oh and the dancing! As soon as music comes on in my house, Kara and Asia have dresses on and they are dancing. They feed off each other to learn new dance moves and to perform for each other.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SasuJJyB79I/AAAAAAAAARs/mAuGUn9Q4z0/s1600-h/backrub.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308387320565723090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SasuJJyB79I/AAAAAAAAARs/mAuGUn9Q4z0/s400/backrub.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Asia always gets Kara to give her a back rub. I have never seen Asia give Kara a back rub though.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SasuDllobUI/AAAAAAAAARk/WynpXNwkHgA/s1600-h/tvapples.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308387224950697282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SasuDllobUI/AAAAAAAAARk/WynpXNwkHgA/s400/tvapples.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I love this picture. They are both sitting watching Hannah Montana -their favorite- TV show and eating -their favorite- apples (Kara - green, Asia-red with no skins) and cuddling with their "blue blankets" (Kara's really is blue which is why she named it that. Asia thinks that "blue blanket" means favorite blanket hence the name).</div><br />They truely are each other's best friend!<br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-85185067866047992742009-02-04T19:41:00.000-08:002009-02-04T20:13:28.518-08:00SissorsCleaning the girls' playroom, I stubbled upon two very curious bags....<br /><div><div><div><div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299153839729444450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SYpgV1M4hmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rzkTUGJG7z4/s400/dollhair.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>At first I thought, <em>What is this? Oh no... </em><br /><br /><div>Yes. It finally happened. Kara discovered that her paper sissors could be used to cut hair. Immediately I went to Kara. I was furious. "What is this!" I exclaimed, while holding a bag out to her. I could tell by the look on her face that she knew exactly what it was and that she was terrified. (Had I never explained to her that sissors are for paper only? -Oh yea this was Kara who never broke the rules- She probably didn't even know it was wrong.) After those few seconds, I calmed down. It took me a lot longer to convince Kara that she could tell me the truth and I would not ground her. ...<br /></div><br /><div>"Mom, I just wanted them to have short hair..."<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SYphwotvHfI/AAAAAAAAARE/58Y1ZAnvyCY/s1600-h/babyhaircut2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299155399745674738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SYphwotvHfI/AAAAAAAAARE/58Y1ZAnvyCY/s200/babyhaircut2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SYph0Urk9FI/AAAAAAAAARM/ynCQJBAO2Aw/s1600-h/babyhaircut3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299155463087387730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SYph0Urk9FI/AAAAAAAAARM/ynCQJBAO2Aw/s200/babyhaircut3.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SYph0Urk9FI/AAAAAAAAARM/ynCQJBAO2Aw/s1600-h/babyhaircut3.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SYph0Urk9FI/AAAAAAAAARM/ynCQJBAO2Aw/s1600-h/babyhaircut3.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SYph0Urk9FI/AAAAAAAAARM/ynCQJBAO2Aw/s1600-h/babyhaircut3.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It didn't help that Tyler thought the haircuts looked good.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SYphghzVS2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HC1eYIasDxs/s1600-h/babyhaircut1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299155123012193122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SYphghzVS2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HC1eYIasDxs/s200/babyhaircut1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299155793997676418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SYpiHlavP4I/AAAAAAAAARU/zNyDeU0dVDI/s200/babyhaircut4.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div>This was a good time to talk about asking mommy before cutting hair off the dolls and stuffed animals (Elmo included). Thank goodness it was just the doll hair.<br /><br /></div><div> </div></div></div></div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-37932317425630702162009-01-11T09:03:00.000-08:002009-01-18T20:15:54.855-08:00Anniversary MonthFirst of all... Dad, I saw this in the paper today and thought of you!<br /><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292852511460660274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SXP9UQIllDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3KyGqe62FsU/s400/sleep.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Happy Anniversary AGGGHHHH!!!!!!</div><br /><div>On January 6th we were married 8 years. Not only was it our anniversary on Jan 6, 2009, but it was the day that the tempurature out side finally rose, very quickly melting the 5 feet of snow around our house. I have learned and been warned that when this happens there is always a flood warning. I had been checking my basement all day for water leaks, etc. At 10:30 pm we were ready to go to bed and one last check in the basement showed a small amount of water collecting on the basement window ledge. </div><div> </div><div>Outside we discovered a window well full of water! Easily fixed. Tyler scoops all the water out of the window well. Then we dug in the snow to find the rain gutter pipes so that we could make sure the were not freezing to allow the 5 feet of snow (now water) to drain off the roof. A half an hour later, we checked the window well again. FULL!!!! Oh no.....</div><div><br /> </div></div><div><div>We stayed up until 3 am trying to fix the problem. Tyler shoveled all the snow for a 8 foot radius around the window. I ran to the only open Walmart (30 miles away) to get sandbags. After packing the window and shoveling snow, it was still filling up fast. The rain gutter was leaking near the window, so we put a large bucket to catch the dripping (we were empting that every hour as well). Still the window well was filling up. We found out that the water was coming from the bottom of the window well up. Apparently the ground was frozen and could not hold all the water from the melting snow.</div><div> </div><div>So... After 3 am. I woke up every hour to clean out the window well. Tyler woke up at 6am to go to work. Pour Tyler he was on call the next day and destined not to be able to make up the sleep. Finally the next day I got up with a ladder and temporarily fixed the rain gutter with a piece of quilters pattern plastic. The ground thawed, the rain gutter was fixed and the soil was not saturated anymore = crisis averted. While looking for rain gutter peices at Home Depot (which they did not carry!!!), I heard many more stories of waking up to flooded basements. I am so glad that we checked our window before bed. Right next to that window was my bookshelf full of my favorite books!<br /></div><div> </div><div>Happy anniversary!</div><div> </div><div>Here is the gutter problem fixed. The bottom picture shows the piece of quilting plastic circled. I put this picture up by request of my mom.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292851451203280562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SXP8WiXh3rI/AAAAAAAAAQI/upuvMLBXF-U/s400/gutter.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292852367527738226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SXP9L38Te3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/UZ5qyqbZyqE/s400/gutter1.JPG" border="0" />Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-69335957787629476362009-01-05T19:12:00.000-08:002009-01-06T20:27:04.453-08:00Love/Hate snow<strong>My love/hate relationship with the snow</strong><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>Love:</strong> The beauty of the snow. Every tree is covered with white delicate snow and the landscape is breathtaking. Some times I get distracted by the view when driving (not good when driving in snow.)</div><div><br /><div><strong>Hate:</strong> The Slushy mess of melting snow. Just as the snow is beautiful after a morning snow fall it is gross as it melts. The brown slush stains everything and every store is sold out of snow boots. I am running out of tennis shoes!</div></div><br /><div><strong>Love:</strong> Chains. With tire chains on, I feel like I am a four-wheeler off-roading. And I can put them on in 5 minutes flat! Occasionally a man will stop to ask if I need help with my tire chains, but I decline. I am sure that I am ten times faster at putting them on than he would be. Too bad I can't go over 30 mph with them.</div><br /><div><strong>Hate:</strong> Being stuck inside during the blizzard. Another woe of a two-wheel driver. Which is why Christmas was very small this year. My husband's favorite gift this year: unsented chap stick!</div><div></div><br /><div><strong>Love:</strong> Sweaters. I love to wear sweaters. Soft, cozy, cute.</div><br /><div><strong>Hate:</strong> Going to church in the snow. Walking in church shoes with the only covering for the legs being a thin skirt and nylons, and the men in their suits deciding the temperature should be set at 65 degrees!!! </div><div></div><br /><div><strong>Love:</strong> Space Heaters. I would sit infront of one all day, even if I was sweating.</div><div></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288021574212918482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SWLTmseQHNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2IEzuda9RlM/s400/asiakarasnow.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>So far this season, we have received over 65 inches of snow! Roofs all over town are colapsing. Walmart (yes Walmart) was closed for 4 days to clean snow off the roof. I heard a rumor that if you were looking for quick money to show up at the Costco in town and get immediately hired by the roofing company for $50 an hour to shovel snow off roofs!</div><div> </div><div>Tyler was up on the roof shoveling off snow. The thought in my head at that time was "It would be cheaper if the roof fell in and we had to replace the roof and get all new furniture, than if Tyler needed back surgery from falling off the roof and breaking his back!!!" Too bad he didn't listen to me.</div><br /><div></div><div>Speaking of backs, I have discovered muscles in my back I never knew were there. Growing up my mother or older brothers always shoveled the snow. At first I liked shoveling the snow. I felt like I was getting a good work out. Now I feel like I am just abusing my body. A week ago I could not lift my left arm because I had injured my elbow shoveling the burm left by the plow. I was not going to complain though. I was so happy just to see the snow plow in our culdesac. </div><br /><div></div><div>To be fair, I am not shoveling as much as most people in our city. My neighbors have a snow blower and love to use it. This morning my neighbor was out snow blowing my driveway at 8am! I wanted to go out and hug him (only it was snowing and I was in my pajamas).</div><br /><div></div><div>Asia walked out of preschool a few days ago and asked, "Mom, when will it be summer?" Not for along time. Occasionally, the kids are having fun outside in the snow. We have went sledding a few times. I laughed myself to tears watching Tyler fall 4 times while trying to sled down a hill in a sled that was too small. </div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>School is back in session tomorrow. I am so happy! Many parents are upset due to the fact that the sidewalks are buried in 5 feet of snow and the school roofs are flat (making them in danger of colapsing). The problem is that when they write to the newspaper about it, they have 10-12 spelling errors in each paragraph, making their arguement of not sending the kids to school null and void.</div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>Good and Bad it has been quite the winter so far!</div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-70414292094765124172008-12-18T09:25:00.000-08:002008-12-18T11:43:27.108-08:00And it keeps coming!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUqRDgwyf9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/aSWPgqBHiR0/s1600-h/neighborhoodsnow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281193002565533650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUqRDgwyf9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/aSWPgqBHiR0/s400/neighborhoodsnow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div>Snow, snow, snow and more snow. That was life has been like here. On the hill that I live on (about the size of Blackfoot) there are only two roads open for traffic, and chains are required (even if you have snow tires). The snow plows have been exclusively working on those two roads and none of the side roads have even seen a snow plow. Yesterday, my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">neighbors</span> snow plowed my driveway twice. Each time getting rid of 5 inches of snow. I shoveled my walk and my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">neighbor's</span> walk to see that 5 hours later you couldn't tell it had been touched. Last night at midnight I witnessed a crazy 4 wheeler-plow attempting to plow a path down the road our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">culdesac</span> connects with. </div><br /><div>This morning I woke up and could not tell where the driveways or sidewalks were. Yet again my neighbor came to my aid and have snow plowed my driveway again. Although I am humbled by their service, I won't be able to even get my car on the road because my car does not have 4 wheel drive and even if it did, it is too low to push through the two feet of snow on the roads. From what I hear from the neighbors, the snow plow is likely not to come through for 2 more days. Everyone in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">neighborhood</span> is outside working on the roads. The 4 wheeler-plow from last night is stuck in the middle of the adjacent road and my next door <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">neighbor</span> is outside with his turbo snow blower trying to clear a small path down our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">culdesac</span>. I wonder when he is going to run out of gas. </div><br /><div>I am running out of milk. I am guarding my 1 cup carefully from my kids. Asia is mad because I am not letting her have any milk. I have to go outside and clear the 2 feet of snow off my heat pump so it doesn't die. Maybe I can get my neighbor with four wheel drive and a large truck to pick me up some milk on his way home from work. My kids have snow coats but no snow pants and not the best gloves. I don't have any snow boots or adequate snow gloves. At least we have a snow shovel and a little bit of wood if our heat dies.<br /></div><div>Also Tyler is stuck at the hospital. He was on call yesterday when all of this happened and will have to sleep at the hospital today, and maybe tonight again. The hospital is on Code D, which means no one leaves because there is no one that can get there to replace them in this disaster snow storm. </div><br /><div>On the news they are saying that this is a record snowfall for a 24 hour period (I am glad I could come in time to see it j/k). The horrible winter last year has been surpassed in one day! And it just keeps coming!!!!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281192752995756466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUqQ0_Ct6bI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3jkEfePnKXw/s320/backyardsno.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div>My backyard play structure covered with snow<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281192885973024946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUqQ8ua-ALI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vfiwmBdtmVg/s320/nieghborsnowblower.jpg" border="0" /><br />My neighbor snow-blowing the road.Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-69988863005039785412008-12-14T21:35:00.000-08:002008-12-14T22:15:56.635-08:00Winter is here<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUXx0KhigeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KXOnD98trjI/s1600-h/cmssisters3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892016642294242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUXx0KhigeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KXOnD98trjI/s400/cmssisters3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>This year I was too late to do formal Christmas pictures so at 7:30pm I made them get all dressed up and bribed them with ice cream to get a decent photo op. I got about 3 good pictures.<br /><div></div><div>2 days ago it finally snowed. My girls have been waiting so long. Every morning they look out the window waiting for the snow. As soon as it snowed, Kara was outside playing. She refused to come in (except for hot chocolate and then out again). I had to force her to come inside as it was getting dark, and I was afraid she would get frost bite. Asia is not as warm blooded as Kara. She will go outside for 5 minutes and then plead to come inside. </div><br /><div></div><div>That night the temperature dropped to the negative teens! It has been so cold. It reminds me of Seattle when the whole city shut down because of the cold and the snow. Of course no one really insulates their house in Seattle. Here everyone is still going about their day despite the ARTIC WINDS. Even church today was packed!</div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892548817053090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUXyTJB45aI/AAAAAAAAAOw/waGmnI3zZJs/s400/asiafall.jpg" border="0" /> This fall Asia loved piling up and jumping in the leaves from our Cherry tree.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892868149629186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUXyluotUQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JkXXLNdzw2s/s400/asialeafjump.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />We went home for thanksgiving this year and had a blast with the whole family. I caught these picture before we left. I am sad that I am not able to go home for Christmas. I hope I will not be too homesick.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279893415240143186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUXzFktQEVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Iccq76xdQvU/s400/kabrett.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279893613513504850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUXzRHVTeFI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Gvy0yIjnrp4/s400/lckb.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUXzfkisWDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6I-ao-CRZ04/s1600-h/asiaeyeglasses.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279893861872457778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUXzfkisWDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6I-ao-CRZ04/s200/asiaeyeglasses.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUXzo-fUGiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ycx7-l4RSx4/s1600-h/karaeyeglasses.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279894023456430626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SUXzo-fUGiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ycx7-l4RSx4/s200/karaeyeglasses.jpg" border="0" /></a>Silly kids!</p>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-3578555967076137542008-11-02T16:26:00.000-08:002008-11-02T17:07:27.592-08:00Happy Halloween!<div><div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5Gx1cewlI/AAAAAAAAANo/83_DkovmEfU/s1600-h/4pumpkins.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264222836416758354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5Gx1cewlI/AAAAAAAAANo/83_DkovmEfU/s400/4pumpkins.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Our pumkins. We got them carved (decorated) just in time for Halloween. I was the only one who wanted to cut and gut the pumpkin. My girly-girls were too disgusted.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5Fgwr-OPI/AAAAAAAAANA/Z_drAxh3Wk4/s1600-h/karahannah4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264221443570153714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 322px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5Fgwr-OPI/AAAAAAAAANA/Z_drAxh3Wk4/s400/karahannah4.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hannah Montana! When we got to school Kara's teacher laughed. She told me that Kara has been drawing herself with blonde hair all week, preparing for Halloween. Kara even acted the part at home, wildly singing into the mic.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264222288516375122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 383px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5GR8W2YlI/AAAAAAAAANY/HAWBqeaSIMw/s400/asiagiraffe3.jpg" border="0" /> Asia wanted to be a giraffe! She spent the day explaining to everyone that giraffes eat leaves.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5FxObniUI/AAAAAAAAANI/soZuoAH81Yg/s1600-h/karahannah.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264221726432528706" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 229px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5FxObniUI/AAAAAAAAANI/soZuoAH81Yg/s320/karahannah.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5F6OsqS8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/AFIaXM9yXYE/s1600-h/asiagiraffe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264221881122835394" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 229px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5F6OsqS8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/AFIaXM9yXYE/s320/asiagiraffe.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When it came time for trick or treating the kids were so excited! Both went out, but after about a half an hour Asia came back. She was tired and cold. She spent the rest of the evening handing out candy with me. Whenever someone came to the door with a scary costume she would glare at them and refuse to give them candy.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264222572604204258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 176px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5GieqqpOI/AAAAAAAAANg/Y1IoMzt3bsI/s400/asiagiraffe4.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Tired Asia</div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5G5CAdmkI/AAAAAAAAANw/JD8Oo6U_eWI/s1600-h/karapumpkin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264222960047987266" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 134px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5G5CAdmkI/AAAAAAAAANw/JD8Oo6U_eWI/s200/karapumpkin.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5HKtS2HlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/tSIQ0rLAQA4/s1600-h/tylerpumpkin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223263725592146" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 134px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5HKtS2HlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/tSIQ0rLAQA4/s200/tylerpumpkin.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5HCb_-K6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/bUcYiFKByko/s1600-h/asiapumpkin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223121644071842" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 134px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5HCb_-K6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/bUcYiFKByko/s200/asiapumpkin.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5HZcOnsmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/EEHMlVHTt28/s1600-h/amerypumpkin1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223516842504802" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 133px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SQ5HZcOnsmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/EEHMlVHTt28/s200/amerypumpkin1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After Halloween....</div><div> I call these days Seattle Days. Where the sky is dark with thick clouds and only the hint of rain in the air. I welcome the calm. My children have disappeared. I can hear them singing and playing in the corners of the house. So, I find peace in the mundane house work… mopping floors, laundry, organizing closets. Between each task I can curl up with my favorite book and steal a piece of enjoyment. Every hour or so the children resurface and we get a snack, solve an argument, or sing a song together, then they are off again. I try not to think of the mess I will be coaxing them to clean up later. Tyler is on call at the hospital. If the timing is right, later today we can go see him and the kids can eat at the hospital. They love it; even if the only thing they eat is cheetos. Happy Seattle Day!<br /><br />Yesterday was fun… but lets start the night before the day before Halloween. I admire my mother and because of that, I try to do a lot of things the way she would do them. My mother made all of our Halloween costumes. I must follow in the same tradition. It is a lot harder than thought. I gave up and bought Asia’s costume, but I was determined this year with Kara. She wanted to be Hannah Montana. She had never seen the show until a week ago. While watching it, she kept yelling at me that the show was not coming on. She did not understand that Miley and Hannah Montana are the same person. Even at the end when “Hannah Montana” showed up she wanted to know why she wasn’t singing. I tried to talk her out of the costume, thinking that every girl her age would be wearing it, but there was no point. Every store we went to had huge posters, backpacks, shirts, purses, belts, hats…etc of Hannah Montana. And with every store Kara was more convinced that this was her every dream!<br /><br />So I started early. I bought the fabric 3 weeks before Halloween. I bought the wig and the microphone early as well. I quickly made the shirt and thought this is too easy. I waited a week to start the pants. Unfortunately I had the wrong fabric and the pants were so tight Asia couldn’t even wear them. Then I decided to modify a pajama pant pattern. Instead of Hannah Montana pants I got pants from the Jetsons. Grudingly I let Kara try it on. I could tell by the look on her face that she was very disappointed. “Mom, but where is the jacket. Hannah Montana always wears a jacket.” This was the night before the day before Halloween. I went to bed and did not sleep. I toss and turned trying to figure an easy way to get a jacket to go with the bright purple fabric.<br /><br />The next day, as soon as Kara was at school I ran to the fabric store and picked out some purple denim. The whole day was spent furiously deciphering a pattern for a Hannah Montana jacket. I only got up to feed the kids and check on them every hour or so. Tyler came home, seeing the house a wreck, bless his heart even though he was not in the best of moods, feed the kids dinner and got them to bed. At 9pm I finished the jacket. Then I again remembered my mother and the many times that she stayed up most of the night to work on my costume or prom dress. I think I appreciate her much more now. Needless to say, I did not dress up. But Halloween was lots of fun and Kara and Asia had a blast in their costumes! </div></div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-16404864348045884262008-10-05T20:07:00.000-07:002008-10-06T19:52:21.179-07:00Birthday Month<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SOmBT_9DmdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kW3waPCaolw/s1600-h/3bdcake2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253872620889414098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SOmBT_9DmdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kW3waPCaolw/s400/3bdcake2.jpg" border="0" /></a>This month is birthday month for our family. I got to plan and carry out 2 birthday parties. Asia's was first. She got one present from mom and dad, but it was a good one: Magna Tiles. I will have to show you a picture in a later blog, but she loved them. She had friends from the ward and neighborhood over. Although mom planned a few games (animal charades, bubbles, etc). The kids just wanted to roll around in the grass.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SOmB90nvpqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/n_M6bk3ZgnE/s1600-h/6bdcake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253873339401741986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SOmB90nvpqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/n_M6bk3ZgnE/s400/6bdcake.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kara was next. Kara wanted a cheetah cake for her birthday (Don't ask me why). This was the best I could do. When I asked Kara: "How do you like it?" She said: "Mom, it doesn't have black on it." Well you can't please everyone. Her friends thought it was cool. Kara's birthday was a little more stressful because Tyler was on-call that day and I had to manage 8 six year olds solo. Everyone had fun and the games were a little more successful (tightrope walking, beanbag throwing, dress up, etc.) Kara's only request for her party was a treasure hunt. It was a huge success here are the clues if you would like to read them:<br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><b><u><span style="font-family:courier new;">Kara’s 5<sup>th</sup> Birthday Treasure Hunt<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></u></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><b><u><o:p><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"></span></o:p></u><span style="font-family:courier new;">I am the monsterous fire breathing dragon and I have hidden your treasure. To find it you are going to have follow my trail and find my hidden clues. Arrgggg! Are you smart enough to find all the clues and get to the treasure? If you think you are, here is the first clue:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><b><o:p></o:p><span style="font-family:courier new;">I love to hear beautiful music. But to hear this beautiful music you have to go to the black instrument and use the white keys. (Piano)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><b><o:p></o:p><span style="font-family:courier new;">You have unlocked my music. Ha ha ha ha, but now I have captured a princess and put her to sleep in a bed at the end of the hall of many doors. (Princess on the bed)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><b><o:p></o:p><span style="font-family:courier new;">So you have rescued my sleeping princess, now you must catch Nemo before he escapes my castle by flushing himself down a drain to the ocean. All drains lead to the ocean you know. (Nemo by the Toilet)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><b><o:p></o:p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Oh fire boogers, I thought Nemo would escape, but it seems you have caught him. To find my next clue you must go where I can safely burn the fire I breathe.<o:p></o:p> (Fireplace)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><b><o:p></o:p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Hope you didn’t get burned by my fire. But alas you are all in trouble for there is an earthquake coming and if you do not find shelter under a wooden cave with wooden legs you will all be buried in castle rocks!!! Run! (Under the table)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><b><o:p></o:p><span style="font-family:courier new;">So you have survived my earthquake and fire. You are smarter than I thought. So to prove you are really worth my treasure you must solve a riddle for me.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p></o:p><span style="font-family:courier new;">I roar and tumble and blow hot air. When I am done you have clothes to wear.<o:p></o:p><br />(Drying Machine)</span></b><b><span style="font-size:20;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>All of Kara's friends loved the treasure hunt and at the end the treasure were the goodie-bags. There were a few of the girls that were scared that at the end a real dragon was going to pop out (Which made it all the more hilarious for me!)<br /><br />Also starting last month was soccer for Kara. At first I was yelling hard from the sidelines because Kara would simply stand at the back of the "swarm" and twirl her hair. "Run, Kara!" Kick the ball, Kara!" Stop twirling your hair, Kara!" When Tyler heard, he called me a soccer mom and told me I just needed to let her have fun. The next game, I told her if she scored a goal, I would buy her a candy bar. It worked! She started to play very well! I didn't get any of her 5-6 goals on camera, but here is a little clip of her playing soccer:<br /><br /><br /><br />I think she has her father's kick! At practice, they play a game to see who can kick the soccer ball the farthest and she always wins. Of coarse it helps that Tyler is always practicing with her. Unfortunately with his call lately he has not been able to make it to any of her games.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxNBVe5Ji_42J1bbQrvdMp_bb03qUMwIuHO-_67EKUPVbTf4YMZrtRJcIUYdtkOqeaOMVTlouYX2NUpJYh8yg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-17051274838901628042008-09-02T11:06:00.000-07:002008-09-02T11:35:56.636-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SL2GNIIw6uI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4x5whRuva8o/s1600-h/waitingbus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241493101409790690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SL2GNIIw6uI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4x5whRuva8o/s400/waitingbus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Today is the first day of Kindergarten. I have not cried yet, but I did cry at the Kindergarten orientation a week ago. Kara wanted to take the bus today. I wasn't too worried about it because lots of kids that she knows in the neighborhood take the same bus. So we sat out on the curb waiting for the bus this morning. One by one everyone from the neighborhood hops in their cars and drives to school. I started to get worried that Kara would be the only one on the bus. She was still determined to ride the bus to school. When the bus did come, I waved goodbye and she climbed on the bus. That's it, she is no longer a little girl under the complete control of her mom. Then I started to have horrible visions of her getting beat up on the bus, or crying that she didn't know how to get to kindergarten class (even though we went to the school and practiced it.) Now I can't wait till she gets home and we can talk about how her first day went.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Tyler is now fully into his call schedule. The nice thing is that, when there is nothing to do at the hospital, he gets to come home for a little while. It is so nice to see him for just an hour here or an hour there. I am glad we came to this residency.</div><br /><div></div><br />Summer is almost over. I am already wearing jackets and slippers in the house. To end the summer, I must tell you of the fun I had in Idaho. Everyone was there! It was so much fun to catch up with my brothers and sisters. I love that we all joke around and are as close as when we lived together. The girls had a blast. When driving home, Asia was trying to convince me that we needed to turn around and go back to grandma's house. Here are some of the pictures of the fun time.<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-48.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=2594073385374284616&site=widget-48.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2594073385374284616&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-48.slide.com/p1/2594073385374284616/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2594073385374284616&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-48.slide.com/p2/2594073385374284616/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2594073385374284616&amp;map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-48.slide.com/m/2594073385374284616/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2594073385374284616&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-48.slide.com/p4/2594073385374284616/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-5157959916507602132008-07-29T20:19:00.000-07:002008-07-29T21:31:06.418-07:00We've moved!<div><div><div><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SI_j3x7fdiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ov3dg70lPlg/s1600-h/PICT4247.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228648239835608610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SI_j3x7fdiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ov3dg70lPlg/s400/PICT4247.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So they say that if you have 3 major changes with in a month that you are at risk for a major breakdown. Tyler's arm surgery, moving, changing jobs, buying a house. I have had FOUR! But I finally feel like I am staying above water.</div><br /><div>We took the plunge and bought a house. With in the first month of moving in the fridge burned up, the dishwasher stopped working, the built in microwave died, the sprinkler system was discovered broken and the dryer stopped drying the clothes. (There is much more, but those are the major things). Talk about "when it rains it pours". These things were in addition to the repairs we already knew the house needed.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228649903152885410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SI_lYmRO7qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cNqy-lQ-ub0/s400/momdryervent.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>Tyler took this picture of me cleaning the dryer vent (notice my stupidity of no mask)<br /><br /><div>After screaming, yelling, and crying we got to work. We had a repair man fix the fridge. Tyler fixed the sprinkler system (thanks to AMI grounds keeping experience), and I researched and found a way to fix (or extend the pathetic life of) our dishwasher. Then Tyler and I sacrificed our lungs and cleaned out what we thought was all of the dryer vent. We pulled out a full garbage can of lint! Come to find out it was only about 1/4 of the length of the dryer vent which snakes all the way through the house to the back, under the deck! BAD DESIGN. So the dryer is working but taking twice as long to dry the clothes. Thank goodness we already had a spare microwave.<br /><br />So the house is in constant repair but many people tell me this is part of being a homeowner. (oh to go back to the simple life of renting). On the up side, I love the neighborhood. I live in a culdesac and it is wonderful for my kids! They have played outside every moment possible. It has only rained 2 days since we have been here and the sun is so beautiful.<br /></div><div></div><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SI_kKg39GtI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hLAqBtopT5I/s1600-h/karabikelean.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228648561674885842" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SI_kKg39GtI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hLAqBtopT5I/s320/karabikelean.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Kara has taught herself to ride her bike without training wheels. The day she learned, she had to show everyone in the neighborhood. They were all outside cheering for her. She was so happy. She loves praise. Asia has inherited a flinstone car (Little Tikes) that she has been riding all around the neighborhood, making deliveries (chalk writing on the side walk). </div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228648872479703362" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SI_kcmtmQUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EPBKTfc7BIo/s320/asiabikepose.jpg" border="0" /> <div>Speaking of inheriting, all the moms in the neighborhood have been doing spring cleaning, so almost every week Kara and Asia are getting hand-me-down toys from the neighbors. It is like Christmas! Kara's favorite is a barbie that sings. (We are all sick of hearing the two 30 sec songs over and over and over and over and over!!!!)</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228649397147797282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SI_k7JQOByI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Xk6BBoghI80/s200/asiapolly.jpg" border="0" /><br />Picture of Asia with her some of her inherited polly pocket dolls.<br /><br /><div>Work is going well. I really miss all my friends at my old job. No more Tuesday Subway's with Kim. No more chating with Lucia, Nancy, Cyndi, Liealoha.... I get my own office, but I just sit and read magazines insteading of socializing with friends. At first I was very depressed about all the differences between the jobs. Now I am realizing that although there are many differences each have their strengths and I will learn to love this job like I did the last job. </div><br /><div>My new calling is Primary Pianist. Wow! I was so excited for an easy calling. I practiced all week. Then Saturday I got a call that the Bishop wanted to talk to me again. Oh no... I definitely am not so lucky. Another calling was issued on top of being Primary Pianist. AND TYLER DOESN"T EVEN HAVE A CALLING! How does he do it?</div><div> </div><div>Well that's all for now. I know I don't update this near enough, but I am not sure how many people read it. So if you are bored enough to read my blog let me know and I will write more often. </div></div></div></div></div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-45192942415686454532008-04-17T21:02:00.000-07:002008-04-17T22:31:04.615-07:00Spring!<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAghbylf0DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bI_mI5j30Wk/s1600-h/easterdresseshug.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190435331863728178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAghbylf0DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bI_mI5j30Wk/s400/easterdresseshug.jpg" border="0" /></a> Asia and Kara's Easter dresses. As soon as they put them on, they were twirling and dancing around the house. They wore them all day. Here is a picture of Asia twirling...<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190435714115817538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAghyClf0EI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YzsTEGjavyU/s400/twirlasia.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><p>Tyler has been the stay at home mom lately. I have been studying for my board exam, which I took today. I won't find out how I did for 2 weeks. Anyway, I usually take the kids on their preschool field trips, but this time Tyler took them. They went to the farm. They got to see all the baby animals. They even got to feed a calf, which was the highlight of Asia's day.</p><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAgioClf0FI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rYFpQqcv7Po/s1600-h/asiamilkcow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190436641828753490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAgioClf0FI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rYFpQqcv7Po/s320/asiamilkcow.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAgjAClf0HI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5340DIvud0s/s1600-h/karamilkcow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190437054145613938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAgjAClf0HI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5340DIvud0s/s320/karamilkcow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>Potty Training: DONE. I cannot take any credit for potty training Asia. Unless you count taking everyone’s advice and waiting until she did it on her own. I can’t say I didn’t try to help her along. 4 months ago, I bought her pretty panties. She wanted to wear them but did not want to go potty in the toilet. So I told her she couldn’t wear them until she would go potty in the toilet. She seemed okay to let them sit in her drawer. Then 2 months ago, I bought her “soft panties”. This time she would go potty in the toilet once and then have an accident immediately later. I told her that she couldn’t wear her “soft panties” until she wanted to go potty in the toilet all the time. Again, she was content to let them sit in her drawers.<br />Then amazingly enough 1 week ago, she woke up and told me she wanted to wear her panties. She only has had 2 accidents the whole week. She has gone to daycare with panties, church with panties, and naps with panties. Of course, Kara is helping her a lot. She always keeps Asia company when she is sitting on the toilet, waiting to poop. And Asia does the same for Kara. (Infact, one of the accidents Asia had was while patiently waiting for Kara to finish pooping. – Asia was devastated and it look 10 minutes to calm her down.) She is so proud of her panties! I am so happy it has been so smooth. No potty charts, poopy underwear, or anal tantrums. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190438789312401538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAgklClf0II/AAAAAAAAAHE/1SRSunCMBJs/s400/asiapanies.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>Here is Asia showing off her "soft panties".</p>Asia: “Bye, bye poo-poo. Bye, bye.” (as she is waving to the toilet, watching the poop twirl down the drain. Then, when it disappeared…) “Dad, where did the poo-poo go?”<br /><br />Tyler: “It went in the toilet, down the drain.”<br /><br />Asia squats down, looking at the base of the toilet, “The toilet is getting fat!”<br /><br /><p>Asia is getting a little, tiny bit better at sleeping in her own bed, but only if she is as exhausted as she is in these pictures....<br /></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAglwylf0JI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Sh1kRyCC4ZU/s1600-h/asiatiredbook.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190440090687492242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAglwylf0JI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Sh1kRyCC4ZU/s200/asiatiredbook.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAgl_ylf0KI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_z8JdTGACDs/s1600-h/asiayawnbook.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190440348385530018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAgl_ylf0KI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_z8JdTGACDs/s200/asiayawnbook.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p>But, when we do leave her to fall asleep, Asia finds ways to entertain herself while waiting to get tired...</p><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190440799357096114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAgmaClf0LI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QLtZ-JToQok/s320/asialibrary.jpg" border="0" /> Here is a "library" Asia made for us. I think she wanted us to check out books, but she fell asleep before we came back to check on her.<br /><br /><p>But this is the funniest story... Kara got a new scripture bag with a Book of Mormon from her primary teacher. Kara was so excited, she carried the bag everywhere for a week. One night I went into her room and she had the scriptures on her lap, open to Alma and she was fast asleep. She is taking her duty seriously, to read the scriptures every night! Even if she can't read yet.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190442903891071170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/SAgoUilf0MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VEE24oqU6iM/s400/kbom3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><p>Dad: "Kara, do you know why it is important to learn to read?"</p><br /><p>Kara: "So when you grow up you can tell stories to your kids."</p><br /><p>Dad: "Also you can read about things and learn a lot. Like about animals and snowflakes."</p><br /><p>Kara: "And you can learn a lot from reading the scriptures too, Dad."</p><br /><p>Dad: "Kara, do you ever doubt that you have your mother's genes."</p><br /><p>(That is for anyone who knew me as a kid.)</p>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-23466637522473940662008-03-04T18:53:00.000-08:002008-03-05T09:09:23.567-08:00Kara's arm<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R84PwX8kUbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qBXXeHSC2iY/s1600-h/goodnightdadk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174090345631470002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R84PwX8kUbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qBXXeHSC2iY/s400/goodnightdadk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><br /><div>Today Tyler called me at work. Kara’s daycare had called him and asked him to come and pick up Kara, because she may have broken her arm. I was worried, but also knew how hard Kara could cry over a simple bump on the head. Tyler got to the daycare before me and called to say that he thought her arm was only dislocated and not broken. This, of course, brought back many memories of my childhood. I dislocated my arm many many times. Mom finally had the doctor teach her to reduce it herself, so she didn’t have to keep bringing me to the ER. </div><div><br />When I got home I took one look at Kara and knew it was simply a dislocation. I had reduced many dislocations in the Urgent Care center, where I used to work. Kara screamed as I held her arm, but within seconds it was done. Once Tyler her the clunk of it going into place he smiled. One more ER visit avoided. After a few more seconds of crying, Kara was moving her arm all around and pain free. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174087098636194178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R84MzX8kUYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gRpVR2b_SRU/s400/Kara+art+to+brett.bmp" border="0" />Last night we had a family home evening about missionaries. For an activity Kara wrote a letter and drew a picture for Brett. When I saw the picture, I laughed my head off. Lets start with Kara. Notice how her hair is long and thick and “beautiful”. Then her shoes (which are high heeled shoes). She wanted to make Tyler “a funny person”. So she made a bow for his hair. I am not exactly sure why he is the only one in the picture who is naked. Me and Tyler have only one nostril, while everyone else has two, not sure what that means either. Of course the dresses have “puffed sleeves” They do look suspicious for something else though. And clouds in the sky… tells you about the weather here. So enjoy the picture.<br /><br />I tried to get Asia to draw Brett a picture, but she was too distracted. She knows that after family home evening we have treats so she was anxious for the treats.<br /><br />Right now my children are in the bathroom. No, Asia is not potty trained yet, but whenever Kara has to go to the bathroom, she invites Asia in and they “go potty together”. I guess it starts young. Asia plays in the bath tub while Kara works on “getting [her] poop out”. The funniest is when I go into see if she is done and she says: “There is one more and it is hard to come out” Oh, kids have no shame.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Speaking of funny things kids say, here is a conversation I had with Kara. </div><br /><br /><br /><div><br />Kara: “Mommy, are giants real?”<br />Mom: “No Kara, giants are not real.”<br />Kara: “Mommy, are little people real.”<br />Mom: “Well there are some little people, but they are still about your size.”<br />Kara: “How about fairies? Are they real?”<br />Mom: “No Kara, fairies are not real.”<br />Kara: “Except for the tooth fairy, she is real huh?”<br />(This is when I realize that I should have seen this coming)<br />Mom: “Oh yes, the tooth fairy. I forgot about the tooth fairy. But I have never seen the tooth fairy. (Trying to cover up my mistake). Because she only comes when I am asleep.”<br />Kara: “How does she know when we are asleep”<br />Mom: “She just knows, like Santa Claus knows.”<br />Kara: “I think she knows when we are asleep because Heavenly Father tells her, and he knows everything.”</div></div></div></div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-2109786606555097382008-02-24T19:14:00.000-08:002008-02-24T20:55:43.050-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R8I5e59J9fI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XaVK8X0Ffsc/s1600-h/meandkids1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170758525290935794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R8I5e59J9fI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XaVK8X0Ffsc/s400/meandkids1.jpg" border="0" /></a> So the last few months have been spent deciding what to do for residency. Do we move closer to family? Stay put so I have a good job? Move so Tyler can go to a better program? Etc....... Everyone tells us not to worry so much. It is only three years... You'll get good training wherever you go... We have learned that no matter where we go, despite the fact that we both will have a paying job, we will still not be able to buy a house. Crazy huh!<br /><br /><br />Kara wants us to move because she has it in her head that after we move she can have a new baby in the family. I don't think she is right. Also she wants to be closer to grandma's. We have to make a decision this week. Match day is coming up.<br /><br />This week has been beautiful here. The sun has been out and the days have been warm. Today we went to the beach and threw rocks in the ocean. Asia was so determined to throw every rock she could find into the ocean that we had a hard time pulling her away from the beach. Then she kept asking why her shoes were all wet. Go figure!<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170763060776400466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R8I9m59J9lI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9TNTu5tgqAY/s400/snowflakes.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Kara has been obsessed lately with making snowflakes. Once I showed her how to fold the paper and cut to make a snowflake, she was hooked. She made all of these snowflakes, except for two. Can you guess which ones I made? (I am pretty proud of myself).<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R8I6VJ9J9hI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KTolr0ozNz8/s1600-h/asiaourbed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170759457298839058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R8I6VJ9J9hI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KTolr0ozNz8/s400/asiaourbed.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br />Why can't Asia sleep in her own bed? At first it was cute that she climbed into our bed in the middle of the night. Then it became annoying. First of all she sleeps between us. And she kicks us all night long. And she does not like the covers on and kicks them off all night, while I freeze! So she was kicked out.......<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170759637687465506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R8I6fp9J9iI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h3cKFLKuR_Q/s400/bybedsleep.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p>So, when she comes into our room in the middle of the night, she has an option. She can go back to her own bed or she can sleep on the floor in our room. You can she that she most often chooses to sleep on our floor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You will notice the beautiful blanket that I finished quilting and tying. It is a quilt top given to me by Grandma McBride and quilted on my new quilt frame from christmas!<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R8I6rJ9J9jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5Ers3cw-ho0/s1600-h/hallasleep.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170759835255961138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R8I6rJ9J9jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5Ers3cw-ho0/s400/hallasleep.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Often times Asia is at a loss. She wants to sleep in our room but we are not in there yet. We are still watching TV in the living room. It is at these times that we look down the hall and find Asia asleep on the floor at the end of the hall. She is such a social being!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then there are times that we all just want to play. This day we all made a bed in the hall and cuddled up for naps. We never got around to sleeping though.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170760333472167490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R8I7IJ9J9kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/whgUthhZD5k/s400/hallbedfaces.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>Then there are times that the mom is busy and the kids are left to there own devices. I call this "just veggin"</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170766286296839778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R8JAip9J9mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CzoGypp4lzk/s400/veggin.jpg" border="0" /></p>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-27102359426328172082008-01-06T16:09:00.000-08:002008-01-06T17:52:06.579-08:00January<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R4F5WV5xXTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aaUqQn0tk-I/s1600-h/kmstage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152532873432096050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R4F5WV5xXTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aaUqQn0tk-I/s400/kmstage.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>In the whirlwind of December, I did not get a blog out. So, for all three of you who read my blog, Finally an update!<br /></div><div>First of all my play went okay. I loved it. Tyler, my over critical husband, was not so enthusiastic about it. When he realized that he had hurt my feelings, I got flowers on my desk at work. I had to remind him that it was a ward play and none of us have acting experience. But we all loved it so much!<br /></div><div>I live in the world of pretend. Kara has to play pretend everywhere we go. Everytime we get in the car…. “Mommy, lets pretend that we are getting into an airplane and going to grandma’s house. You are the pilot and dad is the person with the pilot. I am the mommy and my name is Carrlissadole and Asia is Marydawndo.” (Of course Asia yells, I am ASIA!). Then... when we sit down to eat. “Daddy lets pretend that I am the princess, Cinderella, and you are the prince and this is the ball and we have to eat at the dance and you have to talk to me.” ……… The funniest part is when she is making up names for us.<br /><br />Playing pretend, however, is a good way to get my girls to clean. Tonight I needed to clean the house, which was a disaster. I told Kara that we were going to pretend to be janitors. People would call us and ask us to clean their house while they were on vacation. We had to get it all done before they got home. We cleaned Suzie’s house (Kara and Asia’s room), Mallcilo’s house (my room). Annacore’s house (the play room) and Barbie’s house (the living room) Each room that we cleaned we pretended to be disgusted at how dirty it was. When we were done Kara wanted to clean some more, but I was too tired.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R4GBv15xXZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DahQLVUqpOg/s1600-h/ta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152542107611782546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R4GBv15xXZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DahQLVUqpOg/s320/ta.jpg" border="0" /></a>Late November we went to the So You Think You Can Dance "Concert." It was a blast. I was on the 4th row. I am getting my concert fill in, so that when I leave the "big city" I will be concerted out. We also were able to take Kara to the Nutcracker ballet. We all got dressed up (Asia stayed at the babysitter) and went down town for Kara's first ballet. She loved it! She has been twirling and dancing all over the house. And may I say that her dancing is much improved due to seeing real dancers. Now she wants to be on stage and dance. I told her she was just a little to young yet.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R4F41V5xXSI/AAAAAAAAADs/nh_aFjjp1Ho/s1600-h/denimhatkara.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152532306496412962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R4F41V5xXSI/AAAAAAAAADs/nh_aFjjp1Ho/s400/denimhatkara.jpg" border="0" /></a>I do have a few funny stories about my children... 2 days ago I went out to run a few errands. I was calling Tyler a lot because I needed to ask him about toys I was finding for the kids. All of the sudden he stopped answering my calls. I figured he was probably just sick of discussing presents with me. When I got home he told me the real reason. His phone was in the back room with the battery off and the fan was blowing on it. Apparently Tyler had given his phone to Asia to play with in between my calls. She had then lost it. While Tyler was looking for it Asia told him she need to go poop in the toilet (this usually means she has already pooped in her diaper). When Tyler pulled off the diaper, out falls his phone covered with gooey, chunky poop. Tyler was so dumbfounded he didn’t know whether to scream at Asia or laugh. He had to take the battery off and scrub the phone under running water to clean it off. I hope this is not a new phase… Asia sticking things into her diaper before she poops. It might not be so bad if she had solid poops yet, but she eats too much fruit!<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R4GBRl5xXYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qP9AFXpSKbc/s1600-h/fashion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152541587920739714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R4GBRl5xXYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qP9AFXpSKbc/s320/fashion.jpg" border="0" /></a>Next story: Asia has a hard time with Justus. She doesn't like that he is a baby and gets alot of attention. When she found him climbing on her crib, she immediately threw him to the ground. Having watched this I told Asia to say sorry and give Justus a hug. She refused and got sent to bed. She screamed and threw a tantrum for 10 minutes. When she came back out, she still would not say sorry to Justus. At that time Kara and I were eating string cheese. Asia of course wanted some. I told her she couldn't have any until she said she was sorry to Justus. In stubborness, she rufused and threw another tantrum. Kara, having witnessed this interaction, came up and asked me, "Mom, can I say sorry to Justus so that Asia can have a peice of cheese?" Sweet, sweet Kara. I told her that while that would be a very nice thing to do, it would not help teach Asia to say sorry.<br /></div><br /><br /><div>(Asia did finally say sorry to Justus and give him a hug. -just so she could have some cheese.)<br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R4F8mV5xXWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qYGIPtrVHDY/s1600-h/asiacrib.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152536446844886370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R4F8mV5xXWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qYGIPtrVHDY/s320/asiacrib.jpg" border="0" /></a>Christmas was so much fun! Tyler and I didn't give much to each other because we had so much fun doing christmas for the kids. Asia got a baby that cries (suprizingly not that annoying) and a crib to go along with it. Tyler and I spent hours sanding and painting, and making bedding for a baby crib that Kara picked out at a second hand store. Kara got a Ken doll and a baby horse. Also, the kids got the mega cranium fort from Santa. They love it! It is a mess though. Sometimes I wish Santa would think about how much more the parents are going to have to pick up when he gives them these gifts! </div><br /><br /><div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152541059639762290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/R4GAy15xXXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9gvdFarOGBE/s400/fort.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-12573812670035340172007-11-01T16:48:00.000-07:002007-11-04T16:08:19.074-08:00Halloween<div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Ry4IqDHEMHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/11GMvpodVt0/s1600-h/greenwoodtot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129046544104042610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Ry4IqDHEMHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/11GMvpodVt0/s400/greenwoodtot.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Happy Halloween! It was a fun halloween. The kids went trick or treating 3 times! We went around our neighborhood on halloween night. The kids did not want to stop. There are not many kids who go door to door in our neighborhood anymore, so every house would give our kids handfuls of candy to get rid of it. They got so much candy that either dad will eat it, or we will throw it out.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128023521548840898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/RypmOTHEL8I/AAAAAAAAABg/m3t27LMJGT4/s400/karapose.jpg" border="0" />Kara was a cowgirl for halloween. She loved her costume and I got it for a great price. So sewing required! During trick or treating everyone told Kara that she was a very cute cowboy. To which Kara would reply, "I am a COWGIRL!" We even had to put make up on her because, "cowgirls wear makeup."<br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128024938888048594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/RypngzHEL9I/AAAAAAAAABo/2_rxQwULRcs/s400/asiacandy2.jpg" border="0" /> Asia was a unicorn. Asia was so proud of her costume. She wore it the whole night! Which was about 3-4 more hours than Kara wore it when it was hers.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Rypr9jHEMAI/AAAAAAAAACA/dZ7cxf3XTlo/s1600-h/a%26khalloween.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128029830855798786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Rypr9jHEMAI/AAAAAAAAACA/dZ7cxf3XTlo/s320/a%26khalloween.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/RyptAjHEMCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tt77n6wgpkE/s1600-h/asiasuckerchurch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128030981907034146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/RyptAjHEMCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tt77n6wgpkE/s320/asiasuckerchurch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><p>Here are Kara and Asia in the same costume 3 years apart. Asia is much happier.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129045032275554386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Ry4HSDHEMFI/AAAAAAAAACk/yY88kOpCa-E/s400/kclimbbed.jpg" border="0" />Yesterday, Kara fell and "hurt" her foot. Ever since then she has been limping (when convinient for her). Then last night she refused to walk on it. This morning she woke up and refused to walk. Tyler was frustrated with her, but was unable to convince her that her foot was fine. It was only after I told her that she would have to stay home from primary if she couldn't walk, that she immediately started walking on it, without a limp. What kids will do for attention!<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Ry4HpDHEMGI/AAAAAAAAACs/K1DVQDY4R4c/s1600-h/ameryflo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129045427412545634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Ry4HpDHEMGI/AAAAAAAAACs/K1DVQDY4R4c/s400/ameryflo.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div>I am in a play again. The performances are coming up in 2 weeks. Last year I had a blast. I was a gangster girl. This is my costume last year. This year I am an undercover detective. My part is not as melodramatic, but I am still very much enjoying myself. I only have about 2 funny lines in the play, but I nail them! </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Kara and Asia are playing very well together, but the messes are getting more. They love to get all of my tupperware bowls out and "make cookies". On this day, however, they found out that it was fun to get their backsides stuck in the bowl.<br /></div></div><div></div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div><br /></div><p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Ry4J9jHEMII/AAAAAAAAAC8/_iveTWxvkGU/s1600-h/playingtupperware.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129047978623119490" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Ry4J9jHEMII/AAAAAAAAAC8/_iveTWxvkGU/s320/playingtupperware.jpg" width="310" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Ry4KLzHEMJI/AAAAAAAAADE/JMVlf0W2zFI/s1600-h/playingtupperwarek.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129048223436255378" style="CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Ry4KLzHEMJI/AAAAAAAAADE/JMVlf0W2zFI/s320/playingtupperwarek.jpg" width="306" border="0" /></a></p><div><br /></div><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129048902041088162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Ry4KzTHEMKI/AAAAAAAAADM/eBnuJBxYosg/s400/incouch2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010733759586400802.post-33878907621527192682007-10-24T15:49:00.000-07:002007-10-24T17:02:35.323-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Rx_NGDHELyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gwKcGO3OQ_c/s1600-h/PICT3598.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125040404768763682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Rx_NGDHELyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gwKcGO3OQ_c/s400/PICT3598.JPG" border="0" /></a> Asia got her hair cut last month and I love it. Everyone tells me it fits her personality. So here is the funny story about Asia:About 2 weeks ago, she came to me with orange running out of her nose. She was whining and sticking her finger up her nose. At first I thought that for some reason she was bleeding, then after further investigation, I found that she had stuck an orange tic tac up her nose. She was very uncomfortable and wanted me to get it out. No matter what I tried it would not get out. Then I tried to get her to blow it out. Kara and I were both trying to show Asia how to blow out her nose. Kara was getting boogers all over her shirt, trying to show Asia how it was done. When that didn’t work I plugged one of Asia’s nostrils and blew in her mouth to see it that would dislodge it. It didn’t. Finally I gave up and let her play. She didn’t seem uncomfortable. After about an hour I look again and it was gone. I am not sure if it dissolved or if it slipped down and she swallowed. Only now can I laugh about it. I hope that I tortured her enough that she won’t try it again.<br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125043162137767746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Rx_PmjHEL0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/w0QvCVNG5KY/s400/PICT3639.JPG" border="0" />We have just moved Asia from the crib into a big bed. We actually put up the bunk beds. Asia loves her new found freedom. The first few nights she would get out of bed and give us a smile that said “Ah hah! Look what I can do!” She quickly learned that she was not free to get out of bed when she wanted to. Now that Asia is in a big bed I love nap time. This is because Asia likes to have me lay next to her when she is falling asleep. I normally fall asleep. Kara, bless her heart, always lets me sleep for at least a half hour. Of course, she knows that when I wake up she will get a little treat, for being so nice to her mother.</p><br />\ <p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125045472830173010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Rx_RtDHEL1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/jHfFNYOAGQI/s400/PICT3618.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>Tyler hurt his ankle, yet again. He was so excited to get back from Yakima and start playing again. "I just stepped wrong". I am not sure that stepping wrong can to that much damage. It took him a whole week of limping around until he finally went to the doctor, who said, "you'll be fine." And he is just fine. But not playing soccer again yet.<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125046834334805858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Rx_S8THEL2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/dAhiWABckBc/s400/pumpkinbig.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></p><p>Kara and Asia and I went to the pumpkin farm. Asia and Kara had fun seeing the animals, running through a hay maze, picking out their very own pumpkins and eating ice cream. It was the only day all week that it did not rain.<br /><br /></p><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125047512939638642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Rx_TjzHEL3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/j8Y_JfJo1M0/s400/PICT3627.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125047774932643714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Rx_TzDHEL4I/AAAAAAAAABA/NcQeILESWCQ/s400/PICT3622.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125048921688911778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Rx_U1zHEL6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/2Z2u3PGjqN8/s400/kcatpumpkin.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125048672580808594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7ZpoYoyBHic/Rx_UnTHEL5I/AAAAAAAAABI/ixAhiJnYj_g/s400/asiapumpkinpopcile.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Baker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14003934658548810957noreply@blogger.com3