tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426246837987523952024-03-13T08:33:38.771-04:00Olson & CoEst. 2001Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-57875972916015431592010-06-14T08:34:00.007-04:002010-06-14T15:21:24.845-04:00Dear Heber:<div align="center"><em>With a new little sister and a few extra stresses, Heber has probably felt a little lost in the shuffle of our ever changing lives, so this post is dedicated solely to him.....the <span style="font-size:130%;">BEST</span> big brother and <span style="font-size:130%;">all around</span> kiddo any family could ask for.</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOScfWZ1NjmfHyYl_D9p4HUU9xEUDZThH2UtFNmCXLPM5JOlRpSUf4nhqct1-yaAAvDnftn4OWkx8dL5FdBxL-PFt3kib2KszlP5chWG_3KjNTMfvqUi3NJ6yO_wtvsvsByzYF5EU4Q9RE/s1600/bigbrother.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482613252357259634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOScfWZ1NjmfHyYl_D9p4HUU9xEUDZThH2UtFNmCXLPM5JOlRpSUf4nhqct1-yaAAvDnftn4OWkx8dL5FdBxL-PFt3kib2KszlP5chWG_3KjNTMfvqUi3NJ6yO_wtvsvsByzYF5EU4Q9RE/s400/bigbrother.jpg" border="0" /></a>I love the way you take such good care of your little Adele. It is nice that you protect her and watch out for her, even if it means correcting mama when you suspect I am getting grumpy with her. Thank you for reminding me to tell her that I am sorry and for sending me to "the put your nose in the corner TIME OUT" when I need it.</div><br /><div align="center"><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubyp0bDiVKDU8e1yS0Ir1uhcF8pU-XEQvCVg7_jQMusbmHEq2NamQvXfHa2Y9Lut4isLNX404Ap3Bxs5z3bbedm3gAMcb9r8j9wfo6_B7wmfQNWkdE6rRP9gOVXjTyauw_d8wfaj0CkAk/s1600/Discipline.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482611684763904546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubyp0bDiVKDU8e1yS0Ir1uhcF8pU-XEQvCVg7_jQMusbmHEq2NamQvXfHa2Y9Lut4isLNX404Ap3Bxs5z3bbedm3gAMcb9r8j9wfo6_B7wmfQNWkdE6rRP9gOVXjTyauw_d8wfaj0CkAk/s400/Discipline.jpg" border="0" /></a>You are so good at karate. It makes me so happy to watch you and to see how much you enjoy accomplishing big things. We are so proud of you for earning your orange stripe. We know you have worked very hard for that special award and think that you are so big for showing such good discipline. </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Heber has been working for quite some time to earn that orange stripe on the tip of his belt. It is achieved for showing good discipline so earning this is very noteworthy for an active 5 year old boy. )<br /><br /></div></span><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjskFq0l9g631Xq1B5n8qq_lkJJ8bEGCEgIaDsZqxKx_iqRaVHSJPPYnDUGXjAlWX458ID3_gqbV5noXb2lbkEXdv5uP1dsJj7NWQqmwoSlAHv282PjL0QDpfYuSX6ATyHuqoWi6nU7GnE/s1600/discipline2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482611678680987074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjskFq0l9g631Xq1B5n8qq_lkJJ8bEGCEgIaDsZqxKx_iqRaVHSJPPYnDUGXjAlWX458ID3_gqbV5noXb2lbkEXdv5uP1dsJj7NWQqmwoSlAHv282PjL0QDpfYuSX6ATyHuqoWi6nU7GnE/s400/discipline2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Part of showing good discipline in karate class is addressing each black belt as Yes Mam or Yes Sir.....</em></div><div align="left"><em>On the way home from Karate on this particular day Heber asked me if he could tell daddy when he got home. When I said yes, he corrected me and told me that I now needed to say</em></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>"YES SIR!"</em></span></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSgyf42pqTp3jxkO4YCeHb85017buG77mpKdK59ZyjddvH5Sk62vCrVGdKu9eUfh3v9VQCHy7KMEpNqcZIkifU4p5q8vifbqY9lMlFn_rV6qZEO4geiR9bSnkKZCwxPHCOJJyfao0ERLw/s1600/guscoff.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482611670377514082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSgyf42pqTp3jxkO4YCeHb85017buG77mpKdK59ZyjddvH5Sk62vCrVGdKu9eUfh3v9VQCHy7KMEpNqcZIkifU4p5q8vifbqY9lMlFn_rV6qZEO4geiR9bSnkKZCwxPHCOJJyfao0ERLw/s400/guscoff.jpg" border="0" /></a>I cannot wait to watch you try out your new t-ball skills coming up in a couple of weeks. Mommy was so proud of you when you hit the ball for me to see at your school. You are so full of energy and love to play and be involved. I hope you are always able to find things that make you happy. </div><span style="font-size:100%;">Guscoff baseball trained......you must see the video posted below!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Ted Guscoff taught these little guys some great baseball tips. He is a scout for the Houston Astros.)<br /></span><br /></span><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCt_ZbzuhT6c9zJ2q8bDOJNveBkHtiNiyDdBpbh6hwVSvdkX5tTpxMVDPQCk8BGlQPV6C6bT7wc-HoYBymkimDKLecC7pOXSQ5raE5Qv-fRU-SknsONnzX7k2vRtLIctAx7wOEsN2Ix7G/s1600/may_10_506.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482611664003915410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCt_ZbzuhT6c9zJ2q8bDOJNveBkHtiNiyDdBpbh6hwVSvdkX5tTpxMVDPQCk8BGlQPV6C6bT7wc-HoYBymkimDKLecC7pOXSQ5raE5Qv-fRU-SknsONnzX7k2vRtLIctAx7wOEsN2Ix7G/s400/may_10_506.JPG" border="0" /></a>You are such a smart boy. Mom and Dad are so happy that you had so much fun at Westbrook and that you learned so much. I loved to hear from your teacher that you were such a good friend, not only to your "best boys" but also to those who needed a good friend, even when they were mean to you. Preschool is just the beginning for you little man. I cannot wait to see the many great thing that you have left to accomplish. "Kid, you will move mountains" just like in your favorite bedtime story. Please never question your great potential. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis2pMRnlMODz_oDbWIUj31OAKsQczmApW2jJ3_SK32dT0jFcK33Ivx7-DLOnTXikh2Y0ehCGVQ6gNslh8-bxnGcJKY53jpSS4aWYM0yU4Gb4CkpTLkdPLbWa5HIysH8ejamjtEnFDmRxa8/s1600/5birthday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482611660463931586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis2pMRnlMODz_oDbWIUj31OAKsQczmApW2jJ3_SK32dT0jFcK33Ivx7-DLOnTXikh2Y0ehCGVQ6gNslh8-bxnGcJKY53jpSS4aWYM0yU4Gb4CkpTLkdPLbWa5HIysH8ejamjtEnFDmRxa8/s400/5birthday.jpg" border="0" /></a> Thank you for letting me come to your birthday party, even though I almost lost that privilege many times for misbehaving. I had a lot of fun playing with you and watching you enjoy your friends and family. </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(This super duper birthday gets it's very own post to follow. Watch out for 15 jumping kids, 2 very special visitors, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and 1 baseball glove prepped and ready for those foul balls!)</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Each May 23, I think of the day you were born. You were forced to come into this world before you were ready so that my body could not be so sick anymore.....my little Knight in shining armor. I will never forget the first time I heard you cry or the first time I saw your sweet little face, so strong and so alive.....not much has changed in your 5 years in this life. You are as much a miracle to me today as you were to me that day. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">We love you and are so proud of you. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Love, </div><div align="left">Mom and Dad</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><br /></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx6tYw9ick6_W2obEliubbxEq8p-uTMPpjzNpC6wGZ4x7Iu4tOCKhIVHui7wSqQgwOwnW_enk6Wtv6qca_czg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-49177927061914685952010-06-02T07:18:00.006-04:002010-06-02T07:59:57.360-04:00Wise men say only fools rush in<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">But I can't help falling in love with you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Adele Fae Olson</span></div><div align="center">March 31, 2010</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">okay so it's been 2 months.....I've been a little busy!!</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSGaELfut9W7GfkAIZUrLkm73vY4FBLe8-XTcs4O0ll2zA2N_2IaOw_aElJKKe5itbo_U3SI540rsm-fywYjZbmEOgM5ZHdwmtmjlN7j-yJNN-UFdZM1wu1LkVgp4eDlZE_Vp81v-Jxke6/s1600/adele+11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478138259070500322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSGaELfut9W7GfkAIZUrLkm73vY4FBLe8-XTcs4O0ll2zA2N_2IaOw_aElJKKe5itbo_U3SI540rsm-fywYjZbmEOgM5ZHdwmtmjlN7j-yJNN-UFdZM1wu1LkVgp4eDlZE_Vp81v-Jxke6/s400/adele+11.jpg" border="0" /></a>6 lb 13 oz.................19.25 inches long </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYxJKuJ4OeXiXhRbTzYtOQ6mlATuFxbESu5fuymB7eT-1U_QAE6GEHoP-lQhntuu8a27rn84T7qsDT2xjtlD8bsupbo_fXZVKHwtAVdk_Dv0A75slupu8UL1nKbYcj2weAdpVCb2baJg1/s1600/Adele+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478138252278458754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYxJKuJ4OeXiXhRbTzYtOQ6mlATuFxbESu5fuymB7eT-1U_QAE6GEHoP-lQhntuu8a27rn84T7qsDT2xjtlD8bsupbo_fXZVKHwtAVdk_Dv0A75slupu8UL1nKbYcj2weAdpVCb2baJg1/s400/Adele+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Such a <em><span style="font-size:130%;">BEAUTIFUL</span></em> girl<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBRPZv34Z1ULj-ubGUJmMUIOJYxgIXQYB6qCWibziXElSPjYtdVmS6GEI94jCfKHRGrpt4lFfrEJHAtEs2pJA2gY8y_9vvKI-fa5ssB_v9CLecTqS13IxO_VOogIVNLKifUel04YvINHM/s1600/adele+10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478138245243791426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBRPZv34Z1ULj-ubGUJmMUIOJYxgIXQYB6qCWibziXElSPjYtdVmS6GEI94jCfKHRGrpt4lFfrEJHAtEs2pJA2gY8y_9vvKI-fa5ssB_v9CLecTqS13IxO_VOogIVNLKifUel04YvINHM/s400/adele+10.jpg" border="0" /></a>Holding my pretty lady for the first time<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47sgOm2OxjMkyDPrRb7NEOrBLEiWhKxYlwQoiJK5g8d6ifLIkQbLhMJMwnp-Bt0r0pr4xQltEfxFV1OBS0cS-XUj7AG8UBgrpKg-5Nv6IVX5YQpatUiQIPk5M9_mWRJ-K-bTnpkovdO3D/s1600/adele28.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478138240799002994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47sgOm2OxjMkyDPrRb7NEOrBLEiWhKxYlwQoiJK5g8d6ifLIkQbLhMJMwnp-Bt0r0pr4xQltEfxFV1OBS0cS-XUj7AG8UBgrpKg-5Nv6IVX5YQpatUiQIPk5M9_mWRJ-K-bTnpkovdO3D/s400/adele28.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">SMITTEN!!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> All 10 fingers and all 10 toes.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAu2QJiobYOBd-L4VsEjEfe6sbuJFBrl2VzK5nV7bElmLUNZpIqx54FKapb7eBuKVooMI8Gw-wmy8B4HYpGKAkZAhINClv6cAfTKpQgJZQF_RlrOIWvuM5P6gaKmSJ16ZEeXpBUo08Ygo/s1600/adele+8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478136669096297922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAu2QJiobYOBd-L4VsEjEfe6sbuJFBrl2VzK5nV7bElmLUNZpIqx54FKapb7eBuKVooMI8Gw-wmy8B4HYpGKAkZAhINClv6cAfTKpQgJZQF_RlrOIWvuM5P6gaKmSJ16ZEeXpBUo08Ygo/s400/adele+8.jpg" border="0" /></a> I couldn't keep my eyes off of this baby<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xEwpbhAC7hUjLkTOVGf2bH65z1TtIsId_PvQ66HI8sSkENXT52FHiE3TRCwH-BhHA23ROBDOl9v3Ux_B0G1LwIxfwocqfQM7p0YHC11g2fWz1Zz0IsfHNi78TJ49tUZqB5LDg7BBIOq5/s1600/Adele.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478136662512361282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xEwpbhAC7hUjLkTOVGf2bH65z1TtIsId_PvQ66HI8sSkENXT52FHiE3TRCwH-BhHA23ROBDOl9v3Ux_B0G1LwIxfwocqfQM7p0YHC11g2fWz1Zz0IsfHNi78TJ49tUZqB5LDg7BBIOq5/s400/Adele.jpg" border="0" /></a>Since daddy had to exhaust all of his time off for his own surgeries this year, Adele got to work with daddy right from the start dictating and charting.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZ8esh9E1LT1TitMRVSw2jfX1vm3XjO-1DUlIu8lQP9hU33QplOC6E2KMQaEuGNTsUewXDxLwWKIj7v87Cp4Qy8xWQ-YfLHuT9L8mhUqbkBxbmmrCafbk_DhJ5rM5ZS5Etr3BjwSran1c/s1600/adele+18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478136660488327714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZ8esh9E1LT1TitMRVSw2jfX1vm3XjO-1DUlIu8lQP9hU33QplOC6E2KMQaEuGNTsUewXDxLwWKIj7v87Cp4Qy8xWQ-YfLHuT9L8mhUqbkBxbmmrCafbk_DhJ5rM5ZS5Etr3BjwSran1c/s400/adele+18.jpg" border="0" /></a>"You are so much beautiful."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hHKqOXdQNmw4NKg0BEVX8JydCzjmV0OKuYr15Ha_MfRufBITXla9KdkMNkPLywLsr_ygFQo9PJBNghV5DpBJLuhwOonh6h5tlyqHrKbDtRypRTi-jIq3Up6oOGDsdrKMDo2iulhGcEp6/s1600/adele+15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478136649188514466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hHKqOXdQNmw4NKg0BEVX8JydCzjmV0OKuYr15Ha_MfRufBITXla9KdkMNkPLywLsr_ygFQo9PJBNghV5DpBJLuhwOonh6h5tlyqHrKbDtRypRTi-jIq3Up6oOGDsdrKMDo2iulhGcEp6/s400/adele+15.jpg" border="0" /></a>A proper sendoff orthopedic surgery style<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv0KNXN3xgwRDBxHR-bvAtC9uRMDw8AWmb2jrxR2MLtZrsxlBfTeyCLxWtZZ0Vlu1YUuDTSxay0UVTtXtQPzslp_yRaPMblKjZOaacY4Ms4I_p32xWsK9xnatNr8G9cvPrg2KZsRtnMfK/s1600/Adele-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478136648587410354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv0KNXN3xgwRDBxHR-bvAtC9uRMDw8AWmb2jrxR2MLtZrsxlBfTeyCLxWtZZ0Vlu1YUuDTSxay0UVTtXtQPzslp_yRaPMblKjZOaacY4Ms4I_p32xWsK9xnatNr8G9cvPrg2KZsRtnMfK/s400/Adele-3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Welcome home baby Adele. Heber did not want to leave her side for a minute.</div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm just noticing the socks....this is why mommies can't be in the hospital too long!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-64443854874321460312010-03-14T16:02:00.008-04:002010-03-15T07:21:01.298-04:00LOVE at First Sight<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448582980405867794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3-k_UIGDHkmeMvrpg27B7RRm7ifjz3aQ8sJMGIaFj5mlfn9PaWlUOU51wV1KeBnhTM4uTYTgHkg432uzH1kemHiRXca5oYl6YPjAnxQtqviY2JX2UvU5Sdz2aK6QH2_FJF0zjHFGPeSn/s400/love-karate.jpg" border="0" /><br />Some pictures just don't need any further explanation.....this one sums it up just <span style="font-size:180%;">perfectly</span>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448584867819500274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwgCpP_jRQyt9Tt5znLk_UYa_nmoBA9xqu6PjwNdqtgBIE4seZirXHCYZh-xxIpCpiK82YirhfAJ_yWw4UxuKrLEYlPmI7l7LFLffplYH0R3qsTmXxBybMcVc2OQdu1yV9v9eHK8jTzRh2/s320/love-karate-2.jpg" border="0" /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnn1Abdp1zkf5vZhaeC02hWhnByGxXKBiX5rlgWTh3gB59cIPs6TsGzaBTG1OITDgPp2bgwAtxE3YHA_UzaA4YoIhjSwQ_fxynByWUEPnUvwXSwyCDf47EdKymVdC6D2fsCa712RQun6Tb/s1600-h/love-karate-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448591634609789714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnn1Abdp1zkf5vZhaeC02hWhnByGxXKBiX5rlgWTh3gB59cIPs6TsGzaBTG1OITDgPp2bgwAtxE3YHA_UzaA4YoIhjSwQ_fxynByWUEPnUvwXSwyCDf47EdKymVdC6D2fsCa712RQun6Tb/s320/love-karate-3.jpg" border="0" /></a>The long awaited day finally arrived. Heber has been waiting for this day since before he even attended his first <span style="font-size:130%;">"NINJA"</span> class.<br /><br /><div align="center">The semi-annual East Cost karate tournement was where it all went down, and as you can see, it was a <span style="font-size:130%;">GREAT</span> day. </div><br /><div align="center">Heber finally got to trade in his "paper trophy"<span style="font-size:78%;">(see post below)</span> for the real thing. Who doesn't love a trophy....especially when it is <span style="font-size:130%;">GOLD</span>.<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></div></span><br /><div align="left">He has been working on perfecting his skills at the push pull game. He won his match when it counted and mommy was so excited she missed the greatest part of the whole day with the camera...Heber very humbly celebrated as he walked back to his seat on the mat with his arms up by his face...giving them a little champion like shake with a quiet embarrassed smile across his face. I will never get this photo-op back....I can't believe I shut my camera off too soon. I am so happy though that I got to witness that little moment for him.....I may never forget that little face, for a moment a pure satisfaction and a sure realization of his limitless potential.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxqVT_liTw4lprQezrmD30WqnQaz1A1cuudLIrVI9az6Wy10DSSSGou6h1JJX7mi5tO5aYCaUBLw-2EYNX10Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Congratulations my boy!!</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0zUzFCKQHEul2UyTshdM5pgF8G8Vt7To8-hLxHqju6ch9gF_8_y_w-CXARZpbo9HbY_DDroHYXR7B9KjxpfiMBPnGqIULIJEqFoF1-yLqEuBGMDAJ_Dhzmks9KN-CarNvTdKLftucaig/s1600-h/love-karate-3.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0zUzFCKQHEul2UyTshdM5pgF8G8Vt7To8-hLxHqju6ch9gF_8_y_w-CXARZpbo9HbY_DDroHYXR7B9KjxpfiMBPnGqIULIJEqFoF1-yLqEuBGMDAJ_Dhzmks9KN-CarNvTdKLftucaig/s1600-h/love-karate-3.jpg"></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0zUzFCKQHEul2UyTshdM5pgF8G8Vt7To8-hLxHqju6ch9gF_8_y_w-CXARZpbo9HbY_DDroHYXR7B9KjxpfiMBPnGqIULIJEqFoF1-yLqEuBGMDAJ_Dhzmks9KN-CarNvTdKLftucaig/s1600-h/love-karate-3.jpg"></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0zUzFCKQHEul2UyTshdM5pgF8G8Vt7To8-hLxHqju6ch9gF_8_y_w-CXARZpbo9HbY_DDroHYXR7B9KjxpfiMBPnGqIULIJEqFoF1-yLqEuBGMDAJ_Dhzmks9KN-CarNvTdKLftucaig/s1600-h/love-karate-3.jpg"></a></div></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-5546054545814812282010-02-18T21:08:00.007-05:002010-02-19T06:41:38.511-05:00Kiai (Hi-Yah)We finally did it. For a while now I have debated with myself about putting Heber in Karate. I knew it was something he would love, I just also knew he was already very aggressive and did not need any further encouragement to be so.<br /><br />I decided to take the plunge anyway and was not at all surprised on the first day when he absolutely loved it. He was so excited about the "<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">ninja suit</span></strong>" and being with the other kids and especially yelling a very enthusiastic "<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Kiai</strong> "<span style="font-size:100%;">(I mean up on his toes yelling). </span></span>I was shocked however at how well he listened and followed direction (maybe I need to become a black belt for more success with this at home). I thought maybe it was first day jitters but now 4 sessions in, Heber seems to be really grasping not only the beginning skills of Karate but also the art of the respect and discipline that encompasses it. I am happy that he enjoys it and that he has not tried out any moves on anyone at school!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzKGMx6EokJAxaPgyM1hJpqCokbLjZqcw0kkqOvFqwCVm6rDIic-EK27Rd5L603X2rdR8py1zsmAdmJPp5Vug' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Today he learned a competitive game they will be playing at a tournement coming up in March. He didn't do too bad......he came out feeling like he was a winner. After class was over he ran to me with a bright green flyer advertising the upcoming tournement and told me he won a "<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Paper trophy</strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">"....... I love it!!!!</span>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-29022820942350691822010-02-18T19:07:00.005-05:002010-02-19T05:59:25.761-05:00A good old "BEAR LAKER"Okay, so maybe not quite. This year however has presented the worst winter in the 5 years we have been in OH and it has all come about in the last week and a half. These pictures were taken during the first of 3 winter storm warnings that were issued. We probably have about 2 feet on the ground right now after a good dose of warmth and even a little sunshine in between.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439751882844157074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtWbrmpLRkkLuO2SaXMJUVmdlEYuT2_e6SyJOJPiwTHMeuBhN9Bb3k6C3EhXlt05cLVpQcVleXYCYU59XS81LGE7Jv7-565A3XXFe3lVlbXehG-NTqQCnwIZ6inAikGl_amt0KKBNXzCg/s400/more+winter+2010+013.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZu72UKebVVI4xWAgOEZrPMEU_rudgTFpjTszmQL6EZshGlugodAPZl6airpVRzp8Ta-wP9RuYmUWt2knLOm21EFRH6yLhhHwr9yyj9cwPshHAsrr8ccqrtZ4COM37HsTpOXEjK5HvHiQV/s1600-h/more-winter-2010-014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439751887219153154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZu72UKebVVI4xWAgOEZrPMEU_rudgTFpjTszmQL6EZshGlugodAPZl6airpVRzp8Ta-wP9RuYmUWt2knLOm21EFRH6yLhhHwr9yyj9cwPshHAsrr8ccqrtZ4COM37HsTpOXEjK5HvHiQV/s400/more-winter-2010-014.jpg" border="0" /></a> We have been waiting for some decent snowman snow. For now though it is fun to play with the doorbell, running up and down the front walk as mommy squeals from inside the house.....I think they call it doorbell ditching these days. I hope he thinks this is only a winter game......one can only do this so many times!<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-43735467887455666442010-01-30T07:12:00.004-05:002010-01-30T07:34:55.785-05:00You've got a FRIEND in meCould these little boys possible look any happier? There are two of them anyway that look like they are having the absolute best day of their little 4 year old lives. Any day at "M" with your pals is a great day though, right?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432505596858011842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqgtksuYf6KkVOzNhploty4FyfOz-lTJoKleueuBvEGqFnoxuJ_AIp8lsM60tH6dXbJOWwFQE_qezjbdnI7SPPO1U6gbLY2tlcyavsDgZnyuDIK2HqbMXDG2_65hysiaPzkAJpQTEGhbUf/s400/winter+2009+023.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPAxtpVQGUDy9MXbfRgXpxRkSGWrdJaZwvo-FcNAYkP1Q6B1ekVYC6AA75SjpvRe1drbfWr4KszxXbmLHz1QBiRjTtV9ZBWKA8hVi7lboNg-0PemB2AGdGTmo5bBkXipz8ReB_cswxf0C/s1600-h/winter+2009+026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432506833981957138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPAxtpVQGUDy9MXbfRgXpxRkSGWrdJaZwvo-FcNAYkP1Q6B1ekVYC6AA75SjpvRe1drbfWr4KszxXbmLHz1QBiRjTtV9ZBWKA8hVi7lboNg-0PemB2AGdGTmo5bBkXipz8ReB_cswxf0C/s400/winter+2009+026.JPG" border="0" /></a> One of the highlights of my day is watching Heber interact with his friends before and after school. It reminds me of a time when life was easy and fun.....why would we ever want to grow up? Of course, if we didn't, we would miss out on moments like this....the moments that make being a grown up and a parent easy and fun!! <div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-86957919608026386682010-01-28T07:42:00.006-05:002010-01-28T09:03:17.035-05:00Santa Clause wants you to be nice....or he won't bring you a book!We actually did celebrate Christmas at our house.....apparently Heber has not realized this yet. Each time I ask him to eat his dinner or clean his toy room I am reminded that Santa wants me to be nice. Maybe now that I am finally posting about it he will clue in and move on to the Easter Bunny or some other friendly fictional creeper of the night.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431772182770205842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfve2upYBOM1Kve3bUgwVAr-KWCiQL6V1Mk3s24FmJVCrzKY9NeR-y6s3vfvfvV7Rak2IZZGXQMPXZ_U7LkaL5GeTsImozrNpmeIPzktSuDIxibAXZn9hDTrTfNjBwOJHuBeCE2honM-CC/s400/Christmas+09+003.JPG" border="0" /> Daddy actually had Christmas off this year (maybe because he had surgery a week before...nonetheless we loved having him here in PJ's on Christmas morning). We put the pager deep down in the box and enjoyed the entire weekend together.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431772185170533122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidRHiefAbcxb2vzGdhWLqCxE0elpNzBfoQ8SBcWXgDJoemOzdLvg7I1T5p3Z3-9phTQccLNcP_KEAZ19DTXTqKEsNX75AsIeukgLiNdnXtHcIq16JSb_7KjQq3JOuVnZt9kGjNX9YDakOD/s400/Christmas+09+004.JPG" border="0" /> Heber was very happy to see that Santa enjoyed the cookies and milk placed in the perfect spot for him to see.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxNIWYa2kRtYD_G30tQcVnDwvF6Dei3PZtNsjnIrpBZjAXvdVfc0FT5BtCQpWjr_WpidipOS4_g2wEqzVpfdi4G2WMuVp7uwF_8ZEEl7LQ0XtqT4AouvZTBwbgxmJJ8PvFAat0TDTtpUy/s1600-h/Christmas+09+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431772197027481586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxNIWYa2kRtYD_G30tQcVnDwvF6Dei3PZtNsjnIrpBZjAXvdVfc0FT5BtCQpWjr_WpidipOS4_g2wEqzVpfdi4G2WMuVp7uwF_8ZEEl7LQ0XtqT4AouvZTBwbgxmJJ8PvFAat0TDTtpUy/s400/Christmas+09+007.JPG" border="0" /></a> Up until this year Heber has not been very into the opening of gifts......this time he could not get enough and not only opened his own, but all of ours as well.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*As a side note, Ben is very very sad that the Browns didn't make it to the Super Bowl this year......we thought they had it in the bag!!! Sorry we still have your shirt Ray, we just couldn't part with it!*<br /></span><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicyT4ssk80x2mR7t8xszq6T5tYGP4HO5l-jqgaWMQK5bJ8VLBmvCJ53Qf_Ee6r-PM_4u1VohYfRqmezhSYVrEyQ07hyphenhyphenMR3gThNtLI4MJ0UPrLHvgN4qI2q4nPtxiRZTyNO3LUyT6ZheEf/s1600-h/Christmas+09+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431772185330256354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicyT4ssk80x2mR7t8xszq6T5tYGP4HO5l-jqgaWMQK5bJ8VLBmvCJ53Qf_Ee6r-PM_4u1VohYfRqmezhSYVrEyQ07hyphenhyphenMR3gThNtLI4MJ0UPrLHvgN4qI2q4nPtxiRZTyNO3LUyT6ZheEf/s400/Christmas+09+006.JPG" border="0" /></a> You would think then that I would have had more time to take pictures of the whole event. I kept forgetting my camera was sitting right beside me. I missed capturing many marvelous expressions as he uncovered what lay hidden beneath the red and green paper.....he did love this book though and has requested it almost every night for a month. </div><br /><div></div><div>Perhaps the biggest photo op blunder of the day though was the grand finale. Anyone who had the pleasure of associating with Heber (even for a second) during the months leading up to Christmas (Jan-Dec) knew that he really wanted only one thing. It was so important to him that he actually braved up this year and sat on Santas lap all by himself just to make sure that the big man knew what he really wanted. </div><br /><div></div><div>Santa was very smart and knew that Heber would ignore the aforementioned gifts in red and green if he came down the stairs and spotted this first, so he stragegically set it up and left it hidden behind the doors of the armoire all ready to play when the rest of the Christmas unwrapping was done. </div><br /><div></div><div>I have to say that I am very proud of Heber. Each gift he unwrapped brought with it a big smile and many many "thank you's" but his little eyes kept scanning the room for the gift that looked like it would be what he had asked for. When we were all done unwrapping Ben asked him if he had a good Christmas. Heber responded with eyes still scanning "the BEST dad!" </div><br /><div></div><div>I couldn't resist any longer and pointed him toward the big red ribbon around the TV cupboard. He excidetly opened it and realized Santa had not let him down. I almost cried when the first words out of his mouth (realizing there was 3 of everything) were a very enthusiastic "we can all play together." The Wii has proven to be a great gift for all of us....not just because there are enough remotes for all of us to play but it is quite the bargaining tool as well!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This is what we have been doing ever since!</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431772197958668306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2fJf9ZnAVoImjwwAXykw1jHSWlVhIKe035RoRj0ccDXz1NCq-9L3OYzb0h93Bljuf9drquWKo2Ip5tnhwu81-xTeRq4YF1hTHCn9LkGWIaUlSm_I1GawzSUr2WHEnlwpnd_aBh5KAyPt/s400/more+2009+christmas+002.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div>*<span style="font-size:85%;">I did in fact get the book I wanted for Christmas...for any of you who have not read Dan Brown's Robert Langdon series I highly recommend it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-67923894306751747402009-12-24T21:17:00.001-05:002009-12-25T12:26:44.471-05:00Merry Christmas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhino73J68Z8cw3wHyTaVdPgPyxcyqEvIm4eu2tMgWECZ-Jd6NOreZCHQJVisr-6pcGna13n4gD6IhsHnzom3CU1BiI4hEsKWCGxvTUcECfpqgUG8VxGNCIOBnmg4uRknT69qxxP1S5tvrb/s1600-h/winter+2009+065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418993545800058098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhino73J68Z8cw3wHyTaVdPgPyxcyqEvIm4eu2tMgWECZ-Jd6NOreZCHQJVisr-6pcGna13n4gD6IhsHnzom3CU1BiI4hEsKWCGxvTUcECfpqgUG8VxGNCIOBnmg4uRknT69qxxP1S5tvrb/s400/winter+2009+065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-80561442353850310432009-12-15T06:38:00.002-05:002009-12-15T07:08:51.321-05:00Love These Guys<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415430277977132962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHe2nxCJnobAAwv-NvyiVWLr3UZIoTRXXVJhyDLGhdwRycskd9agnf69qQ0mYE6KVe6Jd0wM8wheiAaVY5zUXIt0cmMJtewEaXwjzcB-XGBXX0yvv9a9U915mq5OKeeopw5igUyzBOm-Ej/s320/winter+2009+006.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415430289144646018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8AK1bkIN3NDnECvy3irH24Fvb3MERPXm1aYEfK-blSD0VJ5aSyxEqnWbrH9RUQzuH9ZyFkPb4e35RVEuuZuE30GUNNAHhxKv71KhbdGnHTkeWHpiNx62N2gvVI8hVe9oOLE5PLTKfILAm/s320/winter+2009+010.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415430297688423218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipi80_rqZMhzAf_chfJA1EAPRPVJ2hzvGzDvDFXPGXAUtKuVIDbTN4CURvs5GR3l_oPhGc1cilc-2TYXX5RSMZJSuqkDTxRd6UiR7fkziTbDaJFqvK-tW0oOHTaBX_c0djZoMWFu5WUPWi/s320/winter+2009+014.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415430272814967570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy_tVDSV8t5dYnsVNpfXVDPj3twI-EUYQiMKNoFc_BTJu16OSzP25UEe4vvCJCdYAVS_nqx2ByvUokgjdYrE19SizEYzd0q4GzKKlQ9CaGmGvjj328407SKMZPwCbOiGjSDc9k-XsePmIF/s320/winter+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div> About a month ago we got to have daddy to ourselves for a whole weekend. We decided to take full advantage of this and the beautiful November day and venture out to a favorite hiking spot. Of course, the boys were totally in their element. All the fresh air and falling leaves brought with it many wrestling matches, sword fights, and even a baseball game complete with gloves and bat which a good daddy had the foresight to toss in the back of the truck. <br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-51533310238280830452009-11-25T17:01:00.003-05:002009-11-25T17:21:05.294-05:00"I'm 4 and my Letter is H"The other day I was trying to see if Heber could spell his name for me. He was far too busy playing to answer my question...should have guessed this right away when he kept playing like I wasn't even speaking, but I kept asking until I got a response. He finally looked at me with his most exasperated face, put his hands on his hips, and said "I am 4 and my letter is H!" and then he walked away.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBZsrCKKiTJ-_zLJdl-QafXaKgQET3bXE0BiZYq5nkdQ8_YdwmfAXCzNN1CO6Ly2QNKiXOy91DvJkraHzMnS1oIYID5hPcgwOAok6BilperK5qFo-QWW_tk_jEaU5dr4vx2_K17gY5Vl4/s1600/Fall+2009+172.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408167009567807362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBZsrCKKiTJ-_zLJdl-QafXaKgQET3bXE0BiZYq5nkdQ8_YdwmfAXCzNN1CO6Ly2QNKiXOy91DvJkraHzMnS1oIYID5hPcgwOAok6BilperK5qFo-QWW_tk_jEaU5dr4vx2_K17gY5Vl4/s320/Fall+2009+172.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Another funny conversation from earlier today as we were approaching our car to go to the grocery store.<br /><br />Heber: Oh great, here we go again.<br />Me: Why do you say that?<br />Heber: Here we go in this dumb old car.<br />Me: What kind of car would you like to have?<br />Heber: A BAN (van)....a BIG BAN. That is my dream mom.<br />Me: Well someday you can get married and have lots of kids and a van.<br />Heber: No mom...I not gettin married. I just want a Ban.<br /><br />This little guy says something every day (and very often) that makes me laugh. I wish I kept better track of the things that come out of his mouth. I often wonder what it might be like to have actual adult conversation for the better part of the day instead of 99% of it being spent communicating with a 4.5 year old. I would be sad to miss these moments though. If I could only choose one person to talk with for the rest of my life at least I would know that Heber would keep me laughing.Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-14877917265769108532009-11-20T17:24:00.009-05:002009-11-20T19:51:23.241-05:00Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice<span style="font-size:130%;">For almost 5 years now I have become very <span style="font-size:180%;">VERY</span> accustomed to</span><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCud_ZjvLsJe5UJzvfvoUrCgR3auu6BBy2z5C0VBVLdrjGWP4T_U7JnxLSf36WpTgTiW87Yvpo8kLI8-xlOObTjcw2LR3xYOgFocoNBw02b5D242ZqfQgPLNHYRmfznVFPmuzR_Bjcmh-_/s1600/transformer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406324529513752466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCud_ZjvLsJe5UJzvfvoUrCgR3auu6BBy2z5C0VBVLdrjGWP4T_U7JnxLSf36WpTgTiW87Yvpo8kLI8-xlOObTjcw2LR3xYOgFocoNBw02b5D242ZqfQgPLNHYRmfznVFPmuzR_Bjcmh-_/s400/transformer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKJFYFHFJp8X2SPeRtDlgCyUXVYtkBSOKF4Hc28bSgZmhLE33BHbKD2I61xZ_AkfVRdf4TEG7hTcg1X18Om0e4YnvLzMfkBmR-1jpiCgEkTVSj6-nxieX6MiVOPul1kqu9C_yMdgM8_ZQ/s1600/hot-wheels.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406324526348011250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKJFYFHFJp8X2SPeRtDlgCyUXVYtkBSOKF4Hc28bSgZmhLE33BHbKD2I61xZ_AkfVRdf4TEG7hTcg1X18Om0e4YnvLzMfkBmR-1jpiCgEkTVSj6-nxieX6MiVOPul1kqu9C_yMdgM8_ZQ/s400/hot-wheels.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">and I am</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3wVwOv_FcHHzG79FOEvrAgkA_0TXb8Ki3mdO8-ZvYOTl7E_B0PLPsuNR4z3qKi9e5wmxkZOBef_cKDzox6CkEwmbQeeSWzR4i0bZ-w9eHOPkBFP7e2WGt5ICYiF81g00tDFaKqENkKo-/s1600/Barbie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406324523312310306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3wVwOv_FcHHzG79FOEvrAgkA_0TXb8Ki3mdO8-ZvYOTl7E_B0PLPsuNR4z3qKi9e5wmxkZOBef_cKDzox6CkEwmbQeeSWzR4i0bZ-w9eHOPkBFP7e2WGt5ICYiF81g00tDFaKqENkKo-/s400/Barbie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">BUT.....</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> it looks like I am going to have to give it my best shot. We will be welcoming a little <span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">GIRL</span> </strong><span style="color:#333333;">into our home sometime in April. Since she has measured a week ahead of schedule on the last 2 ultrasounds the doctor is trying to decide if we are looking at an April 3rd baby or an April 10th baby. Either way we are excited and will be anxiously awaiting our pink bundle of joy. </span></span></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Heber has been saying now for over a month we would be having a sister baby. He even gave me the "I told you" line as we walked away from the doctors office. He will be a fun big brother and has already started coming up with some <em>interesting</em> names for the baby(CHARLENA...with a hard CH). Hopefully Ben and I can come to some sort of an agreement in the next 5 months or Heber might just win.</span> </span><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-84116579259410484012009-11-11T13:53:00.015-05:002009-11-12T06:19:17.019-05:00Home of the BRAVE<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngzC9C25RC1fX9atenljVcwlfdaCQ8H6yuTbDjTiLhWXLsXQyZabrOXI9I4vk-0Gwb8c-kciKygcYb4A3T8F5xyf6-ieN9sqPU7XXZnHv4LgSit8_OQNmMfg0HOXMxjT4B2Ns0zRDmNoC/s1600-h/Washington+DC,+Christmas+118.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403008848351323874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngzC9C25RC1fX9atenljVcwlfdaCQ8H6yuTbDjTiLhWXLsXQyZabrOXI9I4vk-0Gwb8c-kciKygcYb4A3T8F5xyf6-ieN9sqPU7XXZnHv4LgSit8_OQNmMfg0HOXMxjT4B2Ns0zRDmNoC/s320/Washington+DC,+Christmas+118.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>"<em>All that is necessary for evil to succeed is for good men to do nothing."</em></strong></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">- Edmund Burke </span></div><br />There truly aren't words enough to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">adequately</span> say thank you to the many men and women who protect this country and all that it means to be an American. We truly are very blessed by your service. Thank you!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402921418056805266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJb7osJVr22qTIOI2DylqFEqlJZ2M9Qpd7ndudiILAr2QjvhfEb-wrThzstxiACrczIVBQgMcIeMT8MbaIq3gmZQS2s1ng7mAI-OgqpEZ1NuOvHOSyLLBXeKdba42RxOgxjyOrsDBfLEiZ/s320/grandpa-morris.jpg" border="0" />(Grandpa Brick) Morris <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Woolstenhulme</span><br /><div align="center">United States Army</div><div align="center">World War II--South Pacific<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin210vaO4neKbc6oSWeiiEL413-gcZxgQDJrlmNeYMNq1soyJjUFVv7pbk8TjMP1FpCz3SGULFFSMVfx0Zqs22S3EJ_aJGZn159ePIPocMLiXCKv69zPFV42J0MmC3S48hKDOGwnUafc5E/s1600-h/grandpa-glen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402921414063530210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin210vaO4neKbc6oSWeiiEL413-gcZxgQDJrlmNeYMNq1soyJjUFVv7pbk8TjMP1FpCz3SGULFFSMVfx0Zqs22S3EJ_aJGZn159ePIPocMLiXCKv69zPFV42J0MmC3S48hKDOGwnUafc5E/s320/grandpa-glen.jpg" border="0" /></a>(Little Grandpa) Glen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hyrum</span> Smith</div><div align="center">United States Army</div><div align="center">World War II--Stateside</div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403005910476860626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqR5-5vBDS90JFfeHZDVbM9ACSaRH8KIvDlPxEm4XBtU29rDmJ49xkel4rPeBoKjnlkaaNYHZCFEX5ghINBMdOL22ufXZxmXCASwfc5Ykzuw_ByZSlkS88wvk0BllxmgMja8to_4VmGTx/s320/uncle-john-001.jpg" border="0" />John Heber Olson</div><div align="center">United States Army National Guard</div><div align="center">Iraq 2005.......Leaving again 2010</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Not pictured is Ben's grandpa Leland Stanford (Jinx) who served this country, a pilot himself, training pilots during World War II. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I look at the beautiful flag in red, white, and blue, place my hand on my chest, and feel my heart swell with pride because of you. I am proud to say people I love so much have worked so hard to defend my freedom. I love you.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-43366177773581908842009-11-10T10:12:00.003-05:002009-11-12T17:13:51.167-05:00A long time coming<div>We were so excited to go back home to Idaho in September. Ben had just had surgery and we probably should not have made the trip but it was so nice to see everyone and to enjoy the company of family for a couple of weeks. </div><div> </div><div>Thank you Aunt Dayna for giving us a reason to come home. We were grateful for the opportunity we had to celebrate your special wedding day with you and Marc. Look how great those Olson (Homer) grandbabies look!! We need to give those boys a reason to wear ties more often.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403343040861008562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjZLBE0tkjYWtNsPeLbzjSURLuCOFh5QL4mHuH8fqMkSmY67FIL9fGnhT9EkNxHo13DReZ9I51dTYQPK5iNbqBeLMMgErNSd151X22Wybx8QnPjf3WdPgOij3SxNX1c2eTSWctTMuH0AWr/s320/cousins.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>I always swore I wouldn't be one of "those" moms who let there kids play video games. Let me just tell you how happy I am to eat those words. This little gem made our flight time and 3 hour layover in Denver seem like Heaven. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402497767303732770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaOub6N5C7ia1A0IXmQdGINUUN28n8rMjZncjrowOENelWRo9ErsjG-71YpZtXyXNVB5DQSSTIoOJmjQmrY2Fi_LmoO4Br90pckSPpB5hqZzASC-ZLNkf0O-xftPHsrCHdIVOj-cEfGBh/s320/Fall+2009+168.JPG" border="0" /><br />Heber loved playing with the grandparents and all the cousins. He had to earn a little money while we were home and decided to help grandpa fix the door. He also played around outside each day while grandpa picked up the many apples falling from the trees. That counts as help right?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402497771286426098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOzhdCAt2NMBU6eJkhm2nTg2V9OmwSaVIIgSwhNkKh9LNQ5vG9zSCdTW2gYZsThtZtmzN5ZKTdRX71Jbx8aQUrI0KBVlwl-mTasjOk3X_WaRh8bKJrhqXntG_D6XrRgOTlxFIzXLtw5fPp/s320/Fall+2009+170.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div>My Grandpa passed away in May soon after Ben's first surgery. I didn't make the trip home to the funeral. I finally got a chance to say goodbye while we were there. It was nice to spend a little time in that beautiful place on the hill. We love you grandpa and grandma.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402497784811575890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxbn4uLEA-bccQg79uYO_yWecTYyn0mIaaDu7ekfmIwSw6LKQ7wLzGO7ttZctEkmVY_-rD22L3kInZQ6w1v7H1e3d0PDEbURMpDwQ5o7WwBgNmWbgSLIF-YRlBpvDCujwwy3oylzDCnYoe/s320/Fall+2009+186.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div>One of the reasons I will always love home. How beautiful is that lake!!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402497787543056482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbwk9LEg49nsD_2WIoxBkqlL500ScHZ6-PQnViqgaoZPSla3agnSNO2bDyAqDc-X2SKd3Iyg7lQ-Zt76Pz89OoQkkXdOFNedauaOgLQs22b-pARLGZq0Cq0itJGuWva-BpQexP8Ui_64YJ/s320/Fall+2009+189.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div> Heber even got to experiene the first snowfall of the season. As you can see, this was not a good old "Bear Laker" but nonetheless it snowed in September and Heber thought that was great.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402497781523971474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzbVXB_WI80Dw-J0ux1mkx2R3QoIQzfkTS-1LfsVzX1isgRfyEkXgOxv22jwmI4FpXtPQmv45yAJnMxrtgszlkEkwcTpdJMuAPsNtA-LneYVgFWQuY7N-HMGPGPPPq-pO0jKu8y4PguCC5/s320/Fall+2009+171.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-10131399878293439882009-11-06T22:33:00.004-05:002009-11-06T22:52:59.060-05:00Mamma MiaSince this is <span style="font-size:180%;">ALL</span> he <span style="font-size:180%;">EVER</span> wants to do<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyPcqdA0ShFLhKK8RX5vxO07LYYzupZ9pgfHIq0dilIdLsqbS-UTwyTrdwhqSAMb71IWTqcLClpVBl-Oqeji67NMFMe5nFKDY8mcWGDgyg3n5Txkt-ZehjG0Wth8PNwy1v1L7c2AVcBxt0/s1600-h/Fall+2009+250.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401203844467985426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyPcqdA0ShFLhKK8RX5vxO07LYYzupZ9pgfHIq0dilIdLsqbS-UTwyTrdwhqSAMb71IWTqcLClpVBl-Oqeji67NMFMe5nFKDY8mcWGDgyg3n5Txkt-ZehjG0Wth8PNwy1v1L7c2AVcBxt0/s400/Fall+2009+250.JPG" border="0" /></a> I was not at all surprised when <span style="font-size:180%;">THIS</span> is what he asked to <span style="font-size:180%;">BE</span> for Halloween<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUq2QY6Zfj58S71dUGIM8xI8tst9admV8FVMv-z8u7SB9TXrEPAV0MCo2kw-CESyPGJ8QNz4FYGUvgGUW2OIoI93PPhhszMmMXmMRRDO5SBxPp_ZUaii8ERfYQjcefIqgqd7Cbf-C4ZLgr/s1600-h/Luigi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401202675463514802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUq2QY6Zfj58S71dUGIM8xI8tst9admV8FVMv-z8u7SB9TXrEPAV0MCo2kw-CESyPGJ8QNz4FYGUvgGUW2OIoI93PPhhszMmMXmMRRDO5SBxPp_ZUaii8ERfYQjcefIqgqd7Cbf-C4ZLgr/s400/Luigi.jpg" border="0" /></a> Check out my mad sewing skills on that hat. I looked all over Canton, OH and the internet to find the perfect little hat for my Luigi. I finally gave up and made one myself. Oh yea....this is the first time I have used my sewing machine for something other than scrapbooking. Not too bad!</div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-29905222426450853242009-11-01T18:05:00.004-05:002009-11-01T18:24:26.992-05:00J-Pouch anastomosis with loop illeostomyOn September 3, Ben underwent his 2nd of 3 operations to officially rid his body of the nasty ulcerative colitis that landed him in this mess in the first place.<br /><br />I think we both underestimated the magnitude of this particular step in the process and are very grateful now 2 months later that he seems to be returning back to normal.<br /><br /><div align="center">Ben's belly - the large bowel + the loop illeostomy + J-pouch reservoir + 1 very long scar that will be a forever reminder of what a blessing it is to feel good.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399276933918216194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIwUhUjtHOFINrg1d-3T1vJDi-aA8lY48HG13Z1z7Ia9m3lp7Cn25grwkZYyhfaJpHHUIlluk4mhBjmJV1gWHld1i9VBS2eArV8gukVTGdOZsjmSbU2PtrvUk2qq5k0BB4FPgKl8YyK1b/s320/Fall+2009+256.JPG" border="0" /> Below is a picture of the appliance that attaches to the illeostomy. He gets to get rid of this officially in December when he will have his 3rd and (hopefully) final procedure. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfDTzwzUgenz1iQSTImAnEdnN9siv64ANhvs0BHwDx_PivVgyDnSSx5XpaOYbGBoGodfAG8yYJRYv8duw4vOIKlilbMy_1EPNx0Rijr7cfrmkIDYIoFI0oBPpb0PXscATuzY1IGsat470/s1600-h/Fall+2009+259.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399276937441393842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfDTzwzUgenz1iQSTImAnEdnN9siv64ANhvs0BHwDx_PivVgyDnSSx5XpaOYbGBoGodfAG8yYJRYv8duw4vOIKlilbMy_1EPNx0Rijr7cfrmkIDYIoFI0oBPpb0PXscATuzY1IGsat470/s320/Fall+2009+259.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-79307646892119275912009-11-01T17:57:00.003-05:002009-11-01T18:21:36.613-05:00Welcome Back to Westbrook<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15eYIdC3zA-D-hpfM7VXwmnCYzZucomGjeSVcm4_umPrYBmvAm52p72wr4jz9gN0Gbo3QVTrxK6YlXncSrfpasEomZB7DUP3KlfqE1sLTBVwIWUG_okW7PUd5WtpbyEk0-mpfhnOeEeEw/s1600-h/school-2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399273951719375554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15eYIdC3zA-D-hpfM7VXwmnCYzZucomGjeSVcm4_umPrYBmvAm52p72wr4jz9gN0Gbo3QVTrxK6YlXncSrfpasEomZB7DUP3KlfqE1sLTBVwIWUG_okW7PUd5WtpbyEk0-mpfhnOeEeEw/s320/school-2009.jpg" border="0" /></a> Heber started his 2nd year of preschool in September. He was very excited to return back to Westbrook and to all of his buddies from last year. He went in without a hitch and didn't look back to say goodbye.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-42980651796566523852009-10-14T14:48:00.005-04:002009-10-15T07:15:45.740-04:00Okay...so it has been a whileIt isn't like we haven't had anything else though to keep us busy.<br /><br />1. First day of school<br /><br />2. Another major surgery<br /><br />3. Two trips across the country (one of which I didn't think I was going to survive)<br /><br />4. A wedding<br /><br />5. A chance to finally say goodbye to someone very special<br /><br />6. And a few times around on a roller coaster<br /><br /><br />I have proof of all of this in pictures which will soon follow this post.......until then however,<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Ask us about <a href="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj236/lapina19/Baby-2.jpg">APRIL</a> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">(psstt....click here)</span></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-37660523890885206612009-08-26T07:13:00.002-04:002009-08-26T07:37:14.411-04:00As if I didn't point the camera at him ENOUGHHeber decided he needed to do his own little photoshoot.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374233587455725586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK40NvonProtQWjs-OnsrS91borwh7nI9uyoXWBge67eX7deHSL_tprtutFM81XfDK2ldbi_dsZey3Dz99UqbXeMGw7esUInGEPgYG-8lYu2n7Kt6bZcivfLBsbTefPad424wCCdZZN7qj/s320/july+2009+041.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXAIVLG4QSv6uBArLOYXAzol7M3WxqoAlZ03gJ822_79Q3vDURnL5pUMRtFKQqRhxzN3eog_8ZrOdDjeespkr-28ix_n7Jbz2vu002JFv4dIF4n2ej2wEQjiTXVOZTDuECI20zuGWdAtW_/s1600-h/july+2009+043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374233595321165426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXAIVLG4QSv6uBArLOYXAzol7M3WxqoAlZ03gJ822_79Q3vDURnL5pUMRtFKQqRhxzN3eog_8ZrOdDjeespkr-28ix_n7Jbz2vu002JFv4dIF4n2ej2wEQjiTXVOZTDuECI20zuGWdAtW_/s320/july+2009+043.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374233602980753506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbC2BS90mTE-F1vAY2eT7WdZtGROHRWLsibyAjA7wkjrs5lHlWmLueOjp7xIKG1OD8vFr6XZYyV04k4wgjYLYTMHcHa3X3YSPRg7JmOXj3L89icY2D7qBIjUT60O1i6RUIiPwa_RPZVBl/s320/july+2009+042.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-66097548336277149462009-08-17T14:31:00.003-04:002009-08-17T14:44:05.906-04:00SOCCER<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQkSLec5rHslvmJaqVkwVoDDLy0mUXxmb6IoMF4TMhLAwsDLeurekm7XJokvuppuRb9em2lIwNYaIM7JpuHsa923kV_bbMjKILIzRAQpQeyJ0RAKwOfxncLZzq_JOZiRsJr0nNBgmTG_ZZ/s1600-h/Soccor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371002920047528034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQkSLec5rHslvmJaqVkwVoDDLy0mUXxmb6IoMF4TMhLAwsDLeurekm7XJokvuppuRb9em2lIwNYaIM7JpuHsa923kV_bbMjKILIzRAQpQeyJ0RAKwOfxncLZzq_JOZiRsJr0nNBgmTG_ZZ/s320/Soccor.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ever since the day the radiology tech exclaimed to Ben and I that we would be welcoming a little boy to our family I have been looking forward to this. There is something to be said about "pee wee" sports and I was counting the years until Heber would be able to participate. <br /><br />Tee ball was an instant hit and he is actually quite a good little ball player. He can hit better off a pitch than a tee however and loves to try to outrun the person with the ball as he rounds the bases (he finally figured out how to go from 1st to home in the right sequence after a few games).<br /><br />Soccer though, as illustrated by the picture below, is a little bit of a different story. This picture may or may not have been taken while the rest of the team was packed around the ball heading toward the goal. I wish you could here him yelling "DECEPTICON MOMMY" as he peered up at the airplane coming in for a landing at the airport down the road.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsgIWNcwCStlIam2ed7xXK56HvbmbB3v2dMMgX61n8rXYNfGi0E_w0G7wmKCIAGFMh9B2_t7OtcI_jJ9Dj-epppeHecjIrhumn1Ta176_KWB5L2p3ifDnYiK0qZ-4NeamBZULrIspjXH9l/s1600-h/soccor1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371002914219680050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsgIWNcwCStlIam2ed7xXK56HvbmbB3v2dMMgX61n8rXYNfGi0E_w0G7wmKCIAGFMh9B2_t7OtcI_jJ9Dj-epppeHecjIrhumn1Ta176_KWB5L2p3ifDnYiK0qZ-4NeamBZULrIspjXH9l/s320/soccor1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Eventually he did figure out that there was a game going on and he quickly joined in. He only came off the field crying twice because nobody was sharing the ball with him. I always thought he was the aggressive kid......guess we need to work on that one.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97kx9BkBJLZvs9n32oSm_SlAhx5Wa7HC7QAm1PE0FQKexmYnnsjNoQlco1yvgkAQZOdU5IC6i5kTpkSZXYsdQcIK9S1_WKLPjFw3i48rEMFF8YunFalb2tklcAnxN8bKQw7tBXhzOe428/s1600-h/soccor2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371002911658125986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97kx9BkBJLZvs9n32oSm_SlAhx5Wa7HC7QAm1PE0FQKexmYnnsjNoQlco1yvgkAQZOdU5IC6i5kTpkSZXYsdQcIK9S1_WKLPjFw3i48rEMFF8YunFalb2tklcAnxN8bKQw7tBXhzOe428/s320/soccor2.jpg" border="0" /></a> So, here is to soccer and this new adventure in a 4-year old boys life.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-15249110294973911462009-07-14T08:29:00.006-04:002009-07-14T09:41:11.324-04:00And then you find yourselfThe other day Ben and I were talking about where we would like to live when all of this is said and done. We could both agree that we wanted to be somewhere closer to <em>"home" </em>to which Heber added, "we are home."<br /><br />This got me thinking a little about what it means to be HOME. Ben and I call Idaho home. Ohio is the only home Heber has ever known.<br /><br />We miss the mountains, and blue sky, and dry heat. We miss the sound of the train running through town several times throughout the day and night. We miss a good ride on the 4-wheeler or a day on north beach.<br /><br />Home however, is more than the familiar walls you grow up in; more than the climate and the landscape around you. Home is being with the people you love.<br /><br />We miss our family the most. I often find myself feeling bad that Heber can't play with his cousins every day or go to grandpas house for a popcicle or to the drug store to visit grandma. But then I watch his eyes light up as he spots his buddies on the way to primary. I see one of the older men in the ward get down and give him a handshake and a "how are you today buddy." I feel a warm arm wrap around my shoulders and see the smiling faces of those around me, and I realize that Heber is right, we are home. For right now, we are home.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOTs6Eu9HfNhar6TPb6ExtxxQ_c61qPzyCq9-AKBxno-G18qTJEGTl2iRV4H93F1SgPbaQ_xSgcGXDf0PP_CREaqjg5DmaKJTGQ9c31ojxOOVsy2tUtmuUCcBjr_SXwt3__uSTzGGMecJ/s1600-h/hebe,-tyler,-kaleb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358293326637480226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOTs6Eu9HfNhar6TPb6ExtxxQ_c61qPzyCq9-AKBxno-G18qTJEGTl2iRV4H93F1SgPbaQ_xSgcGXDf0PP_CREaqjg5DmaKJTGQ9c31ojxOOVsy2tUtmuUCcBjr_SXwt3__uSTzGGMecJ/s320/hebe,-tyler,-kaleb.jpg" border="0" /></a> "My best friends" </div><div align="center">Tyler, Heber, and Kaleb</div><div align="center">Massillon Ward Campout 2009<br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iiQtwFtIE9CreBEcAhdixZ64IN9GhlK-iboMzLZ88y9oGr9qlaqOVyx7kGM8VOOQ2YNd-gqFYpMioCtJ6zkf5uGwiog1nJpbV_orHuvvpzaG-zcUuRit9McH4Wyh9uVxUKfWDm3RiwnQ/s1600-h/hebe-and-Tyler.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358293323367110690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iiQtwFtIE9CreBEcAhdixZ64IN9GhlK-iboMzLZ88y9oGr9qlaqOVyx7kGM8VOOQ2YNd-gqFYpMioCtJ6zkf5uGwiog1nJpbV_orHuvvpzaG-zcUuRit9McH4Wyh9uVxUKfWDm3RiwnQ/s320/hebe-and-Tyler.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The day we pulled out of Bear Lake in the U-haul Ben promised me we wouldn't go any further east than Missouri. I was not surprised 2-years later when we loaded up and moved to Ohio. </p><p>I am sure we would have had a great experience and made great friends in any place we decided to venture to. I am grateful however that he did not keep that promise to me. This has been a great place to call HOME.</p><p></p>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-75392761272149082492009-07-02T08:54:00.007-04:002009-07-02T09:57:22.519-04:00Hey Batter Batter<div align="center">Take me out to the ball game, take me out with the crowd.</div><div align="center">Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks, I don't know if I never get back</div><div align="center">Let me root, root, root for the <span style="font-size:180%;">BLUE JAYS </span><span style="font-size:78%;">(don't know how they ended up with green shirts)</span></div><div align="center">if they don't win its a shame. For its one, two, three strikes you're out at the Old Ball Game.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353854981368691202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-OB5hLtYvhoNYfOg9tKpGYK-1s7_8NEeYc0Uq14DZQHh7Ck3Ge7jobJWNg79GC7DCsTAkI_L3AJeXy62yxZOnh3SuAM00d8mWh0c-zZhLG8NsvQMPyAqSM8RBLE55rwjzGVpEE5g3ae3/s320/Chicken-Little.jpg" border="0" />When the coach first put the helmet on his head we thought he looked like </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">chicken little</span><span style="font-size:100%;">...it amazed us to see how small he is next to the majority of his team. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></div></span><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUzhAy-h8xNylEnTDLF2ZipM53GVzkMkZdtO6UwoGDgUpcbTuu48l0IaIbImy3ah0qZ08wbIHk5kY3t4JUpQYuwOCyqCBJVTegw94qSVzH8ZjMepHPFow4PmNBbSZMWKfpPeWeq6EGW2U/s1600-h/team.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353854984612450114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUzhAy-h8xNylEnTDLF2ZipM53GVzkMkZdtO6UwoGDgUpcbTuu48l0IaIbImy3ah0qZ08wbIHk5kY3t4JUpQYuwOCyqCBJVTegw94qSVzH8ZjMepHPFow4PmNBbSZMWKfpPeWeq6EGW2U/s320/team.jpg" border="0" /></a> You should have seen all the little green shirts scrambling for the ball each time it was hit off the tee....it looked a little bit more like a wrestling match then a baseball game. Heber watched for the first few hits but he caught on soon enough. After a few catches himself, he pouted and tattled on the kid who caught the ball if it wasn't him. Way to be a good sport Hebe</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353854991950798306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVa3jRhPXvhfFdcoacT9eqid6W1GeaR0JzTibZKwLiVkUvnWv3BcDxUfSJb3UeuwLSphHcrnZQ8L8Xga6HFNvdqAPECg9Er_3tsmqX7Jx_4bBENo9SG6IJ1r45Sr_25jJbaeId0-Obdflu/s320/outfield.jpg" border="0" />I was one proud mamma to say the least. Since the time we found out we were having a boy I have been looking forward to this day. </div><div align="left">Daddy seemed to enjoy it as well, even if "baseball is lame." </div><div align="left"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxcDZBSBdEJ3VjCD3lrar66nZvxxrDXUs7y-q-ouRdXz3-m0bTnMFxOCKO9lgmA5nQ4V88bcSFVIgfe0Ok2lA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><div align="left"><br />As I was pushing Heber on the swing in the back yard after the game he said to me, </div><div align="left">"I had a great time mom.......I did a great job huh"</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Yes babe, you did!<br /><br /></div></span><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-73447134747743506622009-06-28T17:19:00.005-04:002009-06-28T22:47:29.859-04:00How do I love thee<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQBz-TDnpv2stZIJPc2iKjA6ySsjvnErDp7pw8nF_HXpYUP1PQ8AXTFmMb7sT7kAD2jLetqfkMxHrZSjZO9NaOBHeG7pvIhWqs9v6PzX81h7vlZXY6cz7QxJGWyfWtL8bPX-tUO5pJSZxr/s1600-h/spring+2009+084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352492383497241330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQBz-TDnpv2stZIJPc2iKjA6ySsjvnErDp7pw8nF_HXpYUP1PQ8AXTFmMb7sT7kAD2jLetqfkMxHrZSjZO9NaOBHeG7pvIhWqs9v6PzX81h7vlZXY6cz7QxJGWyfWtL8bPX-tUO5pJSZxr/s400/spring+2009+084.JPG" border="0" /></a> So, today in primary, Heber's name was <span style="font-size:180%;">finally</span> pulled from the helper jar and he got to find one of the 7 pictures in the room that the chorister had hidden. Because he found the picture that coincided with the first line of the song we were learning, he got to go up first. After about the 5th picture came up, little Hebe's arms started wearing out. Being the <span style="font-size:180%;">genius</span> child that he is, he used the tape stuck on the back to attach the picture of Jesus with the children to his face. It looked so dang funny. You couldn't see his face at all, just his body sticking out from under it standing perfectly still with his hands resting reverently at his sides.<br /><br />Luckily, none of the other kids in the room noticed right away or there would have been complete <span style="font-size:180%;">pandemonium</span>. I could not compose myself long enough to go up there and encourage him to remove the picture from his face. All I could think of, as I tried like crazy to stifle my laughter, was the expression that must covereing his face behind the picture.<br /><br />He reminded me today of one of the many reasons I love being his mom. After he finally decided to cooperate and hold his picture up high for <span style="font-size:180%;">all</span> to see, I sat there and marveled at how big he is getting and felt that lump forming in my throat that sneaks up on me once in a while during one of these mommy moments.<br /><br />I love <span style="font-size:180%;">you</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Heber. Thank you for always finding a way to put a <span style="font-size:180%;">smile</span> on my face.</span>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-56593898528383019452009-06-24T07:11:00.003-04:002009-06-24T07:45:10.836-04:00At the beach.....or something like that!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0rylu3VWnlhw8FPLxulAlc4b5Nj2kAHaw19LOgUb3FvQyJAVB-fn-lymc0dhl6gvAx4HNvW4Nnwv6-LzH5dw1txNPp3WVAxcUf10S3HQ3fo06-ABubz_mUq6R8W4EhT53JAMdzDidipf/s1600-h/spring+2009+108.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350853085387768738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0rylu3VWnlhw8FPLxulAlc4b5Nj2kAHaw19LOgUb3FvQyJAVB-fn-lymc0dhl6gvAx4HNvW4Nnwv6-LzH5dw1txNPp3WVAxcUf10S3HQ3fo06-ABubz_mUq6R8W4EhT53JAMdzDidipf/s320/spring+2009+108.JPG" border="0" /></a> Heber kept telling us that he "lubs going to the beach" as he played in the water table. I don't know for sure if he has been to the beach so few times that he really has no idea what it is, or if he was dropping some serious hints as he tried to cool off in the backyard.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350853091781411682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyD1axhWZ-ONcglC1tCTzCJjp3e1e8IBZk3YUjDoctN68DgoEwamkpqSRFrhJ_Iee5h3V_PD55lYRo5TzqAryC-91R2nujrEag3ParhNFaLehDZMMwRAOCmHQOCmlsLSLjBDJupK3aIUPB/s320/spring+2009+106.JPG" border="0" />I am sure that there is a lake or two near northeast Ohio (ha ha) but we would much rather take a trip to Bear Lake. Oh how we miss you Idaho!<br /><div></div></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQRqem1eBO6peSYsa4oheB9xWxBnyQ6ZPIj4ODT6MrUSkcADOQPGs8Cza9fkxBmqsFBZmyZUVSxT1JbPLj2Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-41761522892001727732009-06-03T08:15:00.002-04:002009-06-03T08:26:20.849-04:00And were outta here<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2rj0Uk_cKeDDMF2xQrAxWuyPJ_h1GQ59aQB2bfa9Fp8SD-TJH3OxaFHPRZw2dYBMtxPJ7Bg4FkGwvo4hKHBkg0R2feqwltUNVakWzjDA_TQ7QjBjgynsfoaVawugz8rmLK-VXRyH-dP2/s1600-h/May+2009+041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343075230368600834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2rj0Uk_cKeDDMF2xQrAxWuyPJ_h1GQ59aQB2bfa9Fp8SD-TJH3OxaFHPRZw2dYBMtxPJ7Bg4FkGwvo4hKHBkg0R2feqwltUNVakWzjDA_TQ7QjBjgynsfoaVawugz8rmLK-VXRyH-dP2/s320/May+2009+041.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Heber's last day of preschool was last Thursday. I really wish this picture would have turned out a little better. I could tell the second I took it that it was blurry but Hebe just couln't be bothered with standing still for one more minute while his friends were building the ultimate block tower across the room. </div><div> </div><div>These 3 ladies were phenominal and I am so happy that Heber got to share his first school experience with them. We will sure miss Mrs. Sliman, Mrs. Whal, and Mrs. Bickart, and all our friends from room 5 this summer. We hope we can steal a hug or twenty as we walk by to our new classroom and new teachers next fall.</div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542624683798752395.post-82349385451878979162009-06-01T07:10:00.007-04:002009-06-01T15:52:04.655-04:00You've had a BIRTHDAY<div align="left">shout <span style="font-size:180%;">HOORAY</span></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342330206638734130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsN5mfN43mALJJfur1-dXL4yTILtybn4MqjduXNFquRfHTEj90TXqesMXLwwwGILuMC13NcEATCb6LlhbGYhaMupjpCU5QxdoeX6TQtYqSKLPWh5a3Lf8-K7d7NBNo-067a6yE0lyI20Eu/s320/May+2009+024.JPG" border="0" />We want to sing to you today</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342330195795071922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmja6t2DGujfP4fuKGaCAE2Vsxyjq1HtfzBRmGC3BawARr8vKgvDHnh8B8zm_JKqpU3-YHcGs7obmiO6WS7MwE7gSg4J0m4nmnF3MSncf85I8LJlVd8E56sqGP_I_BrM1JZWYdqRgWpvR/s320/May+2009+010.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center">One year older and wiser too<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAepSN2Ym25-lAIX5h0GC8WiIl4VHqB7gHs4ryEZryp1al4-qBHznKI-oGlb8yz0MQU09Pq8YIrgBxrt_mt5UEms4thqsmfMgIvW93QRjUibUA9oUc10kvbhsdS3qCjt0tQzhfAyRoZOy6/s1600-h/May+2009+026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342330211147985026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAepSN2Ym25-lAIX5h0GC8WiIl4VHqB7gHs4ryEZryp1al4-qBHznKI-oGlb8yz0MQU09Pq8YIrgBxrt_mt5UEms4thqsmfMgIvW93QRjUibUA9oUc10kvbhsdS3qCjt0tQzhfAyRoZOy6/s320/May+2009+026.JPG" border="0" /></a>Happy Birthday..to you!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342330215550152626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWcIEkg1-HVPhFx-d0REmMGD8Nrjnu7SCxO8OgaXPCHVsL50HYIYWXFcHAUJfMerO2VIKpsaye4VstvfTD0hZwuNdylpQtXSj6_FpNGrbOcH788FNWnOGOwmy-DqbWkhkDGnjb8K7ozcr/s320/May+2009+022.JPG" border="0" /> Happy 4th birthday Heber!!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxr1cuHmCac0cxJQ2hpm7tLZBNUSCfHMlMzarl7dg4iPK6PUcPdY4bUQIPGYg3qbsJ8UeYaKMDeoEo1MobfAg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">I am a little slow getting this posted.....in fact, Heber has been 4 years old for a week and 2 days now. He had a great birthday. To start the day off, he got to go to Toys R Us and spend his birthday money from the Grandmas and Grandpas. He bought a remote control WallE that is way beyond his years....we tried to talk him into something else but it is impossible to say no to a blue-eyed birthday boy. He chose a corn dog and fries "to take home" from Sonic for his birthday lunch and was happy as ever about the prize that came with it....."they gave me a happy dirthday too!" Then we had a few friends over for dinner and cake (which by the way I think should qaulify me as a professional decorator...haha!)</div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /></div>Heber and his "Deli" aka: Adelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008927781238429172noreply@blogger.com10