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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157</id><updated>2013-05-19T08:16:13.421-05:00</updated><category term="Summer" /><category term="Parties" /><category term="Printables" /><category term="Marriage/Casey" /><category term="Logan" /><category term="Digital Stuff" /><category term="A Day in Our Life" /><category term="Books and Reading" /><category term="Family" /><category term="DIY" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="Friends" /><category term="Favorite Things" /><category term="Digital Scrapbooking" /><category term="Photography" /><category term="Grocery {and other} Shopping" /><category term="Parenting/Motherhood/Pregnancy" /><category term="Working/Jobs" /><category term="Valentines" /><category term="Organization" /><category term="Travel" /><category term="Halloween" /><category term="Cooking and Recipes {Food}" /><category term="Ethan" /><category term="About Me" /><category term="Spring" /><category term="Fall" /><category term="Gift Giving" /><category term="Home and Garden" /><category term="School" /><title type="text">The Cookes</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cookefam.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08044832268075725440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2311/320/untitled.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>960</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/cookefam/xgbo" /><feedburner:info uri="cookefam/xgbo" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>cookefam/xgbo</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-7792336024896741551</id><published>2013-05-17T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-17T00:28:16.207-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting/Motherhood/Pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer" /><title type="text">Last Day of Preschool | 2013</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another school year is in the books. Yesterday was the boys' last day of preschool. Ethan finished up his third and final year of preschool and Logan completed his first year. Of course I took a photo on our front porch just like I did the &lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2012/09/first-day-of-preschool-2012.html"&gt;first day of school&lt;/a&gt; back in September last year. They  have definitely grown (a lot)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2548_zpsa4b9a0b7.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2548_zpsa4b9a0b7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They both had end-of-the-year parties at school and an early release so after we said our good-byes and loaded up the car with all their goodies from their teachers, we stopped at Sonic on the way home for orange slush drinks. This is a first for both of them. Nothing ushers in summer like a Sonic drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2551_zps3efa89ce.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2551_zps3efa89ce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I asked them whether they wanted orange or grape (keeping the choices down to two is always a good thing) and they both picked orange with no hesitation. I must have taught them nothing...it should always be grape!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2566_zps8cf7ee01.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2566_zps8cf7ee01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan, who is not adventurous at all when it comes to food (that's an understatement), &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; his slushie. He kept calling it "juice" and was so excited about it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2570_zps23f365b2.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2570_zps23f365b2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan, however, still does not like cold things, apparently (and yes, that includes ice cream). He liked the flavor but it was too cold for him. I ended up letting it thaw out during nap time and he had some more later in the afternoon when it wasn't as icy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2571_zps27b0f3c9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2571_zps27b0f3c9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2573_zps5e7eba84.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2573_zps5e7eba84.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so excited about our summer. I used to be a summer girl...because school was out. So, obviously it was my favorite season. Then, after graduating from college, when the school year no longer mattered to me and I was in an office all day instead of at the swimming pool, I gave up on summer and switched to fall. Now, I have a feeling that summer is making a comeback in my book. We're on a school calendar again and there's just no denying that summers are magical times during childhood. And I love that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2576_zps572bce87.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2576_zps572bce87.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2580_zps55960542.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2580_zps55960542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2579_zps6a82d43a.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2579_zps6a82d43a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/aXzg_M5JYMk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/7792336024896741551/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=7792336024896741551&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/7792336024896741551" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/7792336024896741551" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/aXzg_M5JYMk/last-day-of-preschool-2013.html" title="Last Day of Preschool | 2013" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/05/last-day-of-preschool-2013.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-1415268365201064526</id><published>2013-05-15T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-15T21:09:41.923-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Preschool Graduation and Program | 2013</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Thursday night, the boys' preschool had their end of the year program and graduation for the 4 year olds. This year they did a Dr. Seuss theme and Logan's class (2 year olds) were the red fish and blue fish. They did a couple of precious songs...in fact, their song about fish was the cutest in the whole program, in my opinion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2299_zps71cabd5b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2299_zps71cabd5b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan (who can be shy) was really into the performance. He did (most of) the hand motions and singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2293_zps0f8ebdf1.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2293_zps0f8ebdf1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then there were other times that he looked bored...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2291_zps24b551d0.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2291_zps24b551d0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But he did have fun and was so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2302_zps319b2110.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2302_zps319b2110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even if he was a little tired...the yawn was not scripted but they were singing about taking a nap! (At this point, it was already 30 min past his normal bed time). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2304_zps94b28b3e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2304_zps94b28b3e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He really loved his "blue fish" shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2313_zps95551b12.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2313_zps95551b12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2317_zps780f7ae0.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2317_zps780f7ae0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last group to perform during the program was Ethan's class...the 4 year olds. They have a tradition of having the 4 year olds come in driving battery-powered cars and the kids think it is the coolest thing ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2327_zps27c68276.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2327_zps27c68276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan got to be the driver and he was very excited about it despite the face he's making here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2336_zps14aeb083.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2336_zps14aeb083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He spotted daddy and gave a wave before quickly gripping the wheel again so he didn't veer off course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2340_zps8dea03cd.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2340_zps8dea03cd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan's class were Whos from Whoville. They could dress up like a regular Who or they could be a specific type of Who (like a policeman/woman, doctor, firefighter, etc.). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2348_zps5d09f8e8.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2348_zps5d09f8e8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan decided to be a fireman Who. We added the red bowtie just for some Who-whimsy. Ethan, as always, did the hand motions and sang along to all the words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2361_zps13149413.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2361_zps13149413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2366_zps109ed15d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2366_zps109ed15d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, this was the first year that he looked nervous to be in front of that many people. In years past, he was not really aware of the audience, but this year he definitely was. He did great, but he was just not as expressive or exuberant in his performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2346_zps28112912.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2346_zps28112912.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He did smile a few times, though. I think he had fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2373_zps623e51f5.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2373_zps623e51f5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then after the program, the 4 year olds went to change into their graduation robes so they could get their preschool diplomas. Let me pause for a moment and recognize the relative ridiculousness that is celebrating preschool graduation. But, whatever...they're cute and it is a milestone in their lives. I can hardly believe Ethan is done with preschool...I still remember his very first day when he was two. And here he is walking very purposefully up to the stage...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2381_zps5fc6a8e2.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2381_zps5fc6a8e2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...where he was handed his diploma by his two sweet and amazing teachers, Ms. Jennifer and Ms. Kim. Ethan really loved school this year and I know that is due in large part to these two ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2383_zpsf0535a6f.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2383_zpsf0535a6f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And just like that, he's done with preschool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2392_zpsa93f4172.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2392_zpsa93f4172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2397_zps7c033773.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2397_zps7c033773.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Cat in the Hat was the MC of the program and graduation and Ethan was lucky enough to give him a high (actually, low) five. It was a highlight for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2407_zps7f3ac6cb.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2407_zps7f3ac6cb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the 4 year old graduates did their last song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2418_zps1ddbe00a.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2418_zps1ddbe00a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2420_zpsdcca781a.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2420_zpsdcca781a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan was a proud little boy, that's for sure. He told us that next year, when he's in Kindergarten, he will go to school FIVE days a week just like daddy at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2427_zps11b72203.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2427_zps11b72203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mimi and Pop were there to see the boys' program and Ethan's graduation...in fact, they kept Logan busy while I was watching/photographing Ethan and Casey was video taping the whole thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2432_zps14da7418.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2432_zps14da7418.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2453_zps475acbdb.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2453_zps475acbdb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2463_zps3d1feaf1.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2463_zps3d1feaf1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo 050913EthanPreschoolGraduation_zps940c7327.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/050913EthanPreschoolGraduation_zps940c7327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/o3uUlrJHgFg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/1415268365201064526/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=1415268365201064526&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/1415268365201064526" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/1415268365201064526" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/o3uUlrJHgFg/preschool-graduation-and-program-2013.html" title="Preschool Graduation and Program | 2013" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/05/preschool-graduation-and-program-2013.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-1317568091197214472</id><published>2013-05-14T16:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-14T16:16:38.994-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home and Garden" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Logan's Big Boy Room</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan's room has been transformed over the past few months from &lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2010/09/logans-nursery.html"&gt;his nursery&lt;/a&gt; to a big boy room. I can't believe we no longer have a crib in the house. I have been collecting things here and there for almost a year now. I didn't want a theme, but I knew I wanted some vintage or antique items in here like in &lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2012/03/ethans-room-tweaked.html"&gt;Ethan's room&lt;/a&gt;. In fact, there will be a few things that look similar to big brother's room. Here's what Logan's room looks like from his door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2465_zps1ff64321.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2465_zps1ff64321.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved in the bedding and drapes, I kind of wanted to paint the walls. But, I thought since they were neutral that I'd leave them for now and just paint next time...when Logan has more opinions about his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The striped bedding and the bed itself are both from Pottery Barn Kids (Ethan's bedding is navy striped). The "Logan" pillow is from Ballard Designs (Ethan has one in red). Navy quilt and sheets from Target. The green drapes are black-out panels from Target that actually matched the green of the bedding perfectly, which was awesome since they were only $15 a piece. The navy shade is from Bed Bath and Beyond and came with black-out lining too. We are big fans of making our boys' bedrooms dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2468_zpsb0043c12.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2468_zpsb0043c12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan has a grouping of three photos over his bed too. The thing is...I like it so much and the way it looks over the bed, that nothing else fit the bill for Logan's room. So I just did the same thing. And those are three of my very favorite photos I took of Logan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2470_zps107743c4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2470_zps107743c4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2469_zps4840afe3.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2469_zps4840afe3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2485_zps9921ca5d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2485_zps9921ca5d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan's bedside table was a Craigslist find (a steal, actually) that I spray painted in glossy navy. I didn't do anything to the hardware because I loved it. The lamp is from Home Goods and the trusty sound machine finds it's home here too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2492_zps49d5a905.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2492_zps49d5a905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This little barking puppy was a gift long ago to Ethan from Nonnie. So, it was in his nursery, then I used it in Logan's nursery (on a shelf), and now it's in his big boy room. I just think it is so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2500-1_zps1b832c33.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2500-1_zps1b832c33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To the right of the bed is a hanging rack that was in Logan's nursery (I had three sweet baby outfits hanging from it). I decided to just leave it and find some fun things to hang from it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2497_zps71ec22da.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2497_zps71ec22da.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first thing I found was the vintage Cricket bat. My mom and I ran across it while browsing antiques in downtown McKinney. I wasn't looking for it, but when I saw it, I knew I wanted it in Logan's room. It speaks to the British influences in my dad's family. Then, I hung a soccer (or football) jersey on the middle hook...that my dad and my brother brought back from London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2474_zps431e9b98.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2474_zps431e9b98.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And rounding out the hanging trio is one of Casey's old baseball gloves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2499_zpsae82ba86.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2499_zpsae82ba86.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2495_zpse4b0619e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2495_zpse4b0619e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had originally thought that I'd sell the rocker with the crib and changing table, but Logan had other plans. He still likes to be rocked before nap time and bed time. It's a tough job cuddling with your son , but dutiful parents that we are...we do it. And we will savor every moment that he wants to be rocked until he decides he doesn't want that any more. At which point I will cry when we get rid of the rocker because I rocked &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt; of my babies in that chair. That, and it may be the most comfortable chair we own (seriously, it's SO comfy). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2475_zpsa5e24d5b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2475_zpsa5e24d5b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom and I picked up these antique metal train cars in &lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2012/12/asheville-day-3.html"&gt;Asheville&lt;/a&gt; when we were antiquing. It sounds like we go antiquing all the time, but we really don't! We've just gotten pretty lucky the few times we've gone. We got these train cars for an absolute steal and I knew I wanted to use them in Logan's room because he &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; choo choos. But I didn't know how I'd use them. Somehow, I came up with the idea to make them a wall display with shelves (from Home Decorator's Collection). I think it shows them off perfectly. Logan is thrilled about these in his room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2493_zps12265541.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2493_zps12265541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other side of the room is a book shelf (from Pottery Barn Kids) and a wall gallery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2478_zps57d2d1ea.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2478_zps57d2d1ea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I almost didn't fill up his shelves yet because I was afraid that he would play with all of the stuff instead of sleeping. There's nothing on that shelf that is precious or breakable, but I didn't want them to be distractions. But Logan really pretty much stays in bed when he's in his room at nap time or bed time. It helps that we don't store his regular toys in his room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2479_zps6c913067.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2479_zps6c913067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2487_zpsde513a6d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2487_zpsde513a6d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The wall gallery evolved over several months. I purchased the racket and the Norman Rockwell framed football print (bottom left) at the same time as the cricket bat in downtown McKinney. The number 2 was a find at an antique store in Frisco when I was browsing for photography props. The small bat is Casey's. Not sure where he got it, but he's had it for as long as I can remember. The other two frames are from Ikea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2488_zpsdfd21d23.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2488_zpsdfd21d23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the frames is a shadow box and it holds the little sail boat my parents bought for Logan in St. Thomas. He has played with it and broken it already (it was rather fragile), but Casey glued it back together and I decided to put it in the frame to keep it in his room but also keep it from getting broken again. Logan thinks it is so cool that there's a boat behind the glass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2501_zps161bcc2d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2501_zps161bcc2d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I searched through Casey's truck of stuff from his childhood and found this soccer patch from 1991. I didn't know if I would use it or not, but it worked perfectly in the Ikea frame I spray painted navy (same color as the bedside table). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2502_zps6f105247.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2502_zps6f105247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book shelf items were collected over several months also. I found the vintage books at Half Price Books and also on Etsy. The white trophy and green jack were both Target clearance items that I found at separate times. The "L" is from Hobby Lobby and I spray painted it green (like the "R" in &lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2013/02/my-office.html"&gt;my office&lt;/a&gt;...same color). The football and baseballs are new...from Target. As is the glass jar. I stole the blocks from the playroom. Logan has a red coin box just like Ethan does on his shelf. They are from my parents. The vintage locker basket was an antique store find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2483_zpsb3e5a6c2.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2483_zpsb3e5a6c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the little baseball was Casey's from one of his years in Little League. It is signed by his whole team. I love it! And it sits in one of his old baseball trophies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2503_zpsee9a3271.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2503_zpsee9a3271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom bought me the bowling pin because she thought it would be  cool in here...and I love it. The teddy bear was a gift from her before Logan  was born. She and Ethan made it for baby Logan at Build a Bear. I love that it is still part of his room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_2504_zps813eb133.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_2504_zps813eb133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it...a big boy room for a big(er) boy. I had a lot of fun collecting things for this room. And even more fun is seeing how excited and proud Logan is of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/BKolyaZgLK4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/1317568091197214472/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=1317568091197214472&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/1317568091197214472" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/1317568091197214472" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/BKolyaZgLK4/logans-big-boy-room.html" title="Logan's Big Boy Room" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/05/logans-big-boy-room.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-2812687291740322652</id><published>2013-05-12T22:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-12T22:14:11.078-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting/Motherhood/Pregnancy" /><title type="text">Mother's Day 2013</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was a sweet day of my boys (and daddy) making me feel special. Actually, it started yesterday because we do the bulk of our Mother's Day stuff on the Saturday before Mother's Day. Much more time and less stress than a Sunday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't pull out my "big" camera or even my iPhone today...but I got a few photos nonetheless. The point and shoot cameras really came through for me today. Thanks to my mom for this first one of me and my boys at lunch after church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo DSCN1075_zps659cdcea.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/DSCN1075_zps659cdcea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then a couple more at home after naps (and in our lounge clothes). Ethan is king of the fake smile these days, but that's ok. Lately I've been getting glimpses of his thoughtfulness that make me so proud. He loves to make things for and celebrate others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P5120004_zpsd1732ab4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P5120004_zpsd1732ab4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These two...though they make me crazy sometimes...are two of the greatest gifts in my life. I am so thankful for them and honored to be their mama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P5120006_zps5b2326e3.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P5120006_zps5b2326e3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And as for my own mom...she really is the best mom and Mimi there is. I know the boys would agree. She is my best friend and I still learn from her all the time. Although I wish she had passed down her thick hair to me, but I guess that was sort of out of her control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo scan0058_zpsb752123b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/scan0058_zpsb752123b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo scan0054_zps8698ff87.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/scan0054_zps8698ff87.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope all of her mom-skills have rubbed off on me a little. The crazy thing about moms is that (like I said before), they continue to teach you even when you have children of your own. And I honestly think (actually, I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt;) that she takes care of me just as much now as she did when I was little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo scan0053_zps90364d03.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/scan0053_zps90364d03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then somehow, I was blessed with a wonderful and truly amazing mother-in-law. She raised a son that I am so very thankful for. I am writing down notes on how she cares for us so that I can be just like her with my own sons and their families. She will probably kill me for posting this photo (and Casey will too), but isn't it just awesome!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo Scan10141_zpsc44f809b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/Scan10141_zpsc44f809b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Donna is the best Nonnie to the boys there ever was. She makes them feel so special. And I'm pretty sure she would do just about anything for them. Really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7635_zps43bf1697.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7635_zps43bf1697.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7268_zpsc865dce5.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7268_zpsc865dce5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love being a mom. And I'm so thankful I've had the opportunity. It has defined a large part of my life in profound and wonderful ways. This year, more than any year before, I am aware of those whose dreams of motherhood haven't come true or who grieve losses of moms or children on this day. One thing that I think is true about life...it is joy and sorrow mixed together, lived and felt at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/Opp6MnptbFk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/2812687291740322652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=2812687291740322652&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/2812687291740322652" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/2812687291740322652" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/Opp6MnptbFk/mothers-day-2013.html" title="Mother's Day 2013" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/05/mothers-day-2013.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-5913110798639954556</id><published>2013-04-28T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-28T08:00:05.633-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Soccer Shots</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These photos aren't what they might look like...Logan is not playing soccer on a team yet. That uniform was a gift from my brother to Ethan several years ago and it's essentially a dress-up costume for them. But, since I am in the process of putting the finishing touches on Logan's big boy room, I decided to get a canvas of Logan for his wall. And I thought this costume would give the photo a fun touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, Logan and I went out for about 15 minutes one evening and took a soccer ball with us. He was so excited to "take pictures." So, it went well, and I ended up with a very hard decision as to which one to choose for the actual canvas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one that I chose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_1843a_zps12542a70.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_1843a_zps12542a70.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really love all the shots I got...here's a few more favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_1877a_zps555e24dd.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_1877a_zps555e24dd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_1861_zps235baa36.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_1861_zps235baa36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_1810a_zps1d827f99.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_1810a_zps1d827f99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/ZcwagtQaFy4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/5913110798639954556/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=5913110798639954556&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/5913110798639954556" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/5913110798639954556" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/ZcwagtQaFy4/soccer-shots.html" title="Soccer Shots" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/04/soccer-shots.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-7881555992129663314</id><published>2013-04-27T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-27T14:08:05.747-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Digital Stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Printables" /><title type="text">"Tweet" Teachers</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week was Teacher Appreciation Week at the boys' preschool. And we do appreciate our sweet teachers. And the fact that they really are sweet inspired this little bag topper. The boys made cards for each of their teachers and we included a Sonic gift card (because we did Target gift cards at Christmas). And there's also a sweet treat in another baggie behind the card...our favorite and super-speedy &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ccenter%3E%20%3Cimg%20src=%22http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_1781_zps47fc52c4.jpg%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%20photo%20IMG_1781_zps47fc52c4.jpg%22/%3E%20%3Cimg%20src=%22http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_1785_zpsdb22d0c7.jpg%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%20photo%20IMG_1785_zpsdb22d0c7.jpg%22/%3E%20%3C/center%3E"&gt;chocolate cookie recipe&lt;/a&gt; that the boys' teachers have grown to love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_1781_zps47fc52c4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_1781_zps47fc52c4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_1785_zpsdb22d0c7.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_1785_zpsdb22d0c7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download this topper by clicking the image below if you'd like to use it for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzzrViCgjs5fWW1UazAteGwtNzA/edit?usp=sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo TweetTeacherTreatTopperBlogImage_zps7cd4fd5a.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/TweetTeacherTreatTopperBlogImage_zps7cd4fd5a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/MJV4arVhI_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/7881555992129663314/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=7881555992129663314&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/7881555992129663314" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/7881555992129663314" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/MJV4arVhI_A/tweet-teachers.html" title="&quot;Tweet&quot; Teachers" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_TweetTeacherTreatTopperBlogImage_zps7cd4fd5a.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/04/tweet-teachers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-3012545850656699206</id><published>2013-04-22T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-22T14:52:19.114-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Bluebonnets 2013</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we stuck to tradition and I hauled the boys out to the bluebonnet fields for photos. Except this year the bluebonnets were not quite as thick as they have been in the previous couple of years (&lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2012/03/bluebonnets-2012.html"&gt;2012&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2011/04/bluebonnets-2011.html"&gt;2011&lt;/a&gt;) at these fields. The flowers were still beautiful, though, despite being fewer in number.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0775_zpse0e9b216.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0775_zpse0e9b216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0780_zpsc9d94f46.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0780_zpsc9d94f46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year, Logan was my cooperative one (believe it or not), so there are a few more photos of him. Sweet boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0794_zpse730c061.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0794_zpse730c061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0824_zps4bbfbea6.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0824_zps4bbfbea6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0915_zpsb85e0442.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0915_zpsb85e0442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0805_zpse2628177.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0805_zpse2628177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0808_zps04184ce4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0808_zps04184ce4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0854_zps20a952ee.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0854_zps20a952ee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0840_zps52d7c612.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0840_zps52d7c612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan was pretty good...he just wanted to explore and catch lady bugs! They were both fascinated by the bees and lady bugs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0906_zpsa385085d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0906_zpsa385085d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here they are checking one out up-close. We caught a few, but they were pretty quick to fly away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0901_zps1e50e751.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0901_zps1e50e751.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0800_zps1dcc8434.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0800_zps1dcc8434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mimi met us out at the fields and took the boys home with her after our photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0870_zps50239ad4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0870_zps50239ad4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was not thinking about being in any photos, which is why my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing one of my "shooting shirts" (white). But, I have to practice what I preach about moms getting in photos with their kids...so here we are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0896_zps14aa8d11.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0896_zps14aa8d11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/TZ_DSaddUmI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/3012545850656699206/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=3012545850656699206&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/3012545850656699206" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/3012545850656699206" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/TZ_DSaddUmI/bluebonnets-2013.html" title="Bluebonnets 2013" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/04/bluebonnets-2013.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-7652365246764652966</id><published>2013-04-19T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-19T21:14:18.093-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Dyeing and Hunting (Again)</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day before Easter we went to Nonnie and Papaw's house to dye and hunt eggs with the cousins. We had an amazing lunch first. So amazing, apparently, that I didn't even pull out my camera, which would have distracted from my eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After lunch, we set the boys up to dye eggs in the garage. They even got "aprons" made from trash bags to keep their clothes from getting stained. We used Kool-Aid for our dye this year and it worked great. Very easy and cheap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9701_zpsac5295cb.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9701_zpsac5295cb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9702_zps439750d6.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9702_zps439750d6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As per usual, Ethan was very methodical about his egg dyeing. He was pretty careful and deliberate about how he did each one. He was still totally fascinated by the wax crayon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9707_zpsb2e1ad81.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9707_zpsb2e1ad81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan dove right in...literally. He plopped his first egg into red dye and then stuck his whole hand in there to pull it out. So, he had a red hand for the rest of the day until I could get him home and Google how to get Kool-Aid stains out of skin (dish soap, just in case you're wondering...worked like a charm.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9715_zpsf9833304.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9715_zpsf9833304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But he got the hang of using the rabbit tongs from that point on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9724_zpscb0f6bb4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9724_zpscb0f6bb4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan had so much fun dyeing eggs this year. He was messy and careless just like a 2.5 year old, but he had the best time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9740_zps32ca5cc4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9740_zps32ca5cc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9803_zpsbd00bfa8.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9803_zpsbd00bfa8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9783_zps7f6a8d10.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9783_zps7f6a8d10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9776_zps2437b097.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9776_zps2437b097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9808_zpse034f83e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9808_zpse034f83e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9813_zpsa300fb99.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9813_zpsa300fb99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan showing off the egg on which I wrote a secret message for him that he read after he dyed it...I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9824_zps1b9859e9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9824_zps1b9859e9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan's plate of eggs. You can see how many of them ended up cracked. He didn't quite get the concept that the shells were fragile. But he also didn't really care that his eggs were cracked, so it all worked out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9819_zpsceb00861.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9819_zpsceb00861.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan's plate of eggs, which ended up being completely full...he was a dyeing machine. Thank goodness Nonnie had boiled so many eggs for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9821_zpsa2247fab.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9821_zpsa2247fab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After we dyed all the eggs there were to dye, the daddies/uncles and Papaw hid all the eggs for our eager hunters. Uncle Casey had to hold back the crowd on the patio so they could all start at once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9932_zpsd861f834.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9932_zpsd861f834.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was such a blast for the boys to all look for eggs together. And to the big boys' credit...they searched for all the high and hidden ones and left the more obvious ones for Ethan and Logan. It worked out perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0002_zpsd0f87a72.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0002_zpsd0f87a72.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0003_zpsd48e792d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0003_zpsd48e792d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0046_zpsf21d77c7.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0046_zpsf21d77c7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0006_zps750423a4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0006_zps750423a4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan spied an egg that was out of reach so Uncle Jeff helped him out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0030_zpscd5825f8.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0030_zpscd5825f8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9985_zps702cb419.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9985_zps702cb419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0042_zpsb7f0d4f6.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0042_zpsb7f0d4f6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was our attempt at a group photo. Of course the two littlest ones were not apt to cooperate, but it could be worse! Immediately after this photo was taken (or during, if you're Logan), the kids all opened their eggs and had some candy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0057_zps548b1c60.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_0057_zps548b1c60.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/R_9jUDdyq4Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/7652365246764652966/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=7652365246764652966&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/7652365246764652966" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/7652365246764652966" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/R_9jUDdyq4Q/dyeing-and-hunting-again.html" title="Dyeing and Hunting (Again)" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/04/dyeing-and-hunting-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-3508032088451436765</id><published>2013-04-19T17:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-19T17:11:49.866-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Hunting Eggs at Home</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year, we separated our Easter celebration (on Sunday) with the whole egg-hunt thing. It worked great and we will be doing it this way from now on. For one thing, it allowed us to make the egg hunt more of a spring celebration and kept Easter day all about Jesus and the resurrection. Secondly, it made Easter Sunday far less rushed and packed with activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this particular egg hunt at home happened a week before Easter. That morning, a huge rain storm passed through and the day stayed grey and chilly. But outdoor egg hunts are so much more fun than inside ones, so we toughed out the cold and damp for the 10 minutes it took the boys to find all the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, daddy and Pop hid all the eggs (and there were many). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9550_zpsc5e421a3.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9550_zpsc5e421a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9558_zps3f52af60.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9558_zps3f52af60.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, the boys were let loose in the back yard. Not in their Easter finest. Just in play clothes...and jackets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9576_zps615e1a94.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9576_zps615e1a94.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan ran around and bounced from one corner of the yard to the next finding eggs. He did a great job, but in his rush, he went right past some very obvious ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9577_zps51a36704.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9577_zps51a36704.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan took his time and marveled at some of his finds along the way. He ended up with almost as many eggs as Ethan, but definitely did not rush about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9583_zpsaa519533.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9583_zpsaa519533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9592_zpsfe786fb8.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9592_zpsfe786fb8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9595_zps6971a29d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9595_zps6971a29d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan found one of the golden eggs...he looks impressed! In the two golden eggs, there was a (Cars character) car that we didn't  already have...hard to believe there are any of those, so vast is their  collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9607_zpsaa5dcfb1.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9607_zpsaa5dcfb1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, the window ledges...I remember my dad hiding eggs here when I was a kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9612_zpsbed9bbf7.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9612_zpsbed9bbf7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9618_zps8cebc002.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9618_zps8cebc002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9623_zps4f08a513.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9623_zps4f08a513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan found one of the two large eggs. Growing up, we always had two large eggs like this that would be filled with special things. Maybe a large piece of chocolate or a small toy. So, I have carried on the tradition with my boys. This year, there was a Disney t-shirt in each one of them from Mimi and Pop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9628_zps3476e298.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9628_zps3476e298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the end of the hunt, Ethan shows off his loot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9636_zpsa10003af.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9636_zpsa10003af.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then time to go inside and see what the eggs contained. We have successfully held the Easter presents in check. Other than the t-shirts and cars, my mom got each of the boys a Toy Story beach towel. And of course, there was some candy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9680_zps9142d110.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9680_zps9142d110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/WSq668wvdpc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/3508032088451436765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=3508032088451436765&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/3508032088451436765" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/3508032088451436765" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/WSq668wvdpc/hunting-eggs-at-home.html" title="Hunting Eggs at Home" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/04/hunting-eggs-at-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-6860611731359712558</id><published>2013-04-09T17:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-09T17:02:25.050-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Zoo Day</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom and I took the boys to the Dallas Zoo toward the end of March. According to the forecast, it was supposed to be in the low 60's that day. But it turned out to be in the mid 50's instead. With the clouds and wind, it felt a few degrees lower than that. So, we were a&lt;i&gt; little&lt;/i&gt; chilly, BUT there was no one there, which was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8979_zps641a26b5.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8979_zps641a26b5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan brought his cat with him. In the photo below, he's looking at the pretty birds outside the restrooms by the entrance. I love those birds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8997_zps8a739aa9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8997_zps8a739aa9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9010_zps8de63508.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9010_zps8de63508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Playing "peek-a-boo" with the stroller shade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9007_zpsff850ac0.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9007_zpsff850ac0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our first stop at the zoo is always the carousel. Ethan chose the Eagle to ride this time. I kept thinking about the Lord of the Rings eagles while watching him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9035_zpse1af56f9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9035_zpse1af56f9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan enjoyed his ride on a regular horse. He enjoyed it in the end, but he did not want to get on at first. He was having a bit of an "off"day that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9073_zps16b959b2.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9073_zps16b959b2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan kept asking me to take his photo at various places, which I was happy to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9082_zps6a1947b7.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9082_zps6a1947b7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Riding the elephants...since practically no one was there, we had them to ourselves for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9088_zps6b16b05f.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9088_zps6b16b05f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9109_zps616e2373.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9109_zps616e2373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having a snack and looking at the animals in the Giants of the Savannah exhibit. I love this newer part of the zoo. Not because it is new, but because it's designed really well and the animals are always visible. And it really does remind me of Africa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9128_zps18dfca80.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9128_zps18dfca80.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mimi bought each of the boys a stuffed animal at the gift shop...Logan got a macaw (above), and Ethan got a red eyed tree frog (below). You will notice in the rest of the photos that neither one of them was very far from their new friend that day...they are still keeping them close at home too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9131_zps093460ba.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9131_zps093460ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Land Rover is always a fun stop. Again, made even more fun this time by the fact that no one was there that we had to share it with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9143_zps043fc73f.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9143_zps043fc73f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9154_zps379592cf.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9154_zps379592cf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9161_zps37b99b0a.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9161_zps37b99b0a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another great thing about this day at the zoo was that we saw a lot more animals than we have on warmer days. We did not get to feed the giraffes because they were (inexplicably) not hungry that morning (a big disappointment), but we still got to see them up close. And several other animals too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This cheetah sat right in front of the window the whole time we were there (at least 10 minutes) and probably longer than that. I could not believe how still it was. It literally stared at us, but didn't move. It really gave us a good look at how big and beautiful it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9177_zps393eb6a3.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9177_zps393eb6a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9192_zps27d7b1ee.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9192_zps27d7b1ee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9197_zps5b7c79c2.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9197_zps5b7c79c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan loved "tracking" the animals and guessing what we'd see next based on what tracks we saw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9205_zps422a92d5.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9205_zps422a92d5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9229_zps53a32fa7.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9229_zps53a32fa7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The boys checking out the crocodiles. This one came close and opened his mouth for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9238_zpse479961a.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9238_zpse479961a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On our previous visits, the boys have not shown no interest in playing on the animal statues, but on this visit, they stopped at almost every single one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9250_zpsff1d97ce.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9250_zpsff1d97ce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9256_zps8e0c761b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9256_zps8e0c761b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9266_zpsa269c2cc.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9266_zpsa269c2cc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9296_zpsd35e20ce.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9296_zpsd35e20ce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No trip to the zoo would be complete without a ride on the monorail. Or "choo choo" as Logan calls it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9322_zps09b8d75f.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9322_zps09b8d75f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9326_zps92773242.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9326_zps92773242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9341_zps014f788b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9341_zps014f788b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9355_zps7b32418f.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9355_zps7b32418f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9366_zps221c54c1.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9366_zps221c54c1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9373_zps1ab9fb2a.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9373_zps1ab9fb2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right after the monorail ride, we stopped at the nearby tables to eat our picnic lunch. I love that the Dallas Zoo allows you to bring your own food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9383_zpscce477fd.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9383_zpscce477fd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9394_zps66694c8e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9394_zps66694c8e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The tiger was just another one of the many animals that we got a good, long look at that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9427_zpsebef5e51.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9427_zpsebef5e51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, came the birds. This was the last thing we did at the zoo that day, but probably the most fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9433_zps6eaab051.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9433_zps6eaab051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan was a good sport, but not too sure about the birds...but he &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; sure that he didn't want to hold one or have one land on him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9438_zps5bfc4ccf.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9438_zps5bfc4ccf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan, on the other hand, was in heaven. Our animal-loving child had the &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; time holding the birds. He was thrilled. This is probably why this was my favorite part of our day...because he enjoyed it so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9469_zpsd27dcf39.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9469_zpsd27dcf39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9472_zpsa17d53f5.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9472_zpsa17d53f5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9486_zps53fd4316.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9486_zps53fd4316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We didn't buy the food for the birds, but they were more than willing to come and sit on us anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9514_zpsa2eb9dfc.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9514_zpsa2eb9dfc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9518_zps2a099769.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9518_zps2a099769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9526_zps8f6df9b7.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9526_zps8f6df9b7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9527_zps00f4fdb3.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9527_zps00f4fdb3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_9534_zps670c8eb8.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_9534_zps670c8eb8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite the fact that it was colder than we would have liked, (I really enjoyed the car heater when we packed up to head home), this was a really fun trip to the zoo and I'm so glad we got to enjoy everything without crowds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/ZRTnXUeDqeY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/6860611731359712558/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=6860611731359712558&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/6860611731359712558" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/6860611731359712558" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/ZRTnXUeDqeY/zoo-day.html" title="Zoo Day" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/04/zoo-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-4334200884167061671</id><published>2013-04-09T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-09T10:19:04.764-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Through Their Lenses</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As promised, here are some of the photos the boys took at the Arboretum with their cameras (old, inexpensive point and shoots that we don't use anymore). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up...Ethan's photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010871_zps9c8f8ac3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P1010871_zps9c8f8ac3.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010871_zps9c8f8ac3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P1010870_zps34fbbaa5.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010870_zps34fbbaa5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I find it interesting to see what Ethan finds interesting. Although it was close to everything because he snapped until his entire memory card was full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P1010874_zps949fea26.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010874_zps949fea26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P1010876_zps14ad8f58.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010876_zps14ad8f58.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P1010877_zpsbb7e7e12.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010877_zpsbb7e7e12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A backlit caution cone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P1010891_zpsb711c7a3.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010891_zpsb711c7a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I totally love how he inadvertently took a self-portrait here with his reflection. Maybe it wasn't inadvertent...who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P1010905_zps3ccc96dc.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010905_zps3ccc96dc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For this next photo, he asked us to stand together and smile. So we did. He still needs to master not moving until the shutter has opened and closed completely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P1010908_zps503e9b77.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010908_zps503e9b77.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He also requested this group shot of us all. Such a sweet thought. (Also a little blurry, though!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P1010910_zps677580a9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010910_zps677580a9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someone was not interested in being the subject of any more photos...but I think it's cute that Ethan was trying to get one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P1010926_zps062465d2.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010926_zps062465d2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stone roadrunners...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P1010928_zps09ff244c.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010928_zps09ff244c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P1010931_zpsb9c62730.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010931_zpsb9c62730.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo P1010948_zps16ab3a7c.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/P1010948_zps16ab3a7c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, here are Logan's photos. He didn't take as many because I accidentally gave him a 3/4 full memory card...oops. It's funny to see his even lower perspective. Especially when he was shooting from the stroller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo DSC00001_zps827bb2bf.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/DSC00001_zps827bb2bf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost all his photos included part of his hand/fingers. We'll have to work on that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo DSC00010_zps7f0f2507.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/DSC00010_zps7f0f2507.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo DSC00011_zps50afd93e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/DSC00011_zps50afd93e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His own shoes (and finger) right before lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo DSC00017_zpse5e4a062.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/DSC00017_zpse5e4a062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/49OLz0rP0IY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/4334200884167061671/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=4334200884167061671&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/4334200884167061671" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/4334200884167061671" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/49OLz0rP0IY/through-their-lenses.html" title="Through Their Lenses" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/04/through-their-lenses.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-5505036564083306151</id><published>2013-04-08T14:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-08T14:51:53.620-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Dallas Blooms | 2013</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8487_zpsdd1cbff8.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8487_zpsdd1cbff8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the middle of March, we made our annual visit to the Dallas Blooms event at the Arboretum to see all the beautiful spring flowers. This time, we brought some family with us...my grandparents and my parents. We could not have planned a better day to visit because the weather was absolutely gorgeous...right smack in the middle of a rather cool March.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8652_zps0056e9a2.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8652_zps0056e9a2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was one of those times that I was hoping to get some photos of the boys by the tulips and thought I went home with nothing. But, I was pleasantly surprised that I got a few sweet ones...even of them together. I adore the photo above. Yes, Ethan has a fake smile. And Logan has dirt all over his pants. But, I still love it. And this one too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8263_zps5c87148d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8263_zps5c87148d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan always takes a fair amount of goofy photos along with the regular ones....because he is a true goofball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8255_zps7123019e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8255_zps7123019e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8267_zps7a2f8da0.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8267_zps7a2f8da0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This next one cracks me up. One sweet, one pouty...both cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8274_zps90769a8b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8274_zps90769a8b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had to work pretty hard to get him to crack a "maybe" smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8281_zps08cf410c.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8281_zps08cf410c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a range of emotions for our sweet two-year old...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8319_zpsabdfa76e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8319_zpsabdfa76e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we were looking at the tulips, huge swarms of gnats would gather. In the left photo below, Pop and Ethan are looking at them...they actually showed up in the photo...that's how thick they were. And then the right photo is after they had passed. I don't know if you can see it or not, but I have always thought that Ethan shares some features with my dad. Especially the chin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8335_zpsbc1bec89.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8335_zpsbc1bec89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A great photo with Mimi and Pop...minus Logan, who was just being very "two" at the moment and didn't want to take a photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8337_zpscb9c4fe2.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8337_zpscb9c4fe2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So after I was done taking photos of the boys, I gave each of them a camera and let them to a photo &lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2012/06/photo-scavenger-hunt.html"&gt;scavenger hunt&lt;/a&gt; like we did last June. In fact, they did the same one we did then...it's been a while so it was fun all over again even with the same items to find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8349_zps77c896d3.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8349_zps77c896d3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was Logan's first time to participate...and he did, but he didn't really follow the rules. He pretty much just snapped photos whenever and wherever he wanted. But that's cool too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8356_zps003cb0a5.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8356_zps003cb0a5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(I'll do a separate post to share some of the photos they took.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8361_zps34d6d611.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8361_zps34d6d611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8363-1_zps55aaf92a.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8363-1_zps55aaf92a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan even wanted a tutorial on using Pop's camera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8410_zps7991fdfd.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8410_zps7991fdfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The family that photographs together, stays together (or something like that, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8716_zps0ab5bf3f.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8716_zps0ab5bf3f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's Grandma and Grandpa...my grandparents. Ethan and Logan call them that too. They really enjoyed the Arboretum that day and we enjoyed having time with them too. Don't ask me why I don't have a photo of them with the boys. I wasn't thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8412_zps7e24f587.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8412_zps7e24f587.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan still loves to ride in the stroller. He hopped in and out about a million times, but I'm still glad I brought it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8433_zpsf9bdf83e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8433_zpsf9bdf83e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan and I shot each other at the same time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8447_zps638b2dbc.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8447_zps638b2dbc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then Logan wanted to do it too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8449_zps6699335c.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8449_zps6699335c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan's shot of me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo DSC00016_zps8fb953f8.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/DSC00016_zps8fb953f8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8463_zps618128ea.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8463_zps618128ea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8482_zps4a7ffdf5.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8482_zps4a7ffdf5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Toward the end of our loop around the Arboretum, we came to the "houses." Ethan spotted the slide right away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8498_zpsdd045050.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8498_zpsdd045050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since it was big enough for two, they went down together. But every time they got tangled up on the way down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8522_zpsc370f8f2.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8522_zpsc370f8f2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8521_zps6b4476d0.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8521_zps6b4476d0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As crazy as their tumbling to the bottom was, they both came up smiling each time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8534_zps78812004.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8534_zps78812004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8574_zpsa1bb4f83.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8574_zpsa1bb4f83.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had brought a picnic lunch for the boys because it's usually best for us to eat there or in the car so we're ready to nap when we get home. So, we spread out the blanket on the very damp grass....and Ethan immediately laid down, saying he was tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8577_zps2ed80a27.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8577_zps2ed80a27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8610_zps63f559bb.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8610_zps63f559bb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8622_zps76ed0182.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8622_zps76ed0182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And a special treat after lunch...a couple of our &lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2013/04/green-cupcakes.html"&gt;green cupcakes&lt;/a&gt; we'd just baked the day before! Yum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8690_zps1516f5f9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8690_zps1516f5f9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/c5J0nD3sx8o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/5505036564083306151/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=5505036564083306151&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/5505036564083306151" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/5505036564083306151" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/c5J0nD3sx8o/dallas-blooms-2013.html" title="Dallas Blooms | 2013" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/04/dallas-blooms-2013.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-2141244897638158709</id><published>2013-04-05T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-05T14:40:20.588-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Green Cupcakes</title><content type="html">In the past we have not really done anything special for St. Patrick's Day other than wear green. And this year was really no different. Except that I was craving something sweet and decided to make some green cupcakes with the boys. They kind of loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8242_zpsd7736865.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8242_zpsd7736865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the cupcakes came out of the oven and I sat them out to cool for a bit, it was like a moth to a flame...Ethan immediately sensed they were done and came over to have a look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8243_zps36c03085.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8243_zps36c03085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;They stayed green, mama&lt;/i&gt;!" and "&lt;i&gt;Logan, come look at our cupcakes&lt;/i&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8244_zps3dc4becb.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8244_zps3dc4becb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8246_zps08b44463.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8246_zps08b44463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Equally enamored with our St. Patrick's themed treats...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8248_zps17a5cb73.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8248_zps17a5cb73.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had one that day, of course. Then, in my next blog post you'll get to see where they took one along as a special picnic treat. This was my kind of holiday celebration. Low key &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8250_zps166d90ee.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8250_zps166d90ee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/IIL1fWLFW48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/2141244897638158709/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=2141244897638158709&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/2141244897638158709" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/2141244897638158709" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/IIL1fWLFW48/green-cupcakes.html" title="Green Cupcakes" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/04/green-cupcakes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-2735011008325642531</id><published>2013-04-04T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-05T14:40:54.357-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Spring Storms</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This makes the third time (&lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2009/09/storm-watcher.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2011/11/rain-gazing.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;) I've taken this same shot at our front door of one or both of the boys watching a thunderstorm. But I just can't resist it. I love their silhouettes and the fact that they are so excited about rain. When it's really coming down, they still love to watch it. This time, they didn't stay there very long because it was pretty cold outside for the beginning of April. Maybe all this rain will make the bluebonnets really bloom in full force!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0738_zpscbde5486.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/IMG_0738_zpscbde5486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_0746_zps310d35b9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/IMG_0746_zps310d35b9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/uGuC0klM7PY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/2735011008325642531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=2735011008325642531&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/2735011008325642531" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/2735011008325642531" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/uGuC0klM7PY/spring-storms.html" title="Spring Storms" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/04/spring-storms.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-2655509910562190044</id><published>2013-04-03T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-05T14:40:54.355-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Shrine Circus</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back at the beginning of March, the boys and I went to the &lt;a href="http://shrine-circus.com/"&gt;Shrine Circus&lt;/a&gt; with some friends. From the moment we walked in, we were greeted by the amazing clowns. They might have been my favorite part of the whole circus. They were so sweet and attentive to the boys and made them laugh so hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7767_zps4f82eab6.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7767_zps4f82eab6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan loved when the clown made his head "squeak." Ethan and Logan had never been around real clowns before so they were totally amazed by their costumes and funny tricks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7770_zpsec8a14db.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7770_zpsec8a14db.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's our whole crew...of all boys! Plus three clowns that suggested we take the photo! I love that we got the clown's walker in the photo too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7784_zps1748496e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7784_zps1748496e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The boys really did warm up quickly to the clowns especially considering that they looked so strange and were paying so much attention to them...but still, there were moments when I could tell they were still trying to decide if they were ok with clowns or not! Logan's unsure face betrays those thoughts, I think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7793_zps05f8235b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7793_zps05f8235b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And another fun clown offered to take a photo with us. Ethan was obviously (and inexplicably) not in the mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7797_zps2f1c6305.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7797_zps2f1c6305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We made our way to our seats after spending a good bit of time with the clowns. We soon discovered that this performance was not going to be packed...and we ended up moving closer to the middle of the arena and down toward the floor just a little bit. But here's a photo of everyone in our original seats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7827_zps6286e996.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7827_zps6286e996.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan being silly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7844_zps12317112.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7844_zps12317112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Three boys and the best of friends. I am thankful for these little boys and their friendships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7873_zps0df3bf77.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7873_zps0df3bf77.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As per usual, Logan displayed a variety of emotions. For no apparent reason, he took off to the very end of the row and sat down on the concrete steps, much to my horror (they were gross). And then gave me that look. It made me laugh, which I don't think was what he was going for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7881-1_zpsdc5eb4b5.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7881-1_zpsdc5eb4b5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All set in our new seats, and the show began...I was able to catch a rare moment when a spotlight was on us. The rest of the photos during the show are SO grainy because it was completely dark. Just go with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7891_zpsef1e8758.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7891_zpsef1e8758.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First up were the tigers. The boys were interested in them, but this was in the ring that was the furthest away from us so they couldn't really see very well. But Ethan pointed out that they had a white tiger and he was impressed by that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7898_zps5ab5b305.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7898_zps5ab5b305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7904-1_zpsce2b2ef5.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7904-1_zpsce2b2ef5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7906_zps907bf354.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7906_zps907bf354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were some acrobatic performers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7923_zps1a94e44d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7923_zps1a94e44d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan&lt;i&gt; loves&lt;/i&gt; Ms. Lindsay...and she is so sweet to cuddle him as much as he wants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7962_zps1e9639d4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7962_zps1e9639d4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Totally grainy, but I love the expressions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7967_zpsdbbf02c9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7967_zpsdbbf02c9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7972_zpsde875855.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7972_zpsde875855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7984_zps858829cb.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7984_zps858829cb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The elephant act was fun and the boys thought it was so funny that he walked on a barrel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8013_zps9ea46e03.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8013_zps9ea46e03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They totally loved the dogs. It was a fast-paced act that they really enjoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8076_zps9223563d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8076_zps9223563d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan being silly (putting his sticker in his mouth)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8100_zps57fea3da.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8100_zps57fea3da.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hands down the boys' favorite act...the motorcycles. First, they drove around in circles in the metal ball...up to 5 motorcycles in there at once. And then the jumping...the boys absolutely &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8139_zpsbfb6fb6e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8139_zpsbfb6fb6e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The finale was the human cannon ball...and that was a big hit with the boys too! We all had such a great time that morning. Now, it wasn't quite a Ringling Brothers caliber show, but it was tons of fun for their first circus...made even better by getting to experience it with friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_8152_zpsef3699e6.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_8152_zpsef3699e6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/jhNlGtfAgHs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/2655509910562190044/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=2655509910562190044&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/2655509910562190044" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/2655509910562190044" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/jhNlGtfAgHs/shrine-circus.html" title="Shrine Circus" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/04/shrine-circus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-6452075047348523160</id><published>2013-04-02T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-05T14:40:54.359-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Day in Our Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting/Motherhood/Pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">A Day in our Life: March 2013</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been just a little more than a year since &lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2012/03/day-in-our-life-february-2012.html"&gt;my last&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/search/label/A%20Day%20in%20Our%20Life"&gt;day in our life&lt;/a&gt;" post. I decided a while back that I'd like to try to do these once a year until the boys are older (and maybe even then.) I can't tell you how much I love looking back on my previous "day in our life" posts. The remembering of daily moments and then the actual documenting of them during that day helps me slow down and appreciate this time that I have with my boys while they are little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right at 7:02 am, Ethan comes into our room and tells us, "mommy, daddy, my green light came on." We're still using the "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wake-Childrens-Alarm-Clock-Nightlight/dp/B002RNKOM2"&gt;Ok to Wake&lt;/a&gt;" clock because it's still working for us. Ethan doesn't (usually) come out of his room until the clock says he can. By the time he sees his green light, goes to the bathroom, and picks up a few toys, it's two minutes past seven when he enters our room. (That wall color in our bedroom and the fabric on the chaise have already changed, by the way...thank goodness!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7107_zps6da79732.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7107_zps6da79732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After he wakes us up, Ethan will sometimes ask if he can get some grapes  from the refrigerator and I say "yes." Then, I stay in bed another 15  minutes while he eats his grapes and plays with his toys. At some point  around that time (7:15 - 7:30am), Logan wakes up. So, I head upstairs to change him and get him up. He's in a bed, but we keep his door locked (from the outside) during the night so he doesn't roam around. (But we've got a monitor in his room so I can see/hear him anytime.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With smiles like these from both boys first thing in the morning, there's a pretty good chance it will be a good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7121_zps93828eab.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7121_zps93828eab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7128-1_zpsd92362bf.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7128-1_zpsd92362bf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7:30 am - By the time Logan and I head back downstairs, Ethan has pulled three of the four chairs from the breakfast table into the living room to make a fort. This is not normal for this time of the morning, but he got the idea into his head to do it, so he did. That's Ethan...one track mind and &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; determined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7132_zps55e05a27.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7132_zps55e05a27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But this keeps him occupied while I get breakfast ready. The boys are always more than ready for breakfast in the morning. I cannot make it fast enough for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7140_zps1ee41a89.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7140_zps1ee41a89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7:40 am - Oatmeal is in the works. Logan bypasses the fort and comes straight to the kitchen to sit on the counter while I make breakfast. Every single morning he does this. Partly because I think he's really hungry, and partly because he just likes to be close and "watch" whatever I'm doing.&amp;nbsp; He'll say, "I watch you, mama."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realize that this photo exposes me as a mom who will sit her 2.5 year old son on a kitchen-height counter, right between the knife block and a kettle of boiling water. The chances of a catastrophe are pretty high here. Usually he does not sit there, but he wanted to watch the water bubbles...I stayed close.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7147_zpsc4ccd006.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7147_zpsc4ccd006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7155_zpsd0caed34.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7155_zpsd0caed34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While we're waiting for oatmeal and fruit, yogurt is a good first course for breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7170_zps7c925d5b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7170_zps7c925d5b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7177_zpse920527c.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7177_zpse920527c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7:50 am - When the boys are all set and eating, I make my breakfast, which varies daily. On this day, I was having vanilla yogurt and &lt;a href="http://www.kashi.com/products/golean_cereal_crisp_cinnamon_crumble"&gt;Kashi GOLEAN Crisp! Cinnamon Crumble&lt;/a&gt; cereal. (This is not an official plug for the cereal, I just really love it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7182_zps04e2cab2.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7182_zps04e2cab2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8:15 am - Breakfast is almost over and this particular day is a Wednesday, which means that it is laundry day. I spend a few minutes gathering laundry from all over the house and start a load. I usually do 4-5 loads and then I'm done for the week. Except for the occasional unplanned, but necessary, load. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7185_zpsf8b42e13.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7185_zpsf8b42e13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8:30 am - Casey leaves for work. Sometimes earlier than this. The boys and I have a tradition of going to the garage to say goodbye when he leaves in the morning. We've always done it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7198_zps2ba4d00f.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7198_zps2ba4d00f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7204_zpsc57cab8c.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7204_zpsc57cab8c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like this next picture of Logan waving to Casey is one of the reasons I love documenting our whole day. Because otherwise, I would not have my camera at this moment and I would have missed capturing it. A moment that happens so often in our lives and is just so sweet. I'm thankful to have it in photo form now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7221_zps0b9a4bc9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7221_zps0b9a4bc9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8:35 am - Breakfast is finally, offically over and the boys take their dirty dishes and such to the sink area. Logan has just mastered this "chore" in the past few months. Sometimes he does it with a smile on his face (like below). And sometimes he needs a little prodding to "remember" to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7223_zpsa62e6ef7.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7223_zpsa62e6ef7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8:45 am - After a quick clothing change and the addition of shoes, the boys are sent outside to play. It's a beautiful, sunny morning, but still a little chilly. They are both wearing their "pirate" pants...$5 sweat pants from Target that I cut to be jagged at the bottom for their pirate day at preschool. They are wearing those because they actually love them...and because it's laundry day and there are no alternatives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7240_zps81f59b0b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7240_zps81f59b0b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7243-1_zpsf7e879f9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7243-1_zpsf7e879f9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Normally, after the boys go out to play, I take a few minutes and get the kitchen back to square one...all the dishes away and clutter cleared. But today, I go outside with them first to take some photos. They used to want me outside to play with them, and sometimes they still do, but at their ages now, they have such a great time playing together. It's awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7258_zps239578ad.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7258_zps239578ad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7266_zps41053ba1.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7266_zps41053ba1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems that Logan felt that the pirate pants would not be complete without the pirate hook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7274_zps0dd938cf.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7274_zps0dd938cf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Neither one of the boys can swing on the swings by themselves yet. Sigh. Is anyone else frustrated with teaching their kids this skill? Maybe it's a complicated concept...back and forth with the legs, lean back and pull up with the arms. Well, I don't expect Logan to do it yet, but Ethan has taken &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt; to teach. He's still not there. So, when I'm not outside to push them, this is how they swing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7296_zps5bc747a1.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7296_zps5bc747a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7302_zps72ab26c6.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7302_zps72ab26c6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Except today Ethan is feeling very brotherly, so he pushes Logan, which totally thrills him. Both of them, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7336_zps92db8e2f.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7336_zps92db8e2f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7354_zps3efcca73.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7354_zps3efcca73.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7397_zps652ed08f.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7397_zps652ed08f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It kills me that Logan (my baby) can climb this rock wall by himself now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7415_zpsfe2d63c9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7415_zpsfe2d63c9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you haven't noticed in the previous photos of the swing set/fort, the boys have taken to "decorating" it with sidewalk chalk. My first instinct (months ago when they began) was to tell them not to do that, but then I thought, "why not?" And I couldn't come up with a legitimate reason, so I let them do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7419_zpsf2a197cc.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7419_zpsf2a197cc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9:20 am - After spending a little time with the boys outside, I go back inside to get a few things done. Tidy the kitchen, start another load of laundry, touch-up vacuum the kitchen and living room floors (with the stick vacuum). And paint some sample squares of paint on my bedroom walls. In the photo below there are 8 color samples. I would end up with 12 on the wall before I finally made my decision. Just for the record, that's the most (by far) I've ever had to try before picking the right one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7446_zps144188e9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7446_zps144188e9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7446_zps144188e9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10:15 am - The boys come inside. Often, they will play outside even longer than this and I have to make them come inside to eat lunch. But today, they wanted to play with the (inside) fort, which apparently is not much of a fort with the sheet completely falling down. We've done better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7370_zps7844e2f7.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7370_zps7844e2f7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Logan being Logan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7373_zps4ea40a51.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7373_zps4ea40a51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10:30 am - After they're done with fort-play (which only lasted about 15 minutes), I strip them down and turn on a show. They have a snack of Kashi granola bars. We obviously don't normally have our kitchen chairs in the living room, but since they were already there for the fort, I pulled them over. Kids like doing new and different things like that and sure enough, they stayed put for the entire 25 minute show. I took a shower during that time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7460_zpsd2c4dbcb.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7460_zpsd2c4dbcb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11:00 am - After the show, snack, and my shower, the boys get their own bath. This time, it's in our master bath tub. The boys love occasionally taking baths down here because it's a bigger tub than theirs. And also that new and different thing again, I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7477-1_zpsff1bffa8.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7477-1_zpsff1bffa8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7481_zpsfb8f492e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7481_zpsfb8f492e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7486_zpse69effae.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7486_zpse69effae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11:20 am - The boys are out of the tub and I get Logan dressed (Ethan takes care of this himself.) Remember how I said that Logan likes to be around to watch whatever I'm doing? He likes to sit on our dressers in the closet when we're getting ready in there. And play with the lint roller too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7492-1_zps02f6068d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7492-1_zps02f6068d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11:30 am - On a whim, I called Casey at work to see if we could have lunch with him. He said we could, so we changed from our house slippers into real shoes and got in the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7517_zpsb300946b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7517_zpsb300946b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11:45 am - We picked Casey up from his office and took off to one of our favorite Mexican restaurants, &lt;a href="http://www.petramexicanbistro.com/"&gt;Petra&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7528_zps1e8e131d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7528_zps1e8e131d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12:00 pm - This face is common for our Logan. He's such an emotional kid. So happy one minute, and crying over who knows what the next. So, it was no surprise that he was crying about something here. Don't remember what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7531_zps4eacf262.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7531_zps4eacf262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A quick pic with daddy before our food arrived. We did have our chips and queso, however, which was partially responsible for the sunnier outlook for Logan. Ethan is no-nonsense (mostly) at meals. He likes to eat and like most other tasks in his life, he does it wholeheartedly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7542_zps00e9d8a4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7542_zps00e9d8a4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7545_zps86dd9765.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7545_zps86dd9765.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7550_zps42d59ee9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7550_zps42d59ee9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12:40 pm - Finished with lunch, we load up the car again, drive daddy back to his office, and head home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1:00 pm - Back home, the boys put away their shoes and head upstairs for nap and rest time. I put Logan down first. He still takes a nap (most days). He sleeps anywhere from 1.5 - 2 hours if he's at home in his bed. He still likes to be rocked too...and I am happy to oblige. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7557_zpsd63e58fe.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7557_zpsd63e58fe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan stopped napping several months ago, I think. I can't remember exactly. But he still has rest time for at least 1.5 hours every day. And he needs the down time. I let him play with his new leap pad (got it for Christmas) during this time as well as read books, color, or play with some toys quietly in his room. Ethan is really good at playing in his room by himself, so this switch to rest time instead of actually sleeping during nap time has been seamless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7559_zps7712e9b2.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7559_zps7712e9b2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1:15 pm - I sit down at my computer most days during nap time. Usually it's to edit photos or just take care of general things. Sometimes read blogs. It's my down time too. Occasionally I'll prep dinner or shuffle laundry (did a little bit of that this day to keep it going). There's always photos to edit, personal or professional, so any given day, that's probably what I'm doing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2:45 pm - Ethan gets up from his rest time and brings his stuffed alphabet letters into my office to play. Sometimes he'll do that while I continue to work until Logan gets up. Usually we don't have to wait very long for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7571_zps553855f0.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7571_zps553855f0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, while we are waiting, I make my oldest take a photo with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7582_zps25db6aa9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7582_zps25db6aa9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3:15 pm - We hear Logan stirring on the monitor (squealing, actually), so Ethan and I head into his room to get him up. Then, both boys head off to the playroom at my suggestion. I have them both pick out a few books for me to read. We snapped this photo of both of them on my lap, and sometimes that's how it works. But often, they'll stick around for the books they picked and not their brother's books. And here's a confession...as much as I know we should do this reading ritual daily, it does not happen every single day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7588_zps58411c39.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7588_zps58411c39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3:30 pm - The boys play with their toys in the playroom. Today, it's cars. But any given day, they'll pull out different things. Although the cars are a regular player. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7618_zpscbac2f94.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7618_zpscbac2f94.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The kitchen too...Logan is getting me a drink of water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7637_zps17f64feb.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7637_zps17f64feb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7651_zps6c614a2b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7651_zps6c614a2b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And wouldn't you know, they both love to play with the Cinderella's castle that my mom bought several years ago for her future granddaugher(s), which she never got. But, if you think about it, castles are fun for boys too. While they're not worried about furnishing it, they do love to play with the characters (we have a bunch of Disney characters...even ones that didn't live in a castle). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7665_zps69877cd0.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7665_zps69877cd0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7682_zps1fc61367.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7682_zps1fc61367.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5:15 pm - Just as we're done cleaning up the playroom and heading downstairs to think about dinner for the boys, daddy comes home! But don't be fooled, this is not his normal coming-home time. Usually it's around 6-6:30 pm (sometimes later, unfortunately). But tonight, he has a flag football game to play so he's home early to eat, change, and get to the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7702_zps63a839e5.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7702_zps63a839e5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And normally, I would fix the boys some dinner from leftovers or something else while they watch a show. Casey and I eat later because he comes home so much later (usually). But tonight, I ordered the boys a pizza. Yep, I took the easy way out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7713-2_zpsc64279ec.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7713-2_zpsc64279ec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan is completely happy with my dinner choice. They don't get pizza very often, so it really is a treat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7719_zpsf14afc3e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7719_zpsf14afc3e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6:00 pm - Dinner is done, and because the boys didn't watch a show while I made dinner, I let them watch one after dinner. They also play with their toys in the living room while they watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6:30 pm - We head up to bed to read, pray, and do our bed time routines. We went up a little earlier than usual tonight so Casey could take some photos for us. But actually, our normal bedtime is 7 pm, and since Ethan has not been taking a nap, we've been making sure he's in bed completely by 7 instead of just going up there at that time. He's usually really ready for bed by then. And he's also a kid who loves routine...if we don't do every step of his bed time routine he is not a happy camper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7727_zpsdecf561d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7727_zpsdecf561d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We usually read stories and pray together and then split up into the separate bedrooms for the boys. So, they gather on Ethan's bed first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7733_zps5bf6acb1.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7733_zps5bf6acb1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've been working our way through the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jesus-Storybook-Bible-Deluxe-Edition/dp/0310718783/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1364934787&amp;amp;sr=8-1&amp;amp;keywords=jesus+storybook+bible"&gt;Jesus Storybook Bible&lt;/a&gt; one story at at time. (We love it, by the way.) Sometimes we'll let the boys pick another book too. Or they each take one and one parent reads it to them in their own bedroom. But after stories, they hug each other and say good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7739_zps10bbf244.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7739_zps10bbf244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7745_zps781f6812.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7745_zps781f6812.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then it's off to bed for them both. Logan likes to be rocked and sing songs. Ethan likes to do various special things with me and Casey. Songs, alphabet games, quizzes, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7:00 pm - Tonight they are both tucked in by 7pm because we went upstairs so early. Casey had to leave for his game shortly after we went up, so I'm by myself. I turn on the TV in the living room and fold some laundry. It doesn't all get folded and put away today. It's rare that I finish it all in one day. When Casey gets home, he takes a shower and I get our dinner ready. I have no idea what we ate that night, but I know it wasn't pizza. Maybe leftovers? Or something that didn't take long to prepare.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8-8:30 pm - Cleaning up after dinner. Heading upstairs to edit for about an hour. Then, to bed to watch Gilmore Girls until I'm too tired to keep my eyes open. Great day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/m-cLGU_kO8M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/6452075047348523160/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=6452075047348523160&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/6452075047348523160" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/6452075047348523160" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/m-cLGU_kO8M/a-day-in-our-life-march-2013.html" title="A Day in our Life: March 2013" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/04/a-day-in-our-life-march-2013.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-7648355654266190223</id><published>2013-03-24T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-24T20:42:39.637-05:00</updated><title type="text">Slump</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soooo...here we are nearing the end of March and I haven't posted anything here since the beginning of March. Huh. It's not that things haven't been happening. I have a "stack" of photos to edit and share along with stories. But I'm lacking motivation in the evenings to work on them at all. Client photos end up getting done but not mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think this all stems from a little burn-out I experienced at the end of last year. When the new year hit, I barely picked up my camera. I needed a break. So, I've been drinking green tea and watching a few episodes Gilmore Girls in the evenings the past few months instead of working on the computer. And it sort of became a habit (an &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; habit, if you ask me).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am slowly getting back into getting things done, but I still feel the pull of &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;doing anything. I'm working on striking a balance between being productive and taking time to relax a little. Seems like a familiar struggle that I might have mentioned (or at least felt) before (or all the time). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, new posts are coming up as I find the will to do them. Meanwhile, I stand incredulous at the fact that we are about to enter the month of April. Seriously? Nuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/jCvYrUx2Lr8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/7648355654266190223/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=7648355654266190223&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/7648355654266190223" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/7648355654266190223" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/jCvYrUx2Lr8/slump.html" title="Slump" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/03/slump.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-8176983538240004842</id><published>2013-03-04T12:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2013-04-05T14:40:54.360-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Digging in Dirt</title><content type="html">&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6913_zpsf60e10e8.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6913_zpsf60e10e8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The boys have found a bald patch of our lawn right behind their swing set rock wall. So, naturally, they started playing in the dirt back there. On this particular (nice) day, they were digging and scooping, pouring, and moving dirt for over an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6916_zpsbe582808.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6916_zpsbe582808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This just shows how much fun they'd have with a sand box, but that is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; happening. I can't deal with sand on a semi-daily basis. I would literally go insane. We have thought about filling up the bottom level of their fort with pebbles&amp;nbsp; though...still a possibility. But really, so far, the dirt is doing just fine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6921_zpsdd0950b8.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6921_zpsdd0950b8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6923_zps0937db62.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6923_zps0937db62.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They were resourceful and pulled out the pool toys, knowing that there were scoops and shovels in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6929_zps4a0cc15a.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6929_zps4a0cc15a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6937_zpsc3f69dfe.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6937_zpsc3f69dfe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6938_zps7985f19e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6938_zps7985f19e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love this kid. His clothing combinations are sometimes wacky since he dresses himself, but I kind of like seeing what he throws on in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6945_zps9297061d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6945_zps9297061d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6946_zps0fa0c503.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6946_zps0fa0c503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6950_zps24ccaf4a.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6950_zps24ccaf4a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan can never keep whatever he's got in his hands off his face...food, paint, play-doh, dirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6957_zps91bb2c39.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6957_zps91bb2c39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/7GKlLB4cwKA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/8176983538240004842/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=8176983538240004842&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/8176983538240004842" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/8176983538240004842" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/7GKlLB4cwKA/digging-in-dirt.html" title="Digging in Dirt" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/03/digging-in-dirt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-4650599767162986468</id><published>2013-03-01T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-03-01T17:28:15.676-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home and Garden" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organization" /><title type="text">Pantry Facelift</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the beginning of this year I launched into full-on organizing mode. I don't know that I do spring cleaning as much as January cleaning. I have an urge after Christmas to take stock of what shape our closets and storage spaces are in. One of the projects I've been itching to do for a while is our &lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2011/01/pantry-love.html"&gt;pantry&lt;/a&gt;. It was not in bad shape, really. But considering I am in there about 50 times a day, I just wanted a little more organization and functionality. Plus, I knew it was time to clean out some things too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is so hard to show a small space in photos, so there are about a million of them from every angle. However, one of the things this pantry has going for it is space. It's not tiny and it's one of the things that sold me on this house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5278_zps25e0b656.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5278_zps25e0b656.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5273_zps34e76c7e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5273_zps34e76c7e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, not bad, but I'd get frustrated about a few things and knew it could be better. One of those things were the wire shelves. I really prefer not to have them, if possible. It was just the top row of shelving on either side of the pantry because they were add-ons to the original shelving, so I knew that replacing it with wood would be a fairly easy and inexpensive thing to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5272_zps01ea9905.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5272_zps01ea9905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5275_zpsa26f84bf.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5275_zpsa26f84bf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This corner was just a huge waste of space.And more wire shelving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5276_zpse7ffd4ed.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5276_zpse7ffd4ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5277_zps3415d58e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5277_zps3415d58e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had three things I wanted done to the pantry:&amp;nbsp; 1) paint the walls (because everything is coming out anyway and there were old nail and screw holes...why not?).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2) replace wire shelving with wood.&amp;nbsp; 3) fix organizational issues on shelves with more containers, tools, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The process started by turning my dining room and kitchen surfaces into dumping grounds for all pantry items. Seriously, when it was all spread out like that, I could not believe how much stuff fit in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5317_zpsa828cde6.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5317_zpsa828cde6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were without our pantry for about a week, so it was a bit comical when I'd try to cook...I had to clear counter space,&lt;i&gt; find&lt;/i&gt; my ingredients (no small task), and then kick myself every time I walked into the empty pantry out of habit (which was&lt;i&gt; a lot&lt;/i&gt;). It was an interesting week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5308_zpsa901e10c.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5308_zpsa901e10c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm skipping the "during" photos because there's already a million photos in this post. But, the walls were painted (a soft, bluish-grey), the wood shelves were added and painted, and everything was loaded back in. As I was deciding what would go back in and where, I took the opportunity to get rid of (throw away/donate) several things that had either expired or I just never used. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7060_zps31d7b421.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7060_zps31d7b421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Putting the pantry back together took me a good 2 days (on and off, of course) and it was probably the most fun I've had this year so far. I had the best time planning the space and putting everything in it's place. Some things got new containers, some got moved around. But I had the advantage of 3.5 years using this space to know how I wanted things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7058_zps7f76421d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7058_zps7f76421d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New wine storage was on my list and that was accomplished. The lazy Susans in the corners of the shelves really maximize the space and allow me to see things easily. ALL my spices got moved into here. I used to keep my "most used" spices in one of the kitchen cabinets, but I found it easier to have them all in one place so I'm not having to think about where a particular spice is. And I alphabetized them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7057_zps0a3cca5e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7057_zps0a3cca5e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My cookbooks were trimmed down to the essentials and baking supplies got their own containers. Recycle bins and laundry bin were relocated to below the bottom shelf because the corner in which they use to reside got the biggest makeover, in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7052_zps850a2200.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7052_zps850a2200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This corner now has a kitchen card (from Ikea) and the new wooden storage shelf (for holiday stuff that can't go in the attic). I love having some of my most used appliances on the cart so I can grab them quickly and easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7053_zps825d77c1.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7053_zps825d77c1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, one of my favorite things I added are the fruit and veggie bins. I didn't have anywhere to put them before and I love having them so visible and accessible now. I think I should note that I take most things out of their packaging before putting them in the pantry (or fridge, for that matter). I hate packaging....it takes up so much room and then you have to unwrap things when you need them. I prefer to take a few more minutes after going to the grocery store and tackle it all at once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(PS - I have to store my laundry baskets in my pantry because it got all the square footage and there's absolutely no room for them in my &lt;a href="http://www.cookefam.com/2012/01/laundry-room-redone.html"&gt;laundry room&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7050_zps9d7c3f7a.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7050_zps9d7c3f7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/HqaCvlhEfpY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/4650599767162986468/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=4650599767162986468&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/4650599767162986468" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/4650599767162986468" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/HqaCvlhEfpY/pantry-facelift.html" title="Pantry Facelift" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/03/pantry-facelift.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-6709845493974132013</id><published>2013-02-28T21:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-28T21:15:35.585-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting/Motherhood/Pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Big Boy Bed</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the beginning of this month, we moved Logan to a big boy bed and out of his crib. It's weird how your younger child always seems younger to you than your oldest did at the same age. Ethan moved from his crib to a big bed when he turned two, about 6 months earlier than Logan made the switch. But, at the time, Ethan had to give up his crib for his new baby brother. Neither one of our boys has ever climbed out of their crib. I think they both loved sleeping in it. But they both did great with the change to a big bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't care if you have 2 kids or 20, if you're a mom (or dad) you will more than likely be emotional about taking down the crib for the last time. I didn't take photos of Ethan's last night in his crib or his first night in his big boy bed, but I wish I had. So, first up is Logan's last night in his crib. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6856_zpsb14f63ce.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6856_zpsb14f63ce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All smiles and showing off his flexibility...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6885_zpsa011933e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6885_zpsa011933e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With both of our boys, we put a pillow in the crib with them a while before transitioning them to a bed. I am not sure if it helped or not since we've done it with both and have nothing to compare it to, but the idea was to get them used to sleeping on a pillow. We also added covers (a blanket) for Logan since it gets cold in his room so he was used to sleeping with that as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6859_zps1f382cfa.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6859_zps1f382cfa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan still loves to sleep on his tummy like this, although he also sleeps on his back sometimes. Of course his blanket is in there and you can just barely see puppy's face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6908_zps68af62bb.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6908_zps68af62bb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The very next night, Logan spent his first night in his new big boy bed. We got both of the boys full size beds thinking of the future and they've both done great with them. Casey and I love the fact that we can all lay on one of their beds at bedtime and read stories together. Logan got to sleep on his new Toy Story sheets that Nonnie and Papaw got him for Christmas (he was thrilled about them on his bed). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6961_zpsee21d1a2.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6961_zpsee21d1a2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still a thumb-sucker, especially at nap time and bed time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6964_zpsf74314d4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6964_zpsf74314d4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ethan was excited for Logan to have a big bed like his. He hopped into bed with him like Logan does in his bed. How sweet are they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6968_zps8b0db46f.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6968_zps8b0db46f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then daddy jumped into the mix and stirred things up a little. This is very, very common at bed time in our house...tickling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7042_zps13dc06d8.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7042_zps13dc06d8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7045_zpsd4f5e07f.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7045_zpsd4f5e07f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At some point Logan's head got bumped and he'd had enough of the shenanigans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7049_zpsbe91c239.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7049_zpsbe91c239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But returned to smiling after everyone vacated his bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7009_zps4660079d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7009_zps4660079d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All settled in and ready to sleep! The first night went amazingly well. He didn't get out of bed at all and fell right asleep. Subsequent nights have gone just as well. He has only tried his door once and then went back to bed after finding it locked. We keep it locked for safety (because I do &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; need my 2 year old roaming around...upstairs...at night - I do have a monitor so I can see/hear him), but it also has the handy effect of keeping him in his room too. And just like Ethan, there's no toys in there so he just sleeps. Such a sweet big boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_6996_zps1853f9ca.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_6996_zps1853f9ca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/eavpBZuM1BE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/6709845493974132013/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=6709845493974132013&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/6709845493974132013" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/6709845493974132013" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/eavpBZuM1BE/big-boy-bed.html" title="Big Boy Bed" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/02/big-boy-bed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-7565778953785716820</id><published>2013-02-24T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-24T20:21:47.201-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organization" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cooking and Recipes {Food}" /><title type="text">Recipe Organization</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been looking for a good way to organize my recipes for a while. Yes, most of them are on Pinterest now, although there are still some favorites from other cookbooks and friends. But when I use a recipe online, I really like to have it in print when I'm making it. I know that I could pull it up on my iPad, but for some reason, I just don't like to have my iPad around in the kitchen when I'm cooking. And I'd also have to turn off the auto-lock feature that keeps shutting the thing off every 2 minutes. I may eat my words and get a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Belkin-Kitchen-Stand-Wand-Tablets/dp/B005NHTG6O/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1361758583&amp;amp;sr=8-2&amp;amp;keywords=ipad+kitchen+stand"&gt;stand&lt;/a&gt; in the future, but for now, I have a system that works...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, about 6 months ago, I pulled out an old binder I'd been saving for such a project and made a very simple cover for it. My rule about this book (so it doesn't become cluttered) is that only our &lt;i&gt;most favorite&lt;/i&gt; recipes are allowed inside. Only things I have personally made and only things that my family (and I) love. Very few recipes make the cut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7091_zpsecb740a4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7091_zpsecb740a4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The inside looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7092_zpsa37d1cf5.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7092_zpsa37d1cf5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the left side of the binder, in the front pocket, I put recipes that I've printed off to try for the week (I plan out weekly menus). Sometimes I may not have anything in this part of the binder if I'm making all previous recipes that week. But I try to do something new at least once a week. And I always keep the recipe print-out to one page (you'll see exactly why later). Usually I try to include a photo, but it looks like one didn't make it on this particular print-out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7097_zps28f59148.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7097_zps28f59148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The actual binder rings hold recipes that are "keepers" and are stored in page protectors. That's why I keep it to one page. I put two recipes back to back so that there are two for each page protector. After I've made a recipe and decide that it is worthy of the binder, I put it where it belongs in the binder. There are 7 categories separated by dividers:&amp;nbsp; Main Dishes, Crockpot Meals, Sides, Breakfast &amp;amp; Bread, Dessert, Appetizers and Dips, and Dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7100_zps4a695b2c.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7100_zps4a695b2c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The reason why I like this binder so much is that it stores other favorite recipes too. I used to have a basket that was designed to hold recipe cards like the ones below. I hated how long it took me to look through them and pull one out and I hated that my recipe cards were always getting dirty when I cooked. So, a quick search on Amazon brought up these page protectors that can hold two recipe cards up to a 5x7 size. Perfect. And they keep my cards clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7101_zpsaeaca6e0.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7101_zpsaeaca6e0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I could just type up these recipes, but honestly, most of them were given to me at a recipe shower a friend held for me right before Casey and I got married (a really neat idea, by the way...I still use many of the recipes and they are favorites). Some of them (like the one below) are in the handwriting of very special people. That one for &lt;a href="http://badgirlsrecipes.blogspot.com/2009/03/memaw-prices-chocolate-brownies.html"&gt;Chocolate Brownies&lt;/a&gt; is from Casey's Memaw Price. Apparently she never really made these brownies when he was a child, but they are his absolute favorite now. And since she is no longer here on earth with us, I treasure this recipe in her handwriting. I want to keep it just like this instead of typing it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7104_zps7bcb4447.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_7104_zps7bcb4447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been using this binder successfully for about 6 months now, so it's proven to be a system that works for me. And the best part is that now that's it's populated with our favorite recipes from the past 6 months, I have an easy way to pick out some stand-by meals when I'm planning our weekly menus. I flip through this and then pick one or two new recipes from Pinterest. Easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/uplN6GNLCv4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/7565778953785716820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=7565778953785716820&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/7565778953785716820" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/7565778953785716820" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/uplN6GNLCv4/recipe-organization.html" title="Recipe Organization" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/02/recipe-organization.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-2909594994523255651</id><published>2013-02-19T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-19T19:35:02.079-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Too Cool</title><content type="html">No words needed for these photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5343_zps47ba2d71.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5343_zps47ba2d71.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5342_zps4949e48d.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5342_zps4949e48d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5345_zps36049f72.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5345_zps36049f72.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5347_zpse49a41ad.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5347_zpse49a41ad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/zE2ytBUJ6Y4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/2909594994523255651/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=2909594994523255651&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/2909594994523255651" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/2909594994523255651" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/zE2ytBUJ6Y4/too-cool.html" title="Too Cool" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/02/too-cool.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-1475779423217710426</id><published>2013-02-18T15:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-18T15:27:31.420-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Digital Stuff" /><title type="text">iPhone Wallpapers</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I recently decided to do something different for my home screen wallpaper on my iPhone. Previously, I'd been using a solid purple color for my home screen. I don't like using a photo behind all the icons...it looks cluttered and ruins the photo, in my opinion! But, I wanted to do something a little different, so I made up some wallpapers in Photoshop to use for my new home screen background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo CookefamiPhoneWallpapersJPG_zpsa405e0d5.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/CookefamiPhoneWallpapersJPG_zpsa405e0d5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I was in a "spring-y" mood because all those colors are just right for spring. I made one of each color in each pattern (quatrefoil and chevron). After trying many of them out, I ended up quite predictably settling on the purple chevron wallpaper. It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; my favorite color and goes so well with my purple phone case:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_7075_zps8b18e3cb.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/IMG_7075_zps8b18e3cb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, I since I'd already made up all the different pattern/color combos, I figured I might as well share them for others to use. There are 5 colors (purple, lime, coral, teal and yellow) and two patterns (quatrefoil and chevron). Each color is available in either pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To download the one you would like, just click on that photo below and then download. They are already sized to the correct ratio for the iPhone 5. If you have a previous iPhone (with a slightly different screen ratio), you can still use these. You will just have to zoom in on the photo a bit to make it fit your screen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzzrViCgjs5feWdUU213VjdyOGc/edit?usp=sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo TealQFThumb_zps8e68f611.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/TealQFThumb_zps8e68f611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzzrViCgjs5fbW1BRWNoSEw4aDg/edit?usp=sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo TealChevThumb_zpsf3b683f2.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/TealChevThumb_zpsf3b683f2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzzrViCgjs5fLVJaRmxqTDNjODQ/edit?usp=sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo PurpleQFThumb_zps3322f8f0.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/PurpleQFThumb_zps3322f8f0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzzrViCgjs5fN21zN0ZQR29QdFk/edit?usp=sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo PurpleChevThumb_zps04538379.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/PurpleChevThumb_zps04538379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzzrViCgjs5fRlc0eEJtVVVSV0U/edit?usp=sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo LimeQFThumb_zps5d84573b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/LimeQFThumb_zps5d84573b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzzrViCgjs5fV295cVAyR1dpbzQ/edit?usp=sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo LimeChevThumb_zps17ccdacc.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/LimeChevThumb_zps17ccdacc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzzrViCgjs5fSjNjcDRpWU5RWWs/edit?usp=sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo CoralQFThumb_zps9f8e35e4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/CoralQFThumb_zps9f8e35e4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzzrViCgjs5fd3doenFNQkhMVlE/edit?usp=sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo CoralChevThumb_zps76378818.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/CoralChevThumb_zps76378818.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzzrViCgjs5fZ2x1ZldjZU1vbkE/edit?usp=sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo YellowChevThumb_zps0b62944b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/YellowChevThumb_zps0b62944b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzzrViCgjs5feWdrMGx1TmpZQms/edit?usp=sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo YellowQFBlogThumb_zps3b2789b6.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/YellowQFBlogThumb_zps3b2789b6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/XIaePdwsNAQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/1475779423217710426/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=1475779423217710426&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/1475779423217710426" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/1475779423217710426" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/XIaePdwsNAQ/iphone-wallpapers.html" title="iPhone Wallpapers" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_TealQFThumb_zps8e68f611.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/02/iphone-wallpapers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-1496772897222070729</id><published>2013-02-16T13:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-16T13:54:40.987-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title type="text">Lunch Outside</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few weeks ago, when we were having some beautiful weather at the end of January, the boys played outside all morning. And just as I was asking them to come inside to clean up for lunch, Ethan asked me if they could have lunch outside. Such an idea has been unheard of for a few months, so we took advantage of the sunshine and warmth and dined al fresco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5489_zpsc27aa3d4.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5489_zpsc27aa3d4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5471_zps125678ae.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5471_zps125678ae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5494_zpsa7714077.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5494_zpsa7714077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo IMG_5508_zpsdd4fe950.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/IMG_5508_zpsdd4fe950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~4/Bcn6aBce0e8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cookefam.com/feeds/1496772897222070729/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704157&amp;postID=1496772897222070729&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/1496772897222070729" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704157/posts/default/1496772897222070729" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cookefam/xgbo/~3/Bcn6aBce0e8/lunch-outside.html" title="Lunch Outside" /><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15981869073359271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shZEK3L0l14/TmfjgV1PoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/tOk4K-WVypg/s220/facebook%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Digitals/th_Winter2010Signaturecopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.cookefam.com/2013/02/lunch-outside.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704157.post-8554565468116051011</id><published>2013-02-15T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-15T15:34:50.571-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Valentines" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage/Casey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cooking and Recipes {Food}" /><title type="text">My Valentines Day (2013) In iPhone Photos</title><content type="html">Some parts of Valentines Day were special...others were rather mundane. Here's a look at what I (we) did on this Valentines Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day taking photos with all my valentines... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo vday1_zpsdbab3d38.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/vday1_zpsdbab3d38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, after preschool drop-off...grocery store, unpacking groceries, and laundry. This would be the mundane part of the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo vday2_zps35eda5f7.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/vday2_zps35eda5f7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A spontaneous (and very quick) lunch with Casey at Cane's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo vday3_zpse78603b0.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/vday3_zpse78603b0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right after lunch...off to class parties at preschool. Ethan's class made "love bug" hats (you can just barely see the antenna attached to his "hat"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo vday4_zps0e817e2e.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/vday4_zps0e817e2e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logan was most proud of the pencil he got in his Valentines treat bag. He's still playing with it today. I love how both of the boys juice boxes are in their photos...the &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; time they get these is at class parties because I'm a mean mom and we don't drink those (or any juice) in our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo vday5_zps051c1e58.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/vday5_zps051c1e58.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After school, Mimi (who met us at the parties at school), took Ethan home to spend the night just for fun. So, Logan and I headed home to change into PJ's and cuddle on the couch. No nap and feeling a little under the weather makes Logan even more cuddly than normal. Yet still as silly as ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo vday6_zps8024a4cd.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/vday6_zps8024a4cd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the little one went to bed, I finished up a special dinner for us...Filet Oscar-style (topped with crab and Bearnaise sauce), &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/lobster-mac-and-cheese-recipe/index.html"&gt;lobster mac and cheese&lt;/a&gt; (this was &lt;i&gt;yum&lt;/i&gt;), and roasted Brussels sprouts with garlic and parm. For dessert, &lt;a href="http://islandeat.wordpress.com/2010/06/23/hot-fudge-pie-what-would-jessie-dish-week-six/"&gt;hot fudge pie &lt;/a&gt;a la mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=" photo vday7_zps41c6bcb7.jpg" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t181/rdc98h/Main%20Blog%20Photos/Main%20Blog%20Photos%202/vday7_zps41c6bcb7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(PS - ever since I started preparing our steaks &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/steakhouse-steaks-recipe/index.html"&gt;the right way&lt;/a&gt; several years ago, all has been right with the world. 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