tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22153111367131542852024-03-18T20:24:34.865-07:00My 2 boys and IIsaac's mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435721429942973184noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215311136713154285.post-87479003228238963982008-12-08T21:55:00.000-08:002008-12-08T22:20:45.417-08:00Christmas Time!!<div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">So I have to admit it... I am a total cheese ball when it comes to Christmas and the holidays! I love all the simply joy of it and silly songs, the smells, everything, really, if it is about Christmas I am in... So we went to the Santa Maria Christmas parade this Saturday and I have to admit, that I was actually a bit hesitant, despite my given obsession. Last year it was a bit of a let down, not exactly what I had remembered from all those years ago... Anyways away we go to the parade, thermos of hot cocoa, and bags of cookies in tote, yes it was already that amazing. Well, I have to admit that I was so, so pleased by my very Merry Christmas parade experience this year. Isaac not only was wearing a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Brobee</span> sweatshirt(from Yo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Gabba</span> Gabby, duh), but my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">prego</span> sister and her family joined us. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nathan</span> and Isaac had such a good time, they even tried to be part of the parade a couple of times... silly boys! I think that this is the beginning of a very beautiful relationship that I am going to have, and an obsession that I am looking forward to passing on to my child, well maybe a great tradition of Christmases to come at least. Isaac was so cute saying "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Memmy</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mispis</span> people(see last entry)", and "hi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">mispis</span> people" waving as they passed. I must say he was quite the candy cane <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">swindeler</span>! I love it. And then as the parade started to dwindle down I had a moment to just sit back and look around, autumn leaves were on the ground, everyone was all bundled up and drinking their warm scrumptious drinks just as they should be, kids <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">runnung</span> around. People were just having a genuine nice family time enjoying the holidays the way I think we should with the simple wonder of it all... Yes, it was a good weekend!</span><a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.utexas.edu/events/orangesanta/graphics/o_santa_pic_lrgr.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.utexas.edu/events/orangesanta/&usg=__s93r6uPXGQ-RTIr5CMwzsOxTS6s=&h=468&w=436&sz=40&hl=en&start=6&um=1&tbnid=JHWXNK8IDVAQGM:&tbnh=128&tbnw=119&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsanta%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"></a><a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.utexas.edu/events/orangesanta/graphics/o_santa_pic_lrgr.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.utexas.edu/events/orangesanta/&usg=__s93r6uPXGQ-RTIr5CMwzsOxTS6s=&h=468&w=436&sz=40&hl=en&start=6&um=1&tbnid=JHWXNK8IDVAQGM:&tbnh=128&tbnw=119&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsanta%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"></a></span></div>Isaac's mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435721429942973184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215311136713154285.post-47104160111161974562008-12-03T22:36:00.000-08:002008-12-03T22:57:38.205-08:00Memmy mispis...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"><em>So I've realized that I am quite possibly the worst blogger in all history.... I think that I forget to stop and get my thoughts out plus, I really would like to have better updates on Isaac, who is amazing by the way. I've been trying to get him to say Merry Christmas, so far we've gotten Memmy mispis... silly boy also Happy holidays is something like HAAppy Hmmds.. Love those toddler's learning and innocent moments. </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"><em>On an different not I am trying desperately trying to get some sort of order in my life right now, to what feels like no avail. Oh I'll get there I'm sure. Those of you who know are current living condition understand I'm sure, to say the least we need to find a new 1-2 bedroom apt/ house whatever for very economical , pronto! That would be an amazing gift for our family this year, although we always make the best of what we are given and I know that we will still be blessed and loved regurdless. </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;">Anyways I promise to try and be better with my Isaac updates and toddler stories....</span>Isaac's mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435721429942973184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215311136713154285.post-10862992087845483732008-08-15T08:15:00.000-07:002008-08-15T08:51:01.375-07:00A day in the village...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifCyFRJiqOEZlsayoK9XDHtEyPqffvxlkdDRKFVODVWOpoiUxAHx-uzMLyoKIwG1bdGp8aqvHY8LoQlgcAPXgj2OKN84s4ShGZKN0UyXVCqzS3irjJUq07dTmfpgG-yUmPv3YtS2e5BuY/s1600-h/august+08+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234772422565973058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifCyFRJiqOEZlsayoK9XDHtEyPqffvxlkdDRKFVODVWOpoiUxAHx-uzMLyoKIwG1bdGp8aqvHY8LoQlgcAPXgj2OKN84s4ShGZKN0UyXVCqzS3irjJUq07dTmfpgG-yUmPv3YtS2e5BuY/s320/august+08+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiybS1aTCG9cFobyAb0donDJDrp8bWawCrJQbm1uJSHKKkQ0CSoL4xfWlO7LUK-CuEUVmlwDqCAHQePgMgekrQMgX9l1pUtL5sv1_1wLPniYjqJ2jcaoO9j_MkEc-LhcfX2Mc-OCE2ciw/s1600-h/august+08+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234764490186711250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiybS1aTCG9cFobyAb0donDJDrp8bWawCrJQbm1uJSHKKkQ0CSoL4xfWlO7LUK-CuEUVmlwDqCAHQePgMgekrQMgX9l1pUtL5sv1_1wLPniYjqJ2jcaoO9j_MkEc-LhcfX2Mc-OCE2ciw/s320/august+08+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVlp1W4wTNLegxBawpjsefljQ9Q_tVMyxrfndRLo22ukgjPmfHG679k7E_Dw_nVQgBFAhfcu83SJ_h9i6IqFZF5yIA5dPpzXZzrDzSnlZR_2znHJ52N_ar2qONvQVmI2IBw1nlaVaJ6vs/s1600-h/august+08+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234764492787406658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVlp1W4wTNLegxBawpjsefljQ9Q_tVMyxrfndRLo22ukgjPmfHG679k7E_Dw_nVQgBFAhfcu83SJ_h9i6IqFZF5yIA5dPpzXZzrDzSnlZR_2znHJ52N_ar2qONvQVmI2IBw1nlaVaJ6vs/s320/august+08+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLho9FNmqFzd1rwcLRE5ocUJu7rtmb_gtNwh6720zA8n79vbNEfIe7mIbn3Ejua3i4JPwxkMAnGRV8FyXXfR4GizrbIPf8HmaN6Ek9es2PLiizaRlRb1raWNevHW3zy6pZOEh79lybSc/s1600-h/august+08+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234764494585053122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLho9FNmqFzd1rwcLRE5ocUJu7rtmb_gtNwh6720zA8n79vbNEfIe7mIbn3Ejua3i4JPwxkMAnGRV8FyXXfR4GizrbIPf8HmaN6Ek9es2PLiizaRlRb1raWNevHW3zy6pZOEh79lybSc/s320/august+08+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEUOO7hM2BsTtNULe9REG77DHs9a5ss0XNgWa3WhVQ_9dXe9Uh0cbvDdFheEhbozKeJ-D1yJxe9BmW7xTA9IGDRXJroF2j8GRFj9lfb5u8YBjEwqa8K57-paCG5afx4Qj5rurW7yjnMk/s1600-h/august+08+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234763956219075826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEUOO7hM2BsTtNULe9REG77DHs9a5ss0XNgWa3WhVQ_9dXe9Uh0cbvDdFheEhbozKeJ-D1yJxe9BmW7xTA9IGDRXJroF2j8GRFj9lfb5u8YBjEwqa8K57-paCG5afx4Qj5rurW7yjnMk/s320/august+08+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1YTfzGOW5za81kqYGhD2TCVPSR7yI7kfAuURpIHiFtknt-p5uSeDyQLQX_nd4NmV0wRRGNofW1ogl9TT6Vf_Xe1Th-UnYgh-T72zcW2qM3bwh0zhEhrGfE53odRIxzlHauYZ6NK_V96s/s1600-h/august+08+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234763958879412226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1YTfzGOW5za81kqYGhD2TCVPSR7yI7kfAuURpIHiFtknt-p5uSeDyQLQX_nd4NmV0wRRGNofW1ogl9TT6Vf_Xe1Th-UnYgh-T72zcW2qM3bwh0zhEhrGfE53odRIxzlHauYZ6NK_V96s/s320/august+08+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>These are from Wednesday, down by the creek in AG... It was a good day after we left the doctors appointment at least. The doctor's appointment, not so much, he really didn't want to be there, poor kiddo. Isaac has started making this crazy eye winking face when I tell him to smile...so, so cute. Clint taught him to wink, so now I think that he thinks, that he is being super cute and picture perfect or maybe that's what I look like when I smile, I don't think so though... hmm.. He's growing into such a big boy, so handsome and silly, all boy. Really anything with dirt, or dit as he calls it is game, maybe even lunch. hehe! So on a side note I love these menish T-shirts on him like this one mom 4ever, of coarse. Thank you Target. Anyways he was so funny on our little adventure. There were these roosters that apparently just live in a bush by the creek, a bit random but they are there and seem happy to be there so I guess it's a good place to be. Anyways Isaac was really interested in them but as soon as we got close enough to really see hem they would start making their noises (insert appropriate terminology) which is very frightening for a little boy and up into my arms he wanted to be. And the down again to take another look and so the process went. It was good time though and I am glad we had a nice little afternoon adventure... </div></div></div>Isaac's mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435721429942973184noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215311136713154285.post-60551636278215964612008-08-11T12:37:00.000-07:002008-08-15T00:38:57.492-07:00Today was a new day....<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Today of all days is a good time to get my thoughts out... I helped to save a woman's life today... What despair causes a woman, or man for that fact, to actually want to cease to live. When did they stop seeing the beauty in life and it as the amazing gift that it is?</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Honestly I wish that I could have just done more, what if they hadn't been able to revive her, what</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> then, whose hands would bare that blood? I don't intend to be remorse, God sometimes just throws us the craziest opportunities... A coincidence that all of us on staff are Christians? I doubt it, I thank Him for such tough lessons to be learned and chances to grow. My prayers go out to Linda, or Rebeca, as I know her and family. Hopefully whatever needed repair will now get that healing that she so obviously needed. I hope that I might have the chance to meet her again, to thank her for her strange kindness, even in her own despair and pain. Maybe that's my lesson, to give when you think you have nothing more... </span></div>Isaac's mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435721429942973184noreply@blogger.com0