tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10064082678154979272024-03-18T23:56:39.942-04:00Jim and Shelby CaldwellJim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-91683320340480581622010-09-10T12:00:00.012-04:002010-09-10T12:47:50.067-04:00Happy Birthday to Elise<div align="center">Elise celebrated her 9th birthday on August 31, 2010. She made a wish and her dream came true: Elise got to groom and ride a horse!<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515319612008604674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheWftEQVNEOHX3WccKtS3VsWP3Ph7sZ0WU8JaUmYHbArfu2o8usx6TGEtj9SsxE0y79X_kIKN6k29CEe2DawXLlcWEYrHugL4UwdqdBJ63PTIHnutPk9ZiaogJLRnqUBjnOtXyHCoefbxF/s400/IMG_1133.JPG" /> <div align="center">Meet Puff Daddy from Fox Run Stables.</div><div align="center">Elise fell in love!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515319625221488962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwed493YglPXgdpppnE9C_uWyzSuzFATknjpSOU7Go_LyubSOz_dR6pk0Rrxnvxdh4Jv5CIOGyTNKsUbJlzUzHUfYAGmXvt2QFNsjxGsdcjLKzA9ITq1ipKYvDlVYTEJGCXyibMbH_jxMQ/s400/IMG_1159.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Being allowed to ride by yourself takes the cake! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515324755446118258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpSXL3QCxh644mDFJXuioRV72tgE_Zznl4ugplKWczMhHZCflqWeAr5Zix72vyABMGW2QBpfHrL08tKECcfBUb-uCOpZA1O7jXBHeHLZfLVHMXEEaeiYzKEBDHq3RDWupb0fYf0d16J8E/s400/IMG_1161.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Is there any birthday treat more wonderful than this?</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515322040201858978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT3Pd4qx6Wc4DjEFusEmsW1E7_EixzCnLs82zgq3tAjXo0K3hYvDrepzFoukkDhfbMahw_oRp3YI8759oYiaNNy4JztqdlGtsIn7HAEIPJu1F-5zmIFMFq3s2djffqrLLohcYYqEp2mYMZ/s400/IMG_1164.JPG" /> <p align="center">Elise is a natural!</p><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Now it's on to the "Minute to Win It" Party.</div><div align="center">Here are the blue prints and pictures for an awesome, sure to win a smile party!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515323914367388354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXk6g1q9dWset7RtRm_guv47bfjDMUtkfHB50h9qf1vMHlOlWvfKS-Xs_3ldzELqlYSYQX1o6HYLex1HJHoaVVW05_gqFykgdPqFSitnOyZhheLT3rPjtyHgchD7qj1RYNuR6zLgusVU_/s400/IMG_1239.JPG" /> <div align="center">The games begin in 3, 2, 1....</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515318703045142546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZS4Z_bHL8jrL_c4F3xXHtCjREijEYj7ePKHXeM3RodVeOXns61yq5QC8ugoEWBLRjLOk-einumP1j_4GRmexOTk1SDD5hJ6x1lkb84i6Uz3kRa6640c7cHM-FkyLkG1a-qDVDKyAM1FEB/s400/IMG_1173.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">noodling around...</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515318696232174946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVytsn2QTC2Nu-oF6nle6_Vug-Di6XX5iL6jQvoDzmnDvo3EIHEAdvxHoGbq7nk0atO_S9EA3CYmGVl6vHjZmuWn90iETw-ND7D7KuB_jCm5tgrNWXe62dss2da5-APJfNHeK11l9d1rFZ/s400/IMG_1231.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">knock it off...</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515318687295955282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3hXcrMGlSGz6mrZXypE3oO0U_qeXwKEJVEEiJZLuvWv9vFAF8Ap81GUmXw0qNfRkkEmWzAEfsaHsPUbnbVH_YoeQK7IuBHZOluJMihLREYM9Vp4KlJ7PhT_snjqOZ1ifRW9uNmmc6Gid5/s400/IMG_1186.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">sticky balls...</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515317164436722082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRqSffIcX1YFuQnsyfBddmxasyTqARuDDZ_RV2d4PhQwldMOiNJWXs3uXH_ljl6k2IcB2M9x6lSb5TAPKPIk8BIuItARGfsFeHdZ4_XhQBAz064Cmov5V9QzkXiXhJtrkPufKCapa5jEo/s400/IMG_1281.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">dizzy mummy...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515319651619863074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ZHd9j7a3zkJMjNzVdEl7ZIEmXCzGjIDZs4XM8W3U-M0SZPkjIqHSmRK8KAeYbLnS9Htp7tzkaFXacAH42uSnZHTSx7GU-zAgi6Z-0uVs6Gpcz5DUKim1cknuswAyd40ab-YhsG5R0DMi/s400/IMG_1284.JPG" /></div><div align="center">and a crowd pleaser, the chocolate unicorn....</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515317202756091986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHXvq3Id7VGNXQUq17O0pjsTxePZSvndGFqAx7o-eZYDEedoPd7GdmTAxg3jaHlS0x1S6nbFTuCmLWIlbApvs8QeilYEH2g6KydNX_XOkGlwaOODQ-Sg-z5SU2jeToTeN-GczsqbZKKqW/s400/IMG_1299.JPG" /></div><div align="center">and the winner for this one.... </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515320428378550418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA-S7QAFg2noT_f_Xitehf0v4OzpqQyhQtlLEGJGvmj-ipd8f95gyEi_V4JC-kKcISR7DAE6ERvI830KsVqttZe6cgrREGmBYs9yLQ7nCCPTUmJ6g_jDB96uV4sS3jADACEtY4wdPd5iiN/s400/IMG_1304.JPG" />Griffy! </div><div align="left">All the games were a hit and everyone was a winner with our candy lady: Grammy. Elise felt like a million dollars and had the time of her life, all in a minute....to win it. :) </div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-66533391222747488662010-09-10T10:13:00.017-04:002010-09-10T12:55:00.616-04:00Back to School, August 2010!<div align="center">The blessed, inevitable moment that marks the end of summer: back to school night. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515288684144746658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgueI_XGxkf5toqDm8YZlpxi94wXvCK1SxIoPNcXBx2NXRb8mXDkS7B7jBUMhrxKCTgJztAD6ydRw9matzNKqnLh_SCZl9H304L2xEkhDP5cCU6kFSpyszKe0S3BVasEe0Hbf6KZQ-lVnqL/s400/IMG_1099.JPG" /> <p align="center">The kids were excited to meet their teachers!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515288718638340274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW5RjZQZCQpBCgwWPFkwIMBo7PVqt9XrvlDNZuv8iJVxsF5sZ0Lmss3uQ8e46HwfTFPRPppwTJHrhnhllm6OnB7lunj5ccvNrPqGkOTGvRasvpY4MrX4VhiOhjPnBcqX3N51ldt5zqOfY2/s400/IMG_1106.JPG" /> Elise has Mrs. Suhre for fourth grade.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515307706393970258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyt2EY1KHrldWrSIaNR2Bh1dpLaGounPhyIs4KzbxwE7ty9pIUiS8Weujd4Fj4KLmaa_o10EpGWSTdmCPlFUUARnN48spOfiZZAtFEBupZPsx0R5xArgvSZfHecci-2VEMXt-ksz5Lmge/s400/IMG_1100.JPG" /> Nathan has Mrs. Bittle for second grade.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515288691738083714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFB2Z6fIeEXTjTwSMZkhS1t1cBPhAMMLSQNKSMo4yEbpi4IBRS4h0ck1uNHRaUOcp96-4UfpcYxDd-VgzhAvucidVaptAm4OQ1fnGvC9B6Q5NhnzdX3dC4LY3kcbIbyd9-TQHxGdcbEqIN/s400/IMG_1105.JPG" /> Lindsey has Mrs. Bartlett for kindergarten.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515288712056729010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5VKj88MU6U9ufkO1WqNQ3ALlU4aSeSO-RHhj6BLyRbcFiEdQhoUj0PEwao_2UJlZtpPzpaXkbofvTNLSaEMGkF76uBfQwMiwLgaurZbKHOxDe28J0K9Ww-7q00jjTGt8pH-Png9_1P4L/s400/IMG_1103.JPG" /> Even more exciting, Nathan's desk mate is Evie! He has liked her since they first met, in first grade. :)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515304899486619266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_jde6wc_4c1GGZ9URCp-WbH3e7V45pNdYioCmNqxwnbl6_sbRM2VIMFuDwtGJEnryISSoQr1wGnZsxC5PlNkIk-gM268FZVZpeFOQpDqcbYQta6NRd5JpbRuz3aUOtB8a7-WEqWqsvDK/s400/IMG_1096.JPG" /> And he has become quite the cutie! :)<br /><br />First day...<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515305889789258434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeX976hjEaQVlnQxQMNScji9yZn8dro8qUawsA4-NEnTamclHMwrEBovLfrYVG2DcGIGAmyMUdwXKWAdFSsD8fEjF_RaH2hdxmrckiXhSFJF27LeJTL2f_ATrDR08xlfuDyfPWIQpjCeTv/s400/IMG_1114.JPG" />Having great teachers brings smiles the first day of school and apples for the first day of class!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515304915189127618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFvPCu4Q7Qzy2RzzJ-yp8QVoz5JgCJENsUXyeLcP4HwEs7TlV1Pc01zowTvsK8psk1ro5UQoRUfOTC2kSp1tCyyW2hX_K1i6njmUGOl7uf7AwQOIkJldFxL97raaPTyTNGb00WaT_AWsE/s400/IMG_1115.JPG" /> Nathan and Nicolas are in the same class again.<br />Picture day...<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515305880559345730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6cfCi_hHW_jd-fIJYQ3i27o4qsMXow-dZXKR2vL8lkLvkN-rDoIs_xA2WWr04TPVoMb7iMzI1vRNfqS3n4MJ2ZPBwZS7YVmNlt3raPq1Pj-0cPsCbc11qnq7M11dFi_JBhfkvLANOnpmx/s400/IMG_1131.JPG" /> More smiles...<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515305871528018978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigmGv1IKQ1xp-_YWPS-ZU0gvIllf2OP1VCd8ZGVzF8oM73bHGYGiOFD7-YObzBIBa1CuifURk0IszqTeHS18dq3vyoreqlPoTE0w-J7yrzvuUEyHfX-O0uMxdYc9SvzS5NY5g1CG_NQg-C/s400/IMG_1125.JPG" /> Elise<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515310102428375266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5T3hx9OlLjhphGy_dEsqDBsvPLPUeJFuiK79nb9vAYYG404Vr3k2ZTAc1vMQA9lvb-DMD9SZSXlRXU5ODRN9CwPnsvS-aOA-7_CDnjQaO_4gYswv_V0SKCU1uqtCnZkDzZ3e6ifGOrPMy/s400/IMG_1120.JPG" />Nathan<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiLeiUDKCGcbumVstELPrL3KbSqozDV4fOdrLWHs1r3Ivw-4eS64q3PhsLP3dn9IOaPHOcwl7bMS5A9iBinYKNJvnZhN70QMeGIsTLBrKpQu0Wkr44d3WJifzjfarCW3HlKeYa3WPMwGvg/s1600/IMG_1124.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515304925665147874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiLeiUDKCGcbumVstELPrL3KbSqozDV4fOdrLWHs1r3Ivw-4eS64q3PhsLP3dn9IOaPHOcwl7bMS5A9iBinYKNJvnZhN70QMeGIsTLBrKpQu0Wkr44d3WJifzjfarCW3HlKeYa3WPMwGvg/s400/IMG_1124.JPG" /></a> Lindsey<br /><div align="left"><br />Now the only thing missing here is Aimee. Only, she says she's not missing anything at all. She had the chance to go to school but would not have it! "I will go to school when I am grown up, like maybe next year..." :) How could I refuse such a sweet thing that loves to do everything I do (read, shop, clean, walk and eat). So Aimee is the one who reads and plays with me so I don't get all bored not having anyone else in the house. :) </div></div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-68242237964533377012010-06-15T23:07:00.000-04:002010-06-15T23:10:13.737-04:00A perfect start to the day<p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">A last minute decision to create the "great states adventure" camp means we cruised through the last two weeks. Literally. We had a little dog "cruiser" that traveled to each state as we did activities and learned about each of the states. Katie joined us for the two weeks adventure and it was what camp always is: fun, adventurous, memorable and exhausting (for me). The kids memorized Wacco's states and capital song and each day was truly an adventure. I plan to post pics when I find a minute. But not tonight.<br />Tonight, I am remembering this morning. I woke Nathan up so he would be ready for the early arrival of Nicolas. He went outside to wait at 7am. At 7:10, he came back in with a big grin. "Is Nicolas here?" "No!" he replied, "But I did see Miss Kelly (our little senile across the street) and she gave me this for breakfast." He proudly presented a mystery white package with a huge smile. "Do you know what it is?" I asked. "Nope, but Miss Kelly said I should eat it with a glass of milk and it's a perfect breakfast." "Oh did she?" I started to laugh as I explained, "Nathan, that's a ding dong!" (He has no idea what a ding dong is) "Can I have it?" I was so tempted to make him wait, but then I thought of everyone else suddenly wanting one and decided, "Why not?" After all, it's a perfect start to the day! :) So I poured him some milk, had a good laugh and watched the wonder of Nathan's first ding dong.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></p>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-59545480680472963522010-05-24T17:09:00.006-04:002010-05-24T20:30:15.773-04:00a Wicked start to the summerHow do you catch up to that? How did I ever let it get away? Sigh, I really haven't the memory to get back the days but perhaps I can recap the months. In a matter of minutes.... winter was cold, dark and dreary. COLD, COLD, COLD! Did I mention I'm solar powered? I just couldn't get my act together this winter. And, we just did not catch a break from colds, flus, bronchitis, pneumonia, pinworms, pink eye, etc. and so it goes....<br />On Christmas Eve, I had my first episode of gerd (reflux) which I thought was a gall bladder attack. It took me three months to learn it was gerd and not gall bladder so for three months I was in pretty intense pain thinking my insides would implode at any moment but I didn't have time to take care of it. What was I doing? Well, first I was called to be primary (children's group) president for our church group. (did I mention gerd is stress related?) :)<br />We spent the holidays and rang in the very chilly new year in St. Louis. January I pulled together a teacher training and our first primary activity. February I made a picture wall for Heather's birthday, started up activity days, organized Elise's class valentines party and planned Nathan's Alien bday party.<br />At that point, I squished in a trip to the docs to find out I wasn't going to explode (whew), I had a cyst on my wrist and have high cholestrol (no surprise). Nathan's party was a success and our favorite gift? A new friend for Nathan: Nicolas, who used to live right next door up until the month before we moved in. Crazy!<br />I started working out with a friend in March and actually felt pretty good. For my birthday, I got new running shoes and started running. We prepped for our vacation to Oviedo Florida which was AMAZING, of course. I love Krista, Dale and Allison, the beach, the warm weather, the flip flops, the light house, catching up with friends, feeling like I never left, running in the mornings, the italian ice, Disney and all those relaxing nights reading with Krista, eating treats in the living room. :) Can I have seconds of all that please? It was just Elise, Lindsey and I which means easy which equals heaven. I read Kristin Cashore's "Graceling" book twice!!! I loved that too.<br />As soon as I returned from that I started organizing the year end event for Marathon Kids Club, complete with finding sponsors, ordering shirts, pulling together the food, set up and thank yous. The last mile run (in front of the entire school) made me teary I was SOOOOOO proud of them! And that's why we do it and why I will be supporting MKC again next year. :)<br />Somewhere, during all that, Jim put in a garden and I relandscaped our front yard flower garden. That lead right into teacher appreciation week, Alma Schrader's play day and the end of school with Elise's third grade talent show.<br />The Friday before school let out, my dad went to the ER and Heather called to say I'd better get up there FAST! They thought he was having a stroke, but a spinal tap revealed that what was supposed to be crystal clear fluid was more like milk indicating a bad case of meningits. The doctor gave a realistic statement that dad could "go either way, but it looks like the meningitis has been stewing for awhile." Be prepared. My mom's hope shattered and indeed, it did not look good. Andy and the bishop gave my dad a blessing and they admitted dad to the ICU, starting an "aggressive" round of antibiotics. We all dressed in yellow gowns, gloves and masks to be with him and after getting mom settled into his room -Heather and I went home (midnight) to shower off the germs and fall asleep. The next morning my dad was coherent and recognized both Heather and I when we entered (big improvement). He continued to improve and by the time I went home Sunday, he was set to leave the ICU. Now THAT is a blessing!!! I really do believe in miracles and the power of the priesthood.<br />School ended May 18th. WOW, it really felt like it went that fast. Let the vacation begin...<br />Nicolas is spending the summer days with us. I love it. He's a super polite, very sporty child who is a great friend to Nathan. Having another child in the bunch keeps me on my game -I'm much more creative, organized and patient. The thought of his mom asking, "So, what did you do today?!" really spurs me on. :) Last week, we had a wood working theme and made stilts. It was more pricey than I expected (isn't it always?), but well worth it. The kids all sawed, sanded and painted the wood. Jim helped screw it together and voila, some pretty rickety stilts that will be a miracle if they work. But, it's all in the journey, right? :)<br /><br />We are headed to St. Louis this week to play. I thought it would be a brilliant idea to have the kids perform a song from Wicked for Grammy and G.G. Immediately Elise sulked out of the room. Really?!! So instead, we cleaned. which we would have done anyway. :) Elise's Monday job is to sweep and mop the kitchen. I turned on the Wicked soundtrack to make it more entertaining. After the mopping, she needed to tackle her bedroom so I suggested she take the CD to her room. I noticed she grabbed the sheet music off the piano on her way. As I was folding laundry in my room, I was serenaded for a good half hour by Elise singing, "Defying Gravity." I guess my idea wasn't such a bad one after all.... or so I thought. Once the other kids realized Elise was practicing, they all wanted in on the action and so we had meltdowns within the hour. "Moooooooommmmm, Elise won't let me sing that part...." Oh my goodness. I finally took the CD away and suggested they find something else to play. More sulking. Ahhh, I just love the summer. :)Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-37234210358624069532009-10-28T10:43:00.002-04:002009-10-28T10:55:56.710-04:00Get on with it.You may know I'm not always patient. :) And you may know that Jim is a joker. We are who we are. Jim has a million and one phone voices and "phunny" phrases he uses. I couldn't possibly capture the squeaky, high "hello. hello. are you my mother?" or do justice to his k.c. kasum, or his secretary or his ham radio impressions. You just have to have experienced it. Sometimes my patient, stellar personality and his PHunny one turn into this:<div><br /></div><div>"Hello?" says a pleasant voice.</div><div>"Hi." The <i>professional</i> voice continues," this is Dr. (did he put that in, I can't remember?) Jim Caldwell from the management department of South East Missouri Univer -"<br /></div><div>"Oh, get on with it!"says the interupting voice.</div><div>"Uh, ooookay." says the confused voice, but still polite! "May I please speak with David -"</div><div>"JIM!" says the impatient voice, "you called home!"</div><div>"What?" says the unbelieving voice.</div><div>"Jim, this is Shelby and you called home!" says the explaining voice.</div><div>"Oh" laughs the understanding voice.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then the short, impatient voice starts to laugh to because really, until he realized it was me, Jim must have been thinking, "Well, that was rude!" Here he was calling a perfect stranger to offer some helpful information and that "rude" person interupted with a "Oh, get on with it!" It made me giggle because it was very surprising for Jim. Not that he doesn't deserve that every now and then. See what playing on the phone gets you? I am chuckling still, even though I was admittedly the short, impatient, rude one. Ah Jim, you bring out the best in me. :) Thanks for the laugh.<br /></div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-70466426194700209612009-10-28T09:25:00.009-04:002009-11-05T15:02:02.472-05:00Forever<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Elise was baptized September 5, 2009</span></span></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397651142390277170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaM6lIx903WeFBdTWzWsR1mqZNDAfPhXj5SWl8tgDhVmlDhrHe60ufMMdS_FT1M_JFpyGlr-jkI3GJmfPKJlwG5pH-sR3p_tIs52RqNQ4C70jW4xOQ2tl31zONKqvrbCSIk8yi5E8jjG97/s400/IMG_6472.JPG" /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">forever family</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397650389864241074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLQfQJ9IoVENmwcVkZrtiu1w8U-MJ_ahkIaOYVQu8e4R5BNt3xrRqhSElklmu5bVC1rJQZ8pQc8s8dHUeRPyhH7CL4MpXNQ6mi3PrtP9xoXwjLvcnNaUEorXCfb2Zqb2ORtvhtg2lz2FO/s400/IMG_6476.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397650383794118146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPv9-2AcHE4tix5Rhmc_KPlHQyGo2S1L5zSj9_SvIkG-Oh5kkUW1zLCLwc69V5d25lgb-BN-7imFyqIkfqMv-GenpzT_VKgCVzZ1awbSaQKMuDPj6ETviCVgpjL5zXQphou9gw6t5_nmp/s400/IMG_6484.JPG" /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">forever friends</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400700611400206994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYt3jo6VHeubTEeGpShgY_hBsrhEQqagoEN6sHikhsU6W8Hg0vxELRAD6Pn61RDl9aM2WYmmt0E9OMXNImizGTWnseN0wcE72gvJIEAS3jG-nSn-HaG7NnT3zdtMEPch9Lwrt0l-DpG1PQ/s400/IMG_6486.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400700625679249538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKOsXJ23ibSPbZl3eye-8oTop9UPA5N3cVO8_ZmGVQdgXVdNrLEuynvgJKcgrR0P7433mQ1HAhH0wCxmwpLDRchVb9-8y9PdOm-CIVosZQo56sI_Lm8crwsIG_tstR0S_saNgpEzlcXe9/s400/IMG_6471.JPG" /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAq6Kfi_7ASNnMktH1T3OWwuqNu_kTPbLQ6yEkSPyBoJ2nuTbkIbYrWRL7JAiH6Kh3jhQaB9bYAAF37i7gIhb5J3yUaBmB3XFFLZeznC4EeU3Vv3ca1f0BeZ7c4WYhnbF5n_68jm3hoo3Z/s400/IMG_6470.JPG" /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">forever mine</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397651127446214290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRIcCT1Tbg42UFwDqurAWbrTEeJ33-ADO78oa810gd1HBn9ylkwbcqybyMFS3MSRNfsp1qaPr9t-aXEZlPADwKDO5S3xLT597FvAbIIwjQu01GJ0M6KcKnJryuBBKfl_qmewJW_zNJZKSW/s400/IMG_6473.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397651125243746690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1kLD0XqommDhAdzLhR2-LBhqwUhZZ1_bOQYpCG2rPXrkcUr3d3X5dolGRnch5_sSCJ9vXWMpye-D-WCYZ6nAIQbZDNpOT1ymGzlgaq0zY-ycmlb1DDg95gp4e7t60d49yuGChEiYpj7QR/s400/IMG_6479.JPG" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfrpQr_XBAK4uIPr4ArFauta328EAUcjunfuSX013_9UN-RPpgTur7E1klwUCN58kUOp3HAvvVNmpCOENMpxtKQYPhRPGGTxqaNJtctGfFqel8mB8iRKpz7feGe5-FmpA15Au-eH5EGFai/s1600-h/IMG_6490.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397650397612467874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfrpQr_XBAK4uIPr4ArFauta328EAUcjunfuSX013_9UN-RPpgTur7E1klwUCN58kUOp3HAvvVNmpCOENMpxtKQYPhRPGGTxqaNJtctGfFqel8mB8iRKpz7feGe5-FmpA15Au-eH5EGFai/s400/IMG_6490.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">We love you Elise!</span> </div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-10253548673834326012009-10-27T12:33:00.002-04:002009-10-27T12:35:24.353-04:00chilled<span style="font-size:85%;">It was quiet when I woke up. And cold. The chill must have woken me. The red numbers of the alarm clock glowed in the darkness assuring me I still had a few hours of sleep, it was only 4:45. I curled my cold body inward, pulling the light duvet cover closer and debated whether I should check on the kids. They always throw their covers off despite the cold. Motherly instincts won out and I tiptoed through the upstairs rooms, pulling the warm fleece blankets back in place. I hurried under my covers again and debated about going downstairs. It would be colder there, but Lindsey was wearing her purple fleece pajamas. What was Aimee wearing? I couldn’t remember. We’ve started adding pants to her night gowns, but she usually pulls them off sometime through the night. She does not like anything on her legs, including covers. She will be the cold one. Would it matter if I put something on her? She would most likely kick it off again.<br /><br />Warming up under my own thin cover, I was nearly asleep when the door slammed. My eyes opened with a start and my body tensed momentarily, listening. It must be Jim. Oh yes, Jim was going to exercise with a friend this morning and he must have accidentally shut the door too loud. And then in the quiet a sound made my body chill and I held my breath, still. It couldn’t be, but yes, Jim was snoring right next to me. Even a whisper seemed too loud then. “Jim…. Jim!........ JIM!!” I silenced him when he awoke, I was still listening with the sound of the door echoing clearly in my mind as I tried to decipher from where it came. “Jim, I heard a door shut loudly in the house.” He came alive, tense as I was and I could tell that he too was listening. He reached under the bed and I wondered what he stashed there for our protection. Hopefully it was one of the solid metal bats. With a click, I realized it was the big, red mag light.<br /><br />It was unfair, really, that I heard the noise and yet he was the one to search for it. I knew it wasn’t so close, but I didn’t stop him from checking on Elise and Nathan. It would prolong the inevitable walk downstairs. I could hear each step he made through the house, down the stairs. Surely I wasn’t the only one to hear it. For such a new house, it makes a surprising amount of noise. Nathan couldn’t sleep last night for the fear of it. The thumps reverberated scary thoughts in his mind that now crept into mine. Especially as I remembered that we’d played in the yard and I’d unlocked the downstairs door which was not usual for us. I’d never thought to lock it again. I held my breath to hear better.<br /><br />The door creaked as he entered the girls room. I had not heard that creak with the shutting of the door and felt better to think it was not their door. But, I’d counted on that door, thinking Lindsey must have gone potty and shut the door too loud. We have two dark storage rooms I wouldn’t dare open at night if you paid me. Would Jim? He came back up. There was nothing. The girls door had been open. Really? I could still hear the door close in my mind. We both lay quietly, still tense and awake with the adrenaline of the search. There was nothing. But a thump. After another quiet, but obvious thump Jim asked if I was awake. Yes. Did I hear that? Yes. We both listened, still cold. There was silence before we heard the sound of movement through the house. And I thought, how silly are we to just lay there under the covers as the sound grew closer! I laughed nervously to think how spooked we’d be to see our own child and hoped it was just so. As the thumps increased to a quick pace I knew it was the familiar footsteps of a child, but still we both started as Lindsey darted to the doorway.<br /><br />“Lindsey!” we exclaimed. It was 5:15 in the morning. Still dark. Still cold. Still quiet. Too quiet. We got up then. There’s nothing quite so loud as the quiet of the night. It can fairly crowd out all other thoughts. There’s nothing quite so comforting as the bustle of a busy house and I was glad Jim had a friend coming to exercise. And now, it’s 6:30. I suppose I ought to exercise too, as if my heart had not been quickened enough this morning! It would warm me up though. I guess that’s my Halloween fright for this year. I should hope not to have it, or hear it again. Brrrrrrr, I’m going to turn up the heat because, even moving round the house, I still feel a little chilled.</span>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-39439417202407303332009-10-04T16:35:00.009-04:002009-10-21T21:43:54.818-04:00timeless<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsumYFzFQJQbcBorFwlZS22v5agQlhdwNZdXZgZ8G6WFSDe94X4UI5d7Sh1WzbRzAfCtCjvqPPnGxErbdOm2Hrm0mVro-aZtt-F19twnqD6JzTJuzH9kZj8iLsKS0V4n8VZ3ZeKtdu9el9/s1600-h/IMG_5421.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388855940398443602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsumYFzFQJQbcBorFwlZS22v5agQlhdwNZdXZgZ8G6WFSDe94X4UI5d7Sh1WzbRzAfCtCjvqPPnGxErbdOm2Hrm0mVro-aZtt-F19twnqD6JzTJuzH9kZj8iLsKS0V4n8VZ3ZeKtdu9el9/s400/IMG_5421.JPG" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Granny and I</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Isn't she beautiful?</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">She is also patient</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">kind</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">optimistic</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">wise</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">strong.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">I'm glad she came to visit even though she does not like to fly. She and Aunt Bette came for my mother's birthday back in July and spent a day in Cape Girardeau. I loved having them in my home. It made me feel pretty grown up, I must say. :) I put a snickers on Granny's pillow and a nectarine on Aunt Bette's. We walked along the river, ate our infamous German meal and played farkle. Finally, it was my turn to host and treat her as she has done so many years for me. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">She is the start of this beautiful family that I love.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388850677663575394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpzQKZ7U0z_8qHQmUl1vpmnLmeAf35978wEmj8QfTjhORTj2Nhe2ZwDCMjuRE4fw54J9Tdx0zarwYXU8U1qbtmnn6ICeDn_K5sSQ165oCHzKaZ75YlLSW4rY4aPiElXcoJw8yLZlDr3VwV/s400/IMG_5382.JPG" /> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCIBj_47k9RklUhK3OqSKf0FnS7zM5LPry5uM9VpVRmn7TMiWExG96sAxk92hoZnX3n1aK4ZgPNUeYKwUEsdaWNIDni962xRuMAlCy35721BEWaYsyiir2y4b50ED6ZlPYIttpNYeKG8Y3/s400/IMG_5360.JPG" /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388855401911190034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBuO87uiIf-gkIxZEXcpA3YXSsxo2Mb6ik-M-L2MkowHPTppY1Dmm7x0pPfQBia6WgG9UDIFRIe1zKhUcWKNKMLxCBL91pCQeDR8ZWQaqsoHb5w63DKf_ny9VT7oqcrb-0fghjozFITZ1/s400/IMG_5423.JPG" /> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388850686034872434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-3RkFD9uyEWVA7RuBJV-tC6bP0y4Frlett3zx4G5LDUwlOWDv-nqQaoHK6JCEAO3kkjygRZULm1Xqm22auE6nG-LTvuaNUoxFcEP5pZ8v3Q7FDUuY-sbWdFEs74xyxiXgMuVFNq28YOg/s400/IMG_5416.JPG" /> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Thanks to Aunt Bette for the beautiful pictures she took and shared of the family.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">It is a timeless treasure! Especially the photos that capture the moments like Aimee's above. :)</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388847972946846482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIA9u0gU6LQB-Psn2QPfboccGogWTp_ytpMqE-_aJJTGiObesq8AI2pWuDK5hayeaXAfEGqg-Mt8w1roNk3JcbFAYesQSOeJK5k1BCS2EwQiQUNQdK1z1f6c11uAzQx1fSorbHZwepPSX/s400/IMG_5351.JPG" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7Jkay4t0G-hONkVydBpB0uXmjeIYcbBfANiS9mB72gTVRO21DU2_U-1cegtRbNxdDCAzMkwtGNcCTNmbNlCioIVpYiwV8qlT60idysnSerdqFUNESXlKozVKkNmE7DnvRUJMtSU_RlQR/s1600-h/IMG_5436.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388847985657398050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7Jkay4t0G-hONkVydBpB0uXmjeIYcbBfANiS9mB72gTVRO21DU2_U-1cegtRbNxdDCAzMkwtGNcCTNmbNlCioIVpYiwV8qlT60idysnSerdqFUNESXlKozVKkNmE7DnvRUJMtSU_RlQR/s400/IMG_5436.JPG" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMoBuVbd86Dod_uZgXiyzgyfGvcALEZ-sdDSPg2VQzOi3vfAaOmWWGrKWRV9oQC8X1_wWR6sKfG7TdQY7om2RfUihV5TFgre6BIwdC0ynF10WPMbj9bYQ1Rvcp-NsAbOpSxfUW-UXNdU3F/s1600-h/IMG_5344.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388847964357159298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMoBuVbd86Dod_uZgXiyzgyfGvcALEZ-sdDSPg2VQzOi3vfAaOmWWGrKWRV9oQC8X1_wWR6sKfG7TdQY7om2RfUihV5TFgre6BIwdC0ynF10WPMbj9bYQ1Rvcp-NsAbOpSxfUW-UXNdU3F/s400/IMG_5344.JPG" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiT9H9oUZAAmky277ArT7MCuis5_n4x2-wvUeEjR7H7cnSt-CN4FVJIKwLkQhyphenhyphenAypfyFImswdgNDMuKj6eZOCMexy8N3RYLDuiIs6qaONX0RlfCjBSTPIVYJ9uGlhHZR6bzV1l0ML0WChY/s1600-h/IMG_5327.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388847954231175042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiT9H9oUZAAmky277ArT7MCuis5_n4x2-wvUeEjR7H7cnSt-CN4FVJIKwLkQhyphenhyphenAypfyFImswdgNDMuKj6eZOCMexy8N3RYLDuiIs6qaONX0RlfCjBSTPIVYJ9uGlhHZR6bzV1l0ML0WChY/s400/IMG_5327.JPG" /></a>Did I mention the time I lost Lindsey? It's one of those memorable moments that makes you feel like a winner of a mom. :)Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-17337141457006368282009-08-13T18:32:00.007-04:002009-08-13T20:14:24.922-04:00Our REAL home....<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kwZVPbB9-qiEUR9ufhyphenhyphenisBOSEYwz24ow0XJy4iB5klusN_UhPjRaf-rSiP6Fjk5ClMBXnDgtwfT96_enYGSzDaSKUpYIGlOyMNjM5H99INPbMW4SOymDmVX7kPQKNu9NaYYLlCPvkIGC/s1600-h/2009+8+13+032.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kwZVPbB9-qiEUR9ufhyphenhyphenisBOSEYwz24ow0XJy4iB5klusN_UhPjRaf-rSiP6Fjk5ClMBXnDgtwfT96_enYGSzDaSKUpYIGlOyMNjM5H99INPbMW4SOymDmVX7kPQKNu9NaYYLlCPvkIGC/s400/2009+8+13+032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369583642305323218" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">The kids started school today.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Elise woke up and had herself dressed at 6:20 am.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“You still have an hour before breakfast!” <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She read a book until then.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>What a book worm she has become.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Nathan was also dressed with his bed made before he even came out of his room to say good morning.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>If only they would continue this way after the novelty wears off.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We had “Thootenanny” pancakes for breakfast.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Their backpacks were lined up on the bench: blue, butterflies and pink.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The washed, plump apples they’d picked for their teachers sat next to them just waiting for school to begin.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Jim took Elise and Nathan this morning.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He did not walk them in, just watched from the car.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“I was so proud of them. They looked a little wide eyed and unsure, but they stood tall together and didn’t look back.”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>My how they’ve grown!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> Lindsey had a hard time waiting to go to her class.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Afternoon pre-k starts at 12pm.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That’s four whole hours after the other kids leave and every few minutes found her asking, “is it time for my school yet?”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Aimee and Lindsey played for awhile.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Aimee found Lindsey’s white kitty and couldn’t find her own.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Lindsey explained, “I think it’s still at our REAL home, the one in <st1:place st="on"><st1:state st="on">Florida</st1:state></st1:place>!”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“Oh….”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I smiled at that one. How I miss our REAL home, the one in <st1:place st="on"><st1:state st="on">Florida</st1:state></st1:place>!</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> We cleaned the girls’ room, watched a leap frog video, did four puzzles, had snack and got dressed before it was finally time to leave.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>With a thirty minute cushion, we walked the long way to school, zig-zagging up and down the hilly streets.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>As we walked along <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Masters Drive</st1:address></st1:street>, we saw Nathan playing on the playground. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It was easy to spot him in the blue shirt with a green stripe he chose for his first day. He waved and ran over when he saw us. Then he ran back and just stood by himself waiting for a turn on the swings.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I could have stayed and watched him forever, but Lindsey was ready to move on.</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Finally, we took our last picture and went into Alma Schrader Elementary where Lindsey got a name tag and stood in line with her new class.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The lady handing out name tags looked over the students and said, “Did I miss anybody?” At which point, Aimee, who was clearly feeling left out, yelled, “MEEEE!”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Aimee was not about to be left out of the pictures, the class lines and all the excitement.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“Wait for me!” has been a constant phrase for her as of late. Lindsey’s teacher collected them a little late and off they went to the big kid cafeteria with the biggest grin on Lindsey’s face and one final wave to me. On our way home, Aimee asked from her stroller, “Are we going to see my teacher?”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“Oh sweetie” I said as I kissed her forehead, “I AM your teacher!”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She sighed and looked away, falling asleep within minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I don’t think she was very excited about THAT!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am excited to hear about the kids first day. We are going to go out for ice-cream as our first day treat so I can hear all the details.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I wonder who Elise befriended.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Kate Smith, from church, is in Lindsey’s class and Sam Smith is in Nathan’s. Hyrum Dickson, from church, is in Elise’s class. It’s pretty amazing to think they each have a church member in their class.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Nathan had his first homework assignment before class began.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He had to pick a favorite shirt and explain it during a show and tell.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The blue <st1:city st="on">Key West</st1:city> shirt with a turtle and surfer design was my fav, it reminds me so much of <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Florida</st1:place></st1:state>.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But, Nathan is his own person. Last night he pulled me aside to explain what he’d chosen: “I picked this one because it has a number two on it and I’m going to tell the class you got it for me because I’m your number two main man.”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I melted in his cuteness.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Speaking of cuteness… for snack the girls shared a Clementine. Aimee peeled it and Lindsey ate it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Although, Lindsey did her best to coax Aimee into taking a bite: “ Take a bite it’s yummy!”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“No”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“Yoooou’ll like it”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“NO”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“Aaaaaaand, it’s a talking orange. (she then continues in a real high pitch voice) <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">eat me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Eeeeeaaaaat me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I’m yummy.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Eat me.</i>”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I laughed and laughed because we are always making the food talk to Lindsey in a similar way.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Of course, Lindsey usually giggles and gives in. Aimee held her ground with a final, “No thank you.”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes">Welcome to Alma Schrader Elementary</span></p><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bE4USf3LsmJu7YJsvc4Vgoq5HzU4wOTziZ_tnBxvN_OJHCJz0DqvFaNuk96T6QejY5t7ZQR51hjKQ6CWMb3JDG7uTFyW5K5t7hX3dlGNgM01SfSHN6ZUUciNLbrwddJgcsdGg-iCbTWH/s1600-h/2009+8+13+036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bE4USf3LsmJu7YJsvc4Vgoq5HzU4wOTziZ_tnBxvN_OJHCJz0DqvFaNuk96T6QejY5t7ZQR51hjKQ6CWMb3JDG7uTFyW5K5t7hX3dlGNgM01SfSHN6ZUUciNLbrwddJgcsdGg-iCbTWH/s400/2009+8+13+036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369583635424140306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It's back to school night.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp9KyzO6_fYSbJJhSklJxXA310P9ySFqH7H5ASnaPYnpX1ahyl6d583sAcyvCVfD2EP1dZPvdJJ3GRvakWMNlOkxcL4Co_Msrk6hUCO16t7hkJ7vxIWu8SweMHB2D3IN2iVE2BpfOKD5WQ/s1600-h/2009+8+13+035.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp9KyzO6_fYSbJJhSklJxXA310P9ySFqH7H5ASnaPYnpX1ahyl6d583sAcyvCVfD2EP1dZPvdJJ3GRvakWMNlOkxcL4Co_Msrk6hUCO16t7hkJ7vxIWu8SweMHB2D3IN2iVE2BpfOKD5WQ/s400/2009+8+13+035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369583613679130946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The kids can't wait to meet their teachers and see their room.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Yjyr448pM60jCMpNpFPC6PUDMh3YcP-n_OFTegVp0Yveb9c5GGSbAhn03bvuWFlJIEYSNUwdYMFz7feWx4bjnbolsfnwEi72xq-8h4iypTHJqwRrXT-GKuOM6cGTdy_xQppSfgLl6Azn/s1600-h/2009+8+13+041.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Yjyr448pM60jCMpNpFPC6PUDMh3YcP-n_OFTegVp0Yveb9c5GGSbAhn03bvuWFlJIEYSNUwdYMFz7feWx4bjnbolsfnwEi72xq-8h4iypTHJqwRrXT-GKuOM6cGTdy_xQppSfgLl6Azn/s400/2009+8+13+041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369583597733855122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lindsey was first, she has Mrs. Mehner (may-ner) for pre-k</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmtJB8IXpUfhb8Y8ZP7D3XaPvnpBdSlRtir0S0bK4bYa6yxx1cq2OeqeV0wMagMbK1MUg1tVKs-f65c3_iH0rDlHAGMU_hmuX5LzoeoAdT3169IfHUsf4CozHFyDc3XogO3Kd_ftlzXS0G/s1600-h/2009+8+13+042.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmtJB8IXpUfhb8Y8ZP7D3XaPvnpBdSlRtir0S0bK4bYa6yxx1cq2OeqeV0wMagMbK1MUg1tVKs-f65c3_iH0rDlHAGMU_hmuX5LzoeoAdT3169IfHUsf4CozHFyDc3XogO3Kd_ftlzXS0G/s400/2009+8+13+042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369583587635390530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Nathan has Mrs. Frazier for first grade</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK77dFDIaDvhKS5Rizpu5iIfu5RVbUYU5unVmYFMC1fsZJX4Fn8asZAtNcAHLgmIJHE-ogy1LkeFqyVrjAZkr3lhGc03rgpcU4BfaBpXNzC86UCwzs-EA_-jUxx4ZfqUATdI8j9kGeaArk/s1600-h/2009+8+13+044.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK77dFDIaDvhKS5Rizpu5iIfu5RVbUYU5unVmYFMC1fsZJX4Fn8asZAtNcAHLgmIJHE-ogy1LkeFqyVrjAZkr3lhGc03rgpcU4BfaBpXNzC86UCwzs-EA_-jUxx4ZfqUATdI8j9kGeaArk/s400/2009+8+13+044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369582297626259634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Elise has Mrs. Coots for third grade</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8w44T__QuXBcqJLeTICVXEkMp7OMgXx_SNMgd14kEVkIAuuHXRC9HqWHJvGlX3mCrKb7fm9T9iHBc11dBQT-qNoMsIR53-e8ypqixFQbBixZZcoZ_O95W_nGiUzDbcPgotbeV56Ecoih/s1600-h/2009+8+13+047.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8w44T__QuXBcqJLeTICVXEkMp7OMgXx_SNMgd14kEVkIAuuHXRC9HqWHJvGlX3mCrKb7fm9T9iHBc11dBQT-qNoMsIR53-e8ypqixFQbBixZZcoZ_O95W_nGiUzDbcPgotbeV56Ecoih/s400/2009+8+13+047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369582286124772082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">our bags are packed and we're ready to go...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OS2_86pm-2yddhlhbBEtykWjGn8g2UmpJ0HTcDMpFiFk8xq6C02m2XcbH9-VnFC8fLJ9x1I_h-9ODZJvhEq4GY6OxpG3cPqT2yUyJWHPXSyqZGXCX1Vk18Tw1yx5g5HDRkGgN08_LFYb/s1600-h/2009+8+13+048.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OS2_86pm-2yddhlhbBEtykWjGn8g2UmpJ0HTcDMpFiFk8xq6C02m2XcbH9-VnFC8fLJ9x1I_h-9ODZJvhEq4GY6OxpG3cPqT2yUyJWHPXSyqZGXCX1Vk18Tw1yx5g5HDRkGgN08_LFYb/s400/2009+8+13+048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369582273721950594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQhtp_8CMSANTJRNoahPFS64IV7DhfDPhelbNAE04wLkgqNMffRXs0aU_9pSWW0RlPiUQAxFUo-kmcGFZVhNzNOXuWEWZRciDUtZwsNALTOXouLwNNJZthlwlofnmgoX9lJMyb89pOvVO2/s1600-h/2009+8+13+052.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQhtp_8CMSANTJRNoahPFS64IV7DhfDPhelbNAE04wLkgqNMffRXs0aU_9pSWW0RlPiUQAxFUo-kmcGFZVhNzNOXuWEWZRciDUtZwsNALTOXouLwNNJZthlwlofnmgoX9lJMyb89pOvVO2/s400/2009+8+13+052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369582259235253442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrrqM2AMSwotCYZlqAl5lXrEEMIBusXK82FhZee_4B9Zym0f0yqiU8GJlBsE5IDPAw_aVGehG-KZuipb_mLSM2D0MhoiPscWSUo4qZgAZWJIDvrsVsdZL46oSrHMVxXr4Ise05SlHJs3le/s1600-h/2009+8+13+053.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrrqM2AMSwotCYZlqAl5lXrEEMIBusXK82FhZee_4B9Zym0f0yqiU8GJlBsE5IDPAw_aVGehG-KZuipb_mLSM2D0MhoiPscWSUo4qZgAZWJIDvrsVsdZL46oSrHMVxXr4Ise05SlHJs3le/s400/2009+8+13+053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369582240348033618" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihM6TSk0uQ0tW2Magbndo6Lzdi9__W1-NiLV_6DmYw5DxQFUJQfPpVlTZi8X7xQL_gbK6sYsT4kkI6rQclYLTpqvkINglVVYKAgNFnMPFvxv6nT8zONsC9u1-CmoU_ixALGlKMJlsP469C/s400/2009+8+13+063.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369581118136252002" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinWrqcihR_AClLTpW7m0yvazB8HP-W7D99MqIlwPu6CW1ffcSakRyozx8rsFP_iWqq3FCdgPHyACmV5ElaMCtA2nrXKSVn2i5es13ykgX-2GTIerYA1NHdPkbZaMxUdEMzfPHujKibKkWi/s400/2009+8+13+062.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369581125691547810" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6TtL0MbRYDDdT0qTxcdJpfWUtRYc30T5Z-WFBCMzvgq4Z5BkmghVScz817dq-UETamLQ3DO7t5QcwH8nITr87tIPggqjFqEBzvZQzKlfXfLkjPtDlVM3Ka85kNxFgipo834KFWlqtpnNT/s1600-h/2009+8+13+069.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6TtL0MbRYDDdT0qTxcdJpfWUtRYc30T5Z-WFBCMzvgq4Z5BkmghVScz817dq-UETamLQ3DO7t5QcwH8nITr87tIPggqjFqEBzvZQzKlfXfLkjPtDlVM3Ka85kNxFgipo834KFWlqtpnNT/s400/2009+8+13+069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369581106755867026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lindsey and Kate</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz4JPno8iu0Ife2LAOAUPUeZepff7GSIVZ_CqHAaZEMD15O0_jm_ZMN21SUrnihJFsLSBZ4CKWY1zMPyHDqi1c49pfdyifSNQGWt44GqjWyDLXREFjLebaHlz4IewjVv7Zxb7O5k7tDSIX/s400/2009+8+13+070.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369581090535750690" /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFaLLXdyy82qIWrfj_upibfScxGohr1HvczthiaTmst2IyfIBoVdYZmZ3C97Kg3LT88Mrqo_ocVbGPYQ6FZlOjNyJyFZCNFSJVD6B4IHDeY6eucnP4Y433jFYjksHCmvJ6Btv4ierTFFk_/s400/2009+8+13+071.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369581098626695170" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some things never change...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGue21zSx_EqfZvcps1iNOhVgdEZNrrQNfOlBFRkw53yIXYgVyV1zl7DqucGxYD2CBgFlrsQW_rba0IlZ8M1J12ypLR0ycIrVhHGbko4y2eV7qfp9HJ2YzhJxacW6Zs7NMiHK6aVYzAxU/s400/2009+8+13+024.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Elise created a home for Katie's petshop hamster that accidentally came home with us. I'm sure the hamster is grateful for the royal treatment. I was grateful for the royal entertainment.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7LR5vkMcnWrI2sP65BEb3vGLGdL3ZJSLjqRScpHyza6IszZ-9QB3r87up4Bq9WXpvPGkEvQAxL4s7a150ulphW5IXT_KKvDbu6eJZhjYkpRdhOAnCFwHmyTWZjCQus7aLQmYAGwkdK2J/s400/2009+8+13+025.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aimee has her own way to entertain herself...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUq1ZEFiwNjlmjVsbxKuhNzm90dVtg6YbWkHROeyG7I5DIcQ5urYBGwuJ3SXsP7SHT-UEtJ6yzlmfRxrgCf3Vu4mpDf-A9S4_Kla6yxhM9wBDT1BY6aLtY1jiM7JEPG2iEnmzK6E-fCJh/s400/2009+8+13+028.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-371617468510833352009-08-09T17:03:00.005-04:002009-08-13T20:23:26.546-04:00ReunionsThe trip to Idaho was eventful. We flew on Delta and found that they had scattered our family randomly through the plane, twice. On our second connecting flight, we arranged it so I at least sat between Aimee and Lindsey with Nathan sitting one row back to my right where I could see him by the window chatting with a little girl and a mom holding a little baby. He was just fine, just like Jim. Elise and Jim were some five or more rows behind and I didn't even try to keep tabs on them. <div><br /></div><div> At one point, Nathan realized he had to go to the bathroom. I could see his hand waving to get my attention. The mom and baby were asleep in the aisle and I suggested Nathan hold it. Nothing doing! So I convince him to get down on the ground and wriggle like a snake under this lady's legs. His head popped out with a triumphant smile and off he went. Meanwhile, I thought about how soundly Lindsey and Aimee were sleeping (it was 10pm) and had an aha thought. "If I put Lindsey, who is sleeping, into Nathan's old spot, she will not disturb that family at all!" So I scooped her up and plopped her into place before it dawned on me that I could not buckle her in. I carefully leaned over, up on my tip toes and tried to reach the seat belt with my finger tips. Nope. I tapped Lindsey gently on the head and whispered, "Lindsey, Lindsey! Wake up and put on your seat belt." Nothing. The taps become raps and the whisper escalated. "LINDSEY!" rap, rap rap. The lady wakes up. "Oh Hi" I explained softly as I am practically laying on her lap, "I thought I would put my sleeping child by the window so my son wouldn't wake you with his comings and goings, but (ha, ha) now I can't get the seat belt on her (and I'VE woken you up)" RAP, RAP, RAP. It quickly became evident that there was no other way to fix this, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to lean on you (and your sleeping child) to get it on, I'm sorry" (WHAT was I thinking?!) So there I was laying on this unsuspecting mom, trying to wrangle the buckle around Lindsey who is a sound sleeping heap of no help. I heard the merciful click, escaped back to my seat (now everyone was awake and watching) and busied myself with Nathan who could have just crawled back under her legs... but no, what's the fun in that? <div><br /><div>All was well for another hour until the seat belt light came on with a ding and the stewardess announced that we should tighten our seat belts. The plane dropped a few feet and the dinging continued like an alarm. The stewardess repeated the need to tighten our seatbelts several times in a row as I thought, "Now why would she keep repeating herself unless she's nervous because she knows something we don't know." I was sitting right behind the plane wing and looked out the window as the noise of the engine slowed and then stopped (my mind thought "faltered"). There were clear skies and yet the plane started to sway side to side as it continued to bump up and down and the stewardess reminded us to tighten our seatbelts again and again and again. I gave a hearty tug at each reminder and then looked helplessly at Lindsey who was still propped against the window with a mere click of a seatbelt holding her down. Her head flopped and her mouth fell open as we bounced up and down, but she stayed asleep. I, on the other hand, was never so awake. </div><div><br /></div><div>Each new jolt or swing brought a new plead and prayer in my mind that we would live to see another day. As the skies were a clear blue, the only reasonable explanation for the sudden swerving was that the plane was damaged. It had broken and now we were headed into our FINAL descent. I gripped Aimee and Nathan close to me and kept my eyes on Lindsey. There was no way that mother would bother with her when she had her own two little ones to worry about. All the plane crashes I'd read about these last few months came rushing to my mind and I prayed that if we were going to go down over water that we'd all die in the initial explosion and not pull through just to drown in the water -I just couldn't die twice! I couldn't watch the children pleading with terror in the eyes as they gasped their last breath. And then, with a final swerve, bump and jolt -we made it. We were on the ground, safe. I could have cried and started to shake. Lindsey didn't understand why I wanted to just hold her and not get off the plane. My stomache hurt and I realized, sheepishly, that each time they said tighten your seat belt, I did. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>I was ready to reserve a car for our return trip! I just wanted to hold the kids and look at their cute, tired little faces. It made Jim's family reunion that much sweeter because we were alive. and THAT is the upside of living with a mind that caters to the morbid "what if" thoughts. When those "what if's" don't come to pass, I am even more grateful for the "normal" results than if I'd just cruised along expecting the normal. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>We did make a less eventful trip back home ...even though we awoke at 3 am to start the journey and Jim and Nathan were on different planes and I lost my camera. :( I was just happy to have a more calm ride, sleeping children and obedient little girls. Though I am truly mourning the loss of my camera. It's the first time a missing item did not come back to me. But, I did find my wedding ring and driver's license. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>So, I've no pictures to post of the reunion, just the mental snapshots of a lodge tucked up in the mountains with children roaming the meadows, collecting rocks and slapping at misquitos. There were family photos taken and I'm hoping that a few will find a way to our house, but I will say our house is the farthest away... The wood pole lodge had three levels and was large enough to give each of the 7 siblings and Jim's parents a room of their own with a great room up top with rows of cots lining the walls, leaving the middle open for dancing and the children's play, "The frog prince." A staircase of spiraling split logs led down to the lower level with a kitchen (no fridge) and small family room where we spilled over to gather for all the family meetings. It was rustic and cozy. Jim's family now boasts 16 adults and 22 grandchildren. </div><div><br /></div><div>Aimee followed Uncle Rob and Uncle Orion around waiting to be held or cuddled. Lindsey celebrated her fourth birthday, dancing in her own little world, oblivious to the obvious change in scenery. Nathan embraced the wilderness each day and was delighted to make a bow and arrow set and play with all the boy cousins. Elise kept to herself reading books for the first little bit (I think she was a bit overwhelmed by all the new faces). She warmed up right as Elena (one of the cousins her age) arrived and they were quoting barbie movies over dinner, ne'er to part. All the kids loved Grandma's cookie tree. Sigh, sigh. I had the most beautiful pictures of them in the shady woods, picking cookies off of trees. Now that is my type of tree. Jim enjoyed shooting a rifle, singing with the fam and being together. Of interest, we learned the proper way to retire the American flag. </div><div><br /></div><div>We returned home and had a few days to prep for the next family reunion here in St. Louis. My Granny and Aunt Better were coming to visit the family, play with the kids and see the new house. Coincidentally, my parents found a new house to buy in St. Louis, so they really got to see it all. It was fun to have them in our home and Jim and I were again grateful for such a beautiful home. At this point, it still has to be viewed for it's potential as we slowly work on the details. G.G. looked beautiful and was game to go, try and see anything. I can only hope that I stay as active, healthy and happy as she is. I learned that she used to make screws during the war. They spent one day here, touring the river walk and then we all headed to St. Louis -crowding Heather's home. It was like Mary Poppin's bag because somehow we all fit just right. </div><div><br /></div><div>Better took some beautiful pictures of all the children with their G. G. (great grandmother) and I again was sad that my camera was gone. I am at the will of another to get some beloved photos to grace this blog. Now it's a race to see who is the more responsive side of the family with sending out pictures. Of course, at this point I am grateful for anything I get. And, at this point, I am grateful to return home once again and really start to feel at home. I'll let you know when it really feels like home.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, so I just have to laugh because as I read back my blog, I realized that the auto spelling correction keeps changing aunt Bette's name to better. What can I say?</div></div></div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-85034970644308006852009-07-16T19:22:00.014-04:002009-07-16T22:49:59.840-04:00Hello Missouri<div style="text-align: left;">When pioneers moved to the west, with courage strong they met the test...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBw8eTIXtuQ-dTJi9efkReHmkUdXGm9iLVrRIQG_m_cPr7O7uFhu4pO2PCgueUk9HpLXNpluNfTwGGimQyS74VB9bxGjnnmKFZtLJLVdhsFgTJfd3ZZMXaZ4dwO_rIij_gwV0BRH0x7m5/s1600-h/2009+17+16+030.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"></a></span>These last few weeks we have pushed ourselves to the limits: cleaning the house, painting the walls, unpacking boxes, preparing talks, settling in.... but we have found a lot of things to pull us through: a new house to call our own; new friends to meet at the park, have over for dinner or play some games; cable tv :) (though I have yet to actually catch one food challenge or allow the children to surf the channels); cooler weather; all the major stores bunched on just one street; the beautiful green trees and endless rolling hills (the children are a chorus of wheeeeeee's as we drive along); the super cool parks; and last, but not least FAMILY! What a blessing to be able to send the kids to Aunt Heidi's while we cleaned, painted and prepared the house for them. Of course, there's never enough time (or money) to do it all, but the kids were delighted as we brought them back on the Fourth of July and welcomed them home. </div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Here it is: 2425 Camel Back Rd</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Cape Girardeau, MO 63701</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFoVv4nxN5PCO9QoYK8ix1ifOQ8pm6-R7BuuhDnelx9VW7FCr82QoFy8ZiKfokKmFm0PvSpoDwDKHMdzz3ACUUBqPKz1edD_0H1LSkkal7x8X1ieiYCgAkOpfHRbqicPnWjI2YauP2QYT/s400/2009+17+16+023.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359203556899100674" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdT27zzqNrjh2t940dvlpPJlGlniK4vBl3B9iYLtOfxcptf9bbNcY7eJwuP5KyUhRPIhz_LQqgTjL6t2CWhPecFzR55asqZTt6RC8XYlaQB9dDI8mctmLbqE058-QSr3nQp6Wpq61_3vDE/s400/2009+17+16+024.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359203565256295938" /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lindsey and Aimee went straight for the flowers.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovl4mNgT4StYXDwraXHAUsKFZXobS2mNODUeGSNolBgVKwXAwW0fo5DzpbLUbDhLlv5UgjX3QS9kbOVNh-HMWUfZf54mJVmwh-MA8eB016_lfxQDbb0qjBghX4cTovsMS46rsXmnurlAI/s400/2009+17+16+020.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359203573792786194" /><div style="text-align: center;">so pretty!</div></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4rH10Ni0suIFeF9bFh2kDFZBrcLIdxII12Vz3Td7fWJtxQzpMvB6pVad3aEPLjMng4JDi-pOWEVC5UMc4upQmP2e3Bygyg2Scq48vohpJkBioTxFjM4UlGDHC43vVQOxyypoKgkBt4jC/s400/2009+17+16+022.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359203579227456578" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My favorite part is the kitchen bar (although I love our new table behind it!) The kids and I feel like it's a diner, "may I take your order?!"</div></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffj4sZsCQi_aFHaGnKJrxiyYFy9vFUOkxcVLds9bQtm9qlcfiHx_OlV88IB41LSPlvdUhzusPX5pqrsogz_12tKPfDPGvBpOmMMcS3d2vxhzMBxYsdZZ0UyEMPfm7Tclq3Pje7hqE1Z0k/s400/2009+17+16+028.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359203582086769618" /><div style="text-align: left;">But, nothing is more exciting than having your very own room and even better, a brand new bed. (If only we had enough) After much deliberation about who to have downstairs, we decided that Lindsey and Aimee needed the space, while Elise would really enjoy the privacy of a smaller room upstairs. I was worried when Lindsey walked in and saw Elise run to her room and bounce on her bed in the pretty pink room and then listened to Nathan oooh and aaaah about the bunk beds in his smoky blue room, and then scooted down the stairs to her pink and purple room to see this......Lindsey's brand new bed. :) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBw8eTIXtuQ-dTJi9efkReHmkUdXGm9iLVrRIQG_m_cPr7O7uFhu4pO2PCgueUk9HpLXNpluNfTwGGimQyS74VB9bxGjnnmKFZtLJLVdhsFgTJfd3ZZMXaZ4dwO_rIij_gwV0BRH0x7m5/s400/2009+17+16+030.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But, she loved it! :) She dove onto the blankets and squealed with joy: "Mom, I LOVE my brand new bed!" She rolled around admiring the pink and purple walls while I laughed at her simple delight for her bed, or the obvious lack thereof. :) Won't she be surprised when Jim gets a paycheck and she gets a real bed?! :) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The best part of all is having family to share it with (although I bemoan the fact that my friends don't get to come and see it!). :( </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYn7-jNIF8R6xp2JUxb6VjTsF0qg-5ILXKpai_wkwn8gMIU-aLxSSEKYTpmYccFxe9Z4ziqPvs23gS_s2fbXbk-sRiGTiFa6oYU7mioowaXJGSrK96Eh1BH_nMxQgekFNMUvfOIYKOu0rl/s400/2009+17+16+032.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">uncle Andy and Baker</div><div style="text-align: left;">I think the best discovery so far (aside from some really cool people we've met) is the library. WOW -this is the best library I've ever seen for kids. There is a children's section about half the size of the entire Oviedo library and it comes with a wii, computers to work on, a puppet showcase to play with and a play center for the children that promises happiness on those wintry days ahead.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJmDuGb2XyXFgwRFAmEA2sEWl_o6n9yLUxflCOS-1GTHeAyJGvblcCxhIAjxWJW4F1H9UYoqmtt75JiWCIeqSFXSi4sp-jR-9JztaoKYoibNuwsNptCn41YclBwIHD4FtQ5cuM_te39Fj2/s400/2009+17+16+036.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGaJxkY_kAnc0NV-Q7pBBNQm6n6Q49ytYjwtAtC00po6baeKperqkHsLSns6tJnSn70Qtd-EIOhVSRiHgzBHm6QmXI9cG9O0egH4GjJa07dBjKvIrI1Y0wCA99y7QYLJM9as2fg3R0_t53/s400/2009+17+16+035.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGgeuUN9fhwthQ_gHZQ0xATdLXUN06vAbeouaXmGLqRiMEn5H2edjchw_hKIeysn-98nj3VfD44sCO9-XYM-9rQvCFLIVAz-Yta6XGeMqfTyR-WrH4FhsyzVjZSa74c-rmGpK4Xe2A0ewW/s400/2009+17+16+040.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlZNct02E8tUG5afX7sXvpV-c03KJJhUyHZs4dPRRbFY5FB70lO0hWLAU-FCPlpBXi8HEiXHb-_jeOldzsEn6OsT5RRiXaa0P6W4sFHJzSTOezeYOPuXdxFcS1Ri7CuDWDpaQVe0i-M6G1/s400/2009+17+16+038.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5jUfj5sKu5AoLvJVH-6VnJ5u7QmQzqCL4juyMfWvesimhKvLFXzIbhKuvGK-9LTs4wnWkotwCUOd559-V8WEWHwirz0ijEoWocel8Mq8St14xO3nzHJ08JLbiWH0rAff4H33eHYn-vI3l/s400/2009+17+16+042.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzajq7wvvTyCgs1ayTdsun12wkD-Dp3icMiZMpWP5GnGsrNsiqBVlbkOWgr-MVnhScTVfbyxDZZTvJUUsuOWqbxKrKnZ071qVGufDk0zDH-6llWZaB-ZqJKsA6pb3oJffkdasuxxKMmdQ/s400/2009+17+16+033.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8PhlDpwsPAiOxn6iDV6r42TYEpHr8K9N0oj2T46rQOERHcVaryhEd4_9BGz80vKUby1khJutSv1HtNL79eIdGC8ySgOC7fPXC_7vx5FpH-9kk3aFNqjWRzQee0vOMUC6lsg8a16FcO88T/s400/2009+17+16+046.jpg" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxSSBw1bgJzekC5DvZuLJkFEbTvxDVrl6xMr83wXZrk0PCp4pNFw9vFOkkzI5pJF0YhdQCj0TSYn4dKqv7V6JObkLGwL0zFIFLtLMQUa4jLq9EhNOX8BCkI01g-Kw-sA1Jk7X1evNEwT9Y/s400/2009+17+16+047.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Katie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJnw69LI5KrzeUUmCt16ZGbmmXo0CLuVRAGhnYgtz1R610CprGIol6AXTAMg1wRrNO_6oxWU9RTlPf3UoUjfhohnOw4xSI7oSXh8yMTAXGlWS08lQY-KSB-T5ykvKax_bxQfU1EJPqBg-r/s400/2009+17+16+045.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqb1Z4kzO3Y1d5dslHq-K0EA9rcjHo-6J5sggqbpmEIw8YIJwfh5iF0XOrOvlzVABjBm2Qb-IfHQzGztSK9SGHx1Dhm-djb-EdW-eXBUMVjrxqX6pjl5XiMCqDTKVVTpNQ8izuEm0rei9m/s400/2009+17+16+048.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Griffith</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I was able to quickly return the favor and watch my sister's children while she prepared for a letter boxing convention and the arrival of my parents (who are house hunting in St. Louis!). It's funny the comments you get as people see seven little children pile out of Heather's monster white van. "What do you DO with all those children?" "How do you do it?!" and really, I think that's not so hard as the real question: "What do I FEED all those children?!!!!!" :) You can see the start of the day with a line of cups and a PILE of french toast sticks! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIzL-duWczJpFmjoVe5-iovfTWvRYYHKOJ9Wp4QmwGYKGOswiT8CAlk5b4j4DX1mmvbKMqjgSWVCPXdr2Xt3QRp0n-PSJIVugQFHrwCHr0kPauu2S-tdPhpVkN8dRw1nx2UNqfSNPYGK4l/s400/2009+17+16+053.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We made fairy puff cookies found at the back of the fairy book Elise checked out from the library. Here are the little fairies rolling the dough, we all got a good laugh at this picture because of Nathan's new nose. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvOc73-SAhEENTm-JY5yuzKOCsE1QjDOr5ZgCScMDe5XxMfi-44B-v0rWDPGDdaw7DhEAQIg1Fgn7VOluiEK-lysilA12QhPSOOAqZJ7yE0fwLpaTtdlh2hAfVEsCPyh5p1qbNbQgohKd/s400/2009+17+16+049.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">TA-DA!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg37Zx4EBPgONb9x9AsnV1Y6c1wD1RW19Lc2JeVdY7AjOWinvvxyUmkJzWpp0DSwhAF-YwA-xXMJlg5jWMRbq9yExJePQKJBNBy_QvBuA6s_ndFh_6dSEgfrDUVt8V9Gr5m4cTDd8ke1IVm/s400/2009+17+16+052.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And now that we have settled in, it's time to take off. We are headed to Idaho for a family reunion next week. So while the kids are playing, I've been packing.... each row represents a child and each column is a day of the week (mon - sun, and pjs). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQTsnWAA9SJoUfW8aqY_tmeKnggc7gFlEzV35LfXpjG-Bt92Nm0WTtjww4wP348yoZ8FBiAwKhW6fHZ0cqjOi-G3mwwbESpkMNmM_gdT3zPYSfjba4LqmKUvZ8f_fNGG7gpummqxGMu5Jl/s400/2009+17+16+055.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The challenge is to take all that and fit it into the smallest space possible (we are aiming for carry ons to avoid the luggage fees)! It reminds me a bit of my talk last Sunday. It was on Romans 1:16 (for I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ...). I realized one night that it's not so much that we will be ashamed of what we say about the gospel in this life as the things we don't say. I then compared that to our move and the fact that though I'd packed all of our life into neat, little boxes we soon realized that not everything would fit in the truck. In the end we were left deciding if we wanted to keep the dresser or the night stands, the generator or the kitchen chairs, etc. And that is just like life. Sometimes we fill our lives with conversation and details, while the things we value most are left on the side wondering if they will fit. Even thought it's so clear to me, it's still a challenge to make things fit as they should. And, I learned the hard way (through this talk experience) that everything fits best when you are focused on Christ and led by the Spirit. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That talk kept me pretty focused (if not worried) last week. But, I've still had a lot of "what to do?" moments since I've been here. We've unpacked down to six boxes and have left it at that. The pictures are still waiting to be hung by the chimney with care.... ( Oh Ruth, you are my inspiration!). :) But my momentum died and I knew we just had to get outside because the kids are wandering around, wondering what to do with themselves. If I think about it too hard, I tear up and miss knowing where I am and what to do that day (the aquatic center, beach or friends) and then I miss my friends and Allison with a vengence and I know the kids are all missing her too.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">At least it's easier for me because I can chat with my friends on the phone, but we worried how the kids would do. They've actually done quite well talking on the phone (Elise always goes to her room and shuts the door). :) I know Elise enjoys it. Of course, it's helped alot to have Katie and Baker here. That's instant entertainment, although I've no idea how they keep running late into the night and still wake up so early? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">You'd think the stairs would wipe them out. After a few hours on our first night home, Lindsey sat down in my lap and confessed, "Mom my legs hurt from all that walking!" :) Ahh, the joys of youth. It's all fun and games until someone knocks over Griffith (Heather's little one). And so our day ends and today I've managed to fit in a few thoughts on the blog before we take off for a bit. I'm very excited about this reunion because it will be a real vacation for us. I can't work on the house and Jim will be away from the office. Here's to some fun family bonding and the hopes that it won't take a month before I blog about it. :) </div></div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-82223542486898061762009-07-16T17:04:00.013-04:002009-07-16T19:22:12.162-04:00Goodbye Florida<div style="text-align: left;">As we crossed each state line on our drive to Cape Girardeau, the kids and I would say goodbye to the state we left (Goodbye Florida -goodbye Allison, goodbye Miss Krista and Mr. Dale, good bye Stephanie, Ruth and the boys, good bye beaches and brusters, good bye alligators, palm trees and flip flops) then we would say hello to the new state for all we knew about it -first Georgia, then Tennessee, Kentucky, Illinois and finally Missouri (Hello Missouri, hello Cape Girardeau and our new home, hello Aunt Heidi and Uncle Andy, Katie, Baker and Griffith, hello new job, new friends and a new life).</div><div><div><br /></div><div>Although we say goodbye for now, it's not for long. We may just follow the birds south for the winter. :) Until then...<span><span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">goodbye house, goodbye friends</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuWewg7jMKVgoPsKO7JdrGHAFgr1lwskUlSzqfWILkc4LSrx1An4FsWikZWUpbeQuAc_I_5GElzdeLnsu_fkIBarTjWC-V-RftTH8vsdaDylzGTkETEVUfxcDpuORMUJRQu1jRBWi9HOf/s400/2009+17+16+012.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359176325661606274" /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>goodbye fun that never ends.</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdO4x73imMAXlWV81UVA4uQNJvmN3_cIFmtq1hlmzI0AC8I9Ji97r_h3wriXRMv9bCpIKTSSdGC7dtBGc_leZQZHFhcWMq0RfH7ZNbXZ5VlL0Pq66aAj1wcpIRjajfqe50NbdUkhoeZqr/s400/2009+17+16+011.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359177617378373730" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; ">Goodbye Brusters, goodbye shared meals</span></span></span></div></span><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7AOEvlqFE5so_gSjheSlKoUQezVs6_zQpPqFfOrmY7-RrTDY9Loq7ZzGx_ByE4bWhkY790FjYEMd4ob0ym_TagsannpYrZ3nZZhYzZBCOFrJlRBgdw6ekjw_ochAHz2vpiT0AeVU0uJ8/s400/2009+17+16+007.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359177605235117650" /><div style="text-align: center;">goodbye to the Villreals. :)</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoaGPZydyboXHSxguHOF271x4Ko3xEliA26OlgaB8TDhc9yxCA6BY78xbkaOYUOqooObkKHX_OK61iXH7aGWt-0rRR4XSYjciFvPBdWcE4ehSFSeibkGAFyDE1ccOHPPCGWkdQnNy1_8Bx/s400/2009+17+16+008.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359177616577549986" /><div style="text-align: center;">Goodbye sunshine, goodbye river run,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyl2Bb2aaZPAPune91Vj03M79m2yvQ8BbI9YeD7Q-CJB5yK0khJ-14_7hdf47AsCO2hEBrq3qryq68PYHoNqWYOoaqYdOB_DhvLAc4o25GnFVl02zQH9xp9r_qe3reXo1TV8M9VsM-pork/s400/2009+17+16+002.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359194779581896594" /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Goodbye Disney, we had lots of fun.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnXmmVddHSOqYUzgT7hPsIpxNqWjOTjPnuOP6PBIYCrGD8rX4rMNemBpFd1TR92mTtCEZ0Pmh9aWspqWqqcKhG9riJc5KqZstykGv4gyc9PV_u_2ZmL5mtaOFNsAardvherOeD0bKqFNYT/s1600-h/2009+04+28+Disney+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnXmmVddHSOqYUzgT7hPsIpxNqWjOTjPnuOP6PBIYCrGD8rX4rMNemBpFd1TR92mTtCEZ0Pmh9aWspqWqqcKhG9riJc5KqZstykGv4gyc9PV_u_2ZmL5mtaOFNsAardvherOeD0bKqFNYT/s400/2009+04+28+Disney+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359176315207076482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Goodbye wild animals, goodbye gators,</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_B9DlMKH20Q9HQiNWKeefj7a7Za1me6RodghfVc8XH00xL6WCVaU3S4upSn5RvehQyyPHI8AQIjtoHfL-gFAKERb5PMPV5OMrs9C0PpVCbL6IftF3fejaft1ILivdsM_wmSvwz3_v8Y6G/s1600-h/2009+04+28+Disney+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_B9DlMKH20Q9HQiNWKeefj7a7Za1me6RodghfVc8XH00xL6WCVaU3S4upSn5RvehQyyPHI8AQIjtoHfL-gFAKERb5PMPV5OMrs9C0PpVCbL6IftF3fejaft1ILivdsM_wmSvwz3_v8Y6G/s400/2009+04+28+Disney+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359176303919772242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">goodbye magic kingdom, we'll catch you later</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHYOrE5TO23Iq3HK1gU6sKoAF8ezTHnBKtRytG51vUVdj1GhyJIDn_03O0fY8p1P-7woGqnC_Qhcz9laGI4uL-XGus2VtqkUKIqo6twB4rOI1eiEDHl5nsXbDT01FBY7Q5EVQgJFcgY7t/s1600-h/2009+04+28+Disney+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHYOrE5TO23Iq3HK1gU6sKoAF8ezTHnBKtRytG51vUVdj1GhyJIDn_03O0fY8p1P-7woGqnC_Qhcz9laGI4uL-XGus2VtqkUKIqo6twB4rOI1eiEDHl5nsXbDT01FBY7Q5EVQgJFcgY7t/s400/2009+04+28+Disney+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359176297120777490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Goodbye Treasure Island, </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AIvHs-6UV3c3UyKawH2ndZm4en517DMYc1RKnuH0fRx6qDXLPPojjbMFrFueS0ihrJ7Onap0FUofL3RFkfkoTVZkEvpfcWN8NhLOWqM3EhFEz1nKUfYYJXjYtaoQLfHbU4hgYi_FQ0Wc/s1600-h/2009+04+28+treasure+island+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AIvHs-6UV3c3UyKawH2ndZm4en517DMYc1RKnuH0fRx6qDXLPPojjbMFrFueS0ihrJ7Onap0FUofL3RFkfkoTVZkEvpfcWN8NhLOWqM3EhFEz1nKUfYYJXjYtaoQLfHbU4hgYi_FQ0Wc/s400/2009+04+28+treasure+island+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359174657979447586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUmRg6GkkFzWhIRG4lTm2dP9zkbIaX_bKKE24O1e0fYiX6uyTVxjJuwhuJ34nE4MzJ82BUaKQyZ49W0I0gW1DqWyAjsq6qDwkzAGotMs9NSlAs37z1eE7eau_R5FZOwsKVWthT1EJK-DF/s1600-h/2009+04+28+treasure+island+004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUmRg6GkkFzWhIRG4lTm2dP9zkbIaX_bKKE24O1e0fYiX6uyTVxjJuwhuJ34nE4MzJ82BUaKQyZ49W0I0gW1DqWyAjsq6qDwkzAGotMs9NSlAs37z1eE7eau_R5FZOwsKVWthT1EJK-DF/s400/2009+04+28+treasure+island+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359174652180166546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlyEu9QE6jExsxYl5aw7y6-zOrN-slANh0WzLNnVDzHuXb1D7stkBkYf23JEhIOz3PxJao24KpSAPsSKCk2VKz1eMpkMiS8L_WtqiJSaIluz-sJaZJuNbLCy1VOm7rW3E-68BgDH_hbdxQ/s1600-h/2009+04+28+treasure+island+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlyEu9QE6jExsxYl5aw7y6-zOrN-slANh0WzLNnVDzHuXb1D7stkBkYf23JEhIOz3PxJao24KpSAPsSKCk2VKz1eMpkMiS8L_WtqiJSaIluz-sJaZJuNbLCy1VOm7rW3E-68BgDH_hbdxQ/s400/2009+04+28+treasure+island+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359174642265684562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIa1an0ZSOrQzt_9j_KzKR0AyhyphenhyphenpjfYWV32gKeP_WKPVcMeiY3LWhXI0tAOptZ0e04qauoCHwFho8IS4XZ1EqadsarvhzfsgbggOLqHZ556gTRUeuvfsp5Ygd-LcmfeNUKCE7y3ubARnqJ/s1600-h/2009+04+28+treasure+island+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIa1an0ZSOrQzt_9j_KzKR0AyhyphenhyphenpjfYWV32gKeP_WKPVcMeiY3LWhXI0tAOptZ0e04qauoCHwFho8IS4XZ1EqadsarvhzfsgbggOLqHZ556gTRUeuvfsp5Ygd-LcmfeNUKCE7y3ubARnqJ/s400/2009+04+28+treasure+island+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359174638236212370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAn4Adma5I68p4UYNd0CFOBEt4DBUXuHRzcNkfwYugIrDsymO6ZN_j7mf8n51Zve-NRRtUIeKvYZNGgAa79H9X96Q0xHviG_9HD0cruqTbz2xob8rvOxH8knCoxhOnq0am99pEpxxr2JY/s1600-h/2009+04+28+treasure+island+014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAn4Adma5I68p4UYNd0CFOBEt4DBUXuHRzcNkfwYugIrDsymO6ZN_j7mf8n51Zve-NRRtUIeKvYZNGgAa79H9X96Q0xHviG_9HD0cruqTbz2xob8rvOxH8knCoxhOnq0am99pEpxxr2JY/s400/2009+04+28+treasure+island+014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359174634502375330" /></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWSRLpd0HXo8NMoiNLfuf0RS7uP665X_O1wQRHcVZsLV5xmAYMMbkHFh_-QtGX0gbd_mo6PoWE3CCEM_S9qkxZ1rNi_xKIEbZjWwH1CG_Bo1agoGI_PbpuTsk_1AJicl3-aiOcFN3-978o/s400/2009+04+28+treasure+island+032.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359173534433804914" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhMylufeokvIcqIW0zfkax8Red8y-r5S8LItIJuJ43ESjoe0JHwUH9JYNYYCPYn4LxM2c6oTxuIkv3A8bxoJL0fkXUCGw3FmNSsAES3NeWgBWvwJHqD0LmHIoDkFDIBFpeIei1aCuPBNK1/s400/2009+04+28+treasure+island+040.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359173552724158578" /><div style="text-align: center;">goodbye beach,</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf0i-g6zGxDnxdTxcEHQZc8yIyOgTEjOE7LaauCLBrjtezz5iF1_l1s_3_txEtsVv1mVcw4mKWc8tqTKU1SBZljOMTILoR_Uk6bw0Rpv805hT_ogEc9BCkvDCfCIQQYoIhdgKR-88eQVF6/s1600-h/2009+04+28+treasure+island+028.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf0i-g6zGxDnxdTxcEHQZc8yIyOgTEjOE7LaauCLBrjtezz5iF1_l1s_3_txEtsVv1mVcw4mKWc8tqTKU1SBZljOMTILoR_Uk6bw0Rpv805hT_ogEc9BCkvDCfCIQQYoIhdgKR-88eQVF6/s400/2009+04+28+treasure+island+028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359173559875394834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGt6JzewdI4e4kL8O4TmTfkFlPJOHwsYkZ30dsUMKYuRMOrKkVhr9fpc-PFc8NxgG5DJpm2gN1JTgP5TBLuR1-Lb-erjBytsWdEwjtN_D0oLlDFCqBXF5JKgOhw4k-86d-7030VtISeXju/s400/2009+04+28+treasure+island+061.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359172276851224994" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1uLonOxIQOGTT5VnYn_dnn2GQIcJGdJBV3DoKOZkcnTeGwT5pWESaqCFAqYdh7SAJXhNFCWp61IyITc8UU2fc29HeX4GqBeqHP2hSlVnhAyeF7Z7Qu2V7a-v0hPSER_Pxxfg-o_c8mocK/s400/2009+04+28+treasure+island+080.jpg" style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359172280781660450" /><div style="text-align: center;">Living here was such a treat!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRhP7W6AtQ4xvlPH_J2QCwu_FZC1r8vrRv_6cdMgdFGPuwEMPCevOQtBcP3zuNrW5KbikYbZUaujMWB6eeM2ZvtCE63zO82iQOoig-e5zF0kPmpkdnyaUEgYTiXca5XbjnXlRzyF2gF1E/s1600-h/2009+04+28+treasure+island+136.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRhP7W6AtQ4xvlPH_J2QCwu_FZC1r8vrRv_6cdMgdFGPuwEMPCevOQtBcP3zuNrW5KbikYbZUaujMWB6eeM2ZvtCE63zO82iQOoig-e5zF0kPmpkdnyaUEgYTiXca5XbjnXlRzyF2gF1E/s400/2009+04+28+treasure+island+136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359172256812527922" /></a><br />I'm still so sad to realize that Krista is not right outside my door, Stephanie and Ruth aren't right down the road and everything I love is so far, far away. I hold on to the quote "If I am in your thoughts then I'm closer than I'll ever be" and then, I keep thinking. I love you all.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIDoPM916wb9B4DKC-gkQJ2itA2GMRQLaD7G6IuelFk3ldKH1QUrtXgsf3KL11qdGTeZeiK6UgyWLYt4AyAR6FCR2N4Dy_JSSMMtgjYIpYFhGgYV7-sX8zLnyRNCckNRY3OqQsj9YcgwNW/s400/download.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div></div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-88633743566450982162009-05-23T18:42:00.015-04:002009-05-23T21:07:25.211-04:00The things you miss....It's a little crazy at times with Jim gone, but I'd take the chaos any day over being the one away from home. Because as much as I'm dying to sneak out on my own, it's hard to be the one on the phone thinking about all the things you miss....<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdyTHq3gzQJgaO3EXfnfStPKLeLlbKGlnX5350k7sMI9p47Uymrh7IbJcCHfdry_8fBUn6wXiZZEldBwVXSZIQDO2nzjMqgCfywR2KMkW5LGXzNwyScayvRXJMRw2oVmcuDGNl8PQIpu2B/s1600-h/2009+24+May+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdyTHq3gzQJgaO3EXfnfStPKLeLlbKGlnX5350k7sMI9p47Uymrh7IbJcCHfdry_8fBUn6wXiZZEldBwVXSZIQDO2nzjMqgCfywR2KMkW5LGXzNwyScayvRXJMRw2oVmcuDGNl8PQIpu2B/s400/2009+24+May+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339155635973808818" border="0" /></a>...The Sun 'N Fun primary activity which quickly turned into a wet and wild party as it started to POUR five minutes after the we started. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NWAXMeMUJ66yzxJgV61KhV8OAjF3KzcaRLJ0Uh5uwHZvqKdAI4SRa3GC3Br9W3CHSX8lkN5sSqP4uc3QxMN4ZB2LVu_W5UgHEf40Zy1Mur-c0s8lvg87VagwcX6c1UkGJcE1sJWwjhQl/s1600-h/2009+24+May+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NWAXMeMUJ66yzxJgV61KhV8OAjF3KzcaRLJ0Uh5uwHZvqKdAI4SRa3GC3Br9W3CHSX8lkN5sSqP4uc3QxMN4ZB2LVu_W5UgHEf40Zy1Mur-c0s8lvg87VagwcX6c1UkGJcE1sJWwjhQl/s400/2009+24+May+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339155640149448898" border="0" /></a>...The most amazing thunderstorms and some good ol' Florida flooding.<br /><br />...Stephanie Nixon huddling with the girls to stay dry<br />while Nathan danced in the rain.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_EOaBufUpRTmDIAs33WmRd383KI6tQ1tgRf0q5Tx0A2eb_H_xiwdwaWdUCtGRrC8uW4iDFMHp_9aZTqrNAlqjkg2x4lYzjeUQHUW23HI5sWDtvAWegTOgwLMrO5KeAsvvLmP51VLMeDC/s1600-h/2009+24+May+027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_EOaBufUpRTmDIAs33WmRd383KI6tQ1tgRf0q5Tx0A2eb_H_xiwdwaWdUCtGRrC8uW4iDFMHp_9aZTqrNAlqjkg2x4lYzjeUQHUW23HI5sWDtvAWegTOgwLMrO5KeAsvvLmP51VLMeDC/s400/2009+24+May+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339155646738382498" border="0" /></a><br />...Nathan's wild hair day (to say nothing of his personality) at school.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiipohXOyf2Pa2VkiJy6E0a86wBrPIN2pL8gBaU_gAthE3z_y4a6pJ2WMt0vTXF7gZv-vuILctXR39pCHyylp7AAWAGi71J-dSHpMtjTsspozR8ROORgayHaFTnDdRqFxZQXknqRhbN948t/s1600-h/2009+24+May+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiipohXOyf2Pa2VkiJy6E0a86wBrPIN2pL8gBaU_gAthE3z_y4a6pJ2WMt0vTXF7gZv-vuILctXR39pCHyylp7AAWAGi71J-dSHpMtjTsspozR8ROORgayHaFTnDdRqFxZQXknqRhbN948t/s400/2009+24+May+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339154776306850994" border="0" /></a><br />...Nathan rifling through legos for <span style="font-weight: bold;">twenty</span> minutes and then placing this creation the desk, "Don't let any one see this! It's the start of Annikan." :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRl0LvbocfYY5OwuKm-NmBL90aZuQ7UiwEc-HHRsZ0aYc-HQkYte8SOmMctDZ8ZCWIn2ZAPbSzSHS8F3eTgPve-OCw6UlLwz_J4EvlA27yi4SY65BxxyXARMh56CdJlqnbZjSpMMJJsK7/s1600-h/2009+24+May+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRl0LvbocfYY5OwuKm-NmBL90aZuQ7UiwEc-HHRsZ0aYc-HQkYte8SOmMctDZ8ZCWIn2ZAPbSzSHS8F3eTgPve-OCw6UlLwz_J4EvlA27yi4SY65BxxyXARMh56CdJlqnbZjSpMMJJsK7/s400/2009+24+May+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339155630727632114" border="0" /></a><br />...Nathan's piano performance at the talent show.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVi8xvnjQFEj0pOOzwqtH7t6tKMFVc7MS2nAGli1ZnwS5lCApUNKxQB_PAdjfni-hfW1NWjC5eh0HDTH5nQ7JW5gV8bfh6aaTXYVs4a_siFtrOByG61G56gJNgpvqLmRDVUQWmVxRrC7o5/s1600-h/2009+24+May+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVi8xvnjQFEj0pOOzwqtH7t6tKMFVc7MS2nAGli1ZnwS5lCApUNKxQB_PAdjfni-hfW1NWjC5eh0HDTH5nQ7JW5gV8bfh6aaTXYVs4a_siFtrOByG61G56gJNgpvqLmRDVUQWmVxRrC7o5/s400/2009+24+May+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339154764379185106" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4shBz9tAHmEiEuZk-RMVxT3C9U7e_KA8CwVAqNU_ty4lbdhrlGEBLoymFgl3sp8RPYXRxIxUTipBU6jb9rX3z_hGIV3dbKAgS6tIzUmLFg13cTgRD5i2-azsdTHl7LUY8DCOa5lL-_u0V/s1600-h/2009+24+May+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4shBz9tAHmEiEuZk-RMVxT3C9U7e_KA8CwVAqNU_ty4lbdhrlGEBLoymFgl3sp8RPYXRxIxUTipBU6jb9rX3z_hGIV3dbKAgS6tIzUmLFg13cTgRD5i2-azsdTHl7LUY8DCOa5lL-_u0V/s400/2009+24+May+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339154768909935058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...our biggest fans!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_j9ZkNz8Zp4LXM0pN7RuV9Q6Y4EaTgANO-mdXTTfqedo8m7n7dYCxqP3k4DImPfuRtTENexyee-TApWnFk72K077q2lIVKDEihnXUhL9slhSxwZ_hqJdvgaBG8vDCvXfo0CLG1PU7PnKR/s1600-h/2009+24+May+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_j9ZkNz8Zp4LXM0pN7RuV9Q6Y4EaTgANO-mdXTTfqedo8m7n7dYCxqP3k4DImPfuRtTENexyee-TApWnFk72K077q2lIVKDEihnXUhL9slhSxwZ_hqJdvgaBG8vDCvXfo0CLG1PU7PnKR/s400/2009+24+May+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339154774455972562" border="0" /></a><br />...getting ready for the big day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ufPHpvZReAyR_iidtfZG2xSTJfhWyMopNR84zhCQdgXYWSHQPtmJz8YWmJllRNJhC9oc3FUCXn6pqibWMxeqN9JGAI3TOQUSE9obwR_NHYZdvQ2oMAmgxEsVt6eMS5YEaidocnl6IRQJ/s1600-h/2009+24+May+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ufPHpvZReAyR_iidtfZG2xSTJfhWyMopNR84zhCQdgXYWSHQPtmJz8YWmJllRNJhC9oc3FUCXn6pqibWMxeqN9JGAI3TOQUSE9obwR_NHYZdvQ2oMAmgxEsVt6eMS5YEaidocnl6IRQJ/s400/2009+24+May+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339177908527434978" border="0" /></a><br />...our little dancing queen.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH49aYhlTeIQqikZv5ChIyrnK4Ov1MiRRyuXrD_1z6INmse7zCBBsQ3p2WiDxBhZ_3rGq83jUKdco6iefGtco9XRUYa-pwTy16iDsQmkl6-hhOlZWUYzrYe2r1RtH53ihqF_6LRL8AIV8q/s1600-h/2009+24+May+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH49aYhlTeIQqikZv5ChIyrnK4Ov1MiRRyuXrD_1z6INmse7zCBBsQ3p2WiDxBhZ_3rGq83jUKdco6iefGtco9XRUYa-pwTy16iDsQmkl6-hhOlZWUYzrYe2r1RtH53ihqF_6LRL8AIV8q/s400/2009+24+May+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339177914776967666" border="0" /></a><br />...watching your little girls grow. (whose feet in Lindsey's shoes?!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtz06zSjLyBkuYwNWTLLOEJKNU1Vw_oxHeSOnZTM6S8SqgqKgVMoat4drqSlCVze6Z0NQjTYeIWSIzZqzUzPNRimAqAaRawvEyYM_9DxjifpN2m4lMpkvJMG7gJaqPmR9zaNGEJUaPZwJa/s1600-h/2009+24+May+030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtz06zSjLyBkuYwNWTLLOEJKNU1Vw_oxHeSOnZTM6S8SqgqKgVMoat4drqSlCVze6Z0NQjTYeIWSIzZqzUzPNRimAqAaRawvEyYM_9DxjifpN2m4lMpkvJMG7gJaqPmR9zaNGEJUaPZwJa/s400/2009+24+May+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339183153847323618" border="0" /></a><br />..."heee, heee, heee"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPnWvuuT7O2nr7XUda9md4Sh4kJaiiMFexlAZVpBgWs4SJv2WZBpOTAxagMXw51DTItTVnLjuTJLLfKeTnp9_6Yy4LUJz_7SA9CPzRn9moCxrWP0WQUi7UGOLPDXhEwI-azomiiSjnb9-/s1600-h/2009+24+May+029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPnWvuuT7O2nr7XUda9md4Sh4kJaiiMFexlAZVpBgWs4SJv2WZBpOTAxagMXw51DTItTVnLjuTJLLfKeTnp9_6Yy4LUJz_7SA9CPzRn9moCxrWP0WQUi7UGOLPDXhEwI-azomiiSjnb9-/s400/2009+24+May+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339177922422547842" border="0" /></a><br />"Look at me!"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJANCpbcE39Imt5EY1FfyDR2EGeEmFiuYWcxr9ZtrbR1_r4imTGW1gvitKFt2ryxALHjnGuo3_fB_nQ6iOqmRABvwNoPG9rM6VE1T9vaOmX0YaaiXUkWJgGWoebd70NbtOE3nvHcjutQFR/s1600-h/2009+24+May+034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJANCpbcE39Imt5EY1FfyDR2EGeEmFiuYWcxr9ZtrbR1_r4imTGW1gvitKFt2ryxALHjnGuo3_fB_nQ6iOqmRABvwNoPG9rM6VE1T9vaOmX0YaaiXUkWJgGWoebd70NbtOE3nvHcjutQFR/s400/2009+24+May+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339178851071056818" border="0" /></a><br />..."Tickle Me!"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4VHv4DxZOpab-OKDRpONW_8sq8zyOWWEbCkM-fZEJ9gPLME79fQQffjRh-BOzeeSikEPeDOSwRdrOXc-cRtaOaABDkJBjsTZrveCk2B-HXqczil9-B2N7nr7gK2SaY5xqdrM1Naqq4E6w/s1600-h/2009+24+May+035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4VHv4DxZOpab-OKDRpONW_8sq8zyOWWEbCkM-fZEJ9gPLME79fQQffjRh-BOzeeSikEPeDOSwRdrOXc-cRtaOaABDkJBjsTZrveCk2B-HXqczil9-B2N7nr7gK2SaY5xqdrM1Naqq4E6w/s400/2009+24+May+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339178858098618610" border="0" /></a><br />...."Nigh, Night daddy, I love you!"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApHuYXp4_LEADIMtYX4xVXNOPh73o5RltcE9Ctaa51kRchiFNRxlP7m3kGmIVlGpmsLFa1DbQ0ZsaT8-08jlB0CgP3fzCYUNePBnU0kXoxicePBxzXqu2PaTIMt3V5-rksuPjJWe7juBZ/s1600-h/2009+24+May+031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApHuYXp4_LEADIMtYX4xVXNOPh73o5RltcE9Ctaa51kRchiFNRxlP7m3kGmIVlGpmsLFa1DbQ0ZsaT8-08jlB0CgP3fzCYUNePBnU0kXoxicePBxzXqu2PaTIMt3V5-rksuPjJWe7juBZ/s400/2009+24+May+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339178866911385826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And just when you think everyone's in bed, Aimee need's a pacifier, Lindsey needs more water in a sippy cup, Elise has a dot on her finger that itches and Nathan has a million questions in his head he just has to get out..."What if daddy doesn't find a house for us in Missouri?" "We'll live in our van." "How will we change clothes?" "We won't. Isn't that fun? And when it rains, we'll step outside for a shower!" "Where will I play legos?" "We'll keep the legos under your seat and when it's not raining, we'll find a parking lot, pull them out and play." "Oh, well, I guess it I'd like to live in the van." "Great!" :) ....."But, I'm not sure what I want to be when I grow up." "That's okay, you've got eons to think about it." "Do you think they'll have a new job for me?"<br /><br />..."If I die and you give my kidneys to someone else, what will happen when I am resurrected? Will I not have kidneys? " "I'm sure God will find them for you" "How will they take my kidney's out?" "Nathan! No one is taking your kidneys, so go to bed!" (this came after making cookies one night and explaining he can't eat the dough because he'll get salmonella poisoning which could make him very sick and then his kidneys would fail and he'd have to get new ones and have an IV and every other not fun thing in life) :) "Then why does Mr. Dale get to eat some?" (because Dale just happened to come in right AFTER my explanation and snitch his favorite part of the cookie -the dough) "Because he's an adult and our big bodies can handle it."<br /><br />So many questions, so little time. "Mom, can I see what you're typing?" "Nope, go to bed." And now, it's a good night. Aaaah, take a moment to enjoy the silence. I'm off to a very inviting queen size bed with the softest sheets that I get all to myself! But, I do miss you Jim. :) Life isn't the same without you and I'm sorry for all the things you miss.<br /></div></div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-8491250395717215942009-05-18T20:16:00.007-04:002009-05-19T03:29:17.891-04:00You're a mean momSunday, May 17, 2009<br />It’s deliciously hot outside. I love it. Yesterday I went to check the mail and was lured to lay on the driveway and bake like a cookie in the oven. Elise decided she’d rather be one of the cookies in the freezer. :) Not me, I love feeling all toasty from the outside in. <br /><br />After Elise’s recital yesterday, we got our summer pool pass to the aquatic center and spent an hour splashing about in the cool water –what a treat. Elise did so well in her recital. I was so proud of her. Nathan was riveted and wiped his eyes after seeing her performance. “That was my favorite one,” he declared in her honor. That made me happy to see his support and love for her. Especially since most the time, lately, they are teasing, rolling eyes and sticking out tongues. <br /><br />Elise wondered why she got flowers last year…. and I melted, of course. “Oh sweetie, I just didn’t get a chance to slip away and surprise you with Daddy not being here to watch the kids.” “I could go with you….” She softly suggested. How could I resist. Off we went to Walmart because I needed milk anyway and we arrived home with four beautiful roses (one for each girl), a hot wheels car (because Nathan does NOT want flowers!), and a box of pop tarts since it was such a special day. We chose the box with the most fiber and the least amount of sugar and I told them we wouldn’t be indulging like this at every recital. :) <br /><br />Nathan had surgery last Monday. He had a skin tag poking out his backside which was understandably uncomfortable for him. It was supposed to be a quick snip, cauterize and off we go. The anesthesia made him so loopy, it was weird to watch as he slowly went off to la la land. The doctor informed me that he had to do sutures, but not to worry, they would dissolve. The surgery took about five minutes and forty minutes later I got to see Nathan recover happily with a purple popsicle. After going through two more, he was off to the bathroom to pee so we could go home. There he experienced his first real sensation of pain and cried for about five minutes before I could convince him to stop trying and to lie back on the bed. <br /><br />Tylenol was the best they could give him and away we went. Around 2:30 in the afternoon Nathan had to REALLY go to the bathroom. He spelled it out for me, “Mom I have to go p-o-o-p-y!” It sounded more like he was going to have a baby than just a visit to the restroom. He screamed for about ten minutes solid, while I called the doctor a little frantic about the fact that Nathan was in so much pain. They could do nothing, of course. So, after what felt like he “broke a bone” inside and much screaming, he finished what he started and went to recover (completely drenched in sweat) with an episode of toot and puddle (how appropriate). :)<br /><br />Well, now it’s Sunday and Nathan still cries every time he has to go. I kept him home for two days thinking he’d be okay by Thursday. However, he’s still bleeding, crying and now he’s just plain not going. He keeps wishing he’d never gotten his skin tag off as he’s dealing with his first bout of prolonged pain (hindsight is 20/20… ha, ha). I wish he hadn’t done it either since it takes him about45 minutes in the bathroom, the most part of which he’s crying out for me to be with him. We were 40 minutes late to church this morning so he could try. I bet everyone thought it was because I couldn’t get the four kids going by myself. I did get two invitations to dinner (Thanks Ruth and Jana). :) Of course, we couldn’t accept either because we are waiting for the inevitable moment where Nathan REALLY has to go. <br /><br />Jim took off for Missouri on Tuesday. He arrived Wednesday, settled Thursday, prepped for his class Friday and Saturday and is checking out the wards today. As busy as he is, it’s probably not enough. He misses us and we all miss him too. Aimee is such a daddy’s girl, she asks for him every day. Yesterday she said, “I miss daddy. Daddy’s at work.” I’ve only been scared once: at 2 am, when Lindsey dragged herself across the living room in her leg braces instead of simply calling out to me to go to the bathroom. I’ve learned to lock the doors while it’s still light outside and go to bed at a decent hour. <br /><br />Aimee was so cute today in pig tails, I could just eat her up! She has a new trick. If you ask her how old she is she’ll say, “two.” Then, if you ask her her name, she’ll say, “two.” It works the other way too. If you ask her her name, she’ll say, “Aimee.” Then, if you ask her how old she is, she’ll say, “Aimee.” That’s her daddy’s girl! :)<br /><br />Monday, May 18, 2009 “you’re a mean mom!” <br />This morning I made the usual Monday breakfast of muffins and eggs. The eggs must be eaten first. Lindsey took one look at the table and declared she wanted cereal. “Tough!” I said and kept cooking. “You’re a mean mom!” she let me know as she huffed away from the table. Realizing it had no affect on me whatsoever, she came back and said it a little louder. “Hmph!” was followed by the chant, “you’re a mean mom. You’re a mean mom. You’re a mean mom!” I smiled when Elise and Nathan both came to my rescue, knowing full well it would only be a matter of days, if not hours before they, too, took up the chant and let everyone know just how mean I am!<br /><br />Krista bought me twilight and new moon to complete my collection! That was a very sweet surprise to my day.Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-41188920969919652592009-04-22T16:02:00.004-04:002009-04-22T19:04:31.815-04:0025<meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">Months ago I was invited on facebook to post 25 random things about me and thought about it, wrote it out and got busy, as usual. The days passed, the moment passed and yet, here it is the 25 random things about me, for me really.
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">1. I told the kids to quickly pick up the other day because our rental manager was coming over.<span style=""> </span>When I opened the little cupboard under the TV, I noticed all the toys and clothes stuffed inside. “Elise!” I called, “Come back and put these things away where they belong!!”<span style=""> </span>She looked surprised and said, “Oh, I thought we were speed cleaning –isn’t that what we do when company is coming?!”<span style=""> </span>“No,” I responded and then laughed because, of course it is!<span style=""> </span>What a good mom I am.<span style=""> </span>: )<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">2. I clean when I’m depressed and I can’t eat when I’m stressed or the kids are sick.<span style=""> </span>So, if you ever come over and the house is clean and I’m looking skinny, you’ll know we’ve got problems!<span style=""> </span>: )<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">3. I like myself, imperfections and all. <span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">4. I turn into an ogre at 8pm, and it’s not like the nice Fiona type –I’m more like the “Shrek” get in bed ogre!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">5. I have four webkinz: <span style=""> </span>Krista-Lou- the kangaroo; Oreo- the black and white cow, Sweetie- the Love Dino and <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Willow</st1:place></st1:city> –the raccoon.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>They all come from Krista, thank you!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">6.<span style=""> </span>I can still sing a song in Russian that a friend taught me in college, though I have no idea what I’m saying!<span style=""> </span>Who knows what he taught me?!<span style=""> </span>Reminds me of the time the elders taught a bunch of French people that the way we say “Cheers” in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region> is “up yours.”<span style=""> </span>Not the most wholesome recreation, but a much needed laugh.<span style=""> </span>How do you unwind after being rejected a million times?<span style=""> </span>Well, raise your cup and cheers to you! : )<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">7.<span style=""> </span>The words I used to say the most?<span style=""> </span>“No worries.”<span style=""> </span>The words I currently use the most? “BE NICE!”<span style=""> </span>My, how my world has changed. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">8.<span style=""> </span>I am not a touchy-feely, huggy-huggy type of person, but I LOVE a good foot rub and cuddling with the kids. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">9. My dad got so mad at us once that he grabbed up the nearest thing he could find to shake in our face. It was the flat card board that holds cat food and it sagged in half when he hit the high of his fuming and we all laughed.<span style=""> </span>I’m paying for that a million times over!<span style=""> </span>See # 7.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">10.<span style=""> </span>I wonder who is passing along the beloved armpit music ritual?<span style=""> </span>I so carefully protected my son from it all and he just graced us with his new talent at the dinner table.<span style=""> </span>AAAHHHHHHH</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">11.<span style=""> </span>I love my kids.<span style=""> </span>Really, I love to play with them, watch them and then put them back in their box.<span style=""> </span>: )<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>We get along famously when I let them out because I actually enjoy playing tag with them, collecting stuffed animals, doing art projects, playing games and watching Barbie movies.<span style=""> </span>Oh, and singing into a banana microphone like a banshee… “There ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone…ba-dum-dum-dum-duh-dum….”<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">12.<span style=""> </span>My favorite TV shows are (in this order): So you think you can dance, Everwood, and The Mentalist.<span style=""> </span>Oh, and we can’t forget “King of Queens” which provides Jim and I many a late night laughs.<span style=""> </span>I used to love Amazing Race until it switched to Sunday.<span style=""> </span>One day a DVR might restore this to its proper place.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">14.<span style=""> </span>I’m not superstitious. : ) </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">15. <span style=""> </span>My least favorite part of the day is evening when I have to cook dinner for four unappreciative kiddos and then brush their even more unappreciative teeth!<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">16. <span style=""> </span>I am not a keeper.<span style=""> </span>I get joy from dejunking.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">17.<span style=""> </span>I am very energetic, independent and creative.<span style=""> </span>My outlet:<span style=""> </span>Adventure Camp!<span style=""> </span>You’d have to peruse my blog to see what that is. <span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">18.<span style=""> </span>The first time Jim and I went camping, we roasted hot dogs and onion rings on sticks.<span style=""> </span>Then we carefully tied up our toothpaste which was in its normal thick casing that smells like nothing and he dutifully hung it up in a tree explaining that he didn’t want any mountain lions or bears going after it.<span style=""> </span>I layed awake for most the night, listening and thinking, “Now, why would a mountain lion or a bear bother to go up a tree for some yucky toothpaste when Jim and I smell like yummy smoked meat all wrapped up in a very thin tent?”<span style=""> </span>That happens to be the last time we went camping.<span style=""> </span>: ) <span style=""> </span>Although, he still takes the kids out.<span style=""> </span>I much prefer a nice bed with no bugs.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">19. That reminds me: the worst feeling is making your bed and seeing a spider scurry out from under the sheets.<span style=""> </span>The best feeling is sleeping on soft, clean sheets.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">20. I love to read blogs. <span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">21. In high school, we had to think of something we were grateful for and I remember saying my eyelids because when I closed them everything disappeared and it was just me in my own little world.<span style=""> </span>I still enjoy escaping to my mind and most often find myself dancing to music. Now, if we could just get some earlids to shut out crying kids, crunching food and snoring. : )<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">22.<span style=""> </span>I can accept death, but am destroyed by the concept of suffering, especially by children.<span style=""> </span>I am acutely aware of hunger, need and pain.<span style=""> </span>I can’t stand to see my kids hurting.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">23. I love it when kids are learning how to talk. I love the challenge of decoding it and the triumphant smile they get when you realize that the request for a tuddle is really for a puzzle! Aimee spent the morning singing, “I lika moo-ey, moo-ey”<span style=""> </span>after hearing Elise and Nathan chant: I like to move it, move it.<span style=""> </span>I miss Elise saying “muse-kit” for music and Nathan’s hangaburger which you can order at “Old McDonalds.”<span style=""> </span>Lindsey has such a high, sweet voice and long, sincere thoughts that it’s fun to listen to her.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">24.<span style=""> </span>A day of indulgence for me would include a good book, a pedicure and some dark chocolate. <span style=""> </span>Ah yes, and some computer time without the kids hanging all over me and swarming around the screen. <span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">25.<span style=""> </span>I could say it a million times and it wouldn’t be new or random at all that I LOVE <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Florida</st1:place></st1:state>.<span style=""> </span>I love the sun, the palm trees, reggae music, the flip flops, the beach, the year round afternoon walks, my friends, my ward and how toasty warm it is most days and Krista!<span style=""> </span></p> Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-72537964975264972702009-04-21T11:51:00.014-04:002009-04-22T15:48:22.419-04:00EscapeWho doesn't want an escape from reality now and then? The pressures have been high for Jim. I've been trying to figure out what to do with myself and wonder if I shouldn't be doing more. The kids are, well....kids. The older they get, the greater the need to escape. :) Now, where do we go? Somewhere fun and tropical. Oh, I know.. :) We were set to leave Thursday for Disney World and then spend the rest of the weekend at Treasure Island located on the west coast of Florida. It boasts beautiful white sand beaches and seems a perfect get away before Jim takes off for Missouri in three weeks.<br /><br />However, yesterday found me at the start of a list of to-dos and that meant taking all four kids to the doctors for two well visits (Nathan and Aimee) and one sick visit (Elise). I think we were the first ones in and I thought, "Yes! this is my lucky day." I saw when the doctor arrived, ten minutes after us and thought, "Okay, let's get going." I had Nathan, Elise and Lindsey take off their shoes and step on the scale to hurry things along before the nurse was like," umm, I think we need Aimee." Oops, oh yes -"Quick, Lindsey put your shoes on while I tug off Aimee's." Hmm, now to list the questions and concerns. Aimee -none, but she's grunting instead of talking, shouts MINE when she wants something and cries for her pacifier nonstop -should I be worried!? :) Nathan -he's super coordinated, smart as a whip, oh, and he has a skin tag where the sun doesn't shine -can you take that off? Elise? It's hard to tell because she has every thing that comes around and then some. I was actually trying to distract her from watching the infomercial on appendicitis in the waiting room knowing that an acute case would be immediately impending if she got hold of that one! It's so hard to know what's really wrong. I'm sure my parents felt the same way.<br /><br />Nathan was so excited to pee in a cup that he peed on the seat, on his hands and the water! Did any even go in the cup? Elise laughed when he had to put the gown on and then tried to cover up saying how amusing it was that she was sitting on a plastic chair that...squeaks, yes -you see? (she tries really hard to squeak). Nathan edges off the bed when the they prick his finger but is oblivious when they examine his other parts. "Did you notice that dimple in that little crack there?" Ummm, yes -it was a diaper changing night mare! "Did you get a sonogram on that?" What? Uh, no -should we? "Ohhh, well, it's a bit late for that but it's a possible sign that his spinal cord is tethered. Does he have any problems wetting the bed?" "No, well -he wakes up but he doesn't actually make it to the toilet most nights. Sometimes it's the bathtub, or under the counter or in the corner. Does that count?" :) "Well, not exactly but we'd better have that checked just in case.... you just need to schedule an MRI. That's an x-ray and it takes about 45 minutes. Can your son sit still that long? " Wait a minute, so I can stop laughing at the last question!<br /><br />Next! The doctor starts again, "Aimee's soft spot didn't close yet. Any thyroid problems in the family?" Besides my little cyst? None. Should I be concerned? "Well, she's tall enough -in the 50th percentile so it's probably nothing." Tall?! For my family the 50th percentile is GIGANTIC! Wow, we got our own little giraffe after all. Way to go!<br /><br />Elise was the grand finale. What can I say? I have no idea what's wrong except she has cronic stomach and head aches, usually at bed, homework and chore time! :) ha, ha, ha.... No really, she has persistant stomach aches and I need answers or testing that hurts so if it's fake she won't fake it anymore and if it's real- it'll be worth it. :) Oh, and she's had a fever for three days, threw up and has a bad cough starting yesterday. "Hmmmm, I hear a lot of crackles." "Impossible!" I thought, "how can you hear anything over the other three kids trying to squish into one office chair (even though there are two) and fighting over the same book (even though there are more)?!" "I think she has pneumonia and would like you to get an x-ray. I'll get right back to you, I have several patients waiting. I've spent alot of time here because you had three..." Okay.... let the waiting games begin.<br /><br />"Let's play I spy" I suggest. Nathan spots the first one (as he always does) and we take nice even turns around the circle so no one gets left out. Nathan's is hard to find (whine, complain). Lindsey kept changing hers so it was nearly impossible (more whines and complaints "that's not fair Lindsey you can't keep changing it"). Elise chose the air, which really was impossible. Nathan was all over that, "Elise you have to be able to SPY it and you can't see the air!" "I told you it was clear enough to see through! besides, you can see it when it blows something over..." "MOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!" "Alright, games over! finds something else to do!" (and by all means, be loud so they'll come back, give Aimee her shots and we can leave in peace. Okay, well at least we can leave!) :)<br /><br />Really?! Do I have to take all these kids to get x-rays? What will that prove? I will still have to take the same meds and do the same treatments. I don't want any proof of something more. Don't worry, Disney can wait and Treasure Island will still have treasures another day. Everyone pile in. "Mom, Diego is a BOY sticker...." "GO!"<br /><br />Nathan woke up coughing today and I wondered if he'd be able to hold still while coughing for the MRI Friday. We gave him cough syrup, practiced his piano piece and sent him to school so he wouldn't miss the Talent Show Audition. Elise has to miss it. She's hoping to dance with a group of girls from her dance class. I hope she can. I actually enjoy having Elise home because she can play with Lindsey and give me a break from the endless, "mom, will you play pet shops with me?" Lindsey is my drama queen and flopped on the bed the other day with a loud sigh and said, "Mom, what can I do while I'm waiting for my life to get better?!" :) Oh I gave her a big kiss for that one. She makes me laugh so hard. Yesterday she walked around the house and said, "Mom, I want to throw something away too. What can I put in the garabage bag? Maybe I'll go through my stuffed animals and get rid of something." THAT's my girl!!! :) You can tell how we've been cleaning house. Jim's been giving a ten minute warning and then going around with a trash bag and collecting whatever's left on the floor. They can buy it back later of course. Or, I'll sell it on Craigslist, my latest venture.<br /><br />I've been wandering through the house wondering what we could do without. I emptied out the attic the other day and today I pretty much tore the house apart before I realized there's probably a better way to go about this. It started with, let's sell the crib. (everything from under the crib was pulled out) And then, let's sell the closet dresser (everything from the dresser was pulled out) Next, let's move the other girls dresser to Nathan's room and sell his dresser and put the shelves from my room where his dresser was. Right now, as I type, every single dresser and shelf has been emptied. Right now, all the books, puzzles, toys, clothes, shoes and well, EVERYTHING, is littering the floors! :) Just a little overwhelmed by what Elise called the Tornado that hit our house, I am escaping. :) I have tuned out all whines, cries, messes and disasters and have escaped into my blog, my playlist and my wonderful, happy insanity. :)<br /><br />There's no way to catch up the blog. Really, I'm this late because I was trying to be chronological but I just don't have time to go back and recap so I'll throw out a few photos from Nathan's party, Easter, etc and call it good.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Easter 2009!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkz7xcTnxV7o3zMwu-4nArhzV9mIvHcbKIx1X42kFq9Z7R2PCqf_IB2C_SkmNj4wwflrO0WX5nTnjKEbeDWg4wETF01QA0rn-Ciq4pWjhqNojhHoYASUcI6pEWR_6jBfSJ5wiSleRkak2n/s1600-h/2009+04+22+085.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkz7xcTnxV7o3zMwu-4nArhzV9mIvHcbKIx1X42kFq9Z7R2PCqf_IB2C_SkmNj4wwflrO0WX5nTnjKEbeDWg4wETF01QA0rn-Ciq4pWjhqNojhHoYASUcI6pEWR_6jBfSJ5wiSleRkak2n/s400/2009+04+22+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327586954348441074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40P_qagOGCR7G-_QWawx8AbaW7_cH3VmkdyyLOc-kFYug_seA17AHKJf1_X0CGmqeRcePP9pTLfoPXRb-KLwzaiTNBYq0TlGrbJzS-ATfXfgtD28xWA1hTW9jouWOMQhBJjU4u4YoqzX_/s1600-h/2009+04+22+120.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI51P1Ce3RcP5WUMczFd5waotYN4f7H_ndDCa_zJLYn_Q1n4acB1yUurTnINs3SzIyPs7BBPcZfQ5uVOXNZ37MJHkhNw1z1crseGL1mQJGWJO9QxTM7AevFRreUZS8982OUXt7lRs-Yhxr/s400/2009+04+22+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327588665487644578" border="0" /></a><br />Spring Break<br />We went with Krista to Tampa and stayed with her brother Thomas.<br />The kids loved playing in the pool even though it was CHILLY!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODbDlDuqJ6jxIC8-OlYzp59-JKgiuUkvucZn_y-mbyb_nklqfFTzub-gK_GThEvdou8ddpKpcqHFPfQpmoXNwVtNbo3JfFQ3pm599aKztJ1tYp3NiT1nn93CYGDVNePT5Ur3nzpzVTRJ3/s1600-h/2009+04+22+081.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODbDlDuqJ6jxIC8-OlYzp59-JKgiuUkvucZn_y-mbyb_nklqfFTzub-gK_GThEvdou8ddpKpcqHFPfQpmoXNwVtNbo3JfFQ3pm599aKztJ1tYp3NiT1nn93CYGDVNePT5Ur3nzpzVTRJ3/s400/2009+04+22+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327581734877005794" border="0" /></a>After a dip in the cold pool, they liked to warm up in the hot tub. :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg00KzgSGvFXqP2JoXU80QN5ELpDjtUKvi4e9kuIQe2ia_sNjgMey-Ez4KZPGVCt70W1tDYeNV3CxG1X1wFYl71lheiGbA0SPjVMuaRRTCY-84OYB4KpOX2UKHhpmtlLY_5lh1JyDZwYXVu/s1600-h/2009+04+22+083.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg00KzgSGvFXqP2JoXU80QN5ELpDjtUKvi4e9kuIQe2ia_sNjgMey-Ez4KZPGVCt70W1tDYeNV3CxG1X1wFYl71lheiGbA0SPjVMuaRRTCY-84OYB4KpOX2UKHhpmtlLY_5lh1JyDZwYXVu/s400/2009+04+22+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327581741754350802" border="0" /></a>Aimee liked chillin' out by the pool. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aOHQcY6dhj3fILVABR111Ndc0He_wo9KAo8OkrQ625qXTVsifnJAbm1GCDfCNKJOSrD3YHtIZrCc5KdP9jp1gKUgnuZIOGZEyDJWZtb0sv2rMZMRkb7xxCTGF7lOokZHbXthi3THveWL/s1600-h/2009+04+22+082.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aOHQcY6dhj3fILVABR111Ndc0He_wo9KAo8OkrQ625qXTVsifnJAbm1GCDfCNKJOSrD3YHtIZrCc5KdP9jp1gKUgnuZIOGZEyDJWZtb0sv2rMZMRkb7xxCTGF7lOokZHbXthi3THveWL/s400/2009+04+22+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327581740448114738" border="0" /></a>While we played, Jim worked. :) And, all that hard work payed off. He passed his dissertation and was greeted by a grateful family and a candygram by the Nixons.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrzem5jIXVx0R6bIZgfQ7S-DsfinvuQx1U_X0aF6AOfC6wj1sRMXWozMOrNj-ZLxu8FqzrNtpoKk5dtRPnC2RwBAn2RKjd-oSlMNlIZKiu2YbL4I24yvgfYbgwv80ztXwhbyB5n2JWIoH/s1600-h/2009+04+22+055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrzem5jIXVx0R6bIZgfQ7S-DsfinvuQx1U_X0aF6AOfC6wj1sRMXWozMOrNj-ZLxu8FqzrNtpoKk5dtRPnC2RwBAn2RKjd-oSlMNlIZKiu2YbL4I24yvgfYbgwv80ztXwhbyB5n2JWIoH/s400/2009+04+22+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327578937142689426" border="0" /></a>It's that time of year. Recitals are coming and they just got their costumes. Elise loves it!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSL2SuIUkjVfEzAq_AjUVJDnYBkjhrhN0mDorksAe52-Fi9WVa3SLC5AGpWaNXC2sAT2472X1-nLsWFlcatJQGnWRsw9zlUyOHHTwstA0C7hbwpCcVlLKf-iXuOZjwHgTWPu0fhx6QLmFm/s1600-h/2009+04+22+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSL2SuIUkjVfEzAq_AjUVJDnYBkjhrhN0mDorksAe52-Fi9WVa3SLC5AGpWaNXC2sAT2472X1-nLsWFlcatJQGnWRsw9zlUyOHHTwstA0C7hbwpCcVlLKf-iXuOZjwHgTWPu0fhx6QLmFm/s400/2009+04+22+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327578920190710578" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5I4iu37pv5SLiujvwNf_QshiUe1icA_Wr08uEpm7ClXdVNPN-ShyphenhyphenD_XxABbDh8HeHTkpES8HdRKpA2zYzCIIpBXA8L53HqHB1YcPJbHnGP1r_8dWTQQlIEaulu4YKbCIWKy9A5FZGJBKd/s1600-h/2009+04+22+039.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5I4iu37pv5SLiujvwNf_QshiUe1icA_Wr08uEpm7ClXdVNPN-ShyphenhyphenD_XxABbDh8HeHTkpES8HdRKpA2zYzCIIpBXA8L53HqHB1YcPJbHnGP1r_8dWTQQlIEaulu4YKbCIWKy9A5FZGJBKd/s400/2009+04+22+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327578925443861346" border="0" /></a>Lindsey is not about to be left out.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWR8jCr5f6AZt0-GIMCXoouLYIXypmRyPWeA_guJkBlFNFQ0Pbos1ZY51Szy03Z2eJc7hHbMV3_ddvtaoxB6UKZRDFeASCD7m_Mj_QuqsN_Xk2thS6iTjOvA3jWROsSmi8urDqKdESoeKF/s1600-h/2009+04+22+053.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWR8jCr5f6AZt0-GIMCXoouLYIXypmRyPWeA_guJkBlFNFQ0Pbos1ZY51Szy03Z2eJc7hHbMV3_ddvtaoxB6UKZRDFeASCD7m_Mj_QuqsN_Xk2thS6iTjOvA3jWROsSmi8urDqKdESoeKF/s400/2009+04+22+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327578932447457298" border="0" /></a>And our newest star: little me too!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsbb7sRzW4crd8zzswsA2lDZSK-NyMqgK2UR_ImRaKLarfFVLFGOuZp9MCnkKeBRcpOJtcPhv8pw-6c1Rxw0GqV6ymOL0_tRI1J2piCqJwLAhlTG64tFkXVhnn-CgZHGkaqhA32isZ5O5/s1600-h/2009+04+22+054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8NNLaFUUnMqeyCwKtKRxk_I7BKsHgmm9_5loeKs1LcypobKn0cMNowws9QGkJi5xv_jDA6DjHflSsKlY_NvQwsaplY8RKRL0Eof79_0u920iMso-afulOuEEYvlCebhxGYW16abQdnEx/s400/2009+02+22+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307839859512861794" border="0" /></a>After some discussion about what we want our valentine's traditions to be (a book? a lovey? just the bucket? chocolate hearts? etc.) this is what we came up with!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlTZ0pvYfJNop4bxg3RpqLt7iEhYuV8LGJ-VBeaNOuX2iTX8AvGa2Uica7JlXu288pvg6rIXhsmD-UaggGNAsgx2CViUTXmSeR7PQNkS7hvZs7F-025qPfLP-iUk8o-zr1FXP31pgyYQ6/s1600-h/2009+02+22+055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlTZ0pvYfJNop4bxg3RpqLt7iEhYuV8LGJ-VBeaNOuX2iTX8AvGa2Uica7JlXu288pvg6rIXhsmD-UaggGNAsgx2CViUTXmSeR7PQNkS7hvZs7F-025qPfLP-iUk8o-zr1FXP31pgyYQ6/s400/2009+02+22+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307838849512191666" border="0" /></a>We always have heart shaped waffles with whip cream and strawberries. Last year they got a Webkinz and so I decided to keep the loveys (stuffed animals) and buckets, but we added just one other tradition...<br /></div>SILLY STRING! :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL95aaZE5cRiOqrgkuZMk3BpUyjd1CSebpcbXi0-v22sdWvvJqwc03LPgDAGP2I6m6XwmKGjANouXnPDkJaIjajIEG6rBYeZasJ3M7azu_0e0onUmfIfxBQuLDW6Ba1JFL_qG99Wkb7S_X/s1600-h/2009+02+22+069.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL95aaZE5cRiOqrgkuZMk3BpUyjd1CSebpcbXi0-v22sdWvvJqwc03LPgDAGP2I6m6XwmKGjANouXnPDkJaIjajIEG6rBYeZasJ3M7azu_0e0onUmfIfxBQuLDW6Ba1JFL_qG99Wkb7S_X/s400/2009+02+22+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307838856899628962" border="0" /></a>What better way to say I love you than attack you with silly string?! The kids LOVED it! Silly strings for our silly things, a perfect match.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6A3cmmgSL-twFJBOzsEdk8eJKIOtPHrEMcPS9jD6KpV1rxtAWr0zfOdX3axZgGL4Eh5VPoY5aKWRN1tGypqtSJo2xNYx0iwe9LPraW-oAOJvfIbZ6FwWj0y1-TBWQ8PCL3D3DuD1fWm7/s1600-h/2009+02+22+071.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6A3cmmgSL-twFJBOzsEdk8eJKIOtPHrEMcPS9jD6KpV1rxtAWr0zfOdX3axZgGL4Eh5VPoY5aKWRN1tGypqtSJo2xNYx0iwe9LPraW-oAOJvfIbZ6FwWj0y1-TBWQ8PCL3D3DuD1fWm7/s400/2009+02+22+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307838891443677026" border="0" /></a>The evening ended with a perfectly pink sky<br />so we celebrated with a pizza picnic outside.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw99jRAgP0A7p44Bf66gqu3UkD3lAZO_1IX2ocBLVSBu_BTOMAz0ygC1DviFuyNwIihECgI9EXCAI5NeMQryQvCt2iv4aCj0i5FA5xX2MUmqveOoEJr28jS9vJJWTJHml4-FQXo5S4EwT9/s1600-h/2009+02+22+073.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw99jRAgP0A7p44Bf66gqu3UkD3lAZO_1IX2ocBLVSBu_BTOMAz0ygC1DviFuyNwIihECgI9EXCAI5NeMQryQvCt2iv4aCj0i5FA5xX2MUmqveOoEJr28jS9vJJWTJHml4-FQXo5S4EwT9/s400/2009+02+22+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307838901735682002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhp8ITd-GE_c3ubJM9EFuuHBV1hwlkRHvLM6UdfS8Woo_DZdtS7Ak5hCkwSWXhiwCuX7NJGrP7RF9oMIw6uaJzRjX9OLrqqg9rltYaKLyrWwrQX_UnuAZEVvc74aPttsJPhrfda72r5Cz/s1600-h/2009+02+22+074.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhp8ITd-GE_c3ubJM9EFuuHBV1hwlkRHvLM6UdfS8Woo_DZdtS7Ak5hCkwSWXhiwCuX7NJGrP7RF9oMIw6uaJzRjX9OLrqqg9rltYaKLyrWwrQX_UnuAZEVvc74aPttsJPhrfda72r5Cz/s400/2009+02+22+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307837573161986434" border="0" /></a>THAT'S MY GIRL!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2S4lftvzUvurDK-djUEvhUpVEL_mAfiOtoJD4ivt5MC_05BGysWt4HXqDkN7bh_UekpT28rs90CSBdVIq3D6tKI_hzgtmNrzF8VQ_90Br-qfxFuZgldsFJqLIsbQG_ic-GB2vWYoGSRn/s1600-h/2009+02+22+075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2S4lftvzUvurDK-djUEvhUpVEL_mAfiOtoJD4ivt5MC_05BGysWt4HXqDkN7bh_UekpT28rs90CSBdVIq3D6tKI_hzgtmNrzF8VQ_90Br-qfxFuZgldsFJqLIsbQG_ic-GB2vWYoGSRn/s400/2009+02+22+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307837576003019858" border="0" /></a>In honor of this day,<br />the kids did the "Love Bug" dance. :) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkzLhUP7C_B8gbpq-sfwoz1wKD6VzQ9bl1mgWy05L9KOe32wfB_Q_ErmTn_vZSuv2-Jc2GrFb1JCGbk7FixCiKVqRnYU6I7OvIq8ls_hauR0PC_2wMHHqUa8me78LopwizZmcozx2Uobr/s1600-h/2009+02+22+087.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkzLhUP7C_B8gbpq-sfwoz1wKD6VzQ9bl1mgWy05L9KOe32wfB_Q_ErmTn_vZSuv2-Jc2GrFb1JCGbk7FixCiKVqRnYU6I7OvIq8ls_hauR0PC_2wMHHqUa8me78LopwizZmcozx2Uobr/s400/2009+02+22+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307837575180986754" border="0" /></a>Although Valentines has come and gone,<br />one thing seems to remain forever the same:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQR_hvQkFKLjz7bs_sjT-qZd1dDDu1RYWRjsnCghtwVjFwsSRAa239fWS7rnJzsjMkhYgxBfvD6K7_F-32MbKVwJQUvTIQF9dKmihEw-C8wZ7CYAeSQDnYAUXOFiqdQMBlAW1ZPkDxoD41/s1600-h/2009+02+22+090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQR_hvQkFKLjz7bs_sjT-qZd1dDDu1RYWRjsnCghtwVjFwsSRAa239fWS7rnJzsjMkhYgxBfvD6K7_F-32MbKVwJQUvTIQF9dKmihEw-C8wZ7CYAeSQDnYAUXOFiqdQMBlAW1ZPkDxoD41/s400/2009+02+22+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307837579602083954" border="0" /></a>I need SUGAR!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0g0CzellJRsTYva7ufxbQA3jHEagLGd8dLSuxZul0ECpyv1zPVLpfRb5Awz0e_a9dNeyImYNGKZ5WxRDaxxwDMX0TU74dZJywYecCRxlXqv6x5uNnxZtdEesbwVlJC8uusXr11R0yeKT/s1600-h/2009+02+22+091.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0g0CzellJRsTYva7ufxbQA3jHEagLGd8dLSuxZul0ECpyv1zPVLpfRb5Awz0e_a9dNeyImYNGKZ5WxRDaxxwDMX0TU74dZJywYecCRxlXqv6x5uNnxZtdEesbwVlJC8uusXr11R0yeKT/s400/2009+02+22+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307837579415149138" border="0" /></a>And, I need attention! :)<br /></div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-90530029661263349422009-02-22T14:23:00.008-05:002009-02-27T08:51:27.082-05:00Want to play with me?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhumRfJEl9r8EPI8cp7EPMCvL7ey4OvVvsXtxVqcXOsUT4McQh2l4zesB3454Dt7UOZwb_dNSpr9ehjoBDU-kiXykxHOJA3cQhNQEQHcbx1gVseubyKQqaxB8hDqTT3N29l3SMKNExsnjT9/s1600-h/2009+02+22+024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhumRfJEl9r8EPI8cp7EPMCvL7ey4OvVvsXtxVqcXOsUT4McQh2l4zesB3454Dt7UOZwb_dNSpr9ehjoBDU-kiXykxHOJA3cQhNQEQHcbx1gVseubyKQqaxB8hDqTT3N29l3SMKNExsnjT9/s400/2009+02+22+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305707816257957170" border="0" /></a>After weeks and weeks of visitors, the kids were pretty sad to go back to school. They couldn't understand as I continued to sing, "it's the most wonderful time of the year...." : ) It was definitely fun to have Jim's sister and her family (the Davidsons) come visit with us for a bit. We love company because it motivates us to do all the touristy, fun things that easily slip by otherwise. Like, seeing the manatees!!! The following picks are from Blue Springs State Park where we were totally spoiled by the amount of Manatees in the water to include a few babies (sooo cute). Of course, the only reason we were able to see so many is because it was FREEEEEEZING cold outside. Luckily, the Davidsons, being from Idaho, didn't mind a bit. In fact, I think they were even a bit warm at times. : ) Now it's just back to me and the never ending question, "Want to play with me?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAMp4f56WXK0aNaQ8IVZR22tvfGUjfwhjxKTSq7XIAaR0IwgAp-Lxqv23iMfT97O4af8lM4z3jiGeRuLDIa-LOPXLXXbflh53dvT9ZNLyT42B_4JBQKdGJj2nd2hh89VAiMOhAxe7PKdJY/s1600-h/2009+02+22+030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAMp4f56WXK0aNaQ8IVZR22tvfGUjfwhjxKTSq7XIAaR0IwgAp-Lxqv23iMfT97O4af8lM4z3jiGeRuLDIa-LOPXLXXbflh53dvT9ZNLyT42B_4JBQKdGJj2nd2hh89VAiMOhAxe7PKdJY/s400/2009+02+22+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305707827282356850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19L_JGDGCUcSJ4yan-zm7V8zDw3xayeNGDU2mmgb45TnesAox4TxCRcoPhFyoy0OW_zFYHWxWf0UFqMW9oSiC-g6E1XsjpIzwFzs6b1To76qFU2vvXwPzz4oK8xSnf8y1zyFBmtbE7hv-/s1600-h/2009+02+22+031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19L_JGDGCUcSJ4yan-zm7V8zDw3xayeNGDU2mmgb45TnesAox4TxCRcoPhFyoy0OW_zFYHWxWf0UFqMW9oSiC-g6E1XsjpIzwFzs6b1To76qFU2vvXwPzz4oK8xSnf8y1zyFBmtbE7hv-/s400/2009+02+22+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305707820991400658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDI7kKTgHFaaCyUSN6i8Pu17FYyjObkYFbBbn-16Bgr_fgmDwtS-PLVULkJOsGr6QHVGDfz6tmZx2TSAnC1WoVuXixLtq3Iaw_arkwd9vD66gf-GeYBMLO3-AnEYbhwVO06_0a7XQQG2Fo/s1600-h/2009+02+22+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDI7kKTgHFaaCyUSN6i8Pu17FYyjObkYFbBbn-16Bgr_fgmDwtS-PLVULkJOsGr6QHVGDfz6tmZx2TSAnC1WoVuXixLtq3Iaw_arkwd9vD66gf-GeYBMLO3-AnEYbhwVO06_0a7XQQG2Fo/s400/2009+02+22+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305705760508706882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihuDtodhnkdtLBtwNYqMGHq6ZCXMIVe9icf43IWcQoyH7aAj35tQ68r9Jbqjze_aGDhEqHaI63_YhotAK-sW8Lx5IVPrr9tfNoH5saeDMFsR6JokE-wKRl_r4fy6uMQTyw4SBtDqb2kXrb/s1600-h/2009+02+22+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihuDtodhnkdtLBtwNYqMGHq6ZCXMIVe9icf43IWcQoyH7aAj35tQ68r9Jbqjze_aGDhEqHaI63_YhotAK-sW8Lx5IVPrr9tfNoH5saeDMFsR6JokE-wKRl_r4fy6uMQTyw4SBtDqb2kXrb/s400/2009+02+22+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305707806866884418" border="0" /></a>Davidsons: Juleah, Orion, Daniel and Elisabeth.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_iM64IwM68hH7aqnAGBxoM7NNXhemD4IH_vjnjLjjfuC-pUE0f6J6Es-26EkmrMx4GlY7lhOOKY_bzNKIILPbGXNnARceQV5koh1FOEGXHi6TWX1WIe3oW1RDBLyn29nPU3RqlXT-L332/s1600-h/2009+02+22+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_iM64IwM68hH7aqnAGBxoM7NNXhemD4IH_vjnjLjjfuC-pUE0f6J6Es-26EkmrMx4GlY7lhOOKY_bzNKIILPbGXNnARceQV5koh1FOEGXHi6TWX1WIe3oW1RDBLyn29nPU3RqlXT-L332/s400/2009+02+22+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305707796696989170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghaLZIZBYj6lA7MyWkiUPLD_gls3iDyRvCSmZY558gYB1GHHFMcrqTltc6LERpPidxI9iaSAeAfv8Ng6WfTagtKZj_1rLOarjlKOW65kU4FXXYcqdJL8TMKExIYJC-XUvJ_3tU0q6zJsi7/s1600-h/2009+02+22+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghaLZIZBYj6lA7MyWkiUPLD_gls3iDyRvCSmZY558gYB1GHHFMcrqTltc6LERpPidxI9iaSAeAfv8Ng6WfTagtKZj_1rLOarjlKOW65kU4FXXYcqdJL8TMKExIYJC-XUvJ_3tU0q6zJsi7/s400/2009+02+22+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305705770051817714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We went to Crane's Roost one night to see the fountain show and brought popcorn to feed the ducks. Our little Moody-Lou decided to feed herself and was so upset that everyone had more than she did that she could hardly even look at the camera for the picture, much less smile. :)<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg86qiLYThvuDs6cd2zxrELoAvM1tszIx_DbbH4KJJ2e2iQiOJUEoJzKsGlrPIOXEBXyoamoSkzfq4KFm5t2_fbr5hBTkngaNRS02cH0gAiT_2bU5ow6vpsNbaE3hKRfitNLC9OnDVkiRRT/s1600-h/2009+02+22+047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg86qiLYThvuDs6cd2zxrELoAvM1tszIx_DbbH4KJJ2e2iQiOJUEoJzKsGlrPIOXEBXyoamoSkzfq4KFm5t2_fbr5hBTkngaNRS02cH0gAiT_2bU5ow6vpsNbaE3hKRfitNLC9OnDVkiRRT/s400/2009+02+22+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305705779073928882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7FEwOSAv900AJ1zrdelqDkLVO44MLuPvKNM-cUWYkINe5NUNJ2IXjPCHMhN55xIaDkscpixHPKQ9h0urZDdn46gS4ReR_8YdamIJJP152w-7WjYhbjdGTzFKxgdLPVjiFHxWPi81irrs/s1600-h/2009+02+22+048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7FEwOSAv900AJ1zrdelqDkLVO44MLuPvKNM-cUWYkINe5NUNJ2IXjPCHMhN55xIaDkscpixHPKQ9h0urZDdn46gS4ReR_8YdamIJJP152w-7WjYhbjdGTzFKxgdLPVjiFHxWPi81irrs/s400/2009+02+22+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305705782591590626" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">One Saturday (it warmed up right after the Davidsons left, of course), I decided to host the Caldwell Mini Olympics. They had to complete two items from each of the five categories: Arts, Smarts, Feats, Jobs and Laps as fast as they could. After completing each category they colored in one to the olympic rings on their paper and eventually earned the gold medal prize of an ice-cream cone. :) As you can see, everyone was a winner!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqHu19Nwc14HgqzE6Wd335w5fvGZAh2aTUwP-Ll_XX8lQEp3svwAjbsJH5X3F6WjnDy5z6AVjw4RPFKFq5sBxdDWE_1V4npWGG1dUP9QioxzDEDxu2OISqCuHJtP3bMUliHCQjjUyWUXhY/s1600-h/2009+02+22+049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqHu19Nwc14HgqzE6Wd335w5fvGZAh2aTUwP-Ll_XX8lQEp3svwAjbsJH5X3F6WjnDy5z6AVjw4RPFKFq5sBxdDWE_1V4npWGG1dUP9QioxzDEDxu2OISqCuHJtP3bMUliHCQjjUyWUXhY/s400/2009+02+22+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305705773392295410" border="0" /></a>My Gold Medal Kids - I love 'em all!<br /></div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-28761558020598766492009-01-27T18:38:00.016-05:002009-01-27T22:31:48.874-05:00Happy New Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-eirjWXO7eXpzxbExRVI-5p5HT_Kdsy2LfTPCaUZ-jgJS1bljFWUAuRirLy47RV6uZg1Ubekly0xjBqWRT6UeGVuXxft61UzkSNeuQNMRgEeW4lpKD_mSLJyVEpJbPT22wBAoPzcwBIS/s1600-h/IMG_4932.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-eirjWXO7eXpzxbExRVI-5p5HT_Kdsy2LfTPCaUZ-jgJS1bljFWUAuRirLy47RV6uZg1Ubekly0xjBqWRT6UeGVuXxft61UzkSNeuQNMRgEeW4lpKD_mSLJyVEpJbPT22wBAoPzcwBIS/s400/IMG_4932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296146521371134850" border="0" /></a>Grammy and Poppy got us all tickets to Disney World for Christmas and we rang in the New Year at the Magic Kingdom. If that is not a good omen, I don't know what is!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Watch out world, here we come!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoe9aWiVMlucFshQuHj_xFFaC_4_klem-DuNuFXOnbnOt11fy9Rg0plhHWNoiBXyQtb_oHNmAaQsfICZuGw6y-PkpXXWiXyJDEuDPHuKMD5fFr6BVwqrrW-1kaVMFgSEPgYw7nQykEXjl/s1600-h/IMG_4846.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoe9aWiVMlucFshQuHj_xFFaC_4_klem-DuNuFXOnbnOt11fy9Rg0plhHWNoiBXyQtb_oHNmAaQsfICZuGw6y-PkpXXWiXyJDEuDPHuKMD5fFr6BVwqrrW-1kaVMFgSEPgYw7nQykEXjl/s400/IMG_4846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296144050675210962" border="0" /></a>We arrived in typical Baker style: matching, outlandish, crazy, fun, wild and the list keeps going and going and going.... :) Just like all the comments about our Energizer Bunny Ears (thank you Heather). It's what my dad lives for: our family stands out, stands together and stands strong!<br /><div style="text-align: center;">It was truly a magical day!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWW8ZreYPJxwBGqguPSXsoC6ESww6mhJiyDUFcY3xOfGTBgCmAQvgQMsQ-13cfK1V4xaPWhK3BVcvUUhmH-ZJIHgTkOzSM_bVJBMGWiXx7WSsfcgqjOrWE9Gxicj7aN8-JM3Muhk8rz0I/s1600-h/IMG_4853.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWW8ZreYPJxwBGqguPSXsoC6ESww6mhJiyDUFcY3xOfGTBgCmAQvgQMsQ-13cfK1V4xaPWhK3BVcvUUhmH-ZJIHgTkOzSM_bVJBMGWiXx7WSsfcgqjOrWE9Gxicj7aN8-JM3Muhk8rz0I/s400/IMG_4853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296144058394082162" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Full of rides<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikyoGnvWzi3inv7jWIQnkxAcdssSIq83pPUt8l3raou6abJeJJ7vdbWrm3-7gGx2kGEqjicNhAJwITxHoMy2nZqMhQK4RWvqP-C5WOSV5kUeLDAZq4Q1sSkC7eiSstN3igrYG1zv-xRXyF/s1600-h/IMG_4863.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdJKzTkLU1x324VQtA2nUmCJGDhkglZu6uHaMrDmn0zXX9TqH4OOegRF-GG6UAmpUSvKh1REBXeQnSk5faiRYQDN6C3uA8JQcAzWWHLZS1E6hrf_6bXupDPgromId3n0lSvGjWPqjwREO/s400/IMG_4919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296138400009283330" border="0" /></a>The best part, was that after a relaxing new year's day, we got to do it all again! This time we headed to Animal Kingdom and then park "hopped" to Epcot Center! :)<br /><div style="text-align: center;">At the Animal Kingdom we saw the tree of life,<br />Bugs Life, Animal Safari, Lion King (my fav),<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijchjFq77ukmtJPZsNgiDXGevudbumf8sKoWCVbJFy4gfylVfbVXUOMkhbcI5IIxGEVfjpsPoG6-6fxRr0ibVe_r7uaXYX_glIOhGin6GzvaAKyDX87in9wNC7_Z2J2BC2FHpvMKY1YSZy/s1600-h/IMG_4986.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijchjFq77ukmtJPZsNgiDXGevudbumf8sKoWCVbJFy4gfylVfbVXUOMkhbcI5IIxGEVfjpsPoG6-6fxRr0ibVe_r7uaXYX_glIOhGin6GzvaAKyDX87in9wNC7_Z2J2BC2FHpvMKY1YSZy/s400/IMG_4986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296124703296753458" border="0" /></a>Mickey,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHnTPC51Hm2gjeeTT6AtlDq76wI1tw8VAhNb48g2QkSnZhq_STVhZP1ykKA8p_MrZgHPCYdfBMo7RjVtRRxvtvyc44Kg5zwqyzzPiaTfIj3QSV1q2vvwz_TjqBpC11lsQir04Dun9TzYB/s1600-h/IMG_4992.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHnTPC51Hm2gjeeTT6AtlDq76wI1tw8VAhNb48g2QkSnZhq_STVhZP1ykKA8p_MrZgHPCYdfBMo7RjVtRRxvtvyc44Kg5zwqyzzPiaTfIj3QSV1q2vvwz_TjqBpC11lsQir04Dun9TzYB/s400/IMG_4992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296124704781359986" border="0" /></a>and Minnie.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBoERoVzwbQ7XV4HJHKoCH8ZbI6vufRPe4Pu0MmPErIxlIQ3OXW-ZEileGS2DBgSED69eA-USXYHRCSdF3_LYpNIJTARfidw8aAEVGN7sjPVIuqLKe3-ASqefqvSc-j6AYfH88qU8Rd0ka/s1600-h/IMG_0606.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBoERoVzwbQ7XV4HJHKoCH8ZbI6vufRPe4Pu0MmPErIxlIQ3OXW-ZEileGS2DBgSED69eA-USXYHRCSdF3_LYpNIJTARfidw8aAEVGN7sjPVIuqLKe3-ASqefqvSc-j6AYfH88qU8Rd0ka/s400/IMG_0606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296133684303650946" border="0" /></a><br />Well, I should say the Brimhalls saw Mickey while we waited patiently. :)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgQ6isQHxKI18EcDFEHJl_h6sautPYaxiE5sc2X2RzheyadnnOMTgA0UnvoHK8MZrdglKkOpOIaO80_pl7AKEtU9xmVsZ5_wzxGIrrgqTjpDybmowLBGYI67tfPjxqE92TD5LGlRuHIv6/s1600-h/IMG_0608.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgQ6isQHxKI18EcDFEHJl_h6sautPYaxiE5sc2X2RzheyadnnOMTgA0UnvoHK8MZrdglKkOpOIaO80_pl7AKEtU9xmVsZ5_wzxGIrrgqTjpDybmowLBGYI67tfPjxqE92TD5LGlRuHIv6/s400/IMG_0608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296133687652598402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVIGrjjNIZICK6ZLXj5rpwEog4xmsN6fXmVlb1H95Ri0Jt1i25GEx4RaIQSEyiSIFu58RI1Cen9ppNnj2nHDfMYoRLUrlyKW18_wa7bKDGVoou4KzqImiDr8kFH3CVajQrjfJjrM1L7_9s/s1600-h/IMG_0610.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVIGrjjNIZICK6ZLXj5rpwEog4xmsN6fXmVlb1H95Ri0Jt1i25GEx4RaIQSEyiSIFu58RI1Cen9ppNnj2nHDfMYoRLUrlyKW18_wa7bKDGVoou4KzqImiDr8kFH3CVajQrjfJjrM1L7_9s/s400/IMG_0610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296133694239200306" border="0" /></a>Animal Kingdom was the best. It was less crowded, more relaxed and there was something for everyone to enjoy or experience. Some liked the raging rapids.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPJlRi-gWLZO_DtzVPNFgbtsBClBtnXWetmZZxOCgaV5SPhyphenhyphenxdsGHX74HqwoAYRLQdf4ZglsNJKY3XkxwB34aD9dScr79eR36oMeaZQEopHpVNCc97EsXoLGazNfsvWo95XHunQoDWsHc/s1600-h/IMG_4999.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPJlRi-gWLZO_DtzVPNFgbtsBClBtnXWetmZZxOCgaV5SPhyphenhyphenxdsGHX74HqwoAYRLQdf4ZglsNJKY3XkxwB34aD9dScr79eR36oMeaZQEopHpVNCc97EsXoLGazNfsvWo95XHunQoDWsHc/s400/IMG_4999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296124708886466898" border="0" /></a>Here are the wet water riders, still smiling while soaking:<br />Jim, Elise, Haleigh, Matthew, Nathan, Andy, Heather and Katie.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghevsXxJnMWtWrGLqOl27itMWWoQuM4zVMDdWwhx6wEXkmWQ-Ncv20RHI3K_v_eypRfXPo-kRYpPRSIpaO2-oCgOGfxA8_THN7Lxrz-KrNfcQTW9CHuMnc01NB0t80gzWtKqTQi68dKZ99/s1600-h/IMG_5002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghevsXxJnMWtWrGLqOl27itMWWoQuM4zVMDdWwhx6wEXkmWQ-Ncv20RHI3K_v_eypRfXPo-kRYpPRSIpaO2-oCgOGfxA8_THN7Lxrz-KrNfcQTW9CHuMnc01NB0t80gzWtKqTQi68dKZ99/s400/IMG_5002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296124709620768418" border="0" /></a>Some of us braved the new Mt. Everest roller coaster. Everyone is smiling in the BEFORE shot. After, the kids' eyes were wide as saucers. "Wow, that was scary," Elise commented, "I did NOT like that!" Nathan was still jumping with adrenaline for the next four hours: "That was SO COOL! I wasn't scared at all! Let's do it again!!!" After a 90 minute wait to get in? No way. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_Bl4LqzeVK-yZ0qaLp1X7RoB4Y10tv-avrsDS3cPw1Ce6k1hM5MMeMDnopgpzoeuOcUb96mEmd0pA5HG9U2wXlqAmSnUAnr3IpWzoYqylkm1-36kZJOFvWnzPFW8-kkTeip82VsWGhLz/s1600-h/IMG_5007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_Bl4LqzeVK-yZ0qaLp1X7RoB4Y10tv-avrsDS3cPw1Ce6k1hM5MMeMDnopgpzoeuOcUb96mEmd0pA5HG9U2wXlqAmSnUAnr3IpWzoYqylkm1-36kZJOFvWnzPFW8-kkTeip82VsWGhLz/s400/IMG_5007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296124716262075346" border="0" /></a>Grammy, Poppy and Matthew watched the little kids in Dino World. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftb8KDt9emuPdBNGr6OCkjJF3eIyZK-2clZZwYOkRLV4zkY6WoMRRbFaD8yGhbGLPKwRa2y3fJLO4TmrdKNFbsiwrN-AqAsgCgacoimHuEPFBmg6yTwwyIhJmvj6o_tT6VTfUL4qssXDp/s1600-h/IMG_0622.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftb8KDt9emuPdBNGr6OCkjJF3eIyZK-2clZZwYOkRLV4zkY6WoMRRbFaD8yGhbGLPKwRa2y3fJLO4TmrdKNFbsiwrN-AqAsgCgacoimHuEPFBmg6yTwwyIhJmvj6o_tT6VTfUL4qssXDp/s400/IMG_0622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296133707265152930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And then it was off to Epcot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKD6emjImwv-EI78SiKRIJu2pA_GqbaqkBf6Em3HE7uWsRbRsiuUF2-ihyuC1y5yOzXnw_p5MFKviG9RzeF2rv_LpcYqn3h_PhiZvo9kkMCpXuwLhSG0YHxxAE0hGsNMJThRZnZIXAdol/s1600-h/IMG_2837.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKD6emjImwv-EI78SiKRIJu2pA_GqbaqkBf6Em3HE7uWsRbRsiuUF2-ihyuC1y5yOzXnw_p5MFKviG9RzeF2rv_LpcYqn3h_PhiZvo9kkMCpXuwLhSG0YHxxAE0hGsNMJThRZnZIXAdol/s400/IMG_2837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296123049883727042" border="0" /></a>The batteries are starting to wear down just a little.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43Eh1a_NyctlDcxRUQxmtgK9cMwCy3hZDG9NI98JcK2-Vt11JyNIbTV8JACvYCZfgDgMGn6zFXza2mnvTi6Nt0yjrLQ_z9XgF_5W9CEbwzltFCHGa7Wbx4gWhiW81YEd-ANlzPpD06hCD/s1600-h/IMG_5024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43Eh1a_NyctlDcxRUQxmtgK9cMwCy3hZDG9NI98JcK2-Vt11JyNIbTV8JACvYCZfgDgMGn6zFXza2mnvTi6Nt0yjrLQ_z9XgF_5W9CEbwzltFCHGa7Wbx4gWhiW81YEd-ANlzPpD06hCD/s400/IMG_5024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296132150199453618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCw-vSZY2h2kqMV67shWTctPYRMWBgTxxcygA-Qa-c53tBvMCAl0Y5geZVPwjUKk1X7Rg7Sa1LRgWv1tSUCR3wrUdFeRZOgWqgRv2F_d5_GySeYDmsXxJjVXMzxgl9bxzvzdSndfaNzVXe/s1600-h/IMG_2849.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCw-vSZY2h2kqMV67shWTctPYRMWBgTxxcygA-Qa-c53tBvMCAl0Y5geZVPwjUKk1X7Rg7Sa1LRgWv1tSUCR3wrUdFeRZOgWqgRv2F_d5_GySeYDmsXxJjVXMzxgl9bxzvzdSndfaNzVXe/s400/IMG_2849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296123044504879138" border="0" /></a>But, not Aimee's. She kept going and going and going<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyTntrJsvDMuAaO41rHMGULSTewIhKzp-WkTOuMHoVZPjbM1Z-cXDbzoPaKmtrVzpAZ3tKYbhUfd-sskznLH1cpIShtRaxjcNUhc6t5-xA4fZTcgEO5UbZe_qM4UtaLdVP-b7szxADzAd/s1600-h/IMG_2838.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyTntrJsvDMuAaO41rHMGULSTewIhKzp-WkTOuMHoVZPjbM1Z-cXDbzoPaKmtrVzpAZ3tKYbhUfd-sskznLH1cpIShtRaxjcNUhc6t5-xA4fZTcgEO5UbZe_qM4UtaLdVP-b7szxADzAd/s400/IMG_2838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296123045843679490" border="0" /></a>Even when she was supposed to be napping!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpY-wPyqZWk5Vh9OBCg72jqPd6OwhAUFYM3wzC2zcCuLh9DD4rGxYo_sweNy2wbcJQOZi-2N7_SAzuq5qAQh6-Ax9Myugswv7qwAGdTtQI07mIU87Zxl3RfFLihpzqo-LWWGXkKvtRERw/s1600-h/IMG_2851.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpY-wPyqZWk5Vh9OBCg72jqPd6OwhAUFYM3wzC2zcCuLh9DD4rGxYo_sweNy2wbcJQOZi-2N7_SAzuq5qAQh6-Ax9Myugswv7qwAGdTtQI07mIU87Zxl3RfFLihpzqo-LWWGXkKvtRERw/s400/IMG_2851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296123025175641090" border="0" /></a>"peek-a-boo"<br /><br />Turtle talk was a must see at Nemo.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEsT2tHelOlpwUpZ4NfvX_wjTdRm5xR5tPWOkhr5cC-puZKhddQRtr28lSxk8Y4pCLxunyJMJHwfliQGn7efRckvNilB_qoou23sNa_wCAAwptvlTN79oSmdI6Wz6RWAA4W6HKMahqiz1/s1600-h/IMG_2855.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEsT2tHelOlpwUpZ4NfvX_wjTdRm5xR5tPWOkhr5cC-puZKhddQRtr28lSxk8Y4pCLxunyJMJHwfliQGn7efRckvNilB_qoou23sNa_wCAAwptvlTN79oSmdI6Wz6RWAA4W6HKMahqiz1/s400/IMG_2855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296177312406308770" border="0" /></a>Then we were off to see the world!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8duclNAg4Cpl7_LrUwbgTzSAoayAcKdaCJYC7mRApAgmeK5DgfCqXbGwMWcN7ZwJtx0ZGCc6UTPE_z_ai0S6lb7yzSHzmNBHuAV-cXHID3qR74DLP5Arqtq-cE2iQKKmYqoHlffETqCgC/s1600-h/IMG_5056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizbsEZq9xgLXx4S36RQNhyphenhyphenzpv8ZS6AfYLOL-EoTzM5WWQa06ifzDliTOvXzmamEiS7zH1aDEno9Hzk9CjkRx-P4JxoshNKn5_3ugC6v3nVQnuf255ScvO8rizVP36kWXLKbwg-Qv0APTey/s400/IMG_5058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296179166591047154" border="0" /></a>And so begins the New Year, with memories to last us a lifetime.<br /><br /></div></div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-5698062295260824392009-01-27T16:36:00.000-05:002009-01-27T16:51:31.086-05:00SnowNow (Heather) we all know that I am no Maya Angelo, but in honor of those snow bound friends, I am including a poem I wrote years ago...<br /><br /> "Snow"<br />A pure white covering <br />of the black earth beneath<br />A veneer of brilliance <br />to man's fallen belief<br />God buries in innocence <br />this decadent world.<br /><br />Doest thou see <br />the beauty my love?<br />Don't stare too long,<br />lest the heat of thy gaze<br />penetrate the frozen tranquility,<br />and find a mere glaze<br />that blinds the eye <br />and numbs the heart<br />to the truth <br />that beneath the illustrious,<br />the industrious fall apart.<br /><br />Tis not that i'm cynical,<br />but color blind.<br />For instead of white,<br />tis black I find.<br />And in the heat of passion<br />where thou doest see red,<br />I feel the desire<br />and covet the fire,<br />but through flames of ice<br />see blue instead.<br /><br />Enduring,<br />to the stars I look,<br />the snow is falling still.<br />And are we, By He <br />that created all <br />forsook?<br />Nay, but following his will<br />tis I that lie<br />under a pure white covering.Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-4368488968742408932009-01-27T16:21:00.000-05:002009-01-27T16:55:59.211-05:00Slice of Life<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">For one amazing month our house was full of visitors and somehow remained orderly and though our schedule was packed with many a late night, I somehow managed to keep going and going.<span style=""> </span>Now, while the house is quiet and demands are low –the rooms are a wreck and I’m exhausted.<span style=""> </span>I can only conclude that I do best when surrounded by family.<span style=""> </span>Everyone, come back!<span style=""> </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">:)</span></span><span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">You can tell the girls are coming off the holiday high of photo shoots.<span style=""> </span>Lindsey “surprised”<span style=""> </span>me by getting Aimee dressed (it’s hard not to notice Aimee crying while Lindsey insists, “hold still” as she twists Aimee’s arms backwards to fit in the hole and then jams her feet into socks –a very difficult task for a three year old). <span style=""> </span>When they were done (all sweaty with disheveled hair and tear streaks), Lindsey had them both stand in front of me and says, “Okay mom, take a picture!”<span style=""> </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">:)</span></span><span style=""> </span>Lindsey loves to surprise people and you can almost get any chore done by prompting her “what a surprise it would be if…”<span style=""> </span>She also loves the computer!<span style=""> </span>Now that the office and computer are more readily available, we are going back and forth about who gets to play on it.<span style=""> </span>I’ve tried to sway her with a movie, but it’s all about “dot com” for her.<span style=""> </span>These are wonder kids.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">It’s hard to get back to routines after a full month of exceptions.<span style=""> </span>Bedtime is especially difficult.<span style=""> </span>The girls are still giggly or chatty til late and Nathan doesn’t want to sleep alone.<span style=""> </span>As soon as his head hits the pillow it bounces right back up like it hit a trampoline and he either bounds back out for one more hug: “I hugged you, but now I need <b style=""><i style="">you</i></b> to hug <b style=""><i style="">me</i></b>….”<span style=""> </span>Or he slowly shuffles in thinking of a good reason to be up. <span style=""> </span>He was especially creative at Christmas when he could hear all the adults playing games.<span style=""> </span>While he was addressing us and explaining how his arms itched, his eyes did not leave the opened package of OREO cookies -like that’s exactly the itch remedy he was looking for! :)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /><span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">Aimee has become a chatter box since the visit of Aunt Juleah/Uncle Orion and their “munkin” son Daniel. He’s Aimee’s age, but talks about 6 months ahead of her. I think she’s trying to keep up and has extended her common courtesies to “No Thanks” and “Yesseee” (yes, please). She’s doing a great job communicating and it’s hard to believe my baby’s growing up<span style=""> </span>…and I’m still not pregnant. This is the longest I’ve gone without being pregnant and it feels GREAT! <span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">:)</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">
<br /></span></span><span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">Elise made us so proud of her as she worked hard on her first research project.<span style=""> </span>She picked the subject (Jackie Robinson), read the books, took notes and then organized them to write her report. At about this same time, I started reading an inspiring book, <i style="">Everyday Parents Raising Great Kids, </i>which happened to discuss the importance of parents contributing to the process without controlling the outcome.<span style=""> :)</span><span style=""> </span>How timely was that?<span style=""> </span>I set out the tools which Elise would need to succeed:<span style=""> </span>the tape, glue, scissors, paper and pictures she’d chosen from the internet, then let her create the poster for her project all by herself (it is so tempting help out).<span style=""> </span>The ownership was important as was the competence she gained when she finished.<span style=""> </span>She fairly jumped up and down after writing her report and doing her poster: “I did it, I did it and I feel sooo good!”<span style=""> </span>Now, if only she could tackle her homework with such enthusiasm!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /><span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">Jim is so close to finishing his dissertation!<span style=""> </span>I didn’t realize it was due at the beginning of April and had been mentally geared for him to be pushing it til May.<span style=""> </span>I just gained a whole month of extra Jim time (yeah for me) which will be much needed as he will be leaving us for a month in May/June to teach his first class at South East Missouri.<span style=""> </span>When he comes back, we will have to pack/ fix up the house but I intend to do as much as I can so that we can take a week to get all the Helms and beach loving we can get!<span style=""> </span>And, they deserve some loving. Krista and Dale (Helms) watched our kids on Saturday so we could go out to dinner. <span style=""> </span>We got the fireside spot at Macaroni Grill and it was a great evening.
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<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">I love the Helms and I love that our kids love them.<span style=""> </span>They have been our saving grace, lawn service <span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">:)</span></span> and best friends since we’ve been here.<span style=""> </span>Krista is a second mom to them all and Lindsey and Aimee don’t know it any other way. Krista and I are so much alike in what we like (our kids, donuts, dark chocolate, time away, webkinz, good books, interesting plants –even if I happen to kill mine, scrapbooking –even if I have to enjoy it vicariously through Krista, sunny days with sidewalk chalk, Norah Jones, curry chicken haystacks, lazy moments and mindless projects).<span style=""> </span>We are alike in what we dislike (cranky days and funky moods, being “watched” over, sick kids, whining, allergies, wrinkly clothes –even if Krista is the only one that really irons, and losing control).<span style=""> </span>Anyway, I can’t say how grateful I am for her and her constant support –caring for the kids, caring for me and making the improbable possible.<span style=""> </span>Loves to you Krista.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /><span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sigh, sigh. …. “Back to life, back to reality –back to the here and now and then”</span></p> Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-64562900543590066052009-01-25T21:38:00.000-05:002009-01-26T13:40:06.657-05:00Merry Christmas 2008<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqU0isnH4ZV8aXUkToLv-hBcgPSlRK5E74oYpw5vhUBR21jrIN-EkmOhGas9_3Qy-YCf3QFLc-ymi4S9W65CSqK9jP36W9vrxvjf0HeQVhkqbMBjzsUIIKfCsk9xHo_nxEMaRcDGAVgX3/s1600-h/IMG_4705b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqU0isnH4ZV8aXUkToLv-hBcgPSlRK5E74oYpw5vhUBR21jrIN-EkmOhGas9_3Qy-YCf3QFLc-ymi4S9W65CSqK9jP36W9vrxvjf0HeQVhkqbMBjzsUIIKfCsk9xHo_nxEMaRcDGAVgX3/s400/IMG_4705b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295435740017549154" border="0" /></a>Christmas is all about family. The toys, games, presents and festivities wouldn't be half as much fun without family to share them. I love my family and was more than grateful that they all came to Florida to celebrate with us. It's a time we look forward to all year -when the kids can play all day and then we play all night. There's nothing better than fresh baked cookies and a game of liverpool rummy! Except maybe that one song from Germany, please Heather and Shelby -could you just sing it one last time? :)<br /><br />My family spoiled us so much this year!!!!! I just can't wait to spoil them back! Everyone, really. We have had so many good friends, kind people and generous family bless us beyond belief. WOW, thank you everyone. We feel like we're living the pay it forward movie and as we move forward into the next phase of our life, we plan to give back ten fold.<br />Now, there are two things that any family needs, really, to have the best possible Christmas ever and that's:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmJUqoaW05RsJo7yq77JBR5LacBcgY0y4edgqz35OG1UCI7atNX37FqD01PcVmqT9MVM_YSY5UBg4fGj8afzg2h8NDBdjajQjDrTCwd9PTWO4e0hNZqJlGHjh0_U7s6-KVhnhA2jQOKrQ/s1600-h/IMG_4610.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmJUqoaW05RsJo7yq77JBR5LacBcgY0y4edgqz35OG1UCI7atNX37FqD01PcVmqT9MVM_YSY5UBg4fGj8afzg2h8NDBdjajQjDrTCwd9PTWO4e0hNZqJlGHjh0_U7s6-KVhnhA2jQOKrQ/s400/IMG_4610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295654471418478002" border="0" /></a>your very own Thing One and Thing Two! :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Friends make all the difference too!<br />And, we certainly have the very best!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQi6buvOCpfiaW8s8j_vmcYN-dU-TLS53VdMJG6V4nQKEVzT3sIWWJ-DHZhmHJdG5Cjs_Rc3lFYe3goe1idgw1VJqAxw_7knQADyl1xp0kW5AGm72Cg29dKTarIZjYhecGy6czGNIw7vW1/s1600-h/IMG_2634.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQi6buvOCpfiaW8s8j_vmcYN-dU-TLS53VdMJG6V4nQKEVzT3sIWWJ-DHZhmHJdG5Cjs_Rc3lFYe3goe1idgw1VJqAxw_7knQADyl1xp0kW5AGm72Cg29dKTarIZjYhecGy6czGNIw7vW1/s400/IMG_2634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295433579976248754" border="0" /></a>(Allison, Anne-Marie, Nathan, Elise, Lindsey)<br /></div><br />The traditional Christmas festivities all start Christmas Eve really, where we pack in a million activities carefully monitored by mom's hundredth list posted to the fridge. :) But, first things first this year: the traditional jammies that are impossible to find for 15 people of various sizes, starting at 6 months. It's like the yearly treasure hunt, challenge and sometimes frustration. But, we thank the kids who either squished in two sizes too small or swam in two sizes two big! Oh, and Heather's artistic, decisive and creative ability that always pulls us through. :)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jx-E9-LQuanqOiSozZbfxhZ9jrR09H9QyIp9hrF-4ckuKIjOuJLGjzWBTnkikecfpi-yDCOc_r5EgPMifreYf66VJp_peB0Y6YEH_z7NwyLD8WzIhzxQCgQlgsBf3NCm7u7OX2eVxJYt/s1600-h/IMG_4691.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jx-E9-LQuanqOiSozZbfxhZ9jrR09H9QyIp9hrF-4ckuKIjOuJLGjzWBTnkikecfpi-yDCOc_r5EgPMifreYf66VJp_peB0Y6YEH_z7NwyLD8WzIhzxQCgQlgsBf3NCm7u7OX2eVxJYt/s400/IMG_4691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295436145753805458" border="0" /></a>The Caldwell Family: Shelby, Aimee and Jim; Elise, Nathan and Lindsey<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcCDSgWgfxkPCm1eUHYRZPTNJJ7s4MYjKY8NIsnudhD_DZKl9IU-PuzWPkCXTkfIIGMrFCz9v1VI96-SOKWd3Vo-Lr8QHLhjGxl4pC6TOXWrXOML_GC2eiKuBOZMjWSPbIajxgcAdN5uIZ/s1600-h/IMG_4702.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcCDSgWgfxkPCm1eUHYRZPTNJJ7s4MYjKY8NIsnudhD_DZKl9IU-PuzWPkCXTkfIIGMrFCz9v1VI96-SOKWd3Vo-Lr8QHLhjGxl4pC6TOXWrXOML_GC2eiKuBOZMjWSPbIajxgcAdN5uIZ/s400/IMG_4702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295435728312256802" border="0" /></a>The Brimhall Family: Andy, Heather, Katie, Baker and Griffith<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkdQXNgVyaWV7huTxAqgGI7a8jDAMUqOL106FR84q26DJOQYoUN0lv2PIJ4uE0fi6CRQHwL4HviOx32SVf0Vusvb1A2Uv3XS3V-ay4n3PU4MhlI_9pcdx77KsXCkVX4H_xV8oGrzfPbDY/s1600-h/IMG_0420.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkdQXNgVyaWV7huTxAqgGI7a8jDAMUqOL106FR84q26DJOQYoUN0lv2PIJ4uE0fi6CRQHwL4HviOx32SVf0Vusvb1A2Uv3XS3V-ay4n3PU4MhlI_9pcdx77KsXCkVX4H_xV8oGrzfPbDY/s400/IMG_0420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295433585391593426" border="0" /></a>The Baker Family: Grammy, Matthew, Haleigh and Poppy (We miss you Tracy)<br /><br />It's always a fun challenge trying to get all the kids to smile for the camera....<br />Take One: Nathan, that's TOO much fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGa796v_RUwerJhpENtLAqPma0r3f0Qf9pAoa0o2Bi6nKugPLVG9EoiP4XCUcCEY0dchyphenhypheniNjfgvTJ1nhZxI7UOTG9z0-vQFw52vIAtjGhNq8mQpeQrIpewOdcaFdAxyUh94N-0MhEOQYaF/s1600-h/IMG_2670.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGa796v_RUwerJhpENtLAqPma0r3f0Qf9pAoa0o2Bi6nKugPLVG9EoiP4XCUcCEY0dchyphenhypheniNjfgvTJ1nhZxI7UOTG9z0-vQFw52vIAtjGhNq8mQpeQrIpewOdcaFdAxyUh94N-0MhEOQYaF/s400/IMG_2670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295431717698570962" border="0" /></a>Take Two: come on, Aimee-Lou!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHGh1CgY3oP1KgU7onGEw03IRJYaZIPFWzgqSggSpeRQyrHSD4C9ZWss5DsO5LzCaZLdirevClmDoGzia-o8en_0W4nvn-MnuylrHueZio7vZAzp-ffJin4Xr7DSaK2rwFmGSnibC9N6l/s1600-h/IMG_2671.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHGh1CgY3oP1KgU7onGEw03IRJYaZIPFWzgqSggSpeRQyrHSD4C9ZWss5DsO5LzCaZLdirevClmDoGzia-o8en_0W4nvn-MnuylrHueZio7vZAzp-ffJin4Xr7DSaK2rwFmGSnibC9N6l/s400/IMG_2671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295431727320841106" border="0" /></a>Take Three: REALLY???!!!!! ..Forget it! :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFRTIIkDBGHR7aPIAoadIr1IUo5x0abxwuMrcKG0zMIIOdCimVsvY9tEIq3VYwGoBTSAWqeQbwtpMkJqKXn5U9GqseZ7hGKOhyJM3rd4f-TIjFsTQkIyzNDJ0CDoXWnlAi39fq6eHMlp3/s1600-h/IMG_2672.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFRTIIkDBGHR7aPIAoadIr1IUo5x0abxwuMrcKG0zMIIOdCimVsvY9tEIq3VYwGoBTSAWqeQbwtpMkJqKXn5U9GqseZ7hGKOhyJM3rd4f-TIjFsTQkIyzNDJ0CDoXWnlAi39fq6eHMlp3/s400/IMG_2672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295431734943079970" border="0" /></a>Way to pull through Elise! Love that smile. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We had our annual ornament exchange game and let the little ones join in with the adults this year. They did awesome stealing gifts and opening new ones until everyone was happy, especially our Lindsey Lou:<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Why, Hello Little Lindsey.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJeNGnu62JzNS3WfVx5mlr93NeDjyLhDz-vzDYj0S3p31cs2vXMSpkNWC-krM66GMI4FG4Tpi6iv4ydYtnCv-snnHEi7yuO9rhipwlOKMnqotQG8sefZXUz0ZD8YdkXW3qWHh8C29LTPH/s1600-h/IMG_4711.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJeNGnu62JzNS3WfVx5mlr93NeDjyLhDz-vzDYj0S3p31cs2vXMSpkNWC-krM66GMI4FG4Tpi6iv4ydYtnCv-snnHEi7yuO9rhipwlOKMnqotQG8sefZXUz0ZD8YdkXW3qWHh8C29LTPH/s400/IMG_4711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295435738819269138" border="0" /></a>What are you doing?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOfDxY_x06rHkXvq_D4HMKxaibPAViI1eRQSfQBU9mBxfahiU8SqiOnX17Sekg7crAKWmFinIQzmnlmT1MubeGAoChFFwVLGqmuQDPBn0gITt7m0g7y_EzuUwD_MezXHO-kV5piiXnko6j/s1600-h/IMG_2684.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOfDxY_x06rHkXvq_D4HMKxaibPAViI1eRQSfQBU9mBxfahiU8SqiOnX17Sekg7crAKWmFinIQzmnlmT1MubeGAoChFFwVLGqmuQDPBn0gITt7m0g7y_EzuUwD_MezXHO-kV5piiXnko6j/s400/IMG_2684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295656533977461554" border="0" /></a>Oh, I see, you are hanging your little mouse on the tree!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFIJawPxrQINukGVFPQ_ifyln0oP-2vlFHiz7TQZjD3jXMqY1Q7rR9-WR1Syam57_mvXb0H627Dc8PdQxqadJlPi9dp00hD8jIH2SgersOmqhqUSDbWyEFgME68mfoX1T5PfaCWw6T42kO/s1600-h/IMG_2685.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFIJawPxrQINukGVFPQ_ifyln0oP-2vlFHiz7TQZjD3jXMqY1Q7rR9-WR1Syam57_mvXb0H627Dc8PdQxqadJlPi9dp00hD8jIH2SgersOmqhqUSDbWyEFgME68mfoX1T5PfaCWw6T42kO/s400/IMG_2685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429282827189330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Poppy read "Twas the night before Christmas" before they all settled down for a VERY SHORT nap! "Ummm, NO- your'e not done sleeping, go back to bed. Nope, it's still not morning. What? You need more water? More food? Oh, just checking on Santa's cookies, huh?! GO TO BED!"<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9254s4Y7dKhbGijq09zEZeEYThjOCEMCxLSSaojhV2rof9nVtgu-Fizwi9b5h_eYIrMscxOFOVkHMFjFK29evvbPbj4YJLmLXjZj1nQCnpdkOXF8oWtaZvt7aGhJVBwGLsjOzHYc5X50V/s1600-h/IMG_2688.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9254s4Y7dKhbGijq09zEZeEYThjOCEMCxLSSaojhV2rof9nVtgu-Fizwi9b5h_eYIrMscxOFOVkHMFjFK29evvbPbj4YJLmLXjZj1nQCnpdkOXF8oWtaZvt7aGhJVBwGLsjOzHYc5X50V/s400/IMG_2688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429285962268546" border="0" /></a>Elise wanted to have visions of sugar-plums dance in her head right there in front of the tree! Tell me that is not every child's dream?! ...all right, now....off to bed or Santa's NOT coming! :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqiZCMwhLJDZXROFzrtT3q2PDTTfcgTvt-fq7BjUe-33ivtwnMZImS3ycE0bzxrI7QY6wuwfvoDt2OyXiOfp9fRdgVd2LKG2cOr9nVaRmeF4LyTOoGb5DInzHCreoFY_imY_Qp5aQf1bso/s1600-h/IMG_2669.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqiZCMwhLJDZXROFzrtT3q2PDTTfcgTvt-fq7BjUe-33ivtwnMZImS3ycE0bzxrI7QY6wuwfvoDt2OyXiOfp9fRdgVd2LKG2cOr9nVaRmeF4LyTOoGb5DInzHCreoFY_imY_Qp5aQf1bso/s400/IMG_2669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295431712252764242" border="0" /></a>It's sooo hard to sleep when you want to catch Santa! But, come he did and he did not disappoint! Lindsey got her Whimsy, Nathan got his pink and white cat and Elise got her seahorse. Evidently, Santa granted Webkinz wishes all around.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kGV04uNX2xFYkpjhLhQzACnlYCHUaBZh5cDbVt7gfQCHItkTkIWyKqC4_q9AgvzrFYeLR0OAKoYy-TNQ5t0G6LhEAloqFF05O2ByuMRWsYhopR4Paor69Gc4dntmzRHWDILKTZvTJ4a1/s1600-h/IMG_2690.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kGV04uNX2xFYkpjhLhQzACnlYCHUaBZh5cDbVt7gfQCHItkTkIWyKqC4_q9AgvzrFYeLR0OAKoYy-TNQ5t0G6LhEAloqFF05O2ByuMRWsYhopR4Paor69Gc4dntmzRHWDILKTZvTJ4a1/s400/IMG_2690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429300529930418" border="0" /></a> Little Aimee got a baby.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYhSLOlke9OQg5Yy1_u0E4NshzG37K7CUtDI3T-eptAG-FoDVQrEg-6zs1TY1baBaTOUdbr1_MZ2u51nPX-DKy6Rcfar5E_abMSLJLn3dZBCKwsdYmdwMBnr57Uj5nB_qgxsA5ZbqkVtI/s1600-h/IMG_2692.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYhSLOlke9OQg5Yy1_u0E4NshzG37K7CUtDI3T-eptAG-FoDVQrEg-6zs1TY1baBaTOUdbr1_MZ2u51nPX-DKy6Rcfar5E_abMSLJLn3dZBCKwsdYmdwMBnr57Uj5nB_qgxsA5ZbqkVtI/s400/IMG_2692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429295521474258" border="0" /></a></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">And really, all she ever wanted was a frosted little debbie Christmas Tree. :)<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkbM38YtTAg1TktXQxhhavOJpZz7xLfDTVP96SJ6jeiuE5hFHgk7lZN2txu0P-1mb5oBmBADz_It0AFgcgNUi-yFxImbJEZv_Jm-7FIebjjXqegQIqzv54jt2HBBD0JGxXvZrSOgvCo9d/s1600-h/IMG_2699.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkbM38YtTAg1TktXQxhhavOJpZz7xLfDTVP96SJ6jeiuE5hFHgk7lZN2txu0P-1mb5oBmBADz_It0AFgcgNUi-yFxImbJEZv_Jm-7FIebjjXqegQIqzv54jt2HBBD0JGxXvZrSOgvCo9d/s400/IMG_2699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429293742373186" border="0" /></a>Nathan was so thoughtful. He drew pictures for each of us and placed his presents upside down under the tree with our names placed on top of each gift. I love that boy, he melts my heart and makes me smile! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAh3RmqkarTnY6-17sSOAkTAPz9L7I71O1C7E1uwI12XPge-Kk1kuyZzODVBbFUEXzRElsOdVoXenFHbZTxdw-MIWfQOzhgK8sal_-3SYMgEw6hzL3f6wFGzP6pnCsdirwYJWP2oMmBw0w/s1600-h/IMG_2639.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAh3RmqkarTnY6-17sSOAkTAPz9L7I71O1C7E1uwI12XPge-Kk1kuyZzODVBbFUEXzRElsOdVoXenFHbZTxdw-MIWfQOzhgK8sal_-3SYMgEw6hzL3f6wFGzP6pnCsdirwYJWP2oMmBw0w/s400/IMG_2639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295431707165558610" border="0" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">We all got to spend the day and the rest of the year enjoying our favorite gifts:<br /><br />Lindsey loved her big girl bike.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2Q1BApy94pnmfxbuYLbyMGKOqTPRdjFVUqImaeanwyLptErPAqpGqtf6VUpCkufE_rGX5NJs9wJbr9UoEnKwZHkFN30TC_pf6t5fV6bOpmR36Rl1uFmLsIoWytXISPBbtfo5Xxs4pED2/s1600-h/IMG_0442.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2Q1BApy94pnmfxbuYLbyMGKOqTPRdjFVUqImaeanwyLptErPAqpGqtf6VUpCkufE_rGX5NJs9wJbr9UoEnKwZHkFN30TC_pf6t5fV6bOpmR36Rl1uFmLsIoWytXISPBbtfo5Xxs4pED2/s400/IMG_0442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295427960329730578" border="0" /></a>Nathan loved his spy kit.<br />(thank you Grandma and Grandpa Caldwell)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNvOyCNvxzUykJiYIF-QWTBGQWRKAympqr8RuP5vCDs3TlE3z71JvrFa7NEOfwxZ28H2wEsQ8UTjql9Ww-BKeVqubWKzkB7YzTw0Bhk-y2tWdpa-RQhAbPD9tovEqMmGz2uXDbIqgGGwhf/s1600-h/IMG_0445.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNvOyCNvxzUykJiYIF-QWTBGQWRKAympqr8RuP5vCDs3TlE3z71JvrFa7NEOfwxZ28H2wEsQ8UTjql9Ww-BKeVqubWKzkB7YzTw0Bhk-y2tWdpa-RQhAbPD9tovEqMmGz2uXDbIqgGGwhf/s400/IMG_0445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295427964884722034" border="0" /></a>Haleigh loved her Edward<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgydBYCAuSyaobqDUuwRTBiVRyu2C3kIyITTcoDCevEODG8filEnLVcrVdSEpPMR1-1BmlZ38CEV03MLUR_j1QIqoa9vokwpsmQ2fFISRwLfnekzSlnXNeUA8Vf42JMbjHK2h4R52oZAtSL/s1600-h/IMG_0446.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgydBYCAuSyaobqDUuwRTBiVRyu2C3kIyITTcoDCevEODG8filEnLVcrVdSEpPMR1-1BmlZ38CEV03MLUR_j1QIqoa9vokwpsmQ2fFISRwLfnekzSlnXNeUA8Vf42JMbjHK2h4R52oZAtSL/s400/IMG_0446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295427970578747698" border="0" /></a>Grammy and Poppy loved each other!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9j2ALyxYJR6uu0nOW-nH03hGMJYydIDXZTMUwZG-oULFQPovWmLSvKd9YobXKwCC1roZnSF4y9XxthfXgCnZTpe4izE69Mbj7-Qvvd8FunxaU46QOVFp0EulnwWLqdIaQPyQ9cjTgb66Q/s1600-h/IMG_0449.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9j2ALyxYJR6uu0nOW-nH03hGMJYydIDXZTMUwZG-oULFQPovWmLSvKd9YobXKwCC1roZnSF4y9XxthfXgCnZTpe4izE69Mbj7-Qvvd8FunxaU46QOVFp0EulnwWLqdIaQPyQ9cjTgb66Q/s400/IMG_0449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295427980418154194" border="0" /></a>What a wonderful day!<br />Merry Christmas everyone!!!!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cwq8Uc-h6UIiW0cdWl3oR-CuqroEr3fpPaCZst13srUZRoJ1apaZ9Q5dQoDL-UGaAmbfEnxefGk_huLZ5CVP0Ms1M8aag_LkuR8CbGI1FR7eGSUzSloHf6bW7otOiX2bEmLvc4XYWLHf/s1600-h/IMG_2638.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cwq8Uc-h6UIiW0cdWl3oR-CuqroEr3fpPaCZst13srUZRoJ1apaZ9Q5dQoDL-UGaAmbfEnxefGk_huLZ5CVP0Ms1M8aag_LkuR8CbGI1FR7eGSUzSloHf6bW7otOiX2bEmLvc4XYWLHf/s400/IMG_2638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295433572754289202" border="0" /></a>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-60853145388196043062009-01-23T21:32:00.000-05:002009-01-26T13:38:25.876-05:00Happy Holidays 2008<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6_8QzKIlyh_YQ-bgT2wkpUfBJkemEgL_8sJM0RWNPvuP4L3eN9MX2M5tw0OORDzTm7pDwb5FyT2YL1r5GbRwxJ9biTicMp53tCP0Ceck0htr3AcEkxmihs6yTnQpsNrmjGSOPJrd24rs/s1600-h/IMG_4645.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6_8QzKIlyh_YQ-bgT2wkpUfBJkemEgL_8sJM0RWNPvuP4L3eN9MX2M5tw0OORDzTm7pDwb5FyT2YL1r5GbRwxJ9biTicMp53tCP0Ceck0htr3AcEkxmihs6yTnQpsNrmjGSOPJrd24rs/s400/IMG_4645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295333773771358034" border="0" /></a>Having 15 people in a small house for the holidays will give anyone a new perspective on life, family and bonding. It would be impossible to capture the crazy, FUN chaos that was our Christmas, but here's a sneak peek...<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes it felt a little squishy.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL5Jhsn-StGXes17_ZJ4pyKsZxtJUKIDK3URVhLq8Rw7j4Ghk0HP_InM58ABoPnw_PwtcnOp4DWsnOCm2BVqTwcoL5n1zZqUaPOOE6H48F2KgVJRn0bj656hHr4ize7Np3C1nbKQJdq7oG/s1600-h/IMG_4833.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL5Jhsn-StGXes17_ZJ4pyKsZxtJUKIDK3URVhLq8Rw7j4Ghk0HP_InM58ABoPnw_PwtcnOp4DWsnOCm2BVqTwcoL5n1zZqUaPOOE6H48F2KgVJRn0bj656hHr4ize7Np3C1nbKQJdq7oG/s400/IMG_4833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295327808531480466" border="0" /></a><br />And, sometimes you were left all alone.<br />(griffith brimhall)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Amt1wgmIcJYshUpXFhjJ8o9RCHzS7kQ9fvEmSzs6IFVcXwmzxNeO3E6B39SogfAzUllJG2Jo7oTB9LlnH3fEDN17Y2CN9tJ9AWng5wNwONGWzQcGSpdUaupLzswEiWKfva2D5yIHkR3M/s1600-h/IMG_0534.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Amt1wgmIcJYshUpXFhjJ8o9RCHzS7kQ9fvEmSzs6IFVcXwmzxNeO3E6B39SogfAzUllJG2Jo7oTB9LlnH3fEDN17Y2CN9tJ9AWng5wNwONGWzQcGSpdUaupLzswEiWKfva2D5yIHkR3M/s400/IMG_0534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295350424741520754" border="0" /></a><br />There were pony rides...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmP-nuUQPkmZR2KsaQE-OBcRvJrVrCfF2hsxxm1vlwA_e5ss61EQWLTZEhDaJW-fo1-WEY2G4XaHF-atPrx41MA7figGq41ZV8QY5VK2oWz0-rixsf0IeLasDQIAy2q7BePg-wsiBDqPR/s1600-h/IMG_2655.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmP-nuUQPkmZR2KsaQE-OBcRvJrVrCfF2hsxxm1vlwA_e5ss61EQWLTZEhDaJW-fo1-WEY2G4XaHF-atPrx41MA7figGq41ZV8QY5VK2oWz0-rixsf0IeLasDQIAy2q7BePg-wsiBDqPR/s400/IMG_2655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295346469847502226" border="0" /></a><br />and pesticides.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzscCknpLLCKScSunmxlCzurQjFLF-WWti3_v5APocB9njONmQ1zZ2lVqaiNBPVeSwdXu66rPvsr36r29ylV9DLiKcvsatBnF1ugLy3ra-H-9qh2GLrfqb9B9GWffUhiaaoR9euQucaj7/s1600-h/IMG_0327.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzscCknpLLCKScSunmxlCzurQjFLF-WWti3_v5APocB9njONmQ1zZ2lVqaiNBPVeSwdXu66rPvsr36r29ylV9DLiKcvsatBnF1ugLy3ra-H-9qh2GLrfqb9B9GWffUhiaaoR9euQucaj7/s400/IMG_0327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295346458963563570" border="0" /></a><br />There were reasons to run...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6_SRisuleZ3WQbbQoe1b7zIJJdbQ3MBBxj0B9wtDMotvGvjFoJxO5y7ZAdTeVYHBU4cortnJaliv2G_evosuNlw-XLIfV42uqa1XGdSyZCMFeF5fKcSe9a8pd9LXTqfDX41vL4JfmFk5/s1600-h/IMG_0339.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6_SRisuleZ3WQbbQoe1b7zIJJdbQ3MBBxj0B9wtDMotvGvjFoJxO5y7ZAdTeVYHBU4cortnJaliv2G_evosuNlw-XLIfV42uqa1XGdSyZCMFeF5fKcSe9a8pd9LXTqfDX41vL4JfmFk5/s400/IMG_0339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295351740783492514" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdHE24hvdTWnrmI8COPxEr9VrlHaefbD8EI79XNRvO55L7pKySkhs5p8ySOpI-6AoEvbZnn78bRVYfyuboi4Rc0jAkK1LiM6VXCaqjLFJy0WtWXhWIN_UHQx1eduTLpL9xMOXhHC5y9iE/s1600-h/IMG_0338.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdHE24hvdTWnrmI8COPxEr9VrlHaefbD8EI79XNRvO55L7pKySkhs5p8ySOpI-6AoEvbZnn78bRVYfyuboi4Rc0jAkK1LiM6VXCaqjLFJy0WtWXhWIN_UHQx1eduTLpL9xMOXhHC5y9iE/s400/IMG_0338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295346459685097330" border="0" /></a><br />...and have some fun.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCoAVpTbJQjVyIzXdiI7FobpjcibT92nFmh0hv4cmMzPifmeVRJjlLOkNuDi-CDddWpvorOU-ntBtMf1ov19aLpZQH86z9eFxQulTc9sGxrKZA8bBPMYAy8LpzVbnl4o0aw0iH-iT7Cn72/s1600-h/IMG_4971.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCoAVpTbJQjVyIzXdiI7FobpjcibT92nFmh0hv4cmMzPifmeVRJjlLOkNuDi-CDddWpvorOU-ntBtMf1ov19aLpZQH86z9eFxQulTc9sGxrKZA8bBPMYAy8LpzVbnl4o0aw0iH-iT7Cn72/s400/IMG_4971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295350407974991058" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis5nNsB4PNWvdNCmGVtbuZ4Lg1UDdB0sJfg-0eYnDSHi2s79BnsrrrQNFlUkqItdKfRgf4MSB-3cfG6QVdkSvMrh6D5N80-_Ygq1mqQY6pfS-yQpVB2Us3_GWKofDbF0TwqBfbGdOGKQ33/s1600-h/IMG_0346.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis5nNsB4PNWvdNCmGVtbuZ4Lg1UDdB0sJfg-0eYnDSHi2s79BnsrrrQNFlUkqItdKfRgf4MSB-3cfG6QVdkSvMrh6D5N80-_Ygq1mqQY6pfS-yQpVB2Us3_GWKofDbF0TwqBfbGdOGKQ33/s400/IMG_0346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295350416142270978" border="0" /></a>(cheers!)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />There was a little "Guess Who?"<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukwZxP7TIG6OkM-toHTqesjarEMSGPKH6FhQmxeDxKYFUtb-OXbZFeeTzY7qePvQSl2b_AU1KxonPbdQtSABaIhlEDx0kRhrViwfN13h5Bfa6oUAhhvHR1sfc6oRn7OW4RaQvIKZkVAum/s1600-h/IMG_2663.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukwZxP7TIG6OkM-toHTqesjarEMSGPKH6FhQmxeDxKYFUtb-OXbZFeeTzY7qePvQSl2b_AU1KxonPbdQtSABaIhlEDx0kRhrViwfN13h5Bfa6oUAhhvHR1sfc6oRn7OW4RaQvIKZkVAum/s400/IMG_2663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295350426168125794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM6nVs6JyjzpNB2AsU9RiSh-HHwquz1YTCPFcpfa1dDH8ufc_LlNvAuHhBo-VafVVLA9z0ETvmbZSxXCFwoZ7udQ8SItZZAP707UnA6uOcLw1BZr1a1jaSIi5d4gG2GDCtW8DHTN7vjPdL/s1600-h/IMG_4625.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM6nVs6JyjzpNB2AsU9RiSh-HHwquz1YTCPFcpfa1dDH8ufc_LlNvAuHhBo-VafVVLA9z0ETvmbZSxXCFwoZ7udQ8SItZZAP707UnA6uOcLw1BZr1a1jaSIi5d4gG2GDCtW8DHTN7vjPdL/s400/IMG_4625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295358665204334866" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(haleigh)<br /><br />And some talent shows too!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBK6Hql1Fk5efMI-3VjNBclzgNL6EYQy1pYXOxeBCjs6j_a8ddJvIQMdC9pdw4tALAotrbKn-JrrYmOAkxyMyFg2cTmWjwAbuTT6s9Is1c7WPHEGIkpUbmqavROuzZ-iK0hFx_lY_4MuzZ/s1600-h/IMG_0506.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBK6Hql1Fk5efMI-3VjNBclzgNL6EYQy1pYXOxeBCjs6j_a8ddJvIQMdC9pdw4tALAotrbKn-JrrYmOAkxyMyFg2cTmWjwAbuTT6s9Is1c7WPHEGIkpUbmqavROuzZ-iK0hFx_lY_4MuzZ/s400/IMG_0506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295346451672257650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Somehow, through it all, we always had a ball! :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DqCEmW1xTaq98I5KOz8pDD2mVABKFqY_H1od-dRzyVPRX6vHtfFbbTOUyWqFNmSJOj_NCM5EC3FP1RTuqWhcTRcFLjIEBc2vhEdlCpfPtzjcnltInDCSuxCNXwWL7maI-9oUcAQqBOfj/s1600-h/IMG_4667.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DqCEmW1xTaq98I5KOz8pDD2mVABKFqY_H1od-dRzyVPRX6vHtfFbbTOUyWqFNmSJOj_NCM5EC3FP1RTuqWhcTRcFLjIEBc2vhEdlCpfPtzjcnltInDCSuxCNXwWL7maI-9oUcAQqBOfj/s400/IMG_4667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295330527634644978" border="0" /></a><br />Our simple keys to a squishy success:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiE4KVUX87puc7_dqw4qwlAmmQlP_c8VrGOuVAV4AGC9kNOrXp4BIgO6_m-xVqaSVlMiqlJRJBYraqKc7NGctjRMYSZZhCk5ZC82sEig6z2B2UVD7PcZVdKBWsA4eiDEc2M65_A4zLCYU-/s1600-h/IMG_0392.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiE4KVUX87puc7_dqw4qwlAmmQlP_c8VrGOuVAV4AGC9kNOrXp4BIgO6_m-xVqaSVlMiqlJRJBYraqKc7NGctjRMYSZZhCk5ZC82sEig6z2B2UVD7PcZVdKBWsA4eiDEc2M65_A4zLCYU-/s400/IMG_0392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295334878441945122" border="0" /></a>SMILE, SMILE, SMILE!!!<br />(especially if the camera is pointed at you!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeQ_UjA1u-Oja8RbAx6FQSkk9fGMQh4LfOaQCJRjjn2UPtMzNZzC_4Zho8a8tw2HqOyzcOCvumPyXkAmo3IhOJ7KorAF1qKj_C9JAnoToJzq78jbTBHTqK6qwDwuL88z56-IsU1tkAFWIw/s1600-h/IMG_4657.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeQ_UjA1u-Oja8RbAx6FQSkk9fGMQh4LfOaQCJRjjn2UPtMzNZzC_4Zho8a8tw2HqOyzcOCvumPyXkAmo3IhOJ7KorAF1qKj_C9JAnoToJzq78jbTBHTqK6qwDwuL88z56-IsU1tkAFWIw/s400/IMG_4657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295327798907003378" border="0" /></a>Hold absolutely still and don't make aaaaannnny noise! :) (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxXWP5r6N_HmXs72isM_JuIPprPdSuwaAVcg1Zd8Y4nO0J6_cfkDeUTFVqumFslu9TRmgrxBX5V4CD-huuzsa2aypbfvAXCoRexGzcoEfSRf0_Wkk65yzyR_OUe-vfJu7U-x_Qe8YZzCEv/s1600-h/IMG_0385.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxXWP5r6N_HmXs72isM_JuIPprPdSuwaAVcg1Zd8Y4nO0J6_cfkDeUTFVqumFslu9TRmgrxBX5V4CD-huuzsa2aypbfvAXCoRexGzcoEfSRf0_Wkk65yzyR_OUe-vfJu7U-x_Qe8YZzCEv/s400/IMG_0385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295334396944092834" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Celebrate the little things!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6KIiFgxvDL7JHZqrMJtCMuFdcJPUYNt6aj67tP2rJsktdasBg1-P81fD-OB91bmkdyse88c5nS6klJx8IO0Kfknu2tUdU5snpwwa9qjVCioDU25Bpiy8YBjfLPYd9NfarphIQqeUXkFH/s1600-h/IMG_0540.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6KIiFgxvDL7JHZqrMJtCMuFdcJPUYNt6aj67tP2rJsktdasBg1-P81fD-OB91bmkdyse88c5nS6klJx8IO0Kfknu2tUdU5snpwwa9qjVCioDU25Bpiy8YBjfLPYd9NfarphIQqeUXkFH/s400/IMG_0540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295346445283540290" border="0" /></a>And hold on tight til the world seems right!<br /><br />If all else fails, go to the beach!<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tvxKpfNdOK767MT62aDi2czAV0AeX8lsGyKIBBkRtTCUxI7i1SfyPBFz8K_RlgRhn5KWMBxDmMevELuJZzrvTvw4O_ACODMXJ0Pl8zKsDYUaXv2xts4YtCTTTZt3oLHcPNd4Ny8P2-_q/s1600-h/IMG_4784.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tvxKpfNdOK767MT62aDi2czAV0AeX8lsGyKIBBkRtTCUxI7i1SfyPBFz8K_RlgRhn5KWMBxDmMevELuJZzrvTvw4O_ACODMXJ0Pl8zKsDYUaXv2xts4YtCTTTZt3oLHcPNd4Ny8P2-_q/s400/IMG_4784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295327787663214386" border="0" /></a>You have to love the unified front these two create, they are so perfectly "suited" for each other, pun totally intended -thank you very much! (that's for you dad) :)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9AW1zxZEkq2aub0HbM4RpVLe4qkz4TnozYq7GRF6Zr78K2yaXfM3X3iWKJf3jfzNDQCW8e0aU8oHYH94iEtwF2HDrqpy1-ZC6BHeG1yQNO6V7saU_kfhjIgXPeSNvfVJrLRs7gpUsK7h-/s1600-h/IMG_4787.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9AW1zxZEkq2aub0HbM4RpVLe4qkz4TnozYq7GRF6Zr78K2yaXfM3X3iWKJf3jfzNDQCW8e0aU8oHYH94iEtwF2HDrqpy1-ZC6BHeG1yQNO6V7saU_kfhjIgXPeSNvfVJrLRs7gpUsK7h-/s400/IMG_4787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295324462115822626" border="0" /></a>Grammy loves.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBxpjGSrNi9KXBxxPdjq-_9S5PFXave4QIdvmrAg9gtsXY6NrxnGvkve1o9N9ekZLsiMN1pRPWwNrdZKNg-7tZIFU636PTpLup5BG2yy-ZjVEyei2gKJRtdxd4284xTjs2FSQZHbRyRBu2/s1600-h/IMG_2708.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBxpjGSrNi9KXBxxPdjq-_9S5PFXave4QIdvmrAg9gtsXY6NrxnGvkve1o9N9ekZLsiMN1pRPWwNrdZKNg-7tZIFU636PTpLup5BG2yy-ZjVEyei2gKJRtdxd4284xTjs2FSQZHbRyRBu2/s400/IMG_2708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294691059421636562" border="0" /></a>Poppy loves.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7TD5jneN8HVqVgtvxnVQGpVRyt0yceubgMTY125uVVha53umNO30ss6b_oT6Q9HyAScFc_ZJn2MzLkTyyeFApVzaTBy1YDZyPxUtLzkHCqhyphenhyphenoSecs826HyFeUgnqSZIg7KTHexxFDv8jE/s1600-h/IMG_4753.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7TD5jneN8HVqVgtvxnVQGpVRyt0yceubgMTY125uVVha53umNO30ss6b_oT6Q9HyAScFc_ZJn2MzLkTyyeFApVzaTBy1YDZyPxUtLzkHCqhyphenhyphenoSecs826HyFeUgnqSZIg7KTHexxFDv8jE/s400/IMG_4753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295324457071344738" border="0" /></a>Flying kites is a magical thing and each person handles success differently... Baker is ecstatic to have his kite flying, while Nathan is whistling away... all in a good days work! :)<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mt3jcMSJlOJrr51obrCVxUgddMwfleFmnUc-B4egeJkA1xVtiizs5a_nfoXwjEusQVW1mz238Gu7adn3aUlRqFec0fL2NTMqcidVqQnBjdETCnpmgOt0rbumU1KjqkVcmIu6rgN3OddU/s1600-h/IMG_0463.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mt3jcMSJlOJrr51obrCVxUgddMwfleFmnUc-B4egeJkA1xVtiizs5a_nfoXwjEusQVW1mz238Gu7adn3aUlRqFec0fL2NTMqcidVqQnBjdETCnpmgOt0rbumU1KjqkVcmIu6rgN3OddU/s400/IMG_0463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295324457956102562" border="0" /></a>I love my little surfer dude. :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Nathan was born to it, like he was to every sport he tries. He plays the part 100%, even down to attaching the boogie board to his ankle! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrb8XT7_dNna-QM6URWTORskDUh8DF2_v3-maFP8qWOPREddAFB5VcWYwiot4zW48BgSKV2_h9RmUmboHYrxWatwvok1SrKmt5G5yc8Nx53AkJG4-P5zRPYNfbnU9gOaSI3IbZSBItm9Uy/s1600-h/IMG_0458.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrb8XT7_dNna-QM6URWTORskDUh8DF2_v3-maFP8qWOPREddAFB5VcWYwiot4zW48BgSKV2_h9RmUmboHYrxWatwvok1SrKmt5G5yc8Nx53AkJG4-P5zRPYNfbnU9gOaSI3IbZSBItm9Uy/s400/IMG_0458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295324446779171698" border="0" /></a>Catch a wave when you're sitting on top of the world!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii0dqfu0wzYGjPx81BITYtmhlmdykrzAMVftoRcvTFJrcI1LCbqwnAPFLj9Eem5FNeLRes5bcVFsuE6bFIKp4iJGiFqxqmTgE4BOkxcckCmXu_Cooj5eV2wnD8ae40w28fCAmVgJ6l40sU/s1600-h/IMG_2715.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii0dqfu0wzYGjPx81BITYtmhlmdykrzAMVftoRcvTFJrcI1LCbqwnAPFLj9Eem5FNeLRes5bcVFsuE6bFIKp4iJGiFqxqmTgE4BOkxcckCmXu_Cooj5eV2wnD8ae40w28fCAmVgJ6l40sU/s400/IMG_2715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294687797474570578" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Having Heather for a sister keeps life interesting to say the least and I can only hope everyone has someone like her in their life! So, Heather sees all the kids playing in the mud. (well, wet sand that looks like mud)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6vBfchjd_7_5sOHK1juLNPN7Nk-THoexPJV2z14MtjsFopO93V5wa0p80bma02BtK5EWaQN1LRoOT7wqMbRjeJzqX74xJlEyHxnszjLURX-rkdiZWgeYi_MwkSdjA_t8yE7KPmkYzF-V/s1600-h/IMG_4815.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6vBfchjd_7_5sOHK1juLNPN7Nk-THoexPJV2z14MtjsFopO93V5wa0p80bma02BtK5EWaQN1LRoOT7wqMbRjeJzqX74xJlEyHxnszjLURX-rkdiZWgeYi_MwkSdjA_t8yE7KPmkYzF-V/s400/IMG_4815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294691073693111010" border="0" /></a><br />And she says to Nathan, "Hey, why don't you get two big handfuls of mud and smother them on yourself!!!" <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxKxzZflRk_7JQ5ubk2Wj2EryHWuqmNRicyib4eLw3LC_iJh2LAnd35oD4U8154fRE9mlk4Zd_G8bw6gCXlR0gT8k6yjmT95EMJQDjrHD59xGqssilFTqSuP9e-YChaLzhx7T24-sJ_PW/s1600-h/IMG_4805.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxKxzZflRk_7JQ5ubk2Wj2EryHWuqmNRicyib4eLw3LC_iJh2LAnd35oD4U8154fRE9mlk4Zd_G8bw6gCXlR0gT8k6yjmT95EMJQDjrHD59xGqssilFTqSuP9e-YChaLzhx7T24-sJ_PW/s400/IMG_4805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294691075577118402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyGMnFFzqV8rhoA-T_xm-wjFRRyrXRlKVgvtZs3w0US6Q0JMlNKv5WrvUoKexmKhwy588K9bJ5ROc3c5R3QMCSgRA6C-Q69qBu1kG08pgNVP8FJEpXI-R3F3_i-dTieyCobNB14tRvGHu/s1600-h/IMG_4806.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyGMnFFzqV8rhoA-T_xm-wjFRRyrXRlKVgvtZs3w0US6Q0JMlNKv5WrvUoKexmKhwy588K9bJ5ROc3c5R3QMCSgRA6C-Q69qBu1kG08pgNVP8FJEpXI-R3F3_i-dTieyCobNB14tRvGHu/s400/IMG_4806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295360149299545922" border="0" /></a>Heather chuckles because she knows I'm right there watching him get all sandy and dirty like little boys love to do. Hmmm, not enough reaction? Her mind starts turning and an evil cackle escapes, "I know, why don't you all get two big handfuls of mud and throw them at your mom?! ...ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee" She can't hold back the laughs as all the kids take off like hungry gulls after a crust of bread!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3G7-Cke9w4mIFTjBsth64Tfz8H93S9jog2-nz8E5l2NvILChHQPkISvyWUOEFKCHYDmaHfc0NGugyfjugyUzpO9ORgQKXFeCaa35YUVltwef2asgolOTJG640TK81cK8L7H6Zu7q8r3Gx/s1600-h/IMG_4808.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3G7-Cke9w4mIFTjBsth64Tfz8H93S9jog2-nz8E5l2NvILChHQPkISvyWUOEFKCHYDmaHfc0NGugyfjugyUzpO9ORgQKXFeCaa35YUVltwef2asgolOTJG640TK81cK8L7H6Zu7q8r3Gx/s400/IMG_4808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294691072507427410" border="0" /></a>Run, run as fast as you can....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMXURnO6HFiVDIFN4PYSBU1Ggkug_1ENaWNHUC8-XsUblU6P4FhPjXkTDPkWCBx8j-02wVnAmqCv5PVtixwsKz5Rb33i60r2PdK9ZzWZAzU-DscFJG86yWKKufu12UvlJgP3F599SUKNXp/s1600-h/IMG_2727.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMXURnO6HFiVDIFN4PYSBU1Ggkug_1ENaWNHUC8-XsUblU6P4FhPjXkTDPkWCBx8j-02wVnAmqCv5PVtixwsKz5Rb33i60r2PdK9ZzWZAzU-DscFJG86yWKKufu12UvlJgP3F599SUKNXp/s400/IMG_2727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294687782522344882" border="0" /></a><br />THE END!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWijd-p3nqhyudrv3i9ihR6axMGyG8jRYVaPTtTpD8wfvaVnVwmizHkf9lforiMdJwO4wb6OoybpQ9818gZuvOK84NW5A94NP-XhPOlIfl1afDnThRGFapPD0usWSpeAebDWMTXuIz4H8/s1600-h/IMG_2742.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWijd-p3nqhyudrv3i9ihR6axMGyG8jRYVaPTtTpD8wfvaVnVwmizHkf9lforiMdJwO4wb6OoybpQ9818gZuvOK84NW5A94NP-XhPOlIfl1afDnThRGFapPD0usWSpeAebDWMTXuIz4H8/s400/IMG_2742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294687777259179666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLWd-aB2fB3jORntspWAUAK-7UPFiITST0tYNKA8ltsDdk2coXjFtUQ3Yp5IaR7bXKayC6glGN3TOknXHl0R_52M89tLyaYsiKNGbXuEQf0BRBjEECstMaHbOnlNv62y71fy6O9-ytzwgh/s1600-h/IMG_4786.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLWd-aB2fB3jORntspWAUAK-7UPFiITST0tYNKA8ltsDdk2coXjFtUQ3Yp5IaR7bXKayC6glGN3TOknXHl0R_52M89tLyaYsiKNGbXuEQf0BRBjEECstMaHbOnlNv62y71fy6O9-ytzwgh/s400/IMG_4786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295327788194124722" border="0" /></a>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-88878083998730069922009-01-09T13:12:00.000-05:002009-01-10T14:55:19.574-05:00Happy Thanksgiving 2008<span style="font-size:100%;">Something about traditions gives me that deja vu feeling as I post about another thanksgiving, another day of football, another day of parades, another day of baking and another day of being thankful. This is our second thanksgiving at home and it was the best yet. It was so relaxed as the girls and I watched the parade while Jim and Nathan played ball, then we all feasted and enjoyed our favorite part of the day: PIE!!! :) </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5rBMrHI6HhRHoK33-XiL-glJF90GVT3R8fFq4dE4Ye01tsDujnD7LR5qvs2RiD0DWSJAx1Rg0yFLDFtXmsXYP38t13z8hjJNyiAPaZz5OTH90SDTSGqpSdqojHQSHxVaUt1VCCY-ySA2z/s1600-h/2008+11+30+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5rBMrHI6HhRHoK33-XiL-glJF90GVT3R8fFq4dE4Ye01tsDujnD7LR5qvs2RiD0DWSJAx1Rg0yFLDFtXmsXYP38t13z8hjJNyiAPaZz5OTH90SDTSGqpSdqojHQSHxVaUt1VCCY-ySA2z/s400/2008+11+30+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289376972145346770" border="0" /></a>Everyone wanted to help make the traditional apple pie this year. The secret to a great pie is all the little hands that put it together.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_LxXrJ8fVmvZRSf4GVhrf8G9M_YpN_hhAeZqyOsRYMpvHCXTt9VjNLuX-90bhWmMOEDhnRLFlpdjQRAWgyfnR-_tYNVy9osDUc2C0yrKcFI0A8XIuQS3pDkM9pAzMX4gGo2Qz3fR0RF5V/s1600-h/2008+11+30+052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_LxXrJ8fVmvZRSf4GVhrf8G9M_YpN_hhAeZqyOsRYMpvHCXTt9VjNLuX-90bhWmMOEDhnRLFlpdjQRAWgyfnR-_tYNVy9osDUc2C0yrKcFI0A8XIuQS3pDkM9pAzMX4gGo2Qz3fR0RF5V/s400/2008+11+30+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289374064776099778" border="0" /></a>Lindsey and Elise mixed the dough.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGxcQFAhazhXIFCuvFY_zFIe093beGfYQRsitGPBBTJHOlHSOFGNamGbR1PxEOlQ_F2upc9eIsmQLk6Tz0dQARquerpu0EczZXWUXwFw5IB1yXVq26Zs4FTjpIIw8_SrlSFfelsq5EFp9/s1600-h/2008+11+30+053.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGxcQFAhazhXIFCuvFY_zFIe093beGfYQRsitGPBBTJHOlHSOFGNamGbR1PxEOlQ_F2upc9eIsmQLk6Tz0dQARquerpu0EczZXWUXwFw5IB1yXVq26Zs4FTjpIIw8_SrlSFfelsq5EFp9/s400/2008+11+30+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289376981485139234" border="0" /></a>Nathan peeled the apples.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkzywJELkG6jL3385ij_D8HgwGBth_wUq21Bo5NWBiOYbFoLOWF3zEQFK9qPQnMigPPRm0ZL2dl4XR9tVgsFlpXwW9p76p8gm3DL1k62uWb9rqIR8ZNk6ObXGRg_kdMjHT55DrfzMiKQWM/s1600-h/2008+11+30+066.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkzywJELkG6jL3385ij_D8HgwGBth_wUq21Bo5NWBiOYbFoLOWF3zEQFK9qPQnMigPPRm0ZL2dl4XR9tVgsFlpXwW9p76p8gm3DL1k62uWb9rqIR8ZNk6ObXGRg_kdMjHT55DrfzMiKQWM/s400/2008+11+30+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289374039574156978" border="0" /></a>Lindsey pushed, stabbed and rolled the dough out.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYvQFqlINZp-9uf8VREJ5CqsNbp7bAFIxdiiOacsLk1x9S-ngpmjeg8US83O1eflEkmPqPCl-PNqhyphenhyphenX22xs8ZrQF8c6ygQT17UIzryFsUVlBr8Ni5j0iAFZNpaAHfqyZ_X4sf1VOrw64NW/s1600-h/2008+11+30+064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYvQFqlINZp-9uf8VREJ5CqsNbp7bAFIxdiiOacsLk1x9S-ngpmjeg8US83O1eflEkmPqPCl-PNqhyphenhyphenX22xs8ZrQF8c6ygQT17UIzryFsUVlBr8Ni5j0iAFZNpaAHfqyZ_X4sf1VOrw64NW/s400/2008+11+30+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289359601252643618" border="0" /></a>Elise seasoned the apples (that mom cut behind the scenes), then filled the pie crust and pinched it to perfection.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPgD3lt-g0rgtbaziXaNG6BefJM0QDZ12dL6PZzvlr5Kwnf3xxEb0qz6iFL8GPiw2xuLFjnn0ajTGOU9ZqNmvLh43g71MMzT40Rf_dWStdF-Fef2vNAsRR80CFacrtrKgUmCUbVfz6_8YB/s1600-h/2008+11+30+073.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPgD3lt-g0rgtbaziXaNG6BefJM0QDZ12dL6PZzvlr5Kwnf3xxEb0qz6iFL8GPiw2xuLFjnn0ajTGOU9ZqNmvLh43g71MMzT40Rf_dWStdF-Fef2vNAsRR80CFacrtrKgUmCUbVfz6_8YB/s400/2008+11+30+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289359611920516802" border="0" /></a>And, voila -a beautiful apple pie which Daddy helped to eat up! :) We are thankful for the chance to eat, bake and play together.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This year we were also grateful to decorate for Christmas after the apple pie so that Jim and I could leave the next day to visit Cape Girardeau, Missouri and Heather and Andy in St. Louis.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsfPQYdM0RP7Is18yvqsVlN-yzk6679GQo_wbMd-Kl3W9kAXoxz6Ol_dgVZlsqwDsbOjOB6Wr0raoLoPPF8B4M5FqWIPMtAbqaF_3NjfaYj9KDz0m7mfXKpVOGKS_TZz8tcVs7x5PnpRx/s1600-h/2008+11+30+074.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsfPQYdM0RP7Is18yvqsVlN-yzk6679GQo_wbMd-Kl3W9kAXoxz6Ol_dgVZlsqwDsbOjOB6Wr0raoLoPPF8B4M5FqWIPMtAbqaF_3NjfaYj9KDz0m7mfXKpVOGKS_TZz8tcVs7x5PnpRx/s400/2008+11+30+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289359614119864482" border="0" /></a>Lindsey is our little star light, star bright!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vPTj7TKGbaSqiJ8k1TDOYYxrJiQuIx0OVDZBWTX2LKKfEOOpG3toyI1GQA0ICRn1X598m3hVCBrcfn4uqNLSYAmxCZuFelksr_LzSqmcB_Ta0p1iPCxIK1MAZjDZHo8O68owzby-ocbf/s1600-h/2008+11+30+077.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vPTj7TKGbaSqiJ8k1TDOYYxrJiQuIx0OVDZBWTX2LKKfEOOpG3toyI1GQA0ICRn1X598m3hVCBrcfn4uqNLSYAmxCZuFelksr_LzSqmcB_Ta0p1iPCxIK1MAZjDZHo8O68owzby-ocbf/s400/2008+11+30+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289359622925378482" border="0" /></a>This is my favorite time of year. After the decorations are up and the floor is vacuumed :) we turn on the Christmas music and drink eggnog while we admire the lights. It's the most wonderful time of the year.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtB8SCcmM7mngVysF03_da8ht_2J_oZIom666xFRGZvk3T1JCVOTvLcDIu3QOQgNrn1v2gNH48ZIdCOYtx0wla6RSHVOR1SKx9fhN3QWJ7SYz3CsiFd4-mX0ZWiZKvAMxPbzzlooTyF4PN/s1600-h/2008+11+30+078.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtB8SCcmM7mngVysF03_da8ht_2J_oZIom666xFRGZvk3T1JCVOTvLcDIu3QOQgNrn1v2gNH48ZIdCOYtx0wla6RSHVOR1SKx9fhN3QWJ7SYz3CsiFd4-mX0ZWiZKvAMxPbzzlooTyF4PN/s400/2008+11+30+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289359628567189202" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's our little Aimee -Lou and some of her many faces that make us smile, laugh and raise an eyebrow!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjkhfowpOlMejbuLnqyRhtiGWQKZkDuRoYmFCPLfpp_4bJ5y7eocTQjFEoJbdO-HVMAcIGSIySE6SXzqxY0HhqsCejHHKc8YDsSgIsuXP9yMUU5iyOnfEm7A4T_SP-G_Ce61RiYT34tMCd/s1600-h/2008+11+30+025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjkhfowpOlMejbuLnqyRhtiGWQKZkDuRoYmFCPLfpp_4bJ5y7eocTQjFEoJbdO-HVMAcIGSIySE6SXzqxY0HhqsCejHHKc8YDsSgIsuXP9yMUU5iyOnfEm7A4T_SP-G_Ce61RiYT34tMCd/s400/2008+11+30+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289380686269551874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuAlECiKv1yHc9TkNLXBIz90I7U46hyphenhyphenGhSA87Hgg8dv59Cfv10VyTtqq1-L2-NcWviryXBWPIWfjsZbfzKcA6slrXqPFCUbiP_-9eo15iToD7QOzAtmi3km1unCyvVc9R-kNSoaq0selQ6/s1600-h/2008+11+30+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuAlECiKv1yHc9TkNLXBIz90I7U46hyphenhyphenGhSA87Hgg8dv59Cfv10VyTtqq1-L2-NcWviryXBWPIWfjsZbfzKcA6slrXqPFCUbiP_-9eo15iToD7QOzAtmi3km1unCyvVc9R-kNSoaq0selQ6/s400/2008+11+30+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289376988249249650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX0fw1SU3tOrmUTxhqoIhnZki5HMVNcNfCTh7-ZKr8UkZLXHbRThwyFwasdpfmKAZWrq-aNLHrwS9EVcNKhqeAjNhBM31SGnUZcYc2QbEk2anvy2GtGO2EIrT3zcLUhz2ogSNHcYePIWKl/s1600-h/2008+11+30+024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX0fw1SU3tOrmUTxhqoIhnZki5HMVNcNfCTh7-ZKr8UkZLXHbRThwyFwasdpfmKAZWrq-aNLHrwS9EVcNKhqeAjNhBM31SGnUZcYc2QbEk2anvy2GtGO2EIrT3zcLUhz2ogSNHcYePIWKl/s400/2008+11+30+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289380689571069026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">To finish the story of our trip to Cape, I must say that I had just returned the weekend before from a trip to Edmond, OK where we were also considering a position. It's been an interesting and stressful ride to say the least as Jim interviewed with four different universities and received offers from all four -KUDOS to Jim!!! That is an amazing compliment and testament to his abilities and character. Still, it also made for a more challenging time deciding which of the four to take and whether to accept one opportunity or wait.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />In this case, I figure that God pretty much helped us along with that because we had all but signed on a job in Edmond, OK -when another offer for a campus visit came that we just could not refuse. So, turning down the bird in hand for the two in the bush, Jim pursued the other job that would still allow us to live in Edmond, OK which looked perfect for us on the internet. While waiting to find out about the other OK job, the Cape position was offered to Jim and as time went on, seemed a more desirable position. They really wanted Jim and offered to fly us both back so they could sell ME on it! One morning I couldn't sleep and realized I should visit Emond too. I was out there in two days and within two hours of my visit, I knew it was not the place for our family. However, my sister did not know this and until we'd accepted the Cape position I didn't dare hint to the fact that we would take it. In fact, I made it seem like Edmond was perfect for us -just to sweeten the surprise later. :)<br /><br />And, oh what a fun surprise it was! It made the visit there so fun, when we weren't stressed about the fact that I left my purse in Walmart right before we dashed out to meet the Chair of the Business department. I remained super calm (wanting to make a good impression) and as soon as she was gone we asked the real estate person to take us back to Walmart -calling them on our way. They had found the purse in the parking lot (I'd left it in the bathroom), whew, and they said everything was there except the wallet -YIKES!!! I could tell Jim was freaking out while I sureally wondered how I'd ge</span><span style="font-size:100%;">t home without a license, but I felt extremely calm. This could be due to the fact that I've lost my wallet oh like a hundred times and it always comes back to me. I was a little nervous (a first for me and my wallet losing) and told the realtor, "it's okay, we are just going to believe that the person who took it is going to start feeling so bad that (s)he's going to return it RIGHT NOW!" "Wow, you're calm" she stated. Starting to feel pretty anxious, I reached in my pocket for my phone to tell Heather to start praying like crazy and there was my wallet! TA-DA. It's the wallet that always comes back to me. :)<br /><br />The visit was really smooth after that and we loved everyone we met, and we met EVERYONE!! What a whirlwind. What really sold me was when we walked into the indoor pool on campus and I breathed in the hot, humid air and realized it was decorated with PALMTREES that they had flown in from Florida no less! Sign me up!!! :) The rest of the trip was pretty chilly for my Florida lovin' body -it's COLD out there!<br /><br />Heather was extatic to find out we were moving to Cape and I must admit that while it will be sad to leave my Floridian paradise, it's nice to know I'll have family nearby to help me through. And, Cape really was beautiful, even with the trees bare and the frosty air. We have been so blessed and have much to be thankful for!</span><br /></div><br /></div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006408267815497927.post-82769287242379253282008-11-19T13:39:00.000-05:002008-11-25T03:05:00.551-05:00A reason to celebrate!<div style="text-align: center;">Having great friends is reason enough to celebrate,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-p2gF6JzRUBf2lIWtWNBWJ1FrTTC-wLizKfw13TF7ozkC854rFQjvVtv-76qlxV_ilMGJsKQ6mHfz8Sv9Q00LeJ7TNiv8uonXMaHKpsAdIBjKrymsNX3yp_rbMpotxz1lxdP5g6iKBP-/s1600-h/20081108+pic+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-p2gF6JzRUBf2lIWtWNBWJ1FrTTC-wLizKfw13TF7ozkC854rFQjvVtv-76qlxV_ilMGJsKQ6mHfz8Sv9Q00LeJ7TNiv8uonXMaHKpsAdIBjKrymsNX3yp_rbMpotxz1lxdP5g6iKBP-/s400/20081108+pic+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270486329925978946" border="0" /></a>but going out with those friends to celebrate is even better! :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2Jl6Xhpnfv-_6gAoeBpGfPd7zsR08wQqupvSyF4fwzKHo5IlLMhNbCBi_S8dCu7DZqV7DGM5oC-zPmjfV6Yc4sdtJyOUMYBYqlzj7K4pnxIdTJ0e_mu_UIorPm24BdVZsCAjiO8-MnC8/s1600-h/20081108+pic+135.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2Jl6Xhpnfv-_6gAoeBpGfPd7zsR08wQqupvSyF4fwzKHo5IlLMhNbCBi_S8dCu7DZqV7DGM5oC-zPmjfV6Yc4sdtJyOUMYBYqlzj7K4pnxIdTJ0e_mu_UIorPm24BdVZsCAjiO8-MnC8/s400/20081108+pic+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270486332896654562" border="0" /></a>Krista and Dale took us to the authentic german restaurant<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMq55ElD4-1iR1KuAzFLhwllHMm1KftYtydpvQsZsPLvcRjMBMZN4Z1cvirBaY9QLlBogz3eufsMQEEF96340MCLvIXgDm2wqLgayj-1eBU6kA5y7oUjf82fLlHEg5Y1l7NlIivAuU9J2A/s1600-h/20081108+pic+127.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMq55ElD4-1iR1KuAzFLhwllHMm1KftYtydpvQsZsPLvcRjMBMZN4Z1cvirBaY9QLlBogz3eufsMQEEF96340MCLvIXgDm2wqLgayj-1eBU6kA5y7oUjf82fLlHEg5Y1l7NlIivAuU9J2A/s400/20081108+pic+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270486345213090930" border="0" /></a>to celebrate Krista's birthday<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLOaUBoLjm_KnamFerULW_cIsqDlpeFld0SCXlq34Yzfq-hmrYvIAjagNwDAzL_ZVgTr01KkoLvrKLhCTy9_FlVOe6B8h7LpUgYYLwBZzxsWDNL5ExrtI90jwRFCMU4z1F0D4cOl_MFBA/s1600-h/20081108+pic+118.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLOaUBoLjm_KnamFerULW_cIsqDlpeFld0SCXlq34Yzfq-hmrYvIAjagNwDAzL_ZVgTr01KkoLvrKLhCTy9_FlVOe6B8h7LpUgYYLwBZzxsWDNL5ExrtI90jwRFCMU4z1F0D4cOl_MFBA/s400/20081108+pic+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270486344899107650" border="0" /></a>and Jim's successful completion of his dissertation proposal.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrcHj_kYRvmeVwX4gQTYzTbegN9e6F6pBXXsyIa6HJ4B6bTfvp4GzvXVO2NbKUf4jniiO-H91XVuAXFosfyBAu2d1t27lKkMhNOO7oLjfoxp5XhKHmJiyrrHDR-uxHzH5ntyIi9SclblqB/s1600-h/20081108+pic+146.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrcHj_kYRvmeVwX4gQTYzTbegN9e6F6pBXXsyIa6HJ4B6bTfvp4GzvXVO2NbKUf4jniiO-H91XVuAXFosfyBAu2d1t27lKkMhNOO7oLjfoxp5XhKHmJiyrrHDR-uxHzH5ntyIi9SclblqB/s400/20081108+pic+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270486359200901874" border="0" /></a>Oh yes, we dusted off the old lederhosen and Nathan dined in style! :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWYPDTNspab78vNoJppg50LC6vw_cW5x20dtCzcjzqvIjxu_zwdyR0jQJfBd9B2l-6JDIZLKbSmEM_ThnaUaB1KU9w3B5UMtsSh2b6j0HYkHSmrzB9ltYBzksWRh8x5aidX66c3x3RGmJ/s1600-h/20081108+pic+143.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWYPDTNspab78vNoJppg50LC6vw_cW5x20dtCzcjzqvIjxu_zwdyR0jQJfBd9B2l-6JDIZLKbSmEM_ThnaUaB1KU9w3B5UMtsSh2b6j0HYkHSmrzB9ltYBzksWRh8x5aidX66c3x3RGmJ/s400/20081108+pic+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270458442705059426" border="0" /></a>Like father, like son. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehHR1RGcHj-hHdjIEUUVmwJel4EnVPrf1CDtsbdfmkzQQmr9rqpG-INXGwIQv6b0LWzl3ZtyQBfFLZE-JxAsff-oqtOWssG5jhIxBIt1AASeAcMSot1QnJHynp3skLP5_wyRyLqRZ-sTn/s1600-h/20081108+pic+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehHR1RGcHj-hHdjIEUUVmwJel4EnVPrf1CDtsbdfmkzQQmr9rqpG-INXGwIQv6b0LWzl3ZtyQBfFLZE-JxAsff-oqtOWssG5jhIxBIt1AASeAcMSot1QnJHynp3skLP5_wyRyLqRZ-sTn/s400/20081108+pic+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270458465206552050" border="0" /></a>Everyone was in good spirits as we celebrated with:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIWJxM758BFXkTyW_ujqrvP90c-7f5_EsEirdmRjenhwT1oMWxtaIK-EqKQDmfV0y7ZnYZ5-NhVbK2FkkaJfK_1mmnDQ-LAGy8BZ5NVWtwPJuXOCCYVb2dpyeGHuiPQQ44mbw8wcqcN6X/s1600-h/20081108+pic+018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIWJxM758BFXkTyW_ujqrvP90c-7f5_EsEirdmRjenhwT1oMWxtaIK-EqKQDmfV0y7ZnYZ5-NhVbK2FkkaJfK_1mmnDQ-LAGy8BZ5NVWtwPJuXOCCYVb2dpyeGHuiPQQ44mbw8wcqcN6X/s400/20081108+pic+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270458453694135234" border="0" /></a>good food, (ah yes, my cheeks are stuffed!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxtBCZr9Bz0G4BAG1pSrBSY3JrCu1QT1my9NVO5dQK9oGmso2T_ZEwrU6FB3_WCA0X3BxuT_oBK3PFEuaH0KApfKfdVDZ9cR0lAknvlWBUbJoxoxNRklvByY2Nx_UwjcuVHIUCANGFbtF/s1600-h/20081108+pic+044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxtBCZr9Bz0G4BAG1pSrBSY3JrCu1QT1my9NVO5dQK9oGmso2T_ZEwrU6FB3_WCA0X3BxuT_oBK3PFEuaH0KApfKfdVDZ9cR0lAknvlWBUbJoxoxNRklvByY2Nx_UwjcuVHIUCANGFbtF/s400/20081108+pic+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270458450138434642" border="0" /></a>some folksy accordian music,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhclwMl7FNhhWD2Eg02muGO1PMIGGensyMPhdVoFihneKbk6MGtMwj8IXVIBS9DCfaSJvYtMYj2Mo3dZd-wxhyphenhyphenZqektcmYO651kg8yaDG6r3wo2F2TjOfvLKK0rZJLFgrMfYt_mALvhKzpA/s1600-h/20081108+pic+034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhclwMl7FNhhWD2Eg02muGO1PMIGGensyMPhdVoFihneKbk6MGtMwj8IXVIBS9DCfaSJvYtMYj2Mo3dZd-wxhyphenhyphenZqektcmYO651kg8yaDG6r3wo2F2TjOfvLKK0rZJLFgrMfYt_mALvhKzpA/s400/20081108+pic+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270453742917157074" border="0" /></a> a little ballerina dancing,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PW_-gP8gqLOma-lFysLy4pD0nOwpgEyJVXbKRB7zMS_TL7EZl8QNr1MA-QNBXpx2EqMATpaT4apLBnvv3BfKlnpZUI4GoRRxOoJpJECGTScUg3jfOvVrbvgjKd97sTYmxOUTeGrPgp5u/s1600-h/20081108+pic+052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PW_-gP8gqLOma-lFysLy4pD0nOwpgEyJVXbKRB7zMS_TL7EZl8QNr1MA-QNBXpx2EqMATpaT4apLBnvv3BfKlnpZUI4GoRRxOoJpJECGTScUg3jfOvVrbvgjKd97sTYmxOUTeGrPgp5u/s400/20081108+pic+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270453748310264834" border="0" /></a>some cutesy entertainment,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUVLNMm3OxX0fA-03XYJaEsCrNhx8VsbIquiXkeSVCPojkFXHGZobjM5cT5xkvGlIFoveabVwSPnu3XDq17TrNiZgk3BRKwQpPD9B9B0PacxxEreUSrR-lK_R2nYPeEwBT-OU4Br_NGAH/s1600-h/20081108+pic+066.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUVLNMm3OxX0fA-03XYJaEsCrNhx8VsbIquiXkeSVCPojkFXHGZobjM5cT5xkvGlIFoveabVwSPnu3XDq17TrNiZgk3BRKwQpPD9B9B0PacxxEreUSrR-lK_R2nYPeEwBT-OU4Br_NGAH/s400/20081108+pic+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270458472888750722" border="0" /></a>And the oh so traditional German chicken dance,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs0uwzpzdqT0RlUm-PWsL0dPv4Q5_b6ojTxSKYBoHPboC5171KWzOmsTF1mdcAf_khm_wGEaHaXXZaOULJkYMjW6HLEesgjS00uXW0wkQjvH4ankIO0e4tcahMJZmVTTXuVhLrDHfefzh1/s1600-h/20081108+pic+077.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs0uwzpzdqT0RlUm-PWsL0dPv4Q5_b6ojTxSKYBoHPboC5171KWzOmsTF1mdcAf_khm_wGEaHaXXZaOULJkYMjW6HLEesgjS00uXW0wkQjvH4ankIO0e4tcahMJZmVTTXuVhLrDHfefzh1/s400/20081108+pic+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270453734487504738" border="0" /></a>starring the"von Caldwell'"family. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0oP2yY0rhApGJeqnvMlBpjPpOiMWv7tR6PPYc9r1msLcsHrBt-xnnK5oOo7GRoxoUZqfdO_635OIXIkcOP3wNn63Vrm5M_fUfore5jby15ZdtPo33x8NaK2qJ1aPEodb_pFEkkoa_9vd/s1600-h/20081108+pic+129.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0oP2yY0rhApGJeqnvMlBpjPpOiMWv7tR6PPYc9r1msLcsHrBt-xnnK5oOo7GRoxoUZqfdO_635OIXIkcOP3wNn63Vrm5M_fUfore5jby15ZdtPo33x8NaK2qJ1aPEodb_pFEkkoa_9vd/s400/20081108+pic+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270453758368528738" border="0" /></a>Hugs to the Helms for their kindness, friendship and love!<br /></div>Jim and Shelby Caldwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188446973225486671noreply@blogger.com1