tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77348907723555645442024-11-08T08:34:16.244-07:00SANFORDnate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.comBlogger254125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-49632869573921534502011-04-26T13:09:00.001-06:002011-04-26T13:10:31.472-06:00switching things up<div align="center">i changed our blog</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.nateandtraci.blogspot.com/">www.nateandtraci.blogspot.com</a></div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-36698557234695228432011-04-12T20:33:00.000-06:002011-04-19T20:44:54.646-06:00aaaaaaaand that's what jesus looks like<div align="center">jack's cousin, wyatt, came with me to pick up jack from school today. i love listening to their conversations. i was trying my hardest not to laugh. here are a couple of my favorites...</div><br /><br /><div align="center">wyatt: what does jesus look like?</div><br /><div align="center">jack: well, he wears a long white shirt all the days. even he has long hair like my mommy. he even has hair on his face. he has soft skin like us too. *then he shrugs and says* but, you don't have to worry about it, you'll see him when you're dead. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">there ya have it.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">*next one*</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">jack: when i grow up i'm going to be a police cop!</div><br /><div align="center">wyatt: when i grow up i'm going to be a cowboy!</div><br /><div align="center">jack: wyatt! when a bad guy comes to your farm, call me and i will come cuff him.</div><br /><div align="center">wyatt: um jack, what will your number be?</div><br /><div align="center">jack: 911</div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-24475738208993294022011-04-05T20:33:00.002-06:002011-04-05T20:51:52.594-06:00<div align="center">jack is hilarious.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">he can almost always make me laugh...even when i shouldn't think he's being funny.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">i have to put them on here so i don't forget.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">first:</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">jack was telling me how he would hold little sister so i could get some rest. he said he would hold her while he was watching tv and even feed her. then he grabbed his chest and in all seriousness said, "i won't give her my pits though!!! i will give her baby food!"</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">second:</div><br /><div align="center">(conversation after prayers)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">jack: mom, do you think jesus has a dog?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">me: oh yeah, for sure he has a dog.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">jack: i bet his dog has a collar with spikes on it cause jesus is cool.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">me: hmmm, i bet you're right.</div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-6137889293428520882011-04-05T20:06:00.002-06:002011-04-05T20:12:39.952-06:00honestly...<div align="center">does this not make your heart melt?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">jack loves his nate. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJyWFbKFh_9Z7AzI31_VAtzzNkWByZo4mJDr7rATjlYz3Jkww8emSGq5knGrrujYrSeOM2U4ViwCjwwU7MgYkkWsYKPpkAmGVKx4otAVRzbJ-YPFcFv65YwEVNSrL5eFMDoaDtnGkQgQ/s1600/IMG00924-20110310-1549.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592286262938508738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJyWFbKFh_9Z7AzI31_VAtzzNkWByZo4mJDr7rATjlYz3Jkww8emSGq5knGrrujYrSeOM2U4ViwCjwwU7MgYkkWsYKPpkAmGVKx4otAVRzbJ-YPFcFv65YwEVNSrL5eFMDoaDtnGkQgQ/s320/IMG00924-20110310-1549.jpg" /></a> <br /><div></div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-9463512993868226802011-04-05T20:02:00.001-06:002011-04-05T20:06:01.760-06:00special delivery<div align="center">jackers wanted me to send him back to nana</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-ZKVymM6GrLCAOg16ACNH-PYczOIsxBI8R6jGObzoP4K5dwHJoJSN08yEhmuskorSqIuxzhFIwlIstjbNW8mWDwijeKvzv3U-jin7M6uaXQLkzzXMr3JDyPWwXyh0-1QdnFj5a3AfJQ/s1600/IMG00900-20110301-1141.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592285797961225026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-ZKVymM6GrLCAOg16ACNH-PYczOIsxBI8R6jGObzoP4K5dwHJoJSN08yEhmuskorSqIuxzhFIwlIstjbNW8mWDwijeKvzv3U-jin7M6uaXQLkzzXMr3JDyPWwXyh0-1QdnFj5a3AfJQ/s320/IMG00900-20110301-1141.jpg" /></a> <br /><div></div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-31868086212217281352011-03-17T19:56:00.000-06:002011-04-05T20:02:11.882-06:00St Patty's Daywe had a sneaky leprechaun visit our house. he flipped over our chairs and left us a stack of rainbow pancakes. jack said he had no idea how strong leprechauns are...they could actually flip over chairs. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeA5DFOuOQQda_IBj8FM99qmwAEpUCjq7B2AKrwYs-PHp9KXnW811LeNTOHBhTiOJrrRAbVIFuWrIzy74bh5m6y7Vd9mPYPSmAtD4PTDgcm4r90aFqSa1ZHiGEytKUfkrxV7GRiKFIIhg/s1600/IMG00941-20110317-0726.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592284341609648050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeA5DFOuOQQda_IBj8FM99qmwAEpUCjq7B2AKrwYs-PHp9KXnW811LeNTOHBhTiOJrrRAbVIFuWrIzy74bh5m6y7Vd9mPYPSmAtD4PTDgcm4r90aFqSa1ZHiGEytKUfkrxV7GRiKFIIhg/s320/IMG00941-20110317-0726.jpg" /></a>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-76082153064954482532011-01-09T15:45:00.002-07:002011-01-27T09:09:11.958-07:00finally....<div align="center">it snowed!!</div><div align="center">jack had his friend sawyer over to play (jack calls him soyjer). within 5 minutes of being in the house they had e.v.e.r.y toy out that jack has in his room. so, i had them pick it all up and we went outside. we were out there for almost 2.5 hours. with the wind it said it was 3 degrees. they didn't care. they loved it. nate came home and pulled them behind the rhino for a while. we stopped for a break and i asked them if they were cold...they both were like "no!! go faster!!" of course they both had frozen snot all over their faces.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">unfortunately, nate set the bar with the sledding bit so now they are going to expect that every time. a few days later i dropped off jack at school and sawyer comes up to me and says in an exhausted tone, "oh, jacks mommy, it's been a bad day...i need to go to jacks house." bad day? it was 8 o'clock in the morning. they both crack me up. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5OT3B1-oplGQissjqE7GZiRXZPqSLGckzIuVaH2s5jKCGpmPL4faz7gARIjv-5DOlUpRGlgg5RFUlHQsiuQapRG9SOl_8rhaqppVS5EwpDe7Ve_qvjkj-2ruUc0NKW26vSR3bpa0UWug/s1600/DSC_0087.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566630484884421874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5OT3B1-oplGQissjqE7GZiRXZPqSLGckzIuVaH2s5jKCGpmPL4faz7gARIjv-5DOlUpRGlgg5RFUlHQsiuQapRG9SOl_8rhaqppVS5EwpDe7Ve_qvjkj-2ruUc0NKW26vSR3bpa0UWug/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtFoyAT4r6bfhwjF2Ci74I25VrSAFl8MzXaPY-HmP6HDk0qH4l2hhfgzzO72o6Fj0pIN21P_32jSo57aW2cPl6CwtMw-k8oj1wNN8141wksXsA2YtX7auIdUCbeKbc4JC8Kkf4TJPM2EA/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566630476014630162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtFoyAT4r6bfhwjF2Ci74I25VrSAFl8MzXaPY-HmP6HDk0qH4l2hhfgzzO72o6Fj0pIN21P_32jSo57aW2cPl6CwtMw-k8oj1wNN8141wksXsA2YtX7auIdUCbeKbc4JC8Kkf4TJPM2EA/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNuzTQrbx-sd_gXO3NlFOqlxkWKCcS5WiCutsPItder_yBGYVeJgR9-ZGIDml7S5MbT2EyfK3zi7F4oSN0orYke8x70Gtd0quYiIV5stRmNY_Vd-1Y-3wqxJsvWslBDOFhdjuSPam1pXI/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566630469589290466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNuzTQrbx-sd_gXO3NlFOqlxkWKCcS5WiCutsPItder_yBGYVeJgR9-ZGIDml7S5MbT2EyfK3zi7F4oSN0orYke8x70Gtd0quYiIV5stRmNY_Vd-1Y-3wqxJsvWslBDOFhdjuSPam1pXI/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" /></a></div></div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-59585086139373111962010-12-27T13:17:00.000-07:002010-12-29T13:21:07.605-07:00i asked jack to put on his snow boots. he said, "no, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> going to wear my business shoes today." yeah, his "business shoes" were his black hi-tops.nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-77992382189513833472010-12-25T16:00:00.005-07:002011-01-27T10:38:59.623-07:00merry christmas<div align="center">so...these pictures are in the wrong order. but, whatever. you'll get the idea. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">we had a fun <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">christmas</span>. it was the first <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">christmas</span> for all of us to have a family of our own. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">nate</span> and i thought jack would be up at 4 wanting to open presents. he impressed us by not coming in until 6 o'clock. i loved hearing his little voice say, "mommy! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">nate</span>! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">santa</span> came!!" </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudG4Cru0p3b6K1PAz3n-oOZkc8FRbs0AJQiB56YDKK5Dt2L0M0ca7YWnPntkgos6LIn2Gh0pndMR1qN7PYpaJoo56YMsX_BFOlF-iuGU311JEbXomGOiHlsK5PGUjdAvntiPp1oLb414/s1600/DSC_1066.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566637161532476578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudG4Cru0p3b6K1PAz3n-oOZkc8FRbs0AJQiB56YDKK5Dt2L0M0ca7YWnPntkgos6LIn2Gh0pndMR1qN7PYpaJoo56YMsX_BFOlF-iuGU311JEbXomGOiHlsK5PGUjdAvntiPp1oLb414/s320/DSC_1066.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">jack is a little photographer. he loves taking pictures. i found a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">vtech</span> camera that looked pretty neat but jack was like no way! he wanted a "real" camera. he picked out a red one that he thinks is pretty cool. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">nate</span> and jack figuring out the camera. jack keeps the camera in the car with us just in case he sees something "cool."</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm74NgTNYjqgK7RNJWbHkLp_-C8ajswnuTIS171m8qwTCAbNbh3k54HFF4nwFdoPH_uk4f_YMG5bkAqPAG_e2ZrmjFwhyMTbu21ZbLJtpbkXnCL08Jk3yLp3fJXdVuIvDZU96GnqSGqoc/s1600/DSC_1063.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566637153830066978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm74NgTNYjqgK7RNJWbHkLp_-C8ajswnuTIS171m8qwTCAbNbh3k54HFF4nwFdoPH_uk4f_YMG5bkAqPAG_e2ZrmjFwhyMTbu21ZbLJtpbkXnCL08Jk3yLp3fJXdVuIvDZU96GnqSGqoc/s320/DSC_1063.JPG" /></a><br />of course <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">nate</span> and i needed help opening our presents. jack was so nice and helped out.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDE1uO0XUaUepw5iTqQdSaloTSXI7aI_y_JpcuVMGvlQtdpnXCI79ofPHrHJRZNtXhNneafzyfonwLYRT0V16wgVUjMTYHi6Y_GjS2N0v_99LlHlfVxYu0WFdL3ZQtxPjNQe9gvlUFnbM/s1600/DSC_1062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566637146663158482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDE1uO0XUaUepw5iTqQdSaloTSXI7aI_y_JpcuVMGvlQtdpnXCI79ofPHrHJRZNtXhNneafzyfonwLYRT0V16wgVUjMTYHi6Y_GjS2N0v_99LlHlfVxYu0WFdL3ZQtxPjNQe9gvlUFnbM/s320/DSC_1062.JPG" /></a><br />jack is a funny kid. he has always been in to wrapping things up and pretending its his birthday or just giving himself a surprise. he decided to put some of his old toys in a box and wrap them up. he put it under the tree and actually left it there until <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">christmas</span> morning.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQmP8Gcr5JrC_XQWe5Qc2z7TDSAP7WLoRZpYllivZ_-J3j6y9FPu0mBOPVx4H4Aq1feY7QTgJ69RCfr5Fm9yk4Snh1pGSK7K9k_G3QgzoZ7pDL77HWGiD3soVtEyXq42OKaif9llGKTI/s1600/DSC_1061.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566637138469307970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQmP8Gcr5JrC_XQWe5Qc2z7TDSAP7WLoRZpYllivZ_-J3j6y9FPu0mBOPVx4H4Aq1feY7QTgJ69RCfr5Fm9yk4Snh1pGSK7K9k_G3QgzoZ7pDL77HWGiD3soVtEyXq42OKaif9llGKTI/s320/DSC_1061.JPG" /></a><br /><br />jacks dance<br /><br /><br /><br />he does it when he's happy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMboGpL4ZOIDDK1IEuIzQgtR08fxZCaVKJyNrqxJpRvU3eITpukAoxRAlHZTKnhstmxhFoMjkK5saTBVmRV81vlSJvSlMmVkd82stSTsCZu__4x3ojdTRr8B4mWpZP2IgHsNCQv6wEL8g/s1600/DSC_1049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566635409517479090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMboGpL4ZOIDDK1IEuIzQgtR08fxZCaVKJyNrqxJpRvU3eITpukAoxRAlHZTKnhstmxhFoMjkK5saTBVmRV81vlSJvSlMmVkd82stSTsCZu__4x3ojdTRr8B4mWpZP2IgHsNCQv6wEL8g/s320/DSC_1049.JPG" /></a><br /><br />i loved this present. jack is really into drawing pictures of our family. after jack and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">nate</span> wrapped my presents jack drew our family on the back of one of the boxes. it was my most favorite thing. i love that little boy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKfIbcpKASWPeWQOhQQI2VtmuSzbSSZauJNQNqJxy930lh2PWwDm66w1bT35JuIkgyx3J_LDSzkVkipzoSG36f0Bze5u43a6e8cRe60JGamX4aZWQg0NqJgsvj3dsCh-POnzbutr7ocM/s1600/DSC_1048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566635402541277522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKfIbcpKASWPeWQOhQQI2VtmuSzbSSZauJNQNqJxy930lh2PWwDm66w1bT35JuIkgyx3J_LDSzkVkipzoSG36f0Bze5u43a6e8cRe60JGamX4aZWQg0NqJgsvj3dsCh-POnzbutr7ocM/s320/DSC_1048.JPG" /></a><br /><br />scoping out the goods. notice the medals on the tree? (bottom right) well, it wouldn't be a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">christmas</span> tree if jack didn't add his own decorations.<br /></div><br /><div>oh and his "night cap." that's what he calls it and it just makes me smile. there were a couple times he wouldn't go to bed unless he had it on. i had to sneak back in there and take it off because he sweats so bad.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVwjWiA1nCoKW2ahGdTdoyvUcTCpdD2oWzwNhL_4eRZYMTBPW1wQ1n7shvKXmT4DJkChIdSBQZiHkbuehpeuNLBDZYiDQNpoY9RoreCm3lsgkEz2S0nBgJvK6LrunOAd39H6YpsHwzsw/s1600/DSC_1041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566635398739491122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVwjWiA1nCoKW2ahGdTdoyvUcTCpdD2oWzwNhL_4eRZYMTBPW1wQ1n7shvKXmT4DJkChIdSBQZiHkbuehpeuNLBDZYiDQNpoY9RoreCm3lsgkEz2S0nBgJvK6LrunOAd39H6YpsHwzsw/s320/DSC_1041.JPG" /></a><br /><br />oh my goodness, this is my most favorite <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">christmas</span> moment. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">nate</span> put beef jerky in our stockings. jack grabbed it and excitedly shouted, "bacon!!! i got bacon, mommy!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsONbFydAh02hFisBOgpc5ujGcaWlMKrlqToDTvJ-BXpGbqCTj25L9iACaof1ZfEydmQr6t6blbZTUxckEtM-_EeWY3hdIUJGucWLJ0LNTzzAjdCyK8QbLm29tgeZhVJEGG6RqFlsWGM/s1600/DSC_1031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566635393425172370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsONbFydAh02hFisBOgpc5ujGcaWlMKrlqToDTvJ-BXpGbqCTj25L9iACaof1ZfEydmQr6t6blbZTUxckEtM-_EeWY3hdIUJGucWLJ0LNTzzAjdCyK8QbLm29tgeZhVJEGG6RqFlsWGM/s320/DSC_1031.JPG" /></a><br /><br />the calm before the storm<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUfECKX-aPf3YgKvUHr-sh_yj7NCSaxTJbsduk7dxErBe5KulQgxbOB9yvmY8qZsaVRjA_ThXT3OtvPj-Rpi8nZnWq3KCLnElFmvFD2Nmh2hUsAln_WBLNbFy4bPdk9SHusHLENHbKw4/s1600/DSC_1030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566635383845010802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUfECKX-aPf3YgKvUHr-sh_yj7NCSaxTJbsduk7dxErBe5KulQgxbOB9yvmY8qZsaVRjA_ThXT3OtvPj-Rpi8nZnWq3KCLnElFmvFD2Nmh2hUsAln_WBLNbFy4bPdk9SHusHLENHbKw4/s320/DSC_1030.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-45845773066055428722010-12-15T15:55:00.003-07:002011-02-01T13:15:30.259-07:00jacks first christmas program<div align="center">jack had his first christmas program at school. he was a king and even had a solo. his teacher said that she didn't intend on anyone having a solo but jack kept correcting her on the song...so she finally just asked him if he would like to have a solo and do it on his own. he was so proud.</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5iKeWtJ2a_5A0rIdST2aQ4e6SJWIL-5E3LclDiGZRJQvQfj8efe7Tt4Vl0j4DpVlnPHEqhe_MGEh5rmlrK6ggufbITUi2oWpUPYdMt_kFMTeHx9CEAtgMni6ecCCoqJ5hh1MEwbINnw/s1600/DSC_1026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566633225261249490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5iKeWtJ2a_5A0rIdST2aQ4e6SJWIL-5E3LclDiGZRJQvQfj8efe7Tt4Vl0j4DpVlnPHEqhe_MGEh5rmlrK6ggufbITUi2oWpUPYdMt_kFMTeHx9CEAtgMni6ecCCoqJ5hh1MEwbINnw/s320/DSC_1026.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVwP6urmTWsRzhZZdQ2W7zVI214jFM4-MF58RS5pzTJBctOdLKfQj1qJeF3reGLOtl1cufaNjKaBwdOfbBqq0jrU-OnPZ6ViPmozOynUZUin5GD0DRzg0K68D4DVFw5_gAFCeObDingB0/s1600/DSC_1021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566633221622862866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVwP6urmTWsRzhZZdQ2W7zVI214jFM4-MF58RS5pzTJBctOdLKfQj1qJeF3reGLOtl1cufaNjKaBwdOfbBqq0jrU-OnPZ6ViPmozOynUZUin5GD0DRzg0K68D4DVFw5_gAFCeObDingB0/s320/DSC_1021.JPG" /></a><br />notice the gap? yeah, that would be jackers hiding from me.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">stink pot<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04e6U79oURTcDlOgC2x6bLJ_NR7BOE4kvbGi9OhGn8_yafC0mejy6e_vHXKhW_ADoWUPaVUxtEuf7r7p5FyQjvIiODEGmVgGqHTNlA9gDxYE11dsZd7ac61mK7LDJ7Yu0UFjaDgIZPfU/s1600/DSC_1014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566633210293764898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04e6U79oURTcDlOgC2x6bLJ_NR7BOE4kvbGi9OhGn8_yafC0mejy6e_vHXKhW_ADoWUPaVUxtEuf7r7p5FyQjvIiODEGmVgGqHTNlA9gDxYE11dsZd7ac61mK7LDJ7Yu0UFjaDgIZPfU/s320/DSC_1014.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5219yTvp-MhutxKG324LiJ7qQxYIj8yX6A6ei23QyLQfgzYNu404UcfRJka_GvDsdcpD1u5o1WNNq6KeJ5DGciSsifBn4N4fDTIoT55jSdhdI8ApSogSoqlWVyWhHHPLseqjqYFaVHw/s1600/DSC_1013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566633208581610962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5219yTvp-MhutxKG324LiJ7qQxYIj8yX6A6ei23QyLQfgzYNu404UcfRJka_GvDsdcpD1u5o1WNNq6KeJ5DGciSsifBn4N4fDTIoT55jSdhdI8ApSogSoqlWVyWhHHPLseqjqYFaVHw/s320/DSC_1013.JPG" /></a> </div><div></div><div>jacks solo:</div><div></div><div>the chubby little snowman had a carrot nose</div><div>a long came a bunny and what do you suppose</div><div>the hungry little bunny, looking for his lunch</div><div>at the snowmans carrot nose</div><div>nibble nibble crunch!!</div><br /></div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-51753310004228578172010-12-07T16:13:00.003-07:002010-12-07T16:27:12.570-07:00i know i know...<div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> so behind. hopefully, these pictures will </div><div align="center">buy me some more time.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">*jack made me stop the car right by our house so he could sing to the cows*</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaiPq_yarUuMxtWE30D4Ijr6hlsVGsE87m0DnCwngbaeL7894YhYKQTRhlZg5UDvefxzBFKovbaLdCCxxkwuSciJyLs_B-c-ppw9dmfRR1L5Css1_tdTJoZK_OnJGk5GIt3h3mt5i0BvI/s1600/singing.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548083097786667698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaiPq_yarUuMxtWE30D4Ijr6hlsVGsE87m0DnCwngbaeL7894YhYKQTRhlZg5UDvefxzBFKovbaLdCCxxkwuSciJyLs_B-c-ppw9dmfRR1L5Css1_tdTJoZK_OnJGk5GIt3h3mt5i0BvI/s320/singing.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">*i found jack going through a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">cabela's</span> catalog while we were at my mom's. i asked him what he was doing...he said he was picking out what he wanted for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">christmas</span>. considering this is jack that we're talking about....it's just weird.*</div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSy_QG3Z1MDDv1n7XiPt3kTXyoB54gkm9jcJEFkW-E2JBL1HtNYluVqZfU59S8NoGc5ahvq47W42_lbx5oKDFm1QQaXjold6l1gxfL7blf72bNEDvkW_ag_98qSQEJXGUQ-MnkCzvbBWE/s1600/shopping.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548083087723330626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSy_QG3Z1MDDv1n7XiPt3kTXyoB54gkm9jcJEFkW-E2JBL1HtNYluVqZfU59S8NoGc5ahvq47W42_lbx5oKDFm1QQaXjold6l1gxfL7blf72bNEDvkW_ag_98qSQEJXGUQ-MnkCzvbBWE/s320/shopping.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">*the other night jack said he had a dream that humans had tails. he was a little concerned about it.*<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3vC82jGRftH390brGu5x0GDVsvbd0W-L1rP6n7ijaPVwtFxiWnQbArCGpahb1rr0gPBs9QGb4DJT-wWWyV0AFkAZzR2Mt6_BWeI1Z1ziRLoBLJLjidM1z8KL7-k8Zz_SDBQKIZFtFqc/s1600/dreamland.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548083080716453010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3vC82jGRftH390brGu5x0GDVsvbd0W-L1rP6n7ijaPVwtFxiWnQbArCGpahb1rr0gPBs9QGb4DJT-wWWyV0AFkAZzR2Mt6_BWeI1Z1ziRLoBLJLjidM1z8KL7-k8Zz_SDBQKIZFtFqc/s320/dreamland.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">*this is jack trying to tell me he couldn't go to church because he's had such a rough week."<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZLdqrv7IaJ2MNtawvktpPIarcxWPkjMGlGSduO-6VJo4DH8YuwC7LYOBv_P_NUDkCkl_2EX1y-qkUKW772LLbOTfBVzbJ0XSt906Aqxg2hh0q5VQtez1sVaegHTqvhNAORljdCEr_qQ/s1600/cheese.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548083073615153010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZLdqrv7IaJ2MNtawvktpPIarcxWPkjMGlGSduO-6VJo4DH8YuwC7LYOBv_P_NUDkCkl_2EX1y-qkUKW772LLbOTfBVzbJ0XSt906Aqxg2hh0q5VQtez1sVaegHTqvhNAORljdCEr_qQ/s320/cheese.jpg" /></a><br />*<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">hmmmm</span>, well he was just really bored on the crazy long drive home from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">nana's</span> house.*<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFBqenbPZznz5-FdwS9bEZ3jmBDlhUQx46kDCsmFngWAC06-0pAdezuVgc3XjSL36Lq9w75sgkU59NnhsNhhyphenhyphenTgfUDBt91GqCa-dvVLXZ4dlwFRsQdNxz8GOl_up06dHq_y-HFEURunGk/s1600/bored.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548083070199271266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFBqenbPZznz5-FdwS9bEZ3jmBDlhUQx46kDCsmFngWAC06-0pAdezuVgc3XjSL36Lq9w75sgkU59NnhsNhhyphenhyphenTgfUDBt91GqCa-dvVLXZ4dlwFRsQdNxz8GOl_up06dHq_y-HFEURunGk/s320/bored.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><p></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> going to try really hard to stay on top of blogging.</span></p>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-46731574721792642852010-12-07T09:17:00.003-07:002010-12-07T16:10:32.035-07:00well, it comes as no surprise that jack is obsessed with my mom. but, its going to levels that even i think are ridiculous.<br /><br />little boy: mom mom, whose tummy were you in when you were a baby?<br />me: nana's. cause she's my mom.<br />little boy: well whose tummy was i in when i was a baby?<br />me: mine. because I AM YOUR MOMMY!<br />little boy: (gasp!) i'm going to tell people that i was in nana's tummy because i love her.<br />me: okay. i think you're weird.<br /><br />then last night i asked him to say the prayer at dinner. i reminded him to bless the food because otherwise he would just pray about nana.<br /><br /><div align="center">heavenly father, thank you for this day.</div><div align="center">thank you for nana and jack.</div><div align="center">thank you for papa and reissy.</div><div align="center">i want to live with nana so so bad.</div><div align="center">thank you for our house.</div><div align="center">thank you for our car.</div><div align="center">thank you for nate's job.</div><div align="center">i miss nana so much.</div><div align="center">in the name of jesus christ, amen.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>uh, jack, you forgot to bless the food...and mommy and nate. sheesh!!</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">fine.</div><div align="center">bless the food.</div><div align="center">bless mommy and nate.</div><div align="center">i want to live with nana forever and ever. i want to. me, jack.</div><div align="center">(i like how he said, "me, jack" like just in case jesus didn't know who was talking to him. i'm sure he just didn't want ther to be any confusion. i mean, can you imagine if reiss ended up living with nana?)</div><div align="center">amen.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-85264885617638884192010-12-03T15:49:00.002-07:002011-01-27T11:19:31.216-07:00christmas tree farm<div align="center">i can't lie</div><div align="center">i was really excited to get a real tree.</div><div align="center">i can only remember getting a real tree one time growing up. i thought i was the coolest thing. i was really excited to take jack. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">jack walking up and down the rows trying to find the perfect tree.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqar3mosh5P_YDXjV2soL41wqS-QOxYSHUuEi9fF5I8KtROH_rAtKyvFH9mllxGe0BX5Rd_L_ttNLLY0addTyNUDW-1tg2PA5pN5uh0F1bwvGhR4Ph_KDOq1G9-UWXKqljOjHkgD5-HvQ/s1600/DSC_0990.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566631966784738946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqar3mosh5P_YDXjV2soL41wqS-QOxYSHUuEi9fF5I8KtROH_rAtKyvFH9mllxGe0BX5Rd_L_ttNLLY0addTyNUDW-1tg2PA5pN5uh0F1bwvGhR4Ph_KDOq1G9-UWXKqljOjHkgD5-HvQ/s320/DSC_0990.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoNSV97JtzKGxlI2fsZBlFHMfJDvFXo0pK0IaAKxt2rP7AxPpM8NjKoYVwdWHodv_AMRJCrRvC3_xaS-XBh__6ncSQa-sPFf6Xuz63gngtNRQf48f7n9Z07nmu3I0UtWwToOtbi31au2U/s1600/DSC_0981.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566631959777470658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoNSV97JtzKGxlI2fsZBlFHMfJDvFXo0pK0IaAKxt2rP7AxPpM8NjKoYVwdWHodv_AMRJCrRvC3_xaS-XBh__6ncSQa-sPFf6Xuz63gngtNRQf48f7n9Z07nmu3I0UtWwToOtbi31au2U/s320/DSC_0981.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">we finally found the perfect for us.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhs-DkwOHRyWOjB0GsX-hEorxduEP3CXjWJDWwEgNiHxNuz0XSWdUh-5zOqlDQcsp8bo_jDIiML2eY1-3bAbp3XvM-l0v9DHBErWfG9OBZKSxBM5x90Akx8CHMEhUrEEimSFGYwwrF73A/s1600/DSC_0979.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566631952213289042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhs-DkwOHRyWOjB0GsX-hEorxduEP3CXjWJDWwEgNiHxNuz0XSWdUh-5zOqlDQcsp8bo_jDIiML2eY1-3bAbp3XvM-l0v9DHBErWfG9OBZKSxBM5x90Akx8CHMEhUrEEimSFGYwwrF73A/s320/DSC_0979.JPG" /></a> </div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-64583379121378372422010-11-28T15:38:00.002-07:002011-01-27T11:25:56.412-07:00thanksgiving vernal style<div align="center">it was so good to see my family over thanksgiving. i have missed them so much.</div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nate</span> didn't get much of a vacation though...he went to work with my dad everyday. but, jack and i sure had fun!! jack has missed his cousins so much so he was busy the entire time. </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Ctdoc_TeSJYUAvmzZws8qjpt06iB6MgjeoJ9RLMig5CrQDSj6KVfbvdDuHMf8AFuto-mhuGJSBlA4NlPiGHi5hpSbjTamblALuoiYYCwy22tASeLRogSMb1k-DUIg9ukHiNc64Mxzxk/s1600/DSC_0964.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566629463692096002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Ctdoc_TeSJYUAvmzZws8qjpt06iB6MgjeoJ9RLMig5CrQDSj6KVfbvdDuHMf8AFuto-mhuGJSBlA4NlPiGHi5hpSbjTamblALuoiYYCwy22tASeLRogSMb1k-DUIg9ukHiNc64Mxzxk/s320/DSC_0964.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">uncle <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">nate</span> was initiated into the family. felt bad for him. sucks being the new guy. all the kids loved him. a little too much. jack thought he was hot stuff cause <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">nate</span> was all his.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgFc1ycKp5CBkf5CstiV2ehQvbvzUT0S703m-6BW0thuEO0n9pSGmybgptPqDsWsJpPtN1vNytSNHrbOYPg7zwYTnJTo3RTv8k2kOT7Rx_cyr3LCKyJaIH1PrJ3lmhVORZS-gyshXkEw/s1600/DSC_0906.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566629457631282402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgFc1ycKp5CBkf5CstiV2ehQvbvzUT0S703m-6BW0thuEO0n9pSGmybgptPqDsWsJpPtN1vNytSNHrbOYPg7zwYTnJTo3RTv8k2kOT7Rx_cyr3LCKyJaIH1PrJ3lmhVORZS-gyshXkEw/s320/DSC_0906.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzjqaEwuizW_9qe93dbkbaXVPtNTuqrhqgJCvxHyaaX7a4dIp4VxApaBwIYjBmecFpnGuBwEj2yFWqzv4q50vlqPq9qKFUZYFCjjmynHn_zVzovv_qsUMjRnwsr-rb8FWPf6j2Px3y-_Y/s1600/DSC_0904.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566629454729121986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzjqaEwuizW_9qe93dbkbaXVPtNTuqrhqgJCvxHyaaX7a4dIp4VxApaBwIYjBmecFpnGuBwEj2yFWqzv4q50vlqPq9qKFUZYFCjjmynHn_zVzovv_qsUMjRnwsr-rb8FWPf6j2Px3y-_Y/s320/DSC_0904.JPG" /></a><br /><br />slap jack!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">papa taught <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">jackers</span> how to play a fun new card game.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_56FL1xRG7MkhyphenhyphenTJK5w6q3V0k6YbrazWiERohx8HqFswtr6YoQVh7au_O-vaURLadku16Ju9VFvqibOWw11kaGHMg8SmKrQd83T13IhCTqSb1i1vfvOYT_T-cKlEjfe_wGsV1_aojDo/s1600/DSC_0892.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566629444738187778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_56FL1xRG7MkhyphenhyphenTJK5w6q3V0k6YbrazWiERohx8HqFswtr6YoQVh7au_O-vaURLadku16Ju9VFvqibOWw11kaGHMg8SmKrQd83T13IhCTqSb1i1vfvOYT_T-cKlEjfe_wGsV1_aojDo/s320/DSC_0892.JPG" /></a></div></div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-86681628948801682642010-10-31T14:57:00.003-06:002011-01-27T11:30:14.074-07:00happy halloween<div align="center">i'm lame</div><div align="center">i was horrible about taking pictures on halloween.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">jackers decided on being a ghost buster...way better than a swamp creature.</div><div align="center">*he'll even sing you the theme song*</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhvd102vNTmLLVV7_0tZw1J-iZoWGout44Hst-5VWQSqUCB1p0mIJZAAxmGaRiZPM5-aGwfwdQOQMFkycv4iI5Wh9bLExSFR2KrY6vOF5qpH2ux1uuAuLbSXDbzYID14z4JQXSa9WrgKs/s1600/DSC_0878.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566247749283662546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhvd102vNTmLLVV7_0tZw1J-iZoWGout44Hst-5VWQSqUCB1p0mIJZAAxmGaRiZPM5-aGwfwdQOQMFkycv4iI5Wh9bLExSFR2KrY6vOF5qpH2ux1uuAuLbSXDbzYID14z4JQXSa9WrgKs/s320/DSC_0878.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqCCb9z-13mavFqVJif4SXMZKnowyPiszdQAOEtMhGJJl40rBhEpAErmAQ_ljpnaI3etZ_hyphenhyphenFNquk7clMszedxMM8a1GS5BfgRKz7cv2Yu_0fAG_itz34RXouICpzRmYqU-Dwap39HGg/s1600/DSC_0857.JPG"></a><br />jack wanted a scary jack-o-lantern</div><div align="center">nate was in charge of that for him<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefeqeXVTvXXQkvKrDE0KPlDaLEofZobnq5lqvywl53hyXXqzowrMA0uArIxPiWGD0QZ-HDXxJ2BuyMgT3Pc1PNGwCcLu1vDcdC4YoBFLe6W8N29jyFhlZRP9gYfZ6LsdAETyJNJijH9s/s1600/DSC_0841.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566247737835618514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefeqeXVTvXXQkvKrDE0KPlDaLEofZobnq5lqvywl53hyXXqzowrMA0uArIxPiWGD0QZ-HDXxJ2BuyMgT3Pc1PNGwCcLu1vDcdC4YoBFLe6W8N29jyFhlZRP9gYfZ6LsdAETyJNJijH9s/s320/DSC_0841.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_WpF3vJelWRFW18k6K-QpBh5meTLeOHrFh4ox6cTZJyPHvQyKHd8CAIUDudXY7_jwPKAMEEwGzUb1p89rWNtJxPHKAcw-BcfHIV2K4Zuc8WiCa_EBd3kGLIYgwqmH-eCUe0tiaYPTk0/s1600/DSC_0827.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566247729427505858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_WpF3vJelWRFW18k6K-QpBh5meTLeOHrFh4ox6cTZJyPHvQyKHd8CAIUDudXY7_jwPKAMEEwGzUb1p89rWNtJxPHKAcw-BcfHIV2K4Zuc8WiCa_EBd3kGLIYgwqmH-eCUe0tiaYPTk0/s320/DSC_0827.JPG" /></a></div></div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-82952483336210657442010-10-27T15:05:00.004-06:002011-01-27T11:36:22.711-07:00soccer<div align="center">okay, i had to find something to burn jacks energy. the kid has an insane amount of energy.</div><div align="center">however, during most of the game, jack was either talking to the coach or busting out some break dance moves. nate and i would constantly be telling him, "jack, help your team. go after the ball."</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">after every game the coach would tell me how funny jack was during the game. he would go up to them and say things like:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">i like my red soccer shirt.</div><div align="center">thanks for being my coach.</div><div align="center">thanks for letting me be on your team.</div><div align="center">hey, watch this...(and do a funky move)</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlc5hyphenhyphenk0Rew4N_bTxyGCqTzBhyphenhyphenWiXPLPWoxH0pYlGnHobgaT5jqPCgS7ZgLQI1daT3Cx5iFWi3m0E7cB1tsjTUSc-gLYrrJX9pzref23IbT4KYuDd2TOq0yx7JPEYY9T-aBmWCQnRGLs/s1600/DSC_0870.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566250867638219378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3nssxg4clqStraSh65JDLbcnB9i0A5s7ueGigaDWRikJW5xxnd9A5p15CBC6IJllHmA642McprJppSMXYUBLzspfUYlIKB56hYC8jo5gfsxaP7mT1Uu4R_nogfRnKy2QCX8J9UnO9wFY/s320/DSC_0866.JPG" /></a><br />break it down, jack!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZzq8cvZU5eZPTpnbc-Ey2otZIyyTGE2gdeJx1fbAFfMeqWJ3173U-M29efsZ7XfN_xLWY9dCC_gf1C2uIWv38iMEaNMz5tITJNqs0_zfS8THh_UpKZraQAZQpPH1tMg6u5ZbnLc6TXc/s1600/DSC_0865.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566250863623225346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZzq8cvZU5eZPTpnbc-Ey2otZIyyTGE2gdeJx1fbAFfMeqWJ3173U-M29efsZ7XfN_xLWY9dCC_gf1C2uIWv38iMEaNMz5tITJNqs0_zfS8THh_UpKZraQAZQpPH1tMg6u5ZbnLc6TXc/s320/DSC_0865.JPG" /></a></div></div><br /></div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-83509938600028452242010-10-26T08:45:00.005-06:002011-01-24T12:47:19.191-07:00the kid is funnyjust a few randome conversations that i've had with jack. i wanted to make sure i had them down somewhere...so i can use them against him someday.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />jack: (crying) mommy, i'm just so upset.<br /><br /><br />me: why are you so upset, jack? you were just laughing a minute ago.<br /><br /><br />jack: you love nate more than me. you kiss both of us and i just want you to kiss me. you snuggle with nate and you never snuggle with me.<br /><br /><br />me: oh my word, jack. you're so funny. i love you both. yes, i do kiss nate and that's okay. and pretty sure i snuggle you every day...all day long.<br /><br /><br />jack: well, i want to sleep with you. why does nate get to sleep with you? he's so lucky.<br /><br /><br />me: cause that's what you do when you get married. one day when you have a wife you will have someone to sleep with too.<br /><br /><br />jack: (freaking out) no, i don't want a wife. I want you to be my wife. mommy, will you be my wife when i grow up.<br /><br /><br />me: uh, okay.<br /><br /><br />jack: thank you, mommy. will you snuggle me? you're so warm. you're the hottest mommy i know.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />jack: mommy sometimes you tease me and say, "jack, there's a mouse (scream)!"<br /><br /><br />me: oh, i'm just teasing. it's okay.<br /><br /><br />jack: (without missing a beat he picks up The Berenstain Bears Trouble with Teasing book) do you see this book? teasing is nasty!! you shouldn't tease, mom!!!!!!<br /><br /><br />me: (seriously, what could i say? he had me) you're right, jack. i'm sorry. i won't tease you anymore.nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-48075902441408001912010-10-14T19:22:00.002-06:002010-10-14T19:24:55.747-06:00waterparkjack was in the shower just now yelling for me. he said he was ready for me to help him wash his hair. it told him i would be in there in a second. he hollers for me again. then he starts laughing. hard. i go in there and it is wet...everywhere.<br /><br />me: jack! what on earth happened in here?!<br />jack: (he looks at me like "duh, you don't know?) i was just playing waterpark.nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-14011915935983885962010-10-11T19:17:00.000-06:002010-10-14T19:22:34.057-06:00cute tushlast week we went to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pumpkin</span> patch with my brother and his family. jack was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">dirrrrtay</span>. when we pulled in to the garage he told me he wanted to take a shower. i said sure thinking he meant later on that night. nope. he came right in and got butt naked. i told him to give me a few minutes and then i would turn on the shower. he was running around like a wild man. <br /><br />me: jack you gotta cute tush.<br />jack: (puzzled with his arms in the air) you think my tush is cute?<br />me: yeah, i do.<br />jack: but it toots.nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-46253820456318116422010-10-08T08:27:00.002-06:002011-01-27T11:40:40.958-07:00children's museum<div align="center">jack had a good time at the museum.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">they had a tornado simulator that he thought was great! he had to get in it a couple times.</div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidl4S7lSW0ipI0pd8i-e_V3zjhE5ts_HTyMdavoehEReIfcmfjR69Zoik-qPvVjzKChNOfuG29ycavodz7IW5uuCgEubPXUqTa04788hioaie0C4Kc_8aKtS2f1jlOFK6FeqJlbvmI0QI/s1600/DSC_0739.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566147120268332514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga4wxiQ0XEFYk12qAqNK6oKFcHHZPdVhesqUEkJz4aE7OkErFbLS56g8UTCrjRz2fnXNJMnW3iU6OZfUl4jba3HW5GiznZm7VwPxxufltKjULSJojfLcJCRCKAFoCCIrJGVGJe_6qQje0/s320/DSC_0727.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghjNVH2Z84hlu1LIkz5ubsxemkrQPhts1H3Fu2qI7BdzqV94qHzIOTat1iFeFXuUFDuml__7Zo_t9gp0D2IOUueTMH5QXIVSj7f7oYhr7OUGZVD_koGDM9u_VkGpDLRhJ6VpWQi3wMsh8/s1600/DSC_0723.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566147114393304578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghjNVH2Z84hlu1LIkz5ubsxemkrQPhts1H3Fu2qI7BdzqV94qHzIOTat1iFeFXuUFDuml__7Zo_t9gp0D2IOUueTMH5QXIVSj7f7oYhr7OUGZVD_koGDM9u_VkGpDLRhJ6VpWQi3wMsh8/s320/DSC_0723.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-85808668568232333882010-10-06T21:35:00.002-06:002010-10-06T21:47:06.086-06:00<div align="center">me: jack, we are going to go to the store in just a little bit.</div><div align="center">jack: mommy, i want to get a toy.</div><div align="center">me: no. jack do not even ask for a toy. you are not going to get one.</div><div align="center">jack: (melt down) but, i just really want a buzz lightyear gun. the one like caden and reissy got at disneyland. </div><div align="center">me: sorry it's not going to happen. christmas is coming. if you get all the toys you want now santa won't be able to bring you anything. how sad. honestly, jack, you have a room full of toys that you don't even play with.</div><div align="center">jack: (crying even harder) mom, i only have 2 hands (shows me his hands) i can't play with all my toys at the same time. </div><div align="center">me: i'm not asking you to play with all your toys at the same time. play with some today and play with some tomorrow. </div><div align="center">jack: you're the meanest mommy i ever saw!</div><div align="center">me: yes, thank you.<em> </em>i must be doing my job.</div><div align="center">jack: mommy, do you remember when caden spilled the milk on the table?</div><div align="center">me: seriously? i swear, you're so random.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-6463817508581781562010-10-05T18:25:00.003-06:002010-10-05T18:38:40.579-06:00the funny things...he says<br /><br /><div align="center">*this picture cracks me up. he can make the most random faces*</div><div align="center"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLgPwC5CaiJGnVRT-Zo2LE1FsdZl9aHBvySb3s_GOqx9s9TxHE5efW2l8Xgu4302ksTbEUoyd75g3uFFiJjjHLlTpMvKfVUo6dIIVn5oyWM7Q8J6y95rePCDMxQ3j-wKYVJpnO2MnYsvI/s1600/IMG00363-20100923-0800.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524725211547001314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLgPwC5CaiJGnVRT-Zo2LE1FsdZl9aHBvySb3s_GOqx9s9TxHE5efW2l8Xgu4302ksTbEUoyd75g3uFFiJjjHLlTpMvKfVUo6dIIVn5oyWM7Q8J6y95rePCDMxQ3j-wKYVJpnO2MnYsvI/s320/IMG00363-20100923-0800.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>i took jack to the park the other day. he was running around like a wild man. i had put two shirts on him because it was pretty chilly. but, by the time we got back in the car he was dripping with sweat. so, i told him to take off the long sleeved shirt before we left. his response? "(gasp!) mom, what if someone sees my pecs?!" </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>the 3 of us were in the car going somewhere the other night. nate and i told jack that we should make a paper chain so we could count down the days until thanksgiving when he gets to see nana. we told him that every night he could take off one link. when he got to the very end it was time to go see nana. without missing a beat jack says, "what if i just take them all off at the same time? then it will be time to go to nanas!" clever.</div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-16262334665959699722010-09-21T18:18:00.003-06:002010-09-22T20:56:01.773-06:00uh oh...<div align="center">farmer has been planting...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">harvest should be sometime around may 24th</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-8603620079531773972010-09-13T14:46:00.003-06:002011-01-24T14:49:48.971-07:00the things he saysthe other day jack told me i needed to give him more options. ummm ok.<br /><br /><br /><br />jack came in to the room wearing his cowboy hat and lookin all "tough." he said, "there's a new sheriff in town, little lady."nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734890772355564544.post-10108822085574063722010-09-04T07:49:00.002-06:002010-09-04T08:12:58.591-06:00i'm jack sanford<div align="center">and i'm addicted</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">to</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">chocolate!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">it's been a while since i've given jack a candy bar. he's been asking and asking for one. i picked one up the other day and i told him that if he was good he could have a little bit. well, he's a stinker. it took him 4 days to earn a little piece of that chocolate bar. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">i let him eat some of it on the way home the other day. he got super quiet. i looked back and it was almost as if he was in a trance. his eyes were glossy, i swear. his body seemed calm. he looked at me and said, "mmmm, that sure was a good chocolate bar!" </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">i could not stop laughing. </div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPI9Zg9DVVcx3J8Flb4AjL0mRTVOSPCXkCGIEQiXpiXNWaW2EbAsskVB3iEaw-a5rYhcuvroGb8rm8DNn4UJ1D31-OPEG8wVJIYHTLm6HpS9us_WGSbpGRhFa5fqHmLzGun9h84SsGKp4/s1600/IMG00294-20100902-1754.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513059822903104738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPI9Zg9DVVcx3J8Flb4AjL0mRTVOSPCXkCGIEQiXpiXNWaW2EbAsskVB3iEaw-a5rYhcuvroGb8rm8DNn4UJ1D31-OPEG8wVJIYHTLm6HpS9us_WGSbpGRhFa5fqHmLzGun9h84SsGKp4/s320/IMG00294-20100902-1754.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>nate & tracihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00455677750511884962noreply@blogger.com1