tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031959066431002272009-07-01T22:13:08.157-07:00Shannon & Andrew's WebsiteAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14804100673748502872noreply@blogger.comBlogger272125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-86941204587231375412009-07-01T22:02:00.001-07:002009-07-01T22:13:08.167-07:00Wednesday GoodiesHere is my new sewing nook (the guest bedroom closet). I actually felt bad kicking my sewing machine out for my serger, but I called on it today to finish some seams. I am loving the new trend called re-fashioning. It is a way to recycle clothing into cool, new outfits. This website (<a href="http://www.luvinthemommyhood.com/2009/05/theres-no-such-thing-as-leftovers-pants.html">http://www.luvinthemommyhood.com/2009/05/theres-no-such-thing-as-leftovers-pants.html</a>) shows how you can re-fashion men's dress shirts into toddler pants. Anyways, I made a pair of overalls for Blake re-fashioned from one of my Nana's dresses she handed down to me. I felt bad reusing the fabric, but it is so soft and came to my mind when I bought the pattern at a garage sale the other day. Perfect for 4th of July if you ask me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skw_gAUfzpI/AAAAAAAAAw4/w40o4SQV4NE/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skw_gAUfzpI/AAAAAAAAAw4/w40o4SQV4NE/s400/IMG_0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353723876111011474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This picture update is to let my mom and sister know that I took Blake to Palo Alto's children's library today. Unfortunately, I had super high expectations and ended up feeling a bit let down when we were leaving. I have such fond memories of the Livermore library so it will take something pretty special to top it.<br /><br />Here is Blake figuring out he can get up on a stool all by himself. I said, "smile for the camera" and the next picture followed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skw_cHvYj_I/AAAAAAAAAww/EIuREzts-D8/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skw_cHvYj_I/AAAAAAAAAww/EIuREzts-D8/s400/IMG_0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353723809383354354" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He made me melt.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skw_YRhHtsI/AAAAAAAAAwo/t3rQ6R_Jcf0/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skw_YRhHtsI/AAAAAAAAAwo/t3rQ6R_Jcf0/s400/IMG_0555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353723743288407746" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-8694120458723137541?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-58950994009841241872009-06-30T23:02:00.001-07:002009-06-30T23:22:06.151-07:00Blooming Magnolias<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr8DYhoMLI/AAAAAAAAAwc/H0ViZ9YCWW8/s1600-h/Magnolia_7034D.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 344px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr8DYhoMLI/AAAAAAAAAwc/H0ViZ9YCWW8/s400/Magnolia_7034D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353368242136559794" border="0" /></a><br />Hello new love of my life. For my birthday, Andrew bought me a serger. I am a big Janome (pronounced jah-no-me) fan and am so glad I have a matching serger to go with my Janome sewing machine. This is a four thread serger so it can't do hems, but I am estatic about everything else it can do. I have started three sewing projects since I got the machine (last Friday). I will post pictures once I have finished them.<br /><br />Of course I started with a girl's dress pattern, but I am now working on some short overalls for Blake. I feel like there isn't enough time in the day to finish all the projects I want to work on. Yesterday, I purchased a 24-Hour Fitness membership from Costco (you can save $320 off a membership by buying it at Costco) so my time is going to be even more limited for sewing projects. One of the reasons I signed up for the gym is to get my mind off of the fact I had my third miscarriage since having Blake. We have an appointment with our OB in July to try and pin point what the issue may be. My miscarriages have been super early so I never get too attached to each pregnancy. I am learning a huge lesson about living in the moment instead of trying so hard to follow the dreams and hopes I make for myself. Everyone who knows me knows how much I dislike doctors so I am dreaming that he will tell me to exercise, relax, and wait to try again until I wean Blake completely. More likely he will request blood work (I call it bloodletting) and discuss hormone imbalances. I was so excited to do everything naturally so we will see how it goes. It is weird how I crave physical activity when I am trying for a baby. Remember how I had to work 20 hours a week at a horse barn before I had Blake. I reminded myself of the lesson I learned that 20 hours of intense barn labor actually fatigued me and once I quit the job I finally got pregnant. Life is one big vicious cycle right?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-5895099400984124187?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-24086290569470468402009-06-30T22:41:00.000-07:002009-06-30T22:58:56.548-07:00Behind on BloggingTwo weekends ago, we drove to Andrew's parent's house in Oakhurst to hang out with the family. Andrew's grandfather was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer so we all rallied around him to cheer his body and soul on with hopes that he will overcome this battle. Of course there was delicious food and tons of laughter. Andrew's family has taught me so much about large family dynamics. It is so nice to show up at their house, leaving my own personal baggage behind, to enjoy seeing everyone and hearing what fun adventures they are up to.<br /><br />Here is the clan:<br />(Back row)-Aunt Karen, cousin Erin, Aunt Shirley, Aunt Gloria w/ Boris, Jessica, Sandy, Me, Angie (Allen's girlfriend), and Ellen<br />(Front row)-Paul, Nick, cousin Cliff, Uncle Glen, Andrew + Blake, David, Grandpa Walter, cousin Garrett, cousin Allen, and Uncle Michael (Gloria's husband)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr4Ty1NQPI/AAAAAAAAAwU/4hcZF_zwfTg/s1600-h/9268.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr4Ty1NQPI/AAAAAAAAAwU/4hcZF_zwfTg/s400/9268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353364126029398258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Cousins having a great time together. Mia set up her princess tent and boy did Blake think that was all for him:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3xheJlfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/xkwpFzhltus/s1600-h/DSC_1107.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3xheJlfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/xkwpFzhltus/s400/DSC_1107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353363537253733874" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mia showing Blake the ropes on how to have fun with cousins:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3t6zOqVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/uMSC7q-ifQY/s1600-h/DSC_1110.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3t6zOqVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/uMSC7q-ifQY/s400/DSC_1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353363475333556562" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Chillin':<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3qYj317I/AAAAAAAAAv8/1crffTv0izE/s1600-h/DSC_1122.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3qYj317I/AAAAAAAAAv8/1crffTv0izE/s400/DSC_1122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353363414602733490" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Family on the long, long couch:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3mO6LpgI/AAAAAAAAAv0/5hGwA1RcFtU/s1600-h/DSC_1139.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3mO6LpgI/AAAAAAAAAv0/5hGwA1RcFtU/s400/DSC_1139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353363343292474882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Erin and Angie are such great helpers in the kitchen:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3iEa_mvI/AAAAAAAAAvs/qUZ8XszAW90/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3iEa_mvI/AAAAAAAAAvs/qUZ8XszAW90/s400/IMG_0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353363271757830898" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Blake feeding Andrew peas from the garden:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3eDPsRSI/AAAAAAAAAvk/SmT6TuQrC2A/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3eDPsRSI/AAAAAAAAAvk/SmT6TuQrC2A/s400/IMG_0490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353363202722514210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Cliff and Erin are expecting their first baby (due December 13th) so they wanted to take a "pea in the pod" picture:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3ZLbga9I/AAAAAAAAAvc/4_41SDL_5vs/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3ZLbga9I/AAAAAAAAAvc/4_41SDL_5vs/s400/IMG_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353363119020207058" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Shirley getting in some motherly/grandmotherly support:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3VTusgeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Wu1kriTw3Zg/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3VTusgeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Wu1kriTw3Zg/s400/IMG_0504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353363052528697826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sandy just can't help but weed whenever she gets near the garden:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3RyhhY3I/AAAAAAAAAvM/NDNdeAdz3DQ/s1600-h/IMG_0510.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3RyhhY3I/AAAAAAAAAvM/NDNdeAdz3DQ/s400/IMG_0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353362992075465586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Tons of swimming went down:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3NmqC3lI/AAAAAAAAAvE/VFY8Ag9jCL8/s1600-h/IMG_0516.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3NmqC3lI/AAAAAAAAAvE/VFY8Ag9jCL8/s400/IMG_0516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353362920170511954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Blake loved not having to worry about neighbors seeing him skinny dip:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3Jy_W_FI/AAAAAAAAAu8/AViJ1HTMPvY/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Skr3Jy_W_FI/AAAAAAAAAu8/AViJ1HTMPvY/s400/IMG_0520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353362854761659474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There were tons of videos I wanted to share, but they aren't uploading properly. I will add them at a later date. Ellen, Walter, Shirley, Glen, and Karen are all heading up to Alaska on a cruise ship so they can visit Megan. Megan is working in Alaska giving bike tours this summer. They leave next Monday and I can't wait to hear about their wonderful travels.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-2408629056947046840?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-48888160740950415892009-06-24T10:15:00.000-07:002009-06-24T10:18:16.237-07:00LullabyeThis is exactly what it is like when we put Blake to bed:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BDVvB7Xx1w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BDVvB7Xx1w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Okay, so that comic strip we made is more representative of the evening routine, but one can dream right?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-4888816074095041589?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-16209414610645774962009-06-15T20:34:00.000-07:002009-06-15T20:43:04.624-07:00It's Not My FaultMy mother gave me another book to read (Show Me The Way by Jennifer Lauk) and one paragraph made me feel much better. She wrote how her son turned three and she was so happy she didn't have to worry that he would die if he were to walk three feet away from her. I thought three feet was a liberal distance considering Blake can put himself in danger only inches away from my feet. Anyways, the passage made me feel less like a freaked out mother and more like I am just going through one of the stages of raising a child. <br /><br />So with that in mind, I was clicking around craigslist and found someone selling a device to latch your baby to your seatbelt while on a plane. It peaked my interest due to our recent flight. Once the video started (which is below so you can all go through what I had to endure), I knew I had to call Andrew over to watch. And I wonder why I worry about Blake day in and day out? This is what I am up against as a new parent? There is no hope. Now at least when someone calls me overbearing I will direct them to this website.<br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_SEAq1pQVs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_SEAq1pQVs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-1620941461064577496?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-13332644031166640002009-06-13T10:17:00.000-07:002009-06-16T08:41:55.294-07:00Say Yes To The DressDoes everyone remember my friend Skyla's sister Cammie from Blake's first birthday party? Well, she was on the show "Say Yes To The Dress" on TLC.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SjPfXs8bORI/AAAAAAAAAu0/r52OFjUVb6Y/s1600-h/DSC_0862.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SjPfXs8bORI/AAAAAAAAAu0/r52OFjUVb6Y/s200/DSC_0862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346862780913498386" border="0" /></a><br />Here is the link to the video:<br /><a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/videos/say-yes-to-the-dress-the-dress-ties-that-bind-full-ep.html">http://tlc.discovery.com/videos/say-yes-to-the-dress-the-dress-ties-that-bind-full-ep.html</a><br /><br />I hope Cammie's wedding goes exactly how she wants it!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-1333264403116664000?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-25776922578725691922009-06-12T17:44:00.000-07:002009-06-12T17:51:31.897-07:00Blake Auditions for the BalletBlake played with Jocelyn today and loved dressing up in her tutu and ballet slipper (just one of course). Here is footage:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZudTd1fiPWI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZudTd1fiPWI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayYMDiGNHEs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayYMDiGNHEs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-2577692257872569192?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-33276713582270436662009-06-10T22:04:00.001-07:002009-06-10T22:14:53.175-07:00Do You Bing?Andrew made me try out Microsoft's new search engine, Bing.com, and to my surprise I liked it. We were looking at our old house in Discovery Bay on zillow.com and I got excited when I saw the labyrinth we built in the backyard. Microsoft's map allows you to see the house all the way around and not just from the street. I miss the labyrinth (not the hard clay soil) and now I can remember it always. All of the brick was recycled brick off of craigslist and Andrew and I spent hours chipping away mortar on 60% of them. Our house is the one below the house with the swimming pool (hi Stan and Sherry, we miss you). You can't really tell, but you can see the magnolia tree I planted in the front yard and the Sophora Japonica I planted in the backyard.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SjCQYefKPQI/AAAAAAAAAuk/2s4dxwQIxs4/s1600-h/Discovery+Bay+Labyrinth.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SjCQYefKPQI/AAAAAAAAAuk/2s4dxwQIxs4/s400/Discovery+Bay+Labyrinth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345931507863796994" border="0" /></a><br /><br />P.S. Andrew reminded me that I didn't like the search engine, just the map feature. I stand corrected.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-3327671358227043666?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-67279016398361211852009-06-10T11:49:00.000-07:002009-06-10T12:02:43.569-07:00Another BabyOn May 12, my grandparent's neighbor gave birth to her second son. Blake has played with their older son a few times so I thought it would be fun to make her something special for her new baby boy. They named him Riley so I wanted to make something that was his own since he will be inheriting a lot from his brother.<br /><br />First, I found this book. It is quite quirky and makes the statement that mice have short, but happy lives because they cherish the simple things in life.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SjABcNkGgNI/AAAAAAAAAuM/OYNz0UK6J-Y/s1600-h/riley.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SjABcNkGgNI/AAAAAAAAAuM/OYNz0UK6J-Y/s400/riley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345774341877825746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The cover of the book was my inspiration for the color pattern:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SjABWgSsPhI/AAAAAAAAAuE/5jYPJDACm38/s1600-h/IMG_0146-2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SjABWgSsPhI/AAAAAAAAAuE/5jYPJDACm38/s400/IMG_0146-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345774243825860114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Since I want the human Riley to live a lot longer than the mouse, I stamped "The long and incredibly happy life of Riley" on the quilt.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SjABRPy0ikI/AAAAAAAAAt8/jU1x26AheOc/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SjABRPy0ikI/AAAAAAAAAt8/jU1x26AheOc/s400/IMG_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345774153497872962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was simple and fun to make. I have found that making simple quilts is much more enjoyable then fussing with complicated patterns. This way they can use it as a park quilt and not worry about getting it dirty.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-6727901639836121185?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-78213630224719887932009-06-07T20:49:00.000-07:002009-06-07T21:41:41.577-07:00On the Mainland (sniff, sniff)We are home from Maui. The trip was great and I am going through an "off the island depression" right now. Blake flew home like a champ and has adjusted well to mainland life. We drove to Sac to pick up our doggies and presented Snickers with a dog treat lei.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dc831e663b029bae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGA_Em_Qj7gK2t5PqJThxC_CVJj4P5aqxXJVL98ElhAzzlek2v0gK8EgAEe9m0ZLttl0RPbwSh8UcTFnQ78TWti2DByDMZE1yitrSz9vXlreN5U1W-MF-wMotV43nXQjvL4_0C8T9jxuTMlw8h9j6P1nuvYn3g6euadheASS77BAOfed-iSaFZjjYg4IehvblsfF58Qx-RXgbKkqE1U1UIkR%26sigh%3D6G8egUik-wD_SVnXosv7F4Wi9WI%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc831e663b029bae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DGXpUS2fg7Vm8Dcge1hnZFibrEg0&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGA_Em_Qj7gK2t5PqJThxC_CVJj4P5aqxXJVL98ElhAzzlek2v0gK8EgAEe9m0ZLttl0RPbwSh8UcTFnQ78TWti2DByDMZE1yitrSz9vXlreN5U1W-MF-wMotV43nXQjvL4_0C8T9jxuTMlw8h9j6P1nuvYn3g6euadheASS77BAOfed-iSaFZjjYg4IehvblsfF58Qx-RXgbKkqE1U1UIkR%26sigh%3D6G8egUik-wD_SVnXosv7F4Wi9WI%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc831e663b029bae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DGXpUS2fg7Vm8Dcge1hnZFibrEg0&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br />Aloha and I will be dreaming of the ocean all night long.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-7821363022471988793?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-23294715624461674192009-06-07T20:42:00.001-07:002009-06-07T20:48:04.256-07:00Last Maui PhotosSome last photos of Maui.<br /><br />Andrew and Blake hanging out while I shopped at the local shopping center:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyJKpPgS1I/AAAAAAAAAt0/lMJj7H6b6ek/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyJKpPgS1I/AAAAAAAAAt0/lMJj7H6b6ek/s400/IMG_0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797673744517970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Blake kept "oohing" at these shoes. I like the fact that they are on sale:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyJHU4YFlI/AAAAAAAAAts/PxHxTU_t2iw/s1600-h/IMG_0422.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyJHU4YFlI/AAAAAAAAAts/PxHxTU_t2iw/s400/IMG_0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797616739194450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The red, HHR we drove around in:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyJECAyrpI/AAAAAAAAAtk/occNie15yjk/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyJECAyrpI/AAAAAAAAAtk/occNie15yjk/s400/IMG_0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797560134610578" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hang loose man:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyJArn8nOI/AAAAAAAAAtc/oz_ZOU3m1pI/s1600-h/IMG_0424.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyJArn8nOI/AAAAAAAAAtc/oz_ZOU3m1pI/s400/IMG_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797502585216226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I loved walking by all the plumeria trees and picking up blooms off the ground to stick in my hair:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyI9LJ5bAI/AAAAAAAAAtU/w8RuJoNCWJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyI9LJ5bAI/AAAAAAAAAtU/w8RuJoNCWJ4/s400/IMG_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797442329635842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For our last family date night we walked through that shopping center and then walked around the hotel property right after the sun went down:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyI6HdDVOI/AAAAAAAAAtM/SRtwlM2IvzY/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyI6HdDVOI/AAAAAAAAAtM/SRtwlM2IvzY/s400/IMG_0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797389796627682" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I will miss the tropical breeze terribly:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyI22hbH6I/AAAAAAAAAtE/CHeQLmNw1N8/s1600-h/IMG_0432.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyI22hbH6I/AAAAAAAAAtE/CHeQLmNw1N8/s400/IMG_0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797333711953826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here is Blake riding on the airport shuttle towards long term parking:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyIzRXOEvI/AAAAAAAAAs8/4caFYqYXs9s/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiyIzRXOEvI/AAAAAAAAAs8/4caFYqYXs9s/s400/IMG_0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797272197436146" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-2329471562446167419?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-24509456363464752442009-06-05T11:06:00.001-07:002009-06-05T11:13:53.255-07:00Last Full Day in Maui<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SileuKZuv7I/AAAAAAAAAsw/aYZi69c8kOk/s1600-h/IMG_0386.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SileuKZuv7I/AAAAAAAAAsw/aYZi69c8kOk/s400/IMG_0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343906580011073458" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It is our last full day in Maui. I went to bed last night thinking of all the things I could do to stay on this island. The only thing I thought of was handcuffing myself to the railing, but eventually they would cut me free. How am I going to live without my warm ocean swims?<br /><br />We got in the car yesterday and drove on the road towards Hana (hah-na). It is the lush side of the island (northeast side) where rain falls predictably. We followed our guidebook and stopped on the side of the road to view some waterfalls. The one we saw was small, but we did see some bigger ones from the road. <br /><br />Right now we are full from breakfast and want to take a nap. Blake woke us up at 5:50am so maybe we will try for an early nap so we can hit the beach and rent a paddleboard. Pictures will follow I am sure.<br /><br />Here is the link to the gallery where some waterfall pictures are:<br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hurstdog/Maui2009Online#">http://picasaweb.google.com/hurstdog/Maui2009Online#</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-2450945636346475244?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-67360363930866908962009-06-04T14:50:00.000-07:002009-06-04T15:31:47.270-07:00More pics<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1A6A2B85gA&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1A6A2B85gA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />New pics:<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hurstdog/Maui2009Online#">http://picasaweb.google.com/hurstdog/Maui2009Online#</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-6736036393086690896?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-20226047817294404162009-06-03T15:35:00.000-07:002009-06-03T16:02:21.516-07:00Our Date Night Plus MoreYay for island babysitters. Last night we left Blake in the hotel room with a wonderful nanny (who hails from Santa Cruz) so we could enjoy some baby-free time. We walked to a neighboring hotel and ate at their great restaurant in the middle of a lagoon, in front of the ocean.<br /><br />Here I am with some tikis:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7wsuu6PI/AAAAAAAAAso/ALh7OODVaIw/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7wsuu6PI/AAAAAAAAAso/ALh7OODVaIw/s400/IMG_0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343234821981137138" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love macaroons:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7l8hNP-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/9p5YeGhBTXU/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7l8hNP-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/9p5YeGhBTXU/s400/IMG_0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343234637240811490" border="0" /></a><br /><br />If I ever get to re-tile anything this will be the pattern:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7fyEVALI/AAAAAAAAAsY/TWBUtWCpx14/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7fyEVALI/AAAAAAAAAsY/TWBUtWCpx14/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343234531356115122" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There is a mini chapel in the middle of another koi pond at the other hotel. I am holding a plumeria flower as a bouquet so Andrew and I could "renew" our vows. Too bad we didn't have any witnesses. There were a few cockroaches though:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7Widh7FI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/t89eEzw43JI/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7Widh7FI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/t89eEzw43JI/s400/IMG_0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343234372548029522" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Back at our hotel we took an evening dip in the "adults only" serenity pool. The view of the ocean is great, but unfortunately you can't see it because it was dark:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7PbPJwEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/PkqVSFNQg4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7PbPJwEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/PkqVSFNQg4Q/s400/IMG_0304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343234250349592642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Andrew hanging out under one of the fun pagoda areas in the pool:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7I4YGzPI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ETtsKWrl7xE/s1600-h/IMG_0307.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7I4YGzPI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ETtsKWrl7xE/s400/IMG_0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343234137912691954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Kind of hard to see, but other pagodas:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7CaLdbqI/AAAAAAAAAr4/tnONtSlJ1Ws/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib7CaLdbqI/AAAAAAAAAr4/tnONtSlJ1Ws/s400/IMG_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343234026727370402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Blake showing how he feels about the hotel room. It is definitely hump day for the little guy. He doesn't like being confined in the hotel room. It is hard to find places that are 100% safe for him to play in on the hotel grounds. There are just too many "no no" things like fountains and koi ponds that we are constantly redirecting him from. We try to let him run around free a couple times a day, but he seems to be adopting new families and constantly tries to climb up on chairs next to them or hang out right next to their legs. He kept touching other people at the aquarium so now we have to tell him to give people their own space. It is fun to watch him melt people as they walk by. He is always hitting his baby brakes and whipping around to suddenly wave like a crazy man at chosen targets.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib68GZNY7I/AAAAAAAAArw/ZjRIyGfV9PQ/s1600-h/IMG_0314.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sib68GZNY7I/AAAAAAAAArw/ZjRIyGfV9PQ/s400/IMG_0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343233918337115058" border="0" /></a><br /><br />When Blake wakes up from his nap we are headed to Ka'anapali for some exploration. Andrew gets to chose from snorkeling or surfing while Blake and I check out some shopping. It gets so tiring for me to hang out on the beach with Blake. He constantly runs directly into the ocean without any fear. Even when some water bowls him over he still gets up for more. I figure we will meet back up with Andrew so he can help me with the little fish (I do blame his genes for this behavior). The main reason I want to go here is because they have a Black Rock (Pu'u Keka'a) which Hawaiians believe was the jumping off point for their spirits or souls leaving this world. Each island is said to have such a point. "When Hawaiians died, it was here that their souls would leave this life and join their ancestors forever. If there were no family spirits to receive them, they would wander around the area, attaching themselves to rocks and generally causing mischief. That's why it's considered unwise to take any rocks from this area. You may bring back a spirit itching to get back home." - cited from <span style="font-style: italic;">Maui Revealed </span>by Andrew Doughty.<br /><br />This may just be the place someone will have to scatter my ashes at when I die. I wonder if they allow non-local, shahkbait (sharkbait, meaning pale untanned people) to be scattered here?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-2022604781729440416?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-62156639242107396122009-06-02T15:04:00.000-07:002009-06-03T12:28:20.837-07:00Still RelaxingOur home base has been established and routines are in place so we decided to hop in our bright, red HHR (every other tourist is riding around in one) to check out some local towns. First, we visited Lahaina and walked around the little shops. I had been searching for cocograms (coconuts you can mail back home) and found a tiny mail stop where they were selling them. The man behind the counter explained to us that since 9/11 the government now requires each coconut to be inspected by Hawaii's Agricultural Department before mailing. So if we wanted to purchase one he would have to shut down the shop and charge us $15/hr. to go get the certification. Here is the breakdown for mailing a coconut:<br /><br />Price of the coconut: $4-$10<br />Labor to get the certification: $15<br />Mailing the coconut: $10-$20<br />= $45.00 at the most<br /><br />We forewent the coconuts, but just know we are sending many coconut thoughts to all of you.<br /><br />Yesterday, we drove northwest to Lahaina. The tourbook said it was worth spending an afternoon there. We shopped a little and ate our first shave ices. I got pina coloda and Andrew got some concoction with ice cream at the bottom (ew, gross). Blake didn't really like the shave ice. Downtown has a great banyan tree that has put down roots in many places. Totally weird, but fun to look at. You can check our picasa gallery for more pics:<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hurstdog/Maui2009Online#">http://picasaweb.google.com/hurstdog/Maui2009Online#</a><br /><br />Andrew and Blake before eating Mexican food:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiYBV7tAtvI/AAAAAAAAAro/dzRTXMbXmt8/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiYBV7tAtvI/AAAAAAAAAro/dzRTXMbXmt8/s400/IMG_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342959484237035250" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Blake at the Maui Aquarium:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiYBOO2ppJI/AAAAAAAAArg/IjeQ715l2Wg/s1600-h/IMG_0271.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiYBOO2ppJI/AAAAAAAAArg/IjeQ715l2Wg/s400/IMG_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342959351938786450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My favorite fish (besides the seahorses):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiYBGuWgQBI/AAAAAAAAArY/uzNkbAoaRdA/s1600-h/IMG_0277.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SiYBGuWgQBI/AAAAAAAAArY/uzNkbAoaRdA/s400/IMG_0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342959222954934290" border="0" /></a><br /><br />P.S. Our internet connection is horrible, although they charge us an arm and a leg, so we can't upload some of the best videos because they are too big. I will be taking shorter videos so we can post them.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-6215663924210739612?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-78082289539629881652009-06-01T11:26:00.000-07:002009-06-01T12:31:11.868-07:00We Made It Over the PondWe made it to Maui and life is great. The hotel is wonderful and the ocean is even better. We spend our days: eating, walking the grounds, bobbing up and down in the pleasantly calm ocean, hopping in and out of the many pools and spas around, waving at Blake's new friends (anyone walking by the little guy), and relaxing in our room. We went into town for some light shopping and ate at a great restaurant. <br /><br />Blake has already adjusted to Hawaii time and wakes once at night like at home. He is up by 6am, just in time for the continental breakfast. I love how we run into other couples with small children at the crack of dawn. It is fun to ask them why they didn't sleep in.<br /><br />Off to schedule our excursions.<br /><br />Check out our photos in this gallery:<br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hurstdog/Maui2009Online#">http://picasaweb.google.com/hurstdog/Maui2009Online#</a><br /><br /><br />Andrew going down one of the twisty slides:<br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8cc8654f9757c372" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADbdx0ctBZ6r0jjgHMEoxaZjR7L07EpiQ7dQb412k9oLFT9VkeXx7-vgf8pqUzXJ6O0AZgehhqtE9SnpiQs-HO2QYGgScROUz2g6f_-nSWMN-qaRw6d9GdUv8CJtlEGsdRyAezr69fKEsXEN3ZtUjfVRd-uNeC-wHHoAICUc7xlZ9CjfrAV1Iim-IRz-mcfDHaI83XLKdYgH32h9_Xsb6E_7cxbjZmfuHh09HOiDp9Zb%26sigh%3DvcYJZv12EhElSoEZ9iWj5W4UyiA%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8cc8654f9757c372%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D2vFGlE0QKoQqn7NugLro5ua_8WU&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADbdx0ctBZ6r0jjgHMEoxaZjR7L07EpiQ7dQb412k9oLFT9VkeXx7-vgf8pqUzXJ6O0AZgehhqtE9SnpiQs-HO2QYGgScROUz2g6f_-nSWMN-qaRw6d9GdUv8CJtlEGsdRyAezr69fKEsXEN3ZtUjfVRd-uNeC-wHHoAICUc7xlZ9CjfrAV1Iim-IRz-mcfDHaI83XLKdYgH32h9_Xsb6E_7cxbjZmfuHh09HOiDp9Zb%26sigh%3DvcYJZv12EhElSoEZ9iWj5W4UyiA%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8cc8654f9757c372%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D2vFGlE0QKoQqn7NugLro5ua_8WU&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br />We tried to upload a few more videos, but the internet cut us off. More to come soon.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-7808228953962988165?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-41102003033050264212009-05-22T07:31:00.000-07:002009-05-22T07:40:58.048-07:00Happy Birthday Elaine JuneMy friends Carolyn and Dave will be celebrating their daughter's third birthday all day today. Happy Birthday Elaine June. I made this outfit for her after finding the best fabric in Santa Cruz. It is farm print, they are organic farmers in New York, and there are VW Bugs driving all around the print, Carolyn once drove an orange Bug. Party it up and we hope to see you and your family someday soon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sha3XnZwFVI/AAAAAAAAArI/sVu46V6V6Jk/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sha3XnZwFVI/AAAAAAAAArI/sVu46V6V6Jk/s400/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338656024636167506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sha3v6enXFI/AAAAAAAAArQ/r2LguQguJFg/s1600-h/ej"> </a><br /><br />Carolyn sent me this updated picture. The two of them look like they were made for each other.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sha3v6enXFI/AAAAAAAAArQ/r2LguQguJFg/s1600-h/ej"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sha3v6enXFI/AAAAAAAAArQ/r2LguQguJFg/s400/ej" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338656442073701458" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-4110200303305026421?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-17868454482675845642009-05-21T11:55:00.001-07:002009-05-21T12:00:20.629-07:00Darn Andrew!Andrew is always sending me emails with links to things I probably didn't need to know about. Today, he played the cute card. He knows I am a sucker!<br /><br />From <a href="http://www.zooborns.com/zooborns/">http://www.zooborns.com/zooborns/</a> , I now present to you some of the cutest baby animals from different zoos. Of course, I just wasted 15 minutes clicking through the baby animals, listed alphabetically, oh'ing and ah'ing. Now I want a clingy baby. Oh wait, I have one of those.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/ShWjtgW7MsI/AAAAAAAAArA/ajQaWh2Z1y8/s1600-h/baby"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/ShWjtgW7MsI/AAAAAAAAArA/ajQaWh2Z1y8/s400/baby" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338352935493120706" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 class="entry-header">Manitoba Kangaroo</h3><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/ShWjqTON1BI/AAAAAAAAAq4/W5PvD-sswIY/s1600-h/baby2"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/ShWjqTON1BI/AAAAAAAAAq4/W5PvD-sswIY/s400/baby2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338352880427324434" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Baby Hippo<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/ShWjnWMI18I/AAAAAAAAAqw/iMZR2XMM3JM/s1600-h/baby3"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/ShWjnWMI18I/AAAAAAAAAqw/iMZR2XMM3JM/s400/baby3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338352829684307906" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Baby Aardvark<br /><br />Now go back to being productive members of society (Andrew).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-1786845448267584564?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-84337199170982207742009-05-20T08:42:00.001-07:002009-05-20T11:21:08.868-07:00Club Houses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/ShQlFGSj4XI/AAAAAAAAAqo/RAlj710ig78/s1600-h/2009-05-18+19.06.58.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/ShQlFGSj4XI/AAAAAAAAAqo/RAlj710ig78/s400/2009-05-18+19.06.58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337932227858915698" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/ShQlCXD9zOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/KZL54VfD_7w/s1600-h/2009-05-18+19.07.52.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/ShQlCXD9zOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/KZL54VfD_7w/s400/2009-05-18+19.07.52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337932180821495010" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/ShQk-G4V99I/AAAAAAAAAqY/qR5uoJTEWvE/s1600-h/2009-05-18+19.08.08.jpg"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/ShQk-G4V99I/AAAAAAAAAqY/qR5uoJTEWvE/s400/2009-05-18+19.08.08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337932107758303186" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We stopped at the Stanford Shopping Center the other evening and found all these clubhouses mixd in between the stores. They are part of an auction that takes place on June 6th. The pictures are really small because Andrew took them with his phone, but you can see some pictures of the clubhouses at the website:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.rebuildingtogetherpeninsula.org/pages/dh_gallery_2009/dh_gallery_2009_02.html">http://www.rebuildingtogetherpeninsula.org/pages/dh_gallery_2009/dh_gallery_2009_02.html</a><br /><br />I always think of my mother when I see these things because to this day, she still yearns for one.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-8433719917098220774?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-60325619486681273362009-05-19T10:05:00.000-07:002009-05-20T09:48:47.569-07:00Blake Talking<object height="344" width="425">Our son is a man of few words (just a reminder, he did walk at 11 months) so he has decided to verbalize in bouts of screams. Although not an ideal situation, I will take him screaming with his finger up his nose for the time being. We look forward to the words that may develop from this "wonderful" stage.<br /><br /><em>Update:</em> For whatever reason, this video was marked private so people couldn't view it. Should work now, sorry for the trouble!<br /><br /><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OkxRiNsTbPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OkxRiNsTbPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-6032561948668127336?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-85319333742515764622009-05-14T10:34:00.001-07:002009-05-14T10:40:06.329-07:00Birthday ConfectionSince I helped Eliana make cupcakes for her birthday I thought I would make her a cupcake shirt for her birthday. Oh how I love this pattern. I tried to get her to try on the pear shirt to see if the sizing was okay and she refused. When she walked by the pear shirt she said, "yucky." So hopefully she will say "yummy" to this one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgxWUl9tjVI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/B4O5ePVO5Sw/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgxWUl9tjVI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/B4O5ePVO5Sw/s400/IMG_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335734570315517266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Close up. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgxWQ2aeOQI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Zhl7nCypESY/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgxWQ2aeOQI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Zhl7nCypESY/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335734506011638018" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-8531933374251576462?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-91965154063703746082009-05-13T17:31:00.000-07:002009-05-13T17:46:49.695-07:00My New CameraFor Mother's Day, Blake and Andrew bought me a new digital camera so I could keep churning out videos of my child growing and exploring. They ended up getting me a Canon PowerShot SD1200 IS. I wanted a bare bones Kodak, but Andrew talked me into a few more features.<br /><br />Now for some footage.<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BqeBEiG8kd8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BqeBEiG8kd8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqT2nx4SkD4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqT2nx4SkD4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQFdYzhjEGk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQFdYzhjEGk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-9196515406370374608?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-25989279576466225582009-05-12T14:35:00.000-07:002009-05-13T08:37:46.818-07:00Baking<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgnsKTrZRFI/AAAAAAAAApw/y7sr-xhTn-I/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgnsKTrZRFI/AAAAAAAAApw/y7sr-xhTn-I/s400/IMG_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335054895422194770" border="0" /></a><br />Last night I started reading the book <span style="font-style: italic;">A Homemade Life</span> by Molly Wizenberg. I am only writing this post to make a proclamation about baking (not trying to copy, I promise). Women across the world talk about how great it is to knead bread. To them, kneading bread is a way to connect with generations past while also allowing an outlet for frustrations.<br /><br />Well, I hate it.<br /><br />I hate the mess. I hate the sticky. And most of all, I hate that I actually get itchy between the fingers even after I have washed all the globs off my hands.<br /><br />I guess I will have to stick to sewing because that actually makes me feel good from beginning to end.<br /><br />My great friend Carolyn's Pizza Dough recipe:<br />Makes 2 Mid-Size Pizzas<br />1. Dissolve 2 1/4tsp (or 1 packet) <span style="font-weight: bold;">YEAST</span> with 1tsp honey or sugar in 1/2 cup warm water (between 110-115 degrees) for 5 minutes.<br />2. Mix 3 cups <span style="font-weight: bold;">FLOUR*</span>, 1tsp <span style="font-weight: bold;">SALT</span>, and a few Tab. <span style="font-weight: bold;">OLIVE OIL</span> in a large bowl<br />3. Mix the dry ingredients with your hand then pour in the yeast water, kneading with your hand. Add warm water to get the dough to stick together (it will be wet).<br />4. Knead for a few minutes, form a ball.<br />5. Cover in an oiled bowl.<br />6. Let rise for <span style="font-weight: bold;">1 hour</span><br />7. Split into two balls. Form the crust with your hands.<br />8. Bake in a 500 degree, hot oven for 5-10 minutes.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* </span></span>Flour substitution: 1 1/2 cups all purpose flour<br /> 1 cup spelt flour<br /> 1/2 cup whole wheat flour<br /> few Tab. wheat germ<br /><br />I didn't have any spelt on me so I used 1.5 cups all purpose plus 1.5 cups whole wheat pastry flour. I will let you know how it turns out tonight.<br /><br />Here is the pizza (next time I am going to do a chicken/veggie pizza, but all I had was pepperoni). Delicious.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sgro8dvIYNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oTl9oq-_FT0/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/Sgro8dvIYNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oTl9oq-_FT0/s200/IMG_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335332834045878482" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-2598927957646622558?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-10681715581627672472009-05-11T20:08:00.000-07:002009-05-11T20:14:31.656-07:00Meet Ella KatI had the great pleasure of meeting my friends Dara &amp; Jason's new baby Ella Kat Smith. The picture was taken with the old camera so I look like I just gave birth. I actually started crying when I held her for the first time. She is perfect in every way and smelled so heavenly. Blake didn't get jealous at all and just wanted to touch and play with everything around their house. Jason is 6'7" so Ella has some legs on her. I love how I chopped off half of Jason's head. I didn't want to sacrifice any of Ella Kat so I made him suffer. I am tyring to give them space before I show up on their doorstep again!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgjoVjF1oQI/AAAAAAAAApo/GlEB3zoV7sI/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgjoVjF1oQI/AAAAAAAAApo/GlEB3zoV7sI/s400/IMG_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334769215514976514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dara, Jason, and the wee one.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgjoSKNbe5I/AAAAAAAAApg/uEUBoS852a4/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgjoSKNbe5I/AAAAAAAAApg/uEUBoS852a4/s400/IMG_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334769157296323474" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-1068171558162767247?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103195906643100227.post-54932076975989507542009-05-07T10:55:00.000-07:002009-05-07T11:10:56.731-07:00Vintage Sewing PatternsI visited my family in Sacramento a couple of weeks ago and my Nana passed on some of her children's clothing patterns. I was so excited and once I finished a girl's birthday outfit (can't show you now because her mommy reads this blog) I got right to sewing this pattern. There isn't a date on this pattern, but I am guessing it is early 80's if my Nana was sewing for me or my sister? I love the pattern and only wish I had one in every size.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgMhJB5D3CI/AAAAAAAAApU/lCptXgZli9o/s1600-h/IMG_0063-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgMhJB5D3CI/AAAAAAAAApU/lCptXgZli9o/s400/IMG_0063-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333142822747102242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I found this fabric at Joann's after searching high and low for a modern/decent print. The whole wall of their Calico Cottons now have a warning saying, "Prop 65: This fabric contains formaldehyde." What next?<br /><br />Anyways, I loved using the print and messed up because I didn't cut the piece out correctly, but the front pocket kind of makes it look less pieced together.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgMhGHc0c1I/AAAAAAAAApM/ExH68oVVh2U/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgMhGHc0c1I/AAAAAAAAApM/ExH68oVVh2U/s400/IMG_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333142772699657042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The back.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgMhAo9JEfI/AAAAAAAAApE/kHmZw-v_m0w/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9fgd3NppcE/SgMhAo9JEfI/AAAAAAAAApE/kHmZw-v_m0w/s400/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333142678614381042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This dress will be given to Laurel, who I babysit, for her third birthday. I hope it fits. I still don't know if patterns are true to ages. I know I usually give kids clothing in one size larger than their age. Time will tell.<br /><br />*The pictures are blurry because I had to hold Blake in one arm and take the picture with the other. Our little camera is very sick so the screen on the back shows red, wavy lines and I can't tell if my object is actually in the frame.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103195906643100227-5493207697598950754?l=shandrew.hurstdog.org'/></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765167385307199002noreply@blogger.com0